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CH4. 0800-Awkward | The Menu [4.3K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

Eddie’s van was cleaner than you expected and it smelled like mint gum and coffee. There were sheets of paper on the passenger seat he cleared for you with quick hands, boyish scrawls of ink noting down recipes and ingredients, a page of music in between.

Music blared from the radio when Eddie turned on the engine and he scowled at the noise, bashing the button to turn it off so you were both squished between awkward silence instead. You put your hands on your lap, sitting up too straight, throat tight.

The quiet enveloped you both.

“Where am I takin’ you?” Eddie asked gruffly once he turned out of the parking lot. The rain was still bouncing off the roads, the sky dark and angry, navy coloured clouds blocking out all the light. “You live near Robin, right?”

You nodded, pulling at your knuckles until you gave in and picked at a nail, nervousness clawing at you like a persistent puppy. The boy beside you made your stomach tumble, and you weren’t quite sure why yet. “Yeah, just off fourth and Maple,” you told him. “But you can drop me off at the pharmacy, it’s only, like, a ten minute walk from there.”

Eddie scoffed at your suggestion, like he’d do no such thing, but he didn’t say anything else. So you spoke instead, your heart in your dry mouth, watching the boy’s profile, wondering how someone so pretty could be so damn mad all the time. Was it just you?

“So, uh, is Wayne your dad?”

Eddie didn’t take his eyes off the road, he just stepped on the accelerator a little too hard when the lights changed from amber to green. When the engine stopped yelling, he answered. “He’s my uncle.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say. Something told you that asking anything about Eddie’s father would result in a very quiet, very tense ride back to your apartment. “He’s real sweet— your uncle. He’s been super nice to me.”

“Wayne’s nice to everyone,” Eddie replied shortly and it hurt like a kick to the stomach.

The breath left you and you deflated, just a little. The skin around your thumb was becoming raw from your picking. You couldn’t help it, even if you muttered it as you looked out the window. “Clearly it’s not a family trait.”

“What?” Eddie’s voice was all surprise, even the van juddered as he pressed on the brakes a little too hard. You glanced over at him, chin ducked down, fingers torturing the ones on your other hand. Eddie was all raised brows and parted lips, an almost curl of amusement on them. “What did you say?”

It was a dare, a challenge. A ‘go on, say that again. Are you brave enough?’

You glared at him, just like he loved to do to you so often. “I said, clearly, it’s not a family trait.”

“What does that mean?” Eddie laughed, a rough bark that told you he didn’t actually find you funny at all.

You were a built up dam, spilling over the top with a new job, new friends, a new apartment in a new town. It was scary. It had been hard.

You burst.

“You’re so mean to me,” you told him hotly, “all the time! And then you apologise, only for it to last until the end of your shift. I know I’m not like, the best waitress— I mean, I’m hardly Nancy, but I’m trying! I— I haven’t done anything to you.” You sniffed, you wobbled. Tears threatened you both and your voice came out a little higher now. “Have I? If I have, I didn’t mean to.”

You dragged a hand over your face and when you looked back to the boy, Eddie looked horrified. He was pink in the face, eyes darting from you to the road and back again, his finger curling around the steering wheel with a white knuckle grip. He didn’t say anything.

“This is so fucking stupid,” you muttered to your lap and when Eddie slowed to the next stop sign, you flung a hand onto the door handle. “Just drop me here.”

The sound of the rain slapping the pavement only grew louder when you managed to open the door a crack and it seemed to spur Eddie into action. He leaned over you and grabbed at your hand, using it to pull the door shut again. It snapped back into place and Eddie was scowling when you swore at him in return. “Fucking Christ, woman,” he huffed. “I’m takin’ you home, alright? You’ll drown out there.”

“It’s a bit of rain, Eddie,” you snapped. “I lived in Chicago, I’ll survive some water.” Your ferocity was short lived, because you gave in with a huff, eyes watering once more as you pressed yourself against the seat and crossed your arms in defeat.

There was a voice in your head, someone from an old job, an old classmate in middle school, your mom. It didn’t matter who, they were all cruel. Cry baby, cry baby, cry baby.

“Can you just - fuck - can you just let me talk?”

You watched as Eddie licked his lips, maybe out of nerves and he gripped the steering wheel harder still. You thought he’d maybe yell at you, maybe he’d tell you exactly why he was so hot and cold with you, maybe he’d explain in detail why you’d managed to piss him off.

Instead, he asked, “why’d you leave Chicago?”

You stared at him. Was he joking? Was he playing some kind of weird joke? But Eddie waited, his face a pretty picture of sincerity and he glanced at you from the road as often as safety would let him.

“Uh, I didn’t like it,” you scrunched your face at the memory, nose wrinkling in distaste. “Too big, too loud. I don’t really—” you searched for the right word, one that wouldn’t make you sound weak and small. “I don’t enjoy big cities. They’re too much.”

Eddie nodded and suddenly, suddenly, you were having a conversation with him. “I get that. My mom moved to Philadelphia, I don’t see her much, but I used to visit when I was a kid. Hated that no matter what time of night it was, it was never quiet - or dark - fuckin’ lights everywhere.”

There was a silence before you pressed your lips together and hummed. “Yeah,” you agreed. “You could never see the stars in Chicago. I missed that.”

The rain was letting up now, nothing more than a horrible drizzle that you knew would still soak you to the bone, but it was quieter. Softer. The sky turned lilac, a hazy kind of purple blue as the sun tried to break through.

“Where did you grow up?” Eddie peered through his curls at you, his fingers unfurling from the death grip he had on the wheel. He turned down Main Street, one hand in his lap, his head leaning back against the chair. “I know it wasn’t here - would’ve remembered you.”

“Fortville,” you told him, wondering if you just kept talking, your heart would stop racing at what he’d just said to you. “With my parents. It was a tiny place, not much there, probably even smaller than Hawkins and we had chickens and a dog my mom rescued just before I was born. I liked it though, it was a nice place to grow up.”

“Why’d you leave?”

You shrugged, turned to look out the window at the spots of rain on the glass, the kaleidoscope of colours they made now the sun shone through them. “Dad left, found another family. Mom turned mean.” You didn’t elaborate more than that and Eddie noticed how your voice turned softer, even quieter.

“Fair enough,” Eddie answered and you couldn’t help but notice that when he wasn’t frowning, when the lines between his brows were gone, his eyes were the colour of dark chocolate, big and earnest looking. “I can, uh, relate. Kinda.”

A comfortable silence passed after that, one that came with the break of the clouds, dark shadows giving way to a late evening sunset, turning the wet sidewalks golden. You could feel Eddie stealing glances at you, quick flickers of his eyes that went from your face to where your fingers were picking at your nails on your lap.

“You haven’t— you haven’t done anything to me,” Eddie murmured. You looked up at the sound of his voice, nails forgotten about and you saw that flush on his cheeks rise over his nose, turning it pink. He licked his lips and you tracked the movement, feeling the nerves roll off of him and fill the space between you. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t, I didn’t mean to be… mean.”

Eddie parked the van and you blinked, not even realising that he’d stopped on your street. Your apartment building was just a little down the road, waiting.

“You lied to me when I came in that day,” you squinted at the boy, both of you cringing at the memory of Eddie pretending that he wasn’t who he was. That he wasn’t who you were looking for. “Why? Why did you do that?”

Eddie turned a deeper shade of pink, cheeks burning and he fumbled over his words before he swallowed harshly and turned towards you in his seat. He tugged at his curls, unsure what to do with his hands now he didn’t have the wheel to grip. “I’m, shit, I’m sorry ‘bout that. That was— that was just. Stupid.”

You nodded, looking at him with sad eyes that seemed to make his brow knit together in despair.

“I don’t, uh, I don’t do well with like, making friends?” Eddie offered an explanation that he didn’t seem to be able to admit easily. He cleared his throat awkwardly and tried to smile at you, tried to ease the feeling of guilt that was swarming him. “I get stuck in my ways, y’know? I just go to work, go home, go back to work— new things—” Eddie glanced over at you with those big eyes. “—new people, make me kinda, nervous. I guess.”

You let your gaze settle on his, watching as he took in a breath and blinked. He looked a little dizzy, his confession making the air a little lighter. But something else lingered. It felt like glitter, a sparkling, pretty thing that swirled in the front space of the van. It was hopeful.

“I get nervous too. Shy,” you admitted. You felt nervous now, tummy tumbling, a whole aviary loose inside. “About a lot of things.” About you, is what you didn’t say. “But I’m not a dick about it.”

Eddie snorted and the sound made your lip quirk up, an almost smile. Eddie nodded, like he was agreeing with your passive insult, his lips twisting as he looked you over once more. His gaze was warmer than you’d seen it before, no furrow between his brow to make you wonder if he was pissed at you. Now he just looked… interested.

“You’re right,” he announced. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’ve been a dick. I’m sorry.”

“You said sorry earlier,” you reminded him. “With breakfast. But then you were a dick all over again. This hot and cold is making my head hurt.” You fiddled with the hem of your uniform dress, lifting powder blue away from your knee to pick at a loose thread.

“I did, didn’t I?” The boy let his head fall back onto the window, a dull thud, curls sticking to the glass that was all fogged up from you both sitting talking. The setting sun made him golden, peach coloured cheeks and honey eyes, all bronze shadows and inky lines over his arms, peeking out from his T-shirt. “Was it good? Your breakfast?”

You rolled your eyes and Eddie grinned, truly, he beamed at you. It was a flirtatious thing, a pretty thing - it made your heart pick up and your breath catch in your throat because it was so fucking unexpected.

“Yes, it was good,” you murmured, back to shy, back to dipping your chin and not really being able to look him in the eye. “But that’s not the point.”

“You’re right,” he said again. The boy seemed so much more agreeable out of his chef whites, without the heat and the noise and the constant sizzle of the kitchen. “I really am sorry - I hate, fuck, I hate that I didn’t make you feel welcome. That was shitty of me.”

You sniffed, pulled the thread loose and watched baby blue spring and curl around your finger. “It was.”

Eddie looked hopeful when you finally found the courage to meet his gaze again. He gave you a slow shrug, a half smile that still didn’t look fully sure. But he tried anyway.. “Can we start again?” He moved, shifting closer to you, close enough that the stick shift was pressing against the slight pudge of his tummy and you could smell his cologne, could see the freckles on the bridge of his nose. He held out his hand for you, silver rings and all. “Hi, I’m Eddie.”

He waited with wide eyes for you to reach out too, to slip your hand into his and curl your fingers around his palm. He did the same, engulfing you. His hands were much warmer, wider, bigger. Calloused and with silver scars, no doubt from too sharp knives.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

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You burst through the kitchen doors just as you broke. A burn in the corner of your eyes, a hollow thud in your chest as the adrenaline of being yelled at surged through you. A family with too many kids to keep track of, a plate of fries on the floor before you could bring out every meal, a stressed out mother who took out her frustration on you and the fact you’d forgotten the soda one of the small boys was yelling about. She was sharp about it, loud enough for the other customers to hear and you watched as Robin frowned from the booth she was serving.

She grabbed your elbow as you passed, feet threatening to stumble with how quick you moved, cheeks hot, throat tight. “I’ll get it,” she whispered. “Take a minute.”

But you shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak before you could suck in a breath. “S’fine. It’s fine. I’ll fix it.”

So you let the kitchen door hit the wall as you almost ran in, eyes blinking back tears of embarrassment and the noise was enough for Eddie to look up from the grill where he was flipping burgers. He frowned at the sight of you, but this time, he looked concerned. You rushed past him to grab the glass of soda that was sitting forgotten on a tray - next to the extra basket of fries the woman had requested, fuck - and turned on your heel to go back out the way you came.

“Hey,” Eddie called after you, “what’s wrong?”

You brushed him away with a raised hand, the other holding the tray of missed items and you didn’t trust yourself to look back at the boy as you rushed back out the door. You sniffed and blinked before you put on a smile, approaching the woman who’d loudly berated you in front of the entire diner.

“I’m so sorry again,” you whispered as you placed the drink and fries on the messy table. One of the kids screamed and you flinched, trying your best to keep the smile on your face as the woman turned to you. “If there’s anything else I can get you, ju—”

“If there’s anything else I need, I’ll get it myself,” she scoffed meanly. Her voice was too sharp, still too loud, a biting thing that dug into your arm and wouldn’t let go. “You got a pretty face, honey, but that’s not gonna get you far. Can hear that empty space in that head from all the way over here.”

You blinked again, uncaring that a tear slipped out, a hot drip of water down one cheek. You kept smiling. In fact, you smiled all the way back into the kitchen before your breath stuttered and your face crumpled.

“Hey, hey, c’mon.” Eddie. At your side, a hand catching your elbow, fingertips grazing your skin like he was still too unsure to hold you fully. “C’mere. It’s fine.”

He led you through the kitchen, hand guiding you so your blurry eyes didn’t lead you into the corner of a station. There was something spicy cooking in a pan, garlic and chilli and soy that Argyle took over stirring as Eddie left it alone in favour of you. Jim must’ve heard the commotion in the dining room, ‘cause he made a rare appearance outside of his office, hand holding onto the door frame as he leaned out, frowning at what he saw.

“Chicago,” he called through the kitchen, voice booming over the radio, the sizzle of the grill, the drone of the vents. “You good? You wanna talk?”

You turned, bumping into Eddie’s side and shaking your head, all whilst trying to smile and appear like you were absolutely fine. Totally normal. Definitely not crying like a baby. You cringed, turning back around and ducking your chin to hide your glossy eyes, your wet cheeks.

“S’fine, Jim,” Eddie called back. “I’ve got her. Jus’ give us five minutes.”

“Munson, you got burgers on!” Your boss called back, you heard him sigh and Argyle told him that he’d manage.

“Five minutes!” Eddie said again, his voice sharper and louder than before and you were moving faster to the back door, bypassing the walk in altogether.

“If they burn, that’s too much money to get thrown in the trash, Eddie,” Hopper complained. “That’s prime fuckin’ beef from the Sinclairs, Eddie and I don’t got time to get Lucas back out for another delivery— hey! Are you listen—”

Eddie ushered you out of the fire exit, blue skies and too bright light making you squint, a rush of hot air that was heavier than the kitchen, muggy and smelling like cut grass and the smoke that came from the vent on the wall. The door snapped shut before Jim could finish talking.

The silence was a warm thing, cloying like the summer afternoon, the edge of a heatwave, the steam from the kitchen that lingered in the small alleyway out back. You brought the heels of your palms to your eyes, pushing there meanly as you sniffed a little wetly and tried to stop your bottom lip from trembling. If you faced the crumbling wall, maybe you could pretend Eddie wasn’t there, watching you.

“Hey, c’mon.”

You groaned.

“C’mon,” Eddie coaxed again, his hand pulling at your wrist, urging you to stop hiding. “You gotta stop letting customers get you all upset like this. ‘Specially the ones that are utter assholes.”

“You heard her?” You asked weakly, embarrassment crawling up your neck. You knew he would’ve, shit, Wayne probably heard it all the way down the street. Of course Eddie heard it from the kitchen. “God, that’s so—” you let out a small groan of anger, a soft wail that was tinged with a little shame.

“No, no, stop that,” Eddie frowned as you buried your face in your hands once more. He got you by your shoulders, palms and fingers curling over the bone there, impossibly wide, engulfing. You turned soft for him, letting him manhandle you until you were facing him, brows crinkled, your cheeks warm. “She was a bitch. You’re okay, it’s alright.”

You sucked in another breath, one of those awful ones that hitched and made your throat close up a little. It was hard to look into Eddie’s eyes. They were big and warm and earnest, crazily so, the colour of burnt honey and he was painfully close. The alleyway pushed you both together, space limited between the walls, the empty pallets, the stacked up crates.

“She was out of order, yeah?” Eddie continued softly, his thumb pushing softly into the meat of your shoulder, drawing circles through your uniform. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re all just human here, Chicago. It’s fine.”

You nodded, numb. Tears still stained your hot cheeks, salt gathering in the corners of your mouth and you felt embarrassed at the reaction, the white hot rush of anxiety that gripped the back of your neck as soon as someone raised their voice at you. You blinked again, feeling heavy, another fresh wave of tears making your vision turn into kaleidoscopes. You scrunched your face, annoyed with yourself, head tilting back to the strip of blue sky you could see between the buildings roofs.

“God, I’m so fucking lame,” you groaned. “So stupid.”

You brought your chin back down to just catch the boy smiling, a dopey, soft thing that made you think he was gonna laugh at you. He did, but it wasn’t mean. In fact, Eddie’s laugh was a damn pretty thing. Scratchy and raspy and warm, enough to make you stop screwing your face up and blink at him.

“You’re not lame,” he told you firmly. He dropped his hands from your shoulders now that you weren’t intent on hiding. You found you missed the weight of them on you, a grounding feeling that helped the tears subside. “Or stupid. Shit, kid, you gotta stop being so hard on yourself.”

“I’m always forgetting stuff though,” you argued. The sun was a blazing thing above you both, hot on your head, your shoulders, the back of your neck. Your uniform itched under the heat and you were backing away into the shadows along the line of the diner wall. Eddie followed, shoulder to shoulder as he leaned against the brick, lounging enough to bring him to the same height as you. “I’m messing up orders and I keep walking into the same stupid table - even though it’s always there! I got a bruise on my hip the size of a fucking peach,” you grumbled unhappily.

Eddie snorted at hearing you swear, a cannonball of a word coming out of your sweet mouth, usually talking softly and shyly at him and customers. He knocked your shoulder with his and tutted. “You’re still new,” he shrugged when you scoffed. You’d been at the diner for almost two months. “Get out of here with that, you are. You’re in a new town and a new job. Give yourself a break.”

“I’m just— god.” You bit down on your bottom lip until it hurt. “I’m such a crybaby, I hate it. I must look like such a mess.” Your eyes felt sore, your cheeks puffy and warm, all too familiar and just as embarrassing as it was when you were ten, fifteen, twenty years old.

Eddie just shrugged, shoving his hands in the pockets of his chef whites. He looked at your face, just for a second, before ducking his chin and studying the concrete below his feet. “Nah,” he said quietly, “you look pretty like always.”

It was quiet for a second or two, the surprise on your face morphing into a crooked smile, a quirk of one corner of your lips at the boy’s words. You sniffed and laughed a little watery, a shy sounding thing that made Eddie blink at you. “You’re being nice to me,” you told him.

He grinned like he couldn’t help himself, a sharp, sudden thing that made his face look even prettier. Curls spilled from his poorly tied bun and his cheeks went rose coloured, more blush than flushed from the heat. He knitted his brows together in faux confusion, tried to act too cool, too blasé. “I am, aren’t I?” He huffed. “Weird.”

You shoved at him in jest, your hand on his shoulder and he barely even budged. But you felt a thrill in touching him, your hand just by the muscles in his arm, where you knew a tattoo lay, curling around a bicep that you couldn’t see under his uniform. It was easy to joke like this, to smile and wipe your eyes one last time when Eddie was playing nice.

You felt like a teen with a crush, that lovesick, giddy type of softness settling in your chest and it purred when you looked at the boy. This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But Eddie got prettier when he smiled at you and when he reached out to straighten the pen that was about to call out of your chest pocket, you were done. A goner.

You wanted to ask if this made you friends.

Instead, you swallowed your embarrassment and hoped you hadn’t been staring. “Thank you,” you murmured shyly. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Eddie pulled open the fire exit and waited for you to enter first, holding open the door as the noise of the diner flooded back out to you. Kids yelling, the grill popping, the coffee machine whirring.

“Would you rather Jim gave you one of his famous three minute counselling sessions?” Eddie winced theatrically. “I haven’t had one myself, but rumour has it there’s a stress ball and some talk about toughening up and how the world just ain’t fair.”

You laughed, walking back into the kitchen with Eddie by your side. Your shoulder brushed against his arm and you shook your head, looking up at him with a heat in your cheeks you were sure he’d be able to notice. “No, m’glad it was you.”

You must’ve surprised the boy, because he blinked as he stopped at the grill. Argyle had flipped all the patties and left the spatula by the countertop but Eddie didn’t take his eyes off of you as he grasped it. You watched his brows lift a little, mouth parting before he closed it again and nodded, looking a little numb.

And then: “cool. Yeah, no, good. Come get me next time too.”

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streets [c.san]

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"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

“I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.”

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

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chelleztjs18 · 3 months

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The Scene (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!ActressReader ; Rachel McAdams, Benedict Cumberbatch (Platonic)

Summary: Something unexpected happened while you were filming a movie with Lizzie which leads more things out of it.

Warning: None. Just some fluff.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from two request that I combined together. This is a made up Kamar Taj scene is being filmed with Rachel McAdams and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies in the scene and golden globes part. Happy reading!

Here are the requests for this fic:

Main Masterlist

What’s better than playing a superhero role in the movie industry? Well, nothing can top the joy and the fun of filming in one of the Marvel movies with your beloved wife, Elizabeth Olsen. You and Lizzie have been married for five months now. It was a very small intimate wedding with family and close friends, just like how you and Lizzie wanted. There was no media nor paparazzi craziness. Both of you try to keep your relationships for two years and the wedding under the radar to enjoy and cherish each other more privately in between busy schedules.

“You did a great job, Lizzie. I can’t believe that you did that scene in one shot. That was pretty hard to do with all the wires and stuff.” Benedict compliments her as he takes a seat next to her, taking a break.

“Aww thanks, Ben. I was actually nervous. You know me with heights, never a fan of it.” Lizzie lets out her little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They pull you up pretty high.I bet it can be uncomfortable sometimes, especially with your Scarlet Witch costume right now.” The Wizard cast responds.

“Sometimes but I love this costume. So, I won’t complain.” She laughs again after trying to let out a joke.

Lizzie and Benedict have a great time talking for a little while until she sees something that makes her stomach turn. Anger thundered through her. Her heart aches and she crumbles inside. All emotions mix up in a split second. Lizzie stands up furiously. She can’t believe what she just saw. Seeing Rachel kiss your lips and you don’t even do anything to avoid it, makes her want to get to you right away.

“Liz? Are you okay?” The British man asks confusedly after taking notice of Lizzie's displeased facial expression.

“Yeah. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” That was all Lizzie said shortly before she rushed her steps with her full Wanda’s costume and barged into the set where you and Rachel are.

“What’s going on here?” Lizzie asks in such anger. You and Rachel look at Lizzie in surprise that neither of you say anything for a few seconds.

The silence from the both of you upset Lizzie even more. Her glossy hurtful eyes look at you in disappointment as she continues telling you how she feels in gritted teeth slowly walking closer to you and Rachel. “After everything we’ve been through, this is what I get in return? Was it a game for you? And to think I would go through the ends of the world for you. Just explain to me why?!” she demands. Her voice gets shaky.

Rachel slowly moves to get to behind you, trying not to get involved between you and Lizzie. Noticing what Rachel is doing, you naturally take a stand in front of her. You were about to tackle everything she said but she didn’t let you. “How could you do this to me?” She added as she spread her palms then clenched them to fists with fury.

Then all of sudden, a familiar voice struck Lizzie’s attention. “Cut! That surprisingly fits perfectly!”

Lizzie quickly turns her head to where the voice came from. She came to realize what was actually going on. She looks at you, Rachel and surroundings. The filming crews are looking at the three of you. Sam, the director smiles satisfiedly.

Her cheeks slowly turn crimson. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I–I–I didn’t know that you were filming a scene. Oh my gosh.” She covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then uncover it. She tries to laugh her embarrassment off. Her cheeks feel warmer from blushing.

“It’s okay but yes, love. I was filming a scene with Rachel.” You replied.

“I’m sorry, Lizzie. It was totally a professional kiss.” Rachel explains in a light joking tone to make your wife feel better.

“No. No, you are totally fine. I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t know that there’s a kissing scene.” Everybody in the room heard what she just said in awe.

“Yes, babe. I told you about it the other night, remember?” you explain yourself as you grab both of her hands to give her the reassurance and comfort she needs. Lizzie tries to recall. “Oooohh yeah. Gosh, I was probably distracted when I was cooking dinner. So embarass–”

You and Lizzie notice that Sam came to talk.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I totally forgot that there was a kissing scene and I got—” Lizzie awkwardly apologizes but Sam finishes her sentence.

“Jealous? First of all, it was cute. Second of all, it was a brilliant spontaneous scene! I love it. You should see your facial expression on the whole thing.”

“Oh yeah, I could see that, Sam. I thought the Scarlet Witch existed for real for that whole minute.” you joke more as you gently squeeze her hand as your way to let her know that you are with her to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I apologize for ruining the scene.”

“Oh no, you didn’t at all, Lizzie. As a matter of fact, I will change the script and we will use it in the movie. We just need to add some visual effects in it and it’s good to go.” Sam lays out his idea and plan in a thrill.

Hearing his plan, Lizzie’s face slowly shows some relief. “Oh, uh– wow. Okay.” The four of you laugh. “Okay, then. Let’s take a lunch break and we’ll continue in an hour?” Sam announced.

Everybody walks away to take their break but you grab Lizzie’s hand before she turns around. “Feel better, babe?” you try to make sure.

“It was so embarrassing but yes, I feel better.” She smiles then laughs.

“No, I meant that the kiss was just one of the scenes.”

“Uh-y-yes.” She admits and covers her face once again. You pull her hands away and look at her lovingly.

“I would never do that to you nor hurt you like that. I’m all yours I love you.” You kiss her forehead then look at her again.

“Aw. I love you too, y/n. Thank you.”

“You were cute and sexy at the same time when you get jealous though.” You tease her and both of you laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out.” She teases you back.

“Oh, really?” your lips form a teasing smirk. She playfully hits your arm and rolls her eyes.

“You are silly. Let’s go have lunch babe. I’m hungry after all that jealousy I felt.” she grabs your hand and walks with you.

“You are cute.” you follow where Lizzie leads you.

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It has been two weeks since the latest Marvel movie came out. It was a hit. People love you and Lizzie in it. You are happy with how positive the public's reaction was. There was a rumor going around that Lizzie improvised on the jealous Scarlet Witch scene after your character kisses Rachel’s. Neither you, Lizzie nor other casts know how the words spread. Lizzie is happy with the fact that people love your acting in the movies. That’s all that matters to her.

Today, you, Lizzie, Rachel and Benedict are invited to the Jimmy Fallon show to talk about the viral movie. Before you got to the location, both you and Lizzie had a talk and decided to be ready if Jimmy asked about your love life. You both think it’s time to let the cats out of the bag about your relationship.

“Welcome everybody! Wow, I feel so safe right now with some of the Marvel superheroes around us.” said the host followed by the cheer and applause from the thrilled audiences.

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy. So good to be back here.” Lizzie expresses her gratitude from where she sits next to the beautiful older actress, Rachel. You adore her beauty from the seat across from her as the dark haired actor next to you chimes in.

Everything went well and it was really fun for everybody. All the casts get their questions.The studio is filled with laughter and excitement.

“Okay, Y/n Y/LN. It’s your turn right now for questions.” Jimmy slightly turns his head to you.

“Oh lord.” you joke as you pretend to look nervous. The audiences and Jimmy laugh at your antics. “I love your character. You have a cool super power in it and as you know a lot of fans are simping your character with the one and only Scarlet Witch.” The crowd can’t hold back themselves with such thrill as soon as Jimmy mentioned the both of you.

You hear Lizzie’s lovely laugh and you glanced at her to see her smile.

“Ah yes, yes. I heard about it.” you respond as you shift the way you sit a little and smile.

“Let’s just go straight to everybody’s favorite scene after you kiss Rachel’s character.” Benedict and Rachel playfully do a hand gesture as if they are locking their mouth. Rachel even throws the imaginary key of the lock to you.

“What? What is it? Are we missing something?” puzzled with what he just saw, Jimmy asked. His gaze bouncing back and forth between the four of you.

“Oh no. Nothing. Nothing.” Benedict denies the question and laughs. Jimmy then looks at Rachel, hoping he will get an answer and Rachel pretends jokingly to look around with a smile.

“Ah, I see. We’ll get back to you two later.” Jimmy adds.

“So, back to you, Y/n.” Jimmy looks at you and with that he interviews you some questions regarding the movie. Three questions and some jokes later, you thought he was done asking you but you were wrong.

“As the newcomer in MCU, fans are dying to know about your current love —” Jimmy was interrupted by the cheering women fans in the studio. He smiles as he slightly lifts up his hand asking for some silence to continue.

You laugh as your cheek blush and you tap your hands gently multiple times on your thighs nervously. You and Lizzie knew sooner or later that this question would come.

“Are you seeing someone now?”

“As in dating or hallucinating?” Once more you joke around and everybody instantly laughs.

“Good one. Good one. Nice try on stalling to answer the question.” Jimmy responds humorously in between laughs.

You sneaked another quick glance to Lizzie then looked at Jimmy. “Well, I’m taken, married actually.” you finally answered and you subtly show the wedding ring on your ring finger and awkwardly laugh.

“Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. What?? When did this all happen? Last time you were here, you were single.” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Yes I was but now I’m happily married.” The audiences are in awe with your answer.

“Okay, okay. Congratulations! Wow. What an exciting surprise. Is your husband from the movie industry as well?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Wife.” You corrected it with an excited smile. Surely, Jimmy looks surprised yet excited for you. A huge cloud of curiosity flows over Jimmy and all of the audiences instantly.

“Awww! Who is this lucky woman?” Jimmy asks and shortly after people start to chant “Who is she? Who is she?”

The four of you laugh. Rachel and Benedict try to keep their expression that they know the truth. Nobody notices that Lizzie looks at you and gives you a subtle small wink and you take that as your cue that it’s time to let people know.

“Okay. Okay. My wife is a very lovely woman. She is the sweetest so I’m the lucky one. We have been friends since the first time I came to this industry. She helps me and teaches what she knows in acting.”

“Oh?! So she is an actress?” Jimmy tries harder to dig more.

“Yes she is. Lizzie and I have been married for five months now.” In a split second, everybody in their seats cheers, applauses and goes crazy.

“Oh my god! I knew it! I knew it!” Jimmy exclaimed with a huge smile, raising his fists as if he just won a jackpot.

A few minutes later silence slowly covers up the cheerings.

“Okay, since the tea has been spilled, Lizzie, let’s switch seats so you can sit next to your wife.” Benedict stands up and gives up his seat to Lizzie. Everybody looks at you and Lizzie in awe as soon as she sits next to you and holds your hands.

Jimmy quickly connects the dots and asks one unexpected question.

“Wait, so does it mean that the improvised jealous Scarlet Witch was actually real?” An image of the scene shows up on the giant screen as Jimmy’s hand points at it. “I meant Wanda’s expression looks so real that I can even feel it when I watch it. Were you really jealous, Elizabeth?” he continues.

“Uh oh.” Benedict's short remark lures some laugh from you and Lizzie.

“Tell him, Lizzie.” Rachel joins in jokingly.

Lizzie laughs awkwardly, blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh. This was embarrassing. So, in my defense, I didn’t know— well actually I forgot that there was a kissing scene between Y/n and Rachel. I was just taking a break and chilling with Benedict then I saw them kissing, I didn’t know they were filming. So yeah and then that happened. Eeeeend scene.” Lizzie explained.

Jimmy lets out a pretend gasp and looks at Benedicts. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Everybody laughs.

“Oh I was just so puzzled because she just suddenly stood up, excused herself and told me she would be right back. I tried to stop her, I wish I had the time stone with me at that time.” The dark haired man responded with some laughs.

“Rachel, you were hiding behind Y/n’s back.” Jimmy examines the giant picture.

“Yes, yes I was. To be honest, I was so bamboozled and my mind tried to think if Lizzie was really mad with me because I don’t want her to be mad at me or if it was just Wanda’s part in the scene. My mind starts to question in those short minutes if Wanda will push me with her wiggly woo in it because I have all the wire around me and I wasn’t ready if they were gonna do a sudden pull on me with them.” Rachel smiles at Lizzie and you.

Jimmy nods at Rachel’s answer then looks at you. “I was as confused as Rachel was but I tried to calm her down because I knew it was all a misunderstanding. Lizzie never really shows jealousy but I’m not gonna lie she actually looked so cute and adorable.” You look at her in adoration and rub your thumb in the back of her hand. Lizzie gives you a smile back.

“Wow, I never knew behind that iconic scene was actually a funny moment. So Sam, the director, decided to use that scene for the movie?” Jimmy lets out his thoughts.

“Yes, he did.” Another shy laugh followed Lizzie’s answer. With that, the show continues with a little more questions and everything goes well.

You and Lizzie are happy with people’s positive reaction at the show about your relationship until some comments you read on social media a few days after.

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You and Lizzie are having a relaxing week before the Golden Globe award event this weekend. You are sitting in the backyard scrolling on the internet while Lizzie is doing her gardening vlog.

“Hi babe. What you doin’ there?” Lizzie asks as she grabs a glass of iced tea you made for her and sits next to you once she is done with her plants.

“Oh nothing. Jimmy’s show that we were in is up on the channel and internet. So I was just reading people’s comments.” you answer while your gaze is glued to the screen of your tablet.

“Oh? I hope they are all good comments?” she responds after a sip. “Hm yeah, they are.” you mindlessly answer but she notices your facial expression. You squint a little as you read more. Your eyebrow knitting together and your lips pressing in a straight line without even realizing it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Lizzie’s tone sounds a little concerned.

“Ah nothing to be worried about, Liz. Some people are just funny with their comments and really need to find something else to do.” your hand did an air quote on the word funny and you laughed.

“What did you mean? What comment? Let me see.” Lizzie's curiosity takes over and she opens her palm, waiting for you to hand her the tablet.

“Just promise me, don’t worry about the comments and ignore them, okay, love. They really don’t bother me.” you subtly demand shortly before you let her read them.

“I can’t believe that Lizzie married Y/n Y/L/N. I hope it was just a lie.”

“Y/n is a new actress, she probably just wanted fame from being with Lizzie.”

“I think this whole thing was a skit to gain more fans attention, she probably lied about being married to Lizzie.”

“Even though IF it was true that they are married, she just uses Lizzie as her ride to fame. I’m sure as soon as she gets enough fame or movies, Y/n will leave her.”

The more she reads the comments, the more upset she looks. “I’m not happy with this, Y/n. We gotta do something about this.”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything about it. I’m sure the comments will soon be old news and people will forget about it. I don’t really care what people say about me, Lizzie.” you express your point of view.

“I do. I will do something about it.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll see. Don’t worry, darling. Everything is under control.” She kisses your cheeks and smiles, not giving you any clue what’s on her mind. You try to shrug it off and not to worry about it.

Few days later, there are more comments, both positive and negative about you and Lizzie’s. There are even videos in the media from the influencers or fans talking about them and going viral.

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Today is the Golden Globe award day. It’s the first big event since you got married. After hours of getting ready, you and Lizzie finally arrived at the venue. As soon as both of you got out of the car and walked to the red carpet spot, fans went all hyped up and so did the paparazzi and the media. You and Lizzie sometimes stop to sign some autographs.

You hear a bunch of voices calling Lizzie’s and your name. It’s your and Lizzie’s turn to be on the red carpet, camera flashes start to show up from every direction. Lizzie holds your hand as she poses with a smile and her eyes look at the camera.

The photographers caught some cute moments of you and Lizzie smiling at each other with the look of love.

Suddenly, Lizzie pulls you closer to her and kisses you on the lips to show the world how much she loves you and how happily married she is to you. She wanted to show all the internet trolls who said bad things about you to just mind their own business.

After the kiss, Lizzie smiles and says “I love you.” and without a doubt you say it back to her and it all caught on camera.

At the end of the red carpet, Lavern Cox is already waiting for you two to come and interview you.

“Oh my god, here comes the newlywed. One of the IT couples. Hi you guys. Both of you look amazing tonight!” She greets you and Lizzie.

“Hello, Lavern. Thank you. So glad to see you again.” you replied after you and Lizzie gave her friendly kiss on the cheeks.

“Me too, Y/n! Congratulations on the wedding! You both make a perfect couple and Lizzie, that kiss just now, I was in awe when I saw it. That was a pretty strong statement you made after things went viral about you two.” Lavern said shortly before she directed her microphone to Lizzie and you to respond.

You start with an awkward laugh. “I really didn’t expect the kiss, Lizzie always surprises me with her lovely and sweet gesture. I really appreciate her ways of showing her love and I’m really proud to show up as her wife tonight.” You can’t hold back a smile as soon as you are done saying your part and Lizzie takes her turn. Lizzie’s eyes are drinking the view of your smile in awe.

“Nice to see you again, Lavern. Thank you. It’s always nice to see our friends here and I think tonight is the perfect time for us to openly come out as being married to each other. I thank all the fans for their support and I would also like to tell some of the people who spread bad words or lies about Y/n to just leave her alone. We are happily married, we love each other sincerely. Y/n has been a great partner for me and she loves me for who I am. She could be famous even without me because she is a very talented actress and amazing person.” Her gentle smile looks totally opposite from her subtle firm tone as she expresses her thoughts towards the end of her statement.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Lizzie. Wow, I love you so much for standing up for Y/n.” Lavern compliments her and continues with a few more questions about the outfits you and Lizzie wear tonight before the usher leads the two of you to the ballroom.

After having a little small talk with the others on the table, you gently hold Lizzie’s hand under the table and whisper to her “Thank you so much for standing up for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Lizzie’s gaze gently locks on yours and she replies with a loving smile. “Of course, babe. Like I said, everything is under control.” she gives you a quick peck on your lips then tonight’s host starts the event.

Everybody had a great time. At the end of the night, the crowd cheers even more positively as you and Lizzie walk out.

A/n: Welp, that's all from me for today, peeps! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

Cheerio!

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• - PHYSICAL TOUCH - •

PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader !!

WARNING(S): use of y/n? swearing, fighting, kissing, drinking, fingering.

SUMMARY: at a party, theodore gets into a fight with a guy dancing with y/n, and she somehow ends up in his bed later that night.

A/N: this is my first time ever writing something like this so lmk if i can do anything to improve this !!

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After winning the quidditch match against Hufflepuffs, the Slytherins decided to throw a party, all houses invited, to celebrate their win.

You and your homegirls all got dressed up and ready for the party, and as you entered the room, attention was grasped from all 4 houses.

Your short black dress fit your curves perfectly which made everyone’s heads turn toward you, boys and girls, Ravenclaws and Slytherins, anyone and everyone.

You grab a few drinks and talk to a handful of people as the alcohol hadn’t kicked in yet and you weren’t in the mood to dance. On your way to grab another drink, a tall figure pushes you hard and you fall down.

You hear a “shit” from someone underneath you. Fuck. You had landed on someone’s lap, you turn your head and to your surprise, its theodore.

Now, you didnt exactly like the boy, he would always find ways to talk about your actions or make rude and mean comments about anything he could.

You apologized as you felt him tense under you and as you tried to get up, he pulled you back in to his lap, “maybe i like where you are sweetheart”.

“You stupid drunk fuck,” you laughed “i could punch you right now”

“I do love physical touch darling” he replies

You then giggle as you jump up from his lap. One of your friends then pulls you into the dancing circle. The alcohol had started to kick in and in a few minutes you were dancing your heart out.

Suddenly, you feel someone’s hand on your waist, the Hufflepuffs’ quidditch captain. He was tall, and attractive so you decided to go with flow and danced with him. Suddenly you feel his hand rip off from your waist and he’s on the floor in no longer than 3 seconds.

Theodore nott came storming and punched him hard, which caused the poor boy to come crashing down on the floor. “oh my god!” You gasp, loud.

The brunette then grabs your hand and leads you out the crowd that had formed around the scene. Once you were outside, he gave you no time before leading you back to his dorm.

When you get there his anger has disappeared, it has been replaced with a feeling you can’t quite catch. You immediately start speaking, “what the actual fuck nott! Why would you do that? You hurt the boy really bad!”

“Holy fuck you are beautiful, you are actually breathtaking woah” he says.

“You are so drunk oh my lord.”

“I didn’t drink y/n”

“Wh-“ and before you could finish, he pushed you to the wall and started kissing you hungrily and passionately.

Fucking hell.

Theodore then placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a little squeeze earning a little gasp from you and a chance to slip his tongue in which you welcomed it.

The Slytherin boy then helped you get rid of your dress leaving just your panties on before laying you on the bed. He kept kissing you then moved to your neck and started leaving kisses everywhere including you breasts and stomach.

“You are so beautiful oh my dear god.” to that, you giggled.

“I guess you do like physical touch then nott,” you tease.

Theodore then took his time removing your panties to reveal your already wet pussy. “So wet already, baby you’re so perfect holy fucking fuck.”

He then spread your legs further and started teasing you “listen to me nott, if you don’t do something right now, i will.” That made the boy go crazy which made him start eating you out like a starved man.

Your breath was heavy, it was the only sound heard in the room, you also tugged at his hair which made him go faster and harder.

You’ve never felt this before, he was so desperate, like he’s never done this before, like he can’t get enough.

“Theo, im gonna.. Theodore im about to” and just like that, he pulls out. “Not that easy beautiful, im not done just yet.”

“Oh you fucking tease” you say.

He smiles and then suddenly in a quick movement, two of his fingers are inside you, you slap your hands on your mouth to cover the sounds that might leave it.

Theo then removes you hand “scream all you want darling, i wanna hear it, i wanna hear you say my name”

“Theooo” you coo.

His movements start getting faster and he adds a third finger, “theooo god dammit”

“y/n, you need to learn to never touch a man thats not me ever again or else i will fucking rip his eyes out, i will break both of his arms off, say that youre mine”

“mhmm” you mumble as waves of pleasure took over you body.

“Use your words baby” he says as he speeds his movement.

“Im all yours theo, all yours, no one else, just you.”

“Good girl, now do it, cum on me” he replies.

“FUCKKK, GODDD.. THEOOO” you scream as you release onto his fingers.

He then carefully removes his fingers from inside of you before licking your cum off his fingers. “Fuck you taste amazing” he says before jumping up and turning the shower on to clean you up.

later..

After getting all cleaned up, theo pulls you on top of him and covers you both with the blanket, “i think i do like physical touch, just from you y/n”.

You kissed his chin in response giggling before slowing falling asleep embraced in his arms.

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Labyrinth | Eddie Munson x reader

summary You knew Eddie before it all, the fame and the succes. He knew you before you found fame, as you both reach it, your relationship changes into something new.(6.7k)

this was a rockstar!Eddie request by @sage-glowstick , she wanted a fic inspiered and that featured Silver Springs by fleetwood mac, here we are I hope you like it babe <33

warnings hurt/comfort, miscomunication, friends to lovers, slowburn, eddie being a dumbass, angst!, afab reader but no pronouns used I think

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Hawkins, May, 1986

“You should come tonight” Eddie said, as he handed you a handmade flyer.

You were sitting down on the exit stairs of the Hawkins High School as he stood there, his body between your legs. Always so close, yet far away. You looked down at it, you saw the scribbled out Corroded Coffin logo over a black and white photo of the band, it read: last home show before tour!

“I still can’t believe that you’re actually going on tour.” You mutter back to him, as you play with the edges repeatedly. Your fingers craving the warmth that a cigarette would let them.

“You’ll make it big too, I know it.” He chuckled, as he left a friendly bump on your knee with his. You laughed as you stared back at his eyes, a flicker of sadness on yours, melancholy in his. A sense of homesickness even if he hasn’t left yet.

“Fucking hope so.” You stood up, a smile appearing on your lips as you got closer to him, you nod as you look at the small flyer one last time before folding it and tucking it deep in your pocket. “I’ll be there, don’t worry.”

Your cheeks flushed as you see the way his smile grows wider and softer, excitement clear his expression, as his hands play excitedly with his rings.

“I’ll see you there then.” He said as he grinned, before turning around and walking to his van, leaving you there.

You watched him leave, thinking about if that was going to be the first time or the last that you had to see him leave, if you would ever get enough courage to actually tell him how he makes you feel, or if he will never know.

You stood there for a second too long as you reached out for a cigarette, feeling the relief it left on your body once the nicotine made its way into it. You started walking slowly to your car, head still in the clouds as you fantasized about telling him. How it would feel to be honest with him for once, i really like you edds you’d say, and he would nod and smile. That stupid smile that drove you wild and mad all at once.

On the back of your car your bass guitar laid there. A promise, a getaway ticket for you to get out of here. You had played with some small bands, nothing ever stuck, not really.

And unlike Eddie, you hadn’t told anyone about the one way plane ticket you had bought for yourself to New York, hoping you’d find fame there.

The show had been amazing, as it usually was.

Thought tonight Eddie seemed to finally shine as bright as he should have always had.

He was angelic under the stage lights.

For once he wasn’t wearing an old beat up band t-shirt, but an open see-through black shirt that let his stomach visible, a happy trail from his belly button traveling down onto his crotch, framed in tight black jeans that you had been trying all night not to stare, as hard as it was.

The sweat that stuck to his body made him shine even more, and even if you thought that he would smell of sweat and alcohol, nothing but an intense smell of sandalwood and perfume followed him as he came down from the stage to hug you tightly.

He didn’t care that everyone was watching. The only thing that mattered right now was that you had come and that you were there, looking at him with admiration and (he hoped) love. He had fallen for you that night, and he would blame the adrenaline, but he was in a rush to let you know.

So his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, not letting you go. Resting his head on the small of your shoulder as he enjoyed the way your arms had settled on his neck, your chest against his, and your hearts beating fast, as one.

It was obvious to both of you, and even if it was necessary, you needed to tell him, it was now or never.

“Eddie” You whisper into his ear.

“I’ll miss you so much.” He answered. You nodded back, he felt it by the way your hair moved, and your chin hitted his body.

“Eddie” You repeated.

He stepped back enough to be able to look at your face, his hands still on your waist. You were in a room full of people, yet you only had eyes and ears for each other, treasureing this moment, wishing it could last forever.

“I’m leaving for New York.” You confessed. Him being the first person you told. You looked at him, as his expression travelled from shockness to proudness. You realised now that your arms had stayed where there were, your hands on the back of his neck, tangled between his curls, the softness of them leaving you speechless for a second too long.

“You better come to our show there.” He joked, as his voice became softer, his eyes shining, not because of the light, but because of the feeling of fondness he felt for you in this moment. He pulled you close once again, and he muttered against your ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” He admitted.

“I’m really proud of you too, Edds” It shocked you, just how much sincerity layed on those words, in that moment saying anything else, would just break the moment, in your opinion.

So you just decided to look at him. And the way his face beamed at you, flushed in pretty hues of pink, and that stupid Eddie grin that he had only for you.

In another world, in a world where you were braver, you would have told him you loved him right there, maybe even kissed him.

But in this one, you decided to just hug him again, and really focused on the way he felt, the way he smelt, and just how warm and safe having him this close made you feel. It may be the last time in a while.

In another world, Eddie begged you to come tour with him, he would tell you that he isn’t ready to stop seeing you all of a sudden, that he isn’t capable of imagining a time in his life where he isn’t as close to you as he is right now. In that world Eddie would finally realise that those feelings are the big scary ones, the four letter ones.

But in this one, he is way to scared of leaving home, and he is just panicking enough that he just melts into your arms, and thinks that he’d be a goner if you weren’t his friend, and that he’s too scared of fucking this up with his stupid crush.

So, he drove you home. And whipped your tears as they felt out of your cheek when he finally said goodbye. Leaving you alone in your bed, with his goodbye gift, his Corroded Coffin shirt that you slept with that night.

New York, October, 1986

Moving away from home had a funny way of making you feel like you’ve never actually had a home before.

Even more so when you ended up sharing an apartment with people from your own town, but now you were all older in a way, safe and far away, with a new opportunity.

You did know who Steve was, and the same thing happened with Robin, but you weren’t really friends before, and just in six months you couldn’t imagine a world without them.

Your first week in New York seemed so long ago, it felt like a dream.

Searching for an apartment, and bumping into an old known face that was renting a room.

You were living with them the next day, and you never looked back.

Robin was working at an independent bookstore. Steve found a part-time gig at a youth center. And you made ends meet in an alternative bar in SoHo, down the street where you lived.

What was even better, you were actually playing. Like in a band, a real band. You sang and played the bass, Robin was on drums, and Steve was lead guitar and singer.

Labyrinth had become a new usual in the alternative culture in New York, and you tried to play at least four nights a week.

Robin had come up with the name.

After the first movie night you hosted and Steve had fallen in love with magic dance and the way Bowie sang it, he insisted you guys figured the melody out so you could start covering it regularly.

Now you always open your shows with your version of it.

A new version. A rockier one.

But tonight was a first. One Night Only: Corroded Coffin, openers; Labyrinth. It was more commonly known as “The Hawkins show”.

You had been walking in circles all morning, as your nerves grew bigger and stronger. Not only for playing at the legendary Webster Hall, not even for the fact that actual managers and as Steve had called them “big fishes” were going to be there. It was all because of the stupid curly headed boy.

Now, moments before you actually had to play, you laid on the little backstage space that they let you, trying to get Robin to stay still as you painted a black liner on her eye.

“Robs, I swear to god if you move again and I poke your eye out, I’m not even going to feel bad.” You threaten, as the blonde looked up at you, your faces inches away from hers.

“I can’t help it, it feels funny.” She whined as she stared back at you, her eyes squirming involuntarily as you inched closer.

“Come on dude, she’s done that to you like 52 times at least.” Steve added to the conversation as he changed shirts for the third time in a row. Retouching his hair as soon as the white tank top was hiding his chest, his anxious movements remained the same.

“I thought you were wearing the black one.” You added with a curious look on your face, as you see Steve purse his lips together.

“Dude, don’t make me change again, please.” He stepped closer to the mirror that was behind the both of you.

“Sorry, duuude.” You mocked his new favourite word, as he grinned back at you, his nervous energy becoming yours.

“Can you please finish my other eye before you make fun of Steve?” Robin begged as she grabbed your face, making you look back at her.

“Will you stay still?” She nodded. “Good.”

She didn’t stay still, but you treasured these kinds of moments for what they were worth. The feeling of finally being with people that knew you, truely. Feeling loved, and cared for.

“Right, I’ll get us some beers before the show while you guys change.” Steve announced as he headed out, his body already out the door.

“As if it was something you hadn’t already seen before!” Robin screamed at him. You laughed at her sincerity, and her wobbly hands. It was fun to know just how much control over her movements she had when she was on stage, and just how clumsy she could become once the lights were no longer shining. “So, what are you wearing for your big night?” Robin teased back at you, an eyebrow higher than the other.

“My big night?” Your voice went an octave higher, as you blushed.

“Come on… Eddie?” She asked, as she took her shirt off and she put on her old-once white-badly stitched shirt on.

“What about him?” You said back, a monotone in your voice that wanted to make it sound like it wasn’t that big of a deal, even if it absolutely was.

“Your huge crush on him?”

“I do not!”

“You so do!”

“Well, what if I do?” Robin couldn’t stop laughing, as she saw just how red your face was turning, almost matching the shade of your lipstick.

You turned your back on her as you tried to find his shirt, as faded and as distressed as it was now, it felt important to wear it today. A short black skirt under it, leaving your legs exposed.

“You so do, you love sick bug.” She continued teasing once she saw the shirt you decided to wear.

“I’m just showing support for our hometown talent.” You said back, a fabricated lie that you like to tell yourself, instead of the i’m so nervous i feel like i might vomit so i need something familiar truth.

“Sure you do.” A familiar voice came out from the opened door.

Eddie was resting his body on the door frame, his arms flexed over his chest, and his head tilted, with the same grin that he always had for you.

And once again it happened, nobody else seemed to be in the room when he was in it. His hair seemed longer, and healthier, his arms looked more muscular and his face somehow stayed the same.

That stupid upside grin and his shiny brown eyes.

Steve followed him closely behind, handing you the beer as you cheered as you did before every show.

“Eddie, this is Steve, Steve Eddie.” You introduced the two guys as they shook hands, looking at each other in a funny way. Steve’s free hand was in his waist, the same pose he always has when something was clicking in his head. Eddie had his head crooked to the left, trying to pierce something together.

“Did you hang out with..”

“Henderson.” Eddie finished. They both nodded and laughed, a calm banter starting between the both of them.

“And this is Robin.” You added as you messed with her hair as she waved a shy hi.

“From band?” He asked her, making her shoulders drop, making her feel included and seen.

It made your heart melt just a bit more, seeing him get along so well with your friends, and it was also an incredible relief. This was everything you wanted, Eddie hanging out with your friends, smiling and laughing. You had been dreaming about it ever since he left, and you had met these people that had no problem adopting you into their life.

“We should start doing our sound check” Steve said once he had finished his bottle of beer, Robin already standing up with her drumsticks on her back pocket.

“I’ll join you two in just a second, I need to finish this first.” You moved your head at the mess on the table, makeup scattered away and a song half written in your notebook.

“S’key” Robin blurred as she pushed Steve out of the room, knowing that what you meant to say was that you wanted some time with your old friend.

As they left the room, the mood changed all of a sudden. The room seemed smaller, warmer. The lights softer.

Eddie rested his body on top of a free space of the table, his leg gracing the chair you were sat in, his eyes looking at you closely as you did your black liner. A stupid soft smile appearing on your lips as you looked at him through the reflection of the mirror.

“What?” You laughed as you looked at his curved lips, pinker than you remember.

“I like looking at you.” He confesses. Eddie wanted to tell you so much more, but was somehow still afraid of saying something stupid, so he did what he always does, he lit a cigarette and offered one to you. “I missed being able to look at you.”

“You’re an idiot Moon.” You chuckled as you let him light the cigarette for you.

“At least I’m your idiot, right?”

Eddie’s eyes were hopeful, shining brighter than they have ever done for you, his brown eyes looking like melted caramel, as he left his lips slightly parted while the smoke left them.

He sometimes wished you could read his mind, or that he could read yours. In his opinion it would be easier than to actually gesticulate the words out of his mouth.

“As long as I’m yours.” You answered back, almost in a whisper. Your doe like eyes looking up at him.

Time stopped there. As soon as Eddie left his free hand drawing patterns on the skin of your arm, he was enchanted there, and you couldn’t stop looking at him. Not really believing that he was finally as close to you as he was.

You finished your cigarettes in that comfortable and warm silence, and you waited a few seconds before interrupting it.

“I’ve got something for you.” He looked down at you, his eyebrows raised in intrigue, you bit your lower lip in nervous anticipation.

“Show me?” He begged. You couldn’t help but wonder how he could sound begging for something else. You, perhaps.

You nodded, as you got up from your chair and bent over searching for the new t-shirts you had made for today's show. Not really remembering that you had a skirt on, and not really giving it that much thought, but from Eddie’s point of view it seemed like the view was the gift entirely.

The way your naked legs looked had already made him a little dizzy, but once you bent over he could see the way your thong kept you covered, but still your ass was in full display. He felt a little tighter against his jeans, as a tingling started to grow, along with his blushed cheeks, he resorted to bite the inside of his cheek in a pathetic attempt to not make it all too evident. He even lifted his head up, looking at the ceiling as soon as you turned around.

If you hadn’t been as nervous, you would have caught it all, but once again, you were busy looking at the way your fingers were fidgeting with the shirt you were giving to him.

“You gave me your shirt, it’s about time you have one of mine’s” He was about to melt right on the spot, and for once you could tell. He let out a sight, a i’m falling in love with you kind of sight, or at least that’s what you hoped, or chose to believe.

“You’re so corny” He halved joked as he grins again, his head shaking with the happiest glee you had ever seen on his face.

He took his shirt off in a quick movement, giving you a show of your own. His necklace decorating the way his collar bones looked and marking an arrow going down his chest, tattoos decorating some of his skin, and the same happy trail that had been living on the back of your head since you last saw it six months ago.

But having him that close, made you weaker somehow. His skin looked softer, his body left the space between you both warmer, hotter, smelling of him and his stupid perfume that followed him everywhere he went.

You were aware that your chest had been rising faster as you were thirsting after him, and that your lip started to hurt a bit from biting as hard as you were, trying to not make a sound as you stared at him.

He took away the shirt from your hands, and put it on slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. His breath was starting to get heavier, and the space between both of you smaller.

“Do I- Does it look good?” He asked, his voice lower, raspier. His words only meant for your ears.

“Yeah. Angelic.” He smiled at your joke, as his fingers played with the ends of your hair.

Even though he realised that it wasn’t a joke, since it seemed like more of a confession. He tried something, he took a step closer, and his smile grew deeper when he saw that you didn’t move away, but stepped closer, your waist bumping into his. Your fingers playing anxiously with the end of his new shirt.

“Do you actually like it? Cus’ I made the design and since we don’t really know anything about what the final one’s gonna look like we could still change it and-” He pushed your hair behind your neck, his fingers stopping right there, and shutting you up a second before he talked again.

“Have you ever thought about kissing me?” Your eyes opened wide at the question. A new side of Eddie you hadn’t seen before, a cockiness and lack of fear that left you in awe. Even his usual grin looked different, as you were that close.

“What” Only all the time you thought.

“It’s just, I’ve been thinking about it. Kissing you.” His fingers that rested on your neck started to bury themselves deep into your skin, pulling you in, asking for permission at the same time. “And what could happen.” His voice was lower, barely above a whisper. It was hypnotising. “What I’d do, with you.”

It was truly making you dizzy, his words saying everything that you have always wanted to hear, your heart beating fast and hard, loud enough for you to hear. A tingeling feeling that invaded your whole body, an electricity that pulled both of you closer with every breath you took.

“I have.”

“You have?” He teased back, eyebrow raised as his hair fell to the side. Your cheeks were flushed in pretty pink, and your eyes were softer as you were lost between his eyes and his lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanto…”

As soon as you nodded, he didn’t waste any more time. He pulled you by your neck softly at first, and as your breath mixed with his he stopped there for a second, enjoying the feeling right before you kiss the person that’s been on your mind since you met them. But once his lips were on yours, his grip became harder, yours was holding onto his waist, needing him closer, and a moan escaped your lips in between kisses when he held your neck tighter, and your tongue met his.

It had been worth the wait.

“Hope you have a good show, darling.” He muttered, once your lips separated from his. A new found confidence that made him sound cockier, and a wink for you before he exited the room.

You should have reapplied your lipstick, and he should have washed it off, instead you went and played wearing his band shirt with smeared red lipstick, while he was wearing yours and some pretty evident mark of who had kissed you.

New York, June, 1987

The studio always smelled of sandalwood, and the air usually was heavy with smoke.

Funny enough, in the last six months it all happened quickly. Photos of you and Eddie wearing eachothers clothes on stage made it to mainstream media, and you were signed immediately after by the same discography that had signed Corroded Coffin.

Which meant that you shared the same studio.

And usually had the same or similar opportunities.

Steve was curlded on the little couch, scribbling away on his notebook, finishing one of the last songs you needed to finish the album.

Robin was in the recording pod, her final drums until you finish writing the last song you had to write.

It was your idea, each of you would write four songs, twelve songs total. Labyrinth. Self titled album, that was all about you, and your friends.

Robin had come up with beautiful melancholic lyrics about unrequited love, and her identity.

Steve wrote about wanting to be free, his party days and what it felt like living in a small town.

And you wrote about them, and the love you had to give.

And Eddie.

Since that night where you opened for them, Eddie had been living under your skin. He’d come over to where you guys were recording, hang out, steal a kiss or two and leave. Or he’d call you late at night begging for you to come over and sleep with him, and you ended up going every time. Success had finally found its way into Eddie’s life, quicker than in yours.

Corroded Coffin was already working on their second studio album, and had a tour planned out. Magazines covers started to have lines like up and coming band sells out tour or Exclusive Interview with Corroded Coffin’s singer Eddie Munson. The last one asking about you, and Eddie saying on paper that you were just extremely close friends, while he was making you beg for him to hit you harder every time you ended up on his bed.

It was confusing. But you wanted him badly. And there was the small voice on the back of your head that begged you to cherish it while it lasted, because you were afraid of what could happen once tour started.

But you didn’t imagine that you’d start touring before him.

The news had just left Robin’s mouth when she joined you two on the little lounge area.

“We just got a call. You’re going to freak out.” She couldn’t stop smiling, her eyes closing from excitement, as she made her way to the couch, hugging Steve as she whispered something on his ear.

“Shut the fuck up.” He said in return, as he opened his mouth in shock, a starstruck gaze in his eyes as he shook his head from side to side.

“I’m being serious.” She confirmed, as they started screaming and abrupting in nervous laughter.

“What?” You asked, seeing them so excited, not following whatever was going on.

“You’re not lying?” Steve asked again as he threw his notebook on the ground.

“Fuck no, Stevie.” Robin continued to look him dead on the eyes, her smile showing off all of her teeth.

“Guys? What’s going on?” You begged again, the both of them finally lookin at you.

“You should start packing your bags.” Steve started, with his eyes sparkling as he couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping.

“Whatdoyoumean?” Excitement was already filtering through your voice.

“I mean we’re touring.” Robin said, slowly, her hands grabbing her jeans in pure joy.

“Fuck off.” You shook your head as your eyes widened “When?”

“From the 20th of July to the 14th of August, and then back on the 1st of September until the 14th of October.” Robin's voice was calmer now, but still she couldn’t believe it as she was saying it. Out of all of you, she is probably the one that's more excited to tour around, she really wanted to see every little place this world had to offer, and music gave that to her.

“Oh.” A bit of shock and disappointment left your voice, and Steve furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you.

“What?” He said, his stare a familiar sensation.

“I bought you guys tickets as a surprise.” You reached down your bag, and grabbed them, fidgeting with them as you looked back at your friends. “It was supposed to be a surprise.” You handed them the tickets and they laughed deeper, something was going on. “Hey I was excited about seeing Bowie with you guys…” You whined a bit as you snatched the tickets back, throwing them deep into your bag.

“But you will see Bowie with us dude.” Robin stepped closer, a hand resting on your knee as her eyes shined at you, begging for you to put the puzzle pieces together.

“What? When?”

“We’re opening for Bowie.”

You melted into her arms, and Steve followed you guys closely. You had made it, it didn’t matter anymore, that was as close as you could have ever dreamt of, and it was actually happening.

New York, July, 1987

“So you’re really leaving?” Eddie asked, his voice low and softer now that it was only the both of you in the studio.

Your last song is mastered, and the album just needs a few ticks and twists and it will be done, officially.

“Yeah, first show is in Philadelphia.”

“When?”

“We’re leaving in a couple days.” You added, and saw him standing up, putting distance between the both of you. “What’s going on Moon?”

It warmed him, hearing you call him that sweet pet name. The first time you did his skin got covered in goosebumps and his heart stopped for a second. Right now, his heart was shattering and didn’t know how to verbalize it, so hearing you call him that, it drew a needle through his heart. A frown appeared on his face, and all of the alarms started sounding in your head.

“So you’re leaving.” He started, a spiraling down that you didn’t like the sound of.

“So are you.” You pointed out. Eddie looked at you now, your shoulders shrugged in defence, your voice about to break, an uncomfortable conversation that was about to happen.

“Yeah, but I was supposed to…”

“You were supposed to what?” A sharp tone could not only be heard on your voice, but also felt in the air, as this conversation was full of sharp words and needles that stuck on your throat.

“I was supposed to make it, and…”

“So you can go around and I’m supposed to do what? Wait for you?” You weren’t angry, just hurt.

But Eddie didn’t know that.

Eddie just heard you and your cold words. He just saw you sitting down on the couch, with your leg bouncing up and down as your nails buried into your thigh, your hair falling in a controlled mess over you.

Eddie just saw you getting hurt, because of him, and felt awful. So he thought Its better this way, if she stays with me she’ll just get hurt, I love her and I need her happy.

“No.” The way he shook his head, his shampoo filling the air, it stinged the way he looked so beautiful, majestic even. “You were supposed to be by my side.” He sat back down, opposite to you, looking deep into your eyes. “With me.” He half cried, tears stored away and a sore throat coming in.

“I deserve it too…” You whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“Yeah, but… We won’t be together.” He said what you never wanted to hear. A threat, a reality.

“So that’s it then?” A knot was deep in your throat, and your stomach was upside down.

Eddie didn’t know how to tell you, how to act.

Eddie stayed quiet, and let you go.

Los Angeles, October, 1987

“Last show boys.” Steve half sang as he walked into the backstage, three beers in his hand. The tradition that you had still standing.

“Finally.” You sighed, changing the third string from your bass once again.

“You could get a new one.” Robin pointed out as she took her first sip.

“I’m too sentimental about it.” You admitted, beer travelling down your throat as you lighted a cigarette, pushing the smoke out as she fanned it out.

“You’re sentimental about everything.” Steve half joked, the break-up with Eddie still left a sting on you everytime it was mentioned.

“And apparently you two are together now.” Robin said, as she grabbed the magazine that rested on the coffee table.

Steamy moment between the singers of Labyrinth on their latest show.

“Sure, I’m also dating you.” You joked as you grabbed the one underneath.

Labyrinth’s Drummer and Singer are they the perfect match?

“We are a perfect match, aren’t we?” Robin laughed as she pushed her head back, smirking at you as you threw the magazine at her.

“If you keep flirting with me, I’ll kiss you on stage, Buckley.”

“Now that’s a show.” Steve took another sip out of the bottle before talking again, a stupid smile on his face. “But who will kiss me?”

“I can kiss both of you.” You said, jokingly, your cheeks hurting you from smiling.

“Now that is a show.” Robin said as she raised her beer bottle, with the clinking of glass a small promise was made, and laughter and stupid stares were shared.

You did her eyeliner, and for once Robin stood still. Steve always loved to mess with your hair, making it into a controlled mess that made you smile to yourself when you saw the way you looked in the mirror.

It had been a little over a year since you left. Your hair looked longer, healthier. Your face looked the same, but older at the same time. The bags under your eyes now in a purple hue, from being on the road, your smile lines deeper from living with them. And your shattered heart slowly mending back together.

Steve chose to wear the jean vest that he bought on a little shop a few weeks ago in New Orleans. It made him smile when the owner of the small thrift shop asked what he knew him from.

Robin was more confident, so she started wearing small heart parches with pink, white and orange. This time it was a small one on her left sleeve, she kissed it before entering the stage, voices screaming as they saw her.

You choose comfort. The same lacy bra that you already had on, and an old sheer black shirt, left open. The same black jeans, ripped everywhere with the usual red lip. It didn’t matter, you thought, people are here to see Bowie, we are here to have fun.

It was fun.

You started playing your rendition of Magic Dance, and people sang along, cheered when Steve hitted the high notes and you the lower ones.

It was all going way to good. And when you had only two songs left, someone caught your eye.

Right there backstage, Eddie.

An apologetic look on his eyes, and fire in yours.

What does that mean, whatdoes this mean, whatdoesthismean

Steve clocked it to, a knowing nod and a soft “Breathe” that he mouthed to you as soon as he could.

Eddie was there, on your last show, and you didn’t understand why, but if he wanted a show, you might as well give him one.

Before you played what was supposed to be your last song, you moved over to Robin while Steve talked to the audience, and he tells them what he always does. How this means so much for three kids from Indiana, how a year ago you were playing cover songs and now your first album is out, and how lucky he is to be doing this with his best friends, before he introduced you, he looked over, seeing you whispering to Robin.

“Robs, do you remember Silver Springs?” She nodded, and looked at Eddie before lookin back at you, fidgeting with her drumstick.

“Are you sure?” She needed to know that you knew what this meant.

“Positive.” You said before grabbing her by her collar, raising her enough to leave a peck on her lips and making sure everyone saw.

The audience went wild, and Steve chuckled.

“Those are my best friends!” He cackled.

“Do you want one babe?” You muttered into his microphone, and while the people screamed you whispered into his ear. “Silver Springs.” He nodded, and gave you a peck.

You laughed it off, and it was your turn to talk to everyone, though you were only talking to Eddie now.

“Since everyone thinks I’m dating both of them…” You muttered, with a goofy smile as you fumbled with your bass, a nervous tick you didn’t know how to stop. “We are single though, the three of us, so ladies, call us, or dudes I don’t mind.” You smiled as you saw Steve shaking his head no, as Robin shook it yes. “Anyway, um… We are really thankful that this has been our first touring experience… If you told me that The Bowie would ever know who I am I…”

“So emotional” Robin joked through the microphone.

“Well yeah” You shut back. “The point is, we weren’t going to end with this one, but we started as a cover band, so it feels right.” As soon as the beat started, you saw the way people were whispering, and how some of them had clocked Eddie.

And for once, you were the main voice. It was your song, and your moment. And Eddie knew that.

He had come over, wanting to support you on your last show, but as soon as he heard what you were playing, he regretted it, he regretted it all. It was even worse when he felt your stare as you sang to him. You didn’t look at the audience, or at Steve -who he didn’t want to think about you kissing again- you were staring directly and deeply into him. And the words stung.

I’ll follow you down till’ the sound of my voice will haunt you. And he could tell that you were close to crying now, and he was also sure that you had never sounded better, which only made him more proud, in a weird way.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. And he knew, in that messed up moment, he knew you did love him, and that he had deeply cut you open, as he realised that you would have loved him better than anyone else if he only had given you the chance.

I know I could’ve loved you, but you would not let me. And he was the one crying now. He didn’t realise it at first, and neither did you, but everyone else did. And as a cosmic joke, both of you whipped the tears away at the same time.

A shared moment that made you both smile, as you finally reconnected to the audience and the final note hitted, you let your body crumble into the ground, feeling the warm embrace of Steve and Robin. You had them, no matter what.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shut up, it was beautiful.” Robin half chuckled, half cried as you stood up and waved goodbye for the final time.

You mouthed a thank you and various I love you’s to the people that still cheered, maybe more now that they had seen you break down. You weren’t sure and didn’t want to think about it.

They hugged you tighter than before once you were backstage, and made sure you were okay before he came, with his tail between his legs.

“Hi.”

You were hugging yourself, your arms crossed across your chest, a shy look on your face, not sure what to say after that.

Eddie was still open, his eyes puffy and red, his throat sore from holding on to tears and the trembling hand you had left him with traveled down his pocket in search of his cigarettes.

He offered you one.

A peace offering that you accepted.

“I’ve been an asshole.” He admitted.

“Yeah, a bit.” You nodded as you lighted your own for once.

But you couldn’t lie to yourself, being this close to him, it sparked something back. A tingling, a feeling, a dormant electricity.

“I really want to be something to you again.” He tried being sincere for once. And you knew he was actually being truthful, his eyes locked with yours, his voice clear and without a trembel, and a I’m so fuckin sorry written across his face.

“I really loved you, you know?” You admitted. A bit of sweet poison leaving your lips. “I loved you and it seemed like you didn’t care.”

“I did care, I do care.” He tried stepping closer, but didn’t dare to, wanting or better said, needing to give you your space. “I love you too.”

He didn’t speak in the past, you noticed.

“Still do?” Hope in your voice, begging for him to actually say it again, even if both of you knew it wouldn’t fix anything.

“Still do.”

“You’re going to have to prove yourself, you know?” He nodded, as smoke left his mouth.

“I do.” He was lost in you, the way you let smoke out, the way you had taken a step closer to him. The way you were, there, actually speaking to him.

“One date.” You agreed, and his eyes shined again.

“One date.” He nodded.

A promise you hoped he didn’t break again.

He didn’t, not this time.

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scoobysnakz · 3 months

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part 2 of dbf miguel. so sorry this took so long, accidentally deleted the draft like twenty times.

The TV hums softly as a random sitcom you've not gotten the chance to see yet flickers across the screen. You know you should turn it off, it's distracting you from completing your essay, one you've been procrastinating about finishing, but the background noise is comforting enough to let you keep it on, even if you'll have to rewatch it all later.

“Need help with that?”

You jump at the sudden noise, pen now clattering on the floor and rolling dangerously close to the sofa. You look up at where the voice came from, only to be met with a freshly shaven Miguel.

Embarrassment burns the back of your neck as you shift on the plush cushion of the sofa. The only thing covering the crinkled page of your otherwise barren notebook is an array of flowers around the margin and random notes scribbled out in heavy, blotchy lines.

“Am fine,” you smile, fingers spreading out to hide your work, or lack of.

Miguel just scoffs at you before pushing your hand away. “Such detailed notes,” he chides.

“It's meant to be an essay, but thanks anyway.”

You hear him stifle a laugh that you pray is sympathetic and not as amused as it sounds. It's shameful how far behind you are on your schoolwork when you have someone peering over your shoulder.

You aren't quite sure why you're so pent up on impressing Miguel, a man who is staying at his friend's house for some unbeknownst reason.

He sits down on the sofa next to you, a respectful distance but you can still smell his overbearing cologne and hair gel fusion. The sofa sinks slightly at his weight, a low creak eminating through the room.

He laughs, “let me help.”

Irritation bubbles deep in your stomach but you try to push it away, ignore it and keep going with the conversation. But when he acts so casual, even though he's stolen your bedroom, your only haven in this monstrosity of a household, you can’t help but feel annoyed with him.

“I doubt it,” you quip with an air of ignorance, fingers drumming erratically on the inky pages, “this is biology, aren't you like a chemist or something?”

A smirk curls at the corner of his lips at your sudden attitude, but he doesn't comment on it, leaving your opinion of him more distasteful than ever. “Well my degree says organic chemistry and molecular biology, so you're both wrong and right.”

“Mmm, so either, you're loaded, or up to your neck in debt.” you don't even try to hide the snark in your voice, “considering the fact that you’re staying here, I'm guessing student loan got the better of you.”

He scoffs at you, hand clasped to his chest in feigned hurt. “I'll have you know, I have a well-paying job, thank you very much.”

You flip your notebook shut, a small sense of relief washing over you now that disgrace of an essay is hidden, and shift to face him. “Then why are you here?”

He swallows, hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His gaze flickers between your face and the wall behind you, discomfort colouring his expression. The atmosphere of the room shifts entirely, and suddenly you feel guilty for hating him. Maybe he didn't mean to take your room, not on purpose anyway.

“I lost my house, not… not because of money or anything,” he pauses, plush lips pursed into a tight grimace before he continues, “didn't get a very good divorce lawyer.”

“I'm… sorry?” you've never been good at sympathy, always pushed the hard topic of emotions onto someone else so you can focus on something you're actually good at. But now, some weird part of you wants to comfort him.

“Hmm?” he looks back at your eyes, your breath catching in your throat, “Not your fault, querida, I was a silly man who did silly things. I made a mistake and lost the love of my life.”

“Don't say that.” you hate the way your voice softens. You want to keep this burning resentment for Miguel, loathe him for all eternity, it might seem petty but he deserves it. Yet, you want to pull him close, tell him to stop being so hard on himself and run your fingers through his hair until his jaw unclenches.

He shakes his head, casually, as if it was never that important.

“I couldn't stay faithful and I paid the price, she has everything she deserves leaving me with… nothing.”

An awkward silence fills the room. You don't know what to say to that other than, I take back my kindness and spit in your face for cheating on your wife.

“She was amazing, so full of life, and then one day… we just stopped clicking,” he leans back against the sofa, head craning back so that he's forced to stare at the yellowing ceiling, “it wasn't a spur of the moment, because I got bored thing. We had stopped loving each other, she had anyway.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing against his much more calloused, harsh ones causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. You give his hand a gentle squeeze that lasts a little longer than intended, but the sweetness of the action doesn't go unnoticed.

The upbeat theme tune from the TV suddenly blares out from the speakers causing the two of you to startle. Your fingers tighten around his on instinct but you immediately pull your hand away.

Miguel chuckles a low, mellow sound that makes your ears perk up. “Sat on the remote,” he says, pulling it from under his thigh.

“Scared the shit out of me, Migs- Miguel,” you breathe heavily.

He nods, smiling uneasily, praying that the hammering of his heart is from the sudden shock and not from the kindness you displayed. But deep down, he knows the truth.

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harlowcomehome · 5 months

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The wedding guest:

It’s always the twinkle in your eyes…

“…Being able to watch your love blossom over the last few years, has truly been one of the most eye-opening, whirlwind and exciting examples of love I’ve ever been so honored of witnessing. I only hope that I find a love magnetic and fulfilling as the two of you” you finished your speech and held your glass up to the crowd earning a wave of applause.

A pair of baby blue eyes watched you as you fixed your dress before sitting beside your best friend. He had been subtly smiling at you throughout the night, silently peeking at your interest.

You and Sandra had been friends since middle school, she was your other half. The platonic soulmate everybody wanted in their life. Sandra was always lucky in love, or- just luckier than you.

You always knew that Sandra would get married first, so when she met James (a music producer from Atlanta) and you saw a twinkle in her eye that you’d never seen before you got mentally prepared to lose her, at least in some form.

James was a good guy, so you didn’t mind it as much as you had initially expected to.

The remainder of the wedding speeches went well, your eyes scanned the room for reactions as jokes were told, and memories were shared.

You couldn’t help but continuously find him in the crowd, he was tall, so it was easy. You felt drawn to him immediately.

He was nursing the same drink pretty much all night, barely sipping it. You were intrigued by his build, toned arms that were almost bursting through his suit, defined chest, and muscular legs that made his pants tighter than he cared for. His hair was curly, it was shaped like a mullet which usually wouldn’t have worked for anyone else but he had the face for it.

“That my boy Jack” James leaned over Sandra, snapping you out of your very obvious daydream.

“Hmm?” You giggled, knowing you were caught.

“Do you want me to introduce you?” James smirked, earning an excited nod from your best friend.

“What does he do?”

“He’s a rapper, I’m sure you’ve-“ James stopped realizing your taste in music was far more underground than most.

Before you knew it Jack was headed your way, you felt the acid in your stomach bubbling to the top. You weren’t sure why but his presence made you nervous, which was out of character for you.

The closer he got, you realized just how tall he was.

“Holy shit,” you thought to yourself before you were met face to face.

“James!” They embraced with a handshake before he shook Sandra’s hand, congratulated them both, and then moved on to you.

“You must be…?” He held his hand out, but you barely noticed, your eyes were scanning his face. His cheekbones were defined, covered in freckles, his beard freshly lined up.

“That's Y/N” Sandra stifled a laugh, as she rested her hand on your shoulder to bring you back to life.

You shook Jack's hand, feeling your body grow warm with embarrassment. His hands were frozen, you weren’t entirely sure why Sandra wanted to get married in December but there weren’t enough propane patio heaters in the world to fight this winter weather.

The tip of his nose was red, and his cheeks too. You took this opportunity as it came.

“Do you want to go somewhere warmer?” You swallowed, worried you were being too forward with a stranger you had just met moments ago.

Jack smiled so hard his cheekbones physically hurt, “I’d love that.”

Jack followed closely behind you as you led him to a single empty table, a propane heater beside it.

“How’d you know about this private spot?” He smirked, sitting down beside you.

“I actually made sure we had this, in case the bride and groom wanted to be alone for a moment” you shyly replied, as your knees began to touch.

“I like that, a woman who thinks of it all” Jack cheekily replied making you giggle with how forward he was being.

“So how do you know James?”

“He worked on my last album with me. I make music” he knew you weren’t aware of who he was, he always had a hunch.

“Do you think I’d know any of your songs?” You scooted closer to him, now able to smell the cologne he practically bathed in.

It was almost comedic timing, when one of Jack's songs began to play in the background, and all of the wedding guests stood to their feet in the distance.

“This one, this one’s mine” he pointed with his index finger to the sky. He blushed as the two of you took in the moment together.

“I like it” you hummed, knowing his ego would love the sound of that.

“I like you” Jack rebutted, his boyish charm strong with that comeback.

“Oh yeah?” A soft giggle escaped you as he smoothly took hold of your hands, much warmer now than before.

“I’d like to think so” he smiled.

The two of you talked for what felt like hours, about music, family, and everything else under the sun.

It was nice for Jack to feel “normal.”

It was nice for you to feel seen.

“When this night is over, will I see you again?” Jack was worried as the two of you made your way back to the party, bumping shoulders as neither could walk in a straight line, nerves overtaking you still.

“Who said the night had to end?” You grabbed his hand, taking him to the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

Normally Jack would have worried, worried who saw, who would take pictures, things of that nature but this wedding was phone-less and he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

The two of you swayed back and forth as neither one of you could really dance.

“You blew me away with your dancing” you teased as the two of you giggled off the dance floor, him taking your hand as you went to get a drink together.

Sandra and James watched from their seats, smiling as they couldn’t stop watching the two of you interact.

“Did you see it?” Sandra nudged her husband of just a few hours.

“See it?” He hummed, confused.

“The twinkle in her eyes” she whispered, grabbing his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines

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reminiscingtonight · 11 months

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Dreams

Ona Batlle x Reader

Word Count: 942

A/N: Had to get this out of my head.

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s cliché, saying you fell in love with your best friend.

But you did. And it honestly wasn’t as horrible as some people like to make it out to be.

Actually, maybe it was more so that the person you fell in love with somehow became your best friend in the time you’ve been intimate.

Neither of you really remember what came first, the friendship or relationship, but neither you nor Ona really cared about the nitty gritty details. All that mattered was you, her, and the love you had for each other.

In the two years you’ve been together, Ona’s managed to infiltrate every part of your life. For two years the two of you shared everything. The same friends, the same home, the same love. The same hopes, the same dream.

It all started and ended the same. You and Ona, taking on the world together, facing every challenge in your way. It didn’t matter how big the hill you had to climb, as long as you had each other, it would be worth it.

You and Ona. Ona and you. No matter which way it was spun, it always turned out the same.

That’s why you’re not expecting it when she utters the words.

“I’m going back to Barcelona.”

All it takes is five words for your whole word to come crashing down.

Obviously you knew Manchester wasn’t forever. Not for Ona. Late nights spent talking about your future, about your hopes and dreams always led to the same place for the Spaniard. Barcelona was where everything started for her. It was where her heart laid, no matter the time spent away or distance apart she was from the club.

It’s quiet in your shared apartment, the only sound being the breaking of voices as you try your best to remain optimistic.

“I guess I could try to find a club in Spain. Nowhere’s too far for a Lioness.”

You can tell your joke falls flat by the way Ona’s eyes drop to the floor.

The longer the silence drags on, the more the truth sets in. Ona doesn’t have to say it, but you know exactly what she’s thinking.

“You don’t want me to move to Spain.”

Somehow your own words hurt more than what Ona had started with. You feel numb. Sick to your stomach.

You shut your eyes, ignoring the painful stab in your heart. “Just say it, Ona.”

The masochist in yourself needed Ona to say it, otherwise it wouldn’t count. If she didn’t say it, maybe she wasn’t going to do what you know she’s going to do.

“(Y/N).” Ona’s gritting her teeth, hands balled up in fists. It’s easy to see your pain reflecting in her eyes. It’s cruel, you know, but you needed Ona to say exactly what she wanted.

“Say it, Ona.” It’s the way your voice cracks that causes the first tear to fall down Ona’s cheek.

She angrily wipes at her eyes. “(Y/N)--”

“Say it!”

Your voice echoes in the hallway.

If you tried hard enough, you could see the ghosts of Ona chasing you around the house. You could hear the way she would laugh as she caught you trying to sneak a midnight snack.

You could feel the way her heart once beat for yours.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

---

“Why Manchester?”

Ona’s sprawled out on her back, head tipped towards the sky as you study her side profile. It’s the night after your first game as a Red Devil. You’re still wide eyed and star struck by the talent before you, but the shy grin she gave you before she agreed to a night of stargazing still made your heart beat out of your chest.

She turns her head, catching the lovestruck look in your eyes. Ona chooses not to say anything as you instantly flush pink, embarrassed at being caught. She shrugs, a lighthearted smile on her face. “Why not Manchester?”

“I just… I’ve heard the way you spoke of Barcelona as the place to be. As the dream.”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting you to have watched her past interviews. “Barca is the dream,” she nods. “But dreams don’t always work out the way you want to. What’s passed is past, and Barcelona, it was great while it lasted, but it is the past.”

Humming, you settle back down onto your back, more than content with Ona’s answer. From the corner of your eye you can see Ona still staring at you, a soft smile on her face.

“You didn’t ask me what Manchester is.”

You tilt your head in question at the brunette, not saying anything but waiting for her to continue.

She doesn’t.

Ona stares at you for a while until she realizes you’re not going to say anything. She nudges you. “Well, go on.”

You roll your eyes as she gestures for you to do as she says. But even you couldn’t stop the automatic smile from forming on your face. “Fine. What’s Manchester if Barcelona’s the dream?”

“Well that’s easy.”

You raise an eyebrow at her teasing grin.

“Well Manchester’s the present.”

---

You should have listened to Ona all those years ago.

Manchester was only one place in time, neither the dream nor the future.

Barcelona was both.

You shouldn’t have expected her to give it up just for you. (You never asked her to)

Sometimes the past is worth letting go to get to the future. (When did Manchester become the past?)

Barcelona was the dream.

Ona was your dream.

Barcelona was the future.

Ona was your future.

You just weren’t hers.

#ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #Ace writes

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hazelsmirrorball · 8 months

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Vampire

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Villain!Fem Reader

Summary: Dick Grayson manipulated the upcoming strongest villain in gotham to fall for his plans.

warnings: angst. English is not my main language

a/n: inspired by Olivia Rodrigos's Vampire. Hope you enjoy!

[MASTERLIST]

Six months.

In and out.

It was supposed to be that simple or at least that’s what Dick Grayson thought. All he had to do was create a fake persona and gain one of the most powerful villains in Gotham trust. He didn’t doubt his capability of pulling her in with his charm. They didn’t call him a womanizer for nothing. He was confident that the six months with (V/N) was going to be a piece of cake. But as the months passed by he didn’t know when the fake feelings towards her started to become real. It hurt him, it hurt him badly. He knew how things were going to end, yet when the sixth month came around he took her in. Now there she was, behind the cells of Arkham Asylum wishing Nightwing was dead.

Y/n L/n was a smart and hardworking girl. She thought of every possibility that could happen before she made a plan. That’s what got her on top of Gothams City Crime list. Every vigilante had their eyes on her and she lived for attention. But when Dick Grayson came around looking for a henchman position she agreed. Too quickly for her liking. Dealing with destroying Gotham all by herself was hard. Maybe having Dick on her side would make things easier.

So she began giving him stupid tasks like making him clean her room or taking out the trash. But as the first months started to pass by, Dick had more responsibility in her life. He started giving his opinion on little plans or even going on the field to beat batman with her. Dick was quick and Y/n liked that. When she noticed how Dick had taken Batman down, she knew he was someone she could trust.

But now being locked up for seven months made her think about what happened. How she let her guard down and how Dick took advantage of her trust. Y/n used to think she was smart but Dick made her look so naive. She was looking at everything through rose colored glasses. Sadly if you see everything through rose colored glasses you can't see the red flags.

She let her guard down, she had to admit that at the end of the six months she was head over heels over the man. But she knew everything was an act. Her feelings towards Dick started when he defended her against the “mighty” batman. But what made her stomach turn was when she found out he was actually Nightwing, Batman's ex prodigy. The guy she had fallen for was a traitor. Six months. The way Dick had sold her for parts. Six months of torture where Dick sold her for a forbidden paradise.

Everyone knew.

Every Vigilante

Every Superhero

Every Psychopathic villain

As Dick Grayson's reputation ascended to the world, Y/n reputation was already in a grave. Everyone had warned her. All her friends had told her if she always worked alone without a problem why adding someone now to the mix? When you are successful. Y/n brushed it off but deep down she knew It was weird that Dick didn’t have a criminal record on him. Out of nowhere he wanted to be a criminal? A villain? That wasn’t something that would come out of nowhere. She should’ve known he was too perfect to be true. But when she tried calling Dick out he just shrugged it out.

“Come on, V/n! We’ve been partners for a while now. I haven’t done anything to rat you out. I just want to help. Not every villain has to have an insane origin story. Your so-called friends are just waiting for your downfall. They are just crazy.” Dick replied as he cleaned a brush from Y/n’s arm. She nodded as She looked at his eyes, smiling softly.

“Yeah, they are just crazy”

Dick wasn’t wrong. They were praying for her downfall. But what she didn’t know was that her downfall was caused by the one that was telling her not to worry.

Everyone laughed at her. The supposed strongest uprising villain fell for the basics. The respect she had fought so hard to get was slipping through her hands. She was about to enter The legion of doom status but now she wasn’t even in rookie status. She wouldn’t be taken seriously anymore. V/n became a joke and all thanks to Dick Grayson. Because she knew she made some really big mistakes. But Dick made the worst one look fine.

Y/n should've known it was strange, he would only come out at night and when Y/n searched for him to do normal things he was nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t fathom how he was so convincing. How could he lie without flinching? It was like deep down he did have it in him. A mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. A true heart of a villain.

She didn’t have any hope. In Arkham, all she did was exist doing her normal routine. Getting deeply insulted by everyone that came her way. So when her usual routine was broken by someone escorting her to a private room to talk. She had hoped that someone decided to break her out. But as she entered the small smirk on her lips fell as she glared at the boy in front of her.

Disdain.

“It’s nice seeing you again” Nightwing said as he sent a small smile her way as he tapped his hands against the metal table.

Y/n sat on the chair as she felt Dick’s gaze on her. She looked up at him and leaned in, stopping when her face was a few inches away.

“You are pretty brave of showing up here after locking me up, asshole” Y/n replied through gritted teeth as Dick sent her a cocky little grin.

“Well, I missed you too. It's really nice to see you're okay” He replied as he got a little closer towards her.

“Okay? You’ve made my life a living hell these past months and then you have the decency to show up and laugh in my face.” Y/n replied as she slammed her cuffed hands against the table making an echo throughout the empty room.

“It’s not my fault you decided to take this route. This is what happens when you break the law. You get your liberty taken away from you” Dick replied nonchalantly as he moved away resting back on the chair and resting his hands behind his head.

“You know, if your plan was to make a mockery of me. I already have to deal with that on a daily basis so please do me a favor and fuck off”

“Come on! I came all the way here to see how my favorite girl is doing. I had an offer for you” Dick replied as she raised an eyebrow off.

‘What are you even talking about?” She replied, clearly annoyed, waiting for this visit to be over. She was preferring a million times to see the Riddler making a stupid joke about her.

“I need your help. You clearly miss your freedom. So in exchange for that I’ll give you a chance. You help me out on a mission and you’ll be free” He replied like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Since when do those a stupid little birds have so much power?” She replied, laughing sarcastically at him. Dick rolled his eyes as he placed papers in front of her.

“I don’t. But Batman does and we need your intel on everything. So if you help out you’ll get your cut. I would take it if I were you. He doesn’t usually work with criminals, "he replied, tapping the paper in front of her.

“Well he works with you on a daily basis so I can’t tell the difference.” Y/n replied dryly as she pushed the paper away.

“Is this or rooting away in Gotham” Dick replied, taking the papers slowly.

“I prefer rooting in hell than working for the devil himself”

“Y/n. Hear me out, I care for you and I don’t want someone I love to root in this place. So please take it. I’m not going to ask again”

Love? Dick said love, but wouldn't that be hard? He can't love anyone, Because that would mean he had a heart. As much as Y/n wanted to say no deep down she knew she couldn’t get revenge on Nightwing if she was locked in Gotham so this was her only chance at the moment. The perfect way to get Dick back. Playing his own little game, getting his trust and then stabbing him on the back.

“Fine. But it’s because I can’t deal with the Joker anymore”

“Well, it’s nice that you finally picked the right side. This time we will be good partners.”

Oh Nightwing, you’re fucked.

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ renjun as your boyfriend

pairing: renjun x reader genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our fav lil angry bean jun <33 (also um?!?! he literally has THE BEST bf material photos istg)

your relationship would’ve probably started off as not friends but not dating in a way, whether you met thru mutuals or just naturally, the two of you would’ve felt a spark but wanted to get to know each other before actually pursuing something

renjun would’ve made it obvious but not too obvious about his feelings, enough for you to question it but not enough for you to be completely confident with your evidences

the dreamies would be ROLLING AROUND the floor in frustration, telling him to confess his feelings already and giving you the biggest hints ever with the two of you shrugging them off saying it’s too early

despite the slow burn lead up to your relationship, i feel like renjun’s confession would be rlly casual like you two would be over at one of your guys’ place watching tv on the couch cuddling and renjun would just drop it like- HUH?!

it could literally be a disney movie in the background and renjun would say “you know, that character is my favourite from that movie” and you would laugh and ask him why

“idk it’s just really cute and it reminds me of you in a way, maybe that’s why i’ve always liked you.”

once you started dating, not much would’ve changed in your relationship ok besides from the occasional kissing and hand holding etc

i feel like he would send you little doodles throughout the week that reminded him of you

oh the way he would have the softest smile on his lips whenever he talked to you or if he received any messages from you during his schedules

renjun would have so much care for you whether he would express it thru just random sweet sayings throughout the day like “you look pretty today” or just giving you that honey soaked smile that he has (you know the one)

he would call you love or some sort of cute nickname and would get super happy if you gave him one too (tho wouldn’t admit it to the dreamies LMAO)

the dreamies would so tease him everytime you came over ESP HAECHAN OML which would probably end up in a bickering match between the two so nomin and mark would take you away from the scenario and have a nice civil chat

he doesn’t seem like the type to overdo on PDA but wouldn’t mind small gestures like holding hands or leaning on each other’s shoulders/lap/stomach

tho i feel like he would purposely kiss you in front of haechan just to be petty and see his reaction LMAOO

tho he doesn’t seem like the possessive type, he would get clingy towards you when schedules abroad comes up

“imagine you came with me to Thailand that would be so cool, haha im kidding! i mean… unless??” “ok fine!! i’ll stop guilt tripping you but like just so you know i’m gonna be crying on the plane tomorrow.”

ok. renjun may be a relatively small man but do not underestimate his power/anger like if he found out you were ever mistreated in any way he will fight. like rip to whoever hurts you because jun would roast the heck out of that person (touch them and i’ll destroy you vibe)

your dates will either be aimlessly exploring the city and trying to find the best hotpot spots or food spots in general to just chill nights at your houses just enveloped in peace

you would feel so comfortable around each other, and could feel that the relationship was stable from the start

he seems like the type to communicate problems well and stress the importance of it. even tho it can be hard to communicate sometimes just in case it may hurt the other’s feelings, he makes sure to address the problem on the early stages because he cares and wants to be with you in the long run

he doesn’t seem like he would throw in this much effort for people he thinks isn’t worth his time and energy

the best thing about dating renjun would be that you would feel at home with each other, you guys realise early on that you are each other’s rock, that you can trust each other with your lives and be each other’s driving force to become your best selves

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mintheleaf · 2 months

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Second Lead Syndrome, Patient Name: Gojo Satoru. (cw: Mentions of character's death, canon compliant, there might be some slight ooc on Gojo's characteristic, fem!reader due to mention of pregnancy, brief Nanami x reader, only up to the Shibuya arc as I don't want to possibly spoil those who haven't read the manga or seen the spoilers, apologies if I do miss any warnings.)

Word count: 1193 (my hands-)

Gojo Satoru, a man who shifted the balance of the world when he was born onto this earth. A man who had people cowered in fear when he graced them with his presence, a man who had admirers falling to their knees for a chance with him, a man who had everything in the palm of his hands. Almost everything.

Year 2006,

Warm and sunny, the air was ringing with the sounds of laughter. Satoru, Suguru, Shoko and yours. The laughter lingered in the air like the lingered gazes Satoru had sneakily made to you. Your eyes welled with tears as you clutched your stomach from laughing too hard at Suguru's awful attempt at a joke. Satoru's heart skipped a beat, maybe two. Cheeks rosy as he lets you lean onto him for support. This is nice, the close proximity was nice, everything was just perfect. Until... it wasn't.

"Since you all promised me you won't laugh, I'll tell you... I really, really like Nanami," you bashfully admitted under a starry night to the other three. Suguru and Shoko were egging you on regards to your feelings for the sombre junior, but Satoru was on edge. How? How can a monotonous boy who rarely smiles swoop your heart first? How can he, the Gojo Satoru, the strongest of all, lose to a mere man like him? Ugly thoughts reared in his mind, gnashing it's teeth, demanding for answers. Satoru quickly tucked it away as you brought his attention back to reality. "You guys would make a great couple." "Why do you sound so paasive aggresive Satoru?" you feign hurt as you playfully pout at him. Satoru could only fake a chuckle as Suguru and Shoko looked at each other with a knowing worry. Blue eyes turned green, and things went for the worst for Gojo Satoru.

Year 2007

The news of Suguru's betrayal shook both you and Satoru's hearts, your best friend betraying you, Satoru and Shoko was the last thing you would imagine. After the failure of protecting Riko Amanai last year, Suguru and Satoru drifted apart as Satoru began working on mastering his techniques and standing alone as the strongest sorcerer. Although you did tried your best to be the thread that kept the friendship together, it was broken apart albeit your attempt. Guilt stricken and in mourning of the loss of your friendship with Satoru and Suguru, you had found solace in Kento as he too mourned over Haibara's death. With Kento unable to blame Suguru as he understands his feelings, your attraction to Kento deepened. Satoru saw this, and despite his emotions telling him to reconnect with you, his ego and his need to stand alone as the strongest won over. Occasionally talking to you became into awkward greetings as you and Kento stuck to each other by the hip.

With Kento's departure from the world of Jujutsu right after he gratuated, you followed along while maintaining contact with the others. Years went by when Satoru finally had the right mind to contact you, he was instead greeted with a call coming from you. "I didn't expect you would pick up actually, but since you did I'm glad. I actually want to invite you to my wedding, me and Kento initially planned to send you a card but-..." Satoru mind went blank as you continued on your talk, unknowingly that your conversation with him was one-sided. The only thing repeated in his mind was "you're... getting... married..." When the day of the wedding came, he knew he wasn't ready to face you. The people around him was buzzing with happiness for the new couple, unable to see or feel how he felt. When he saw you in your dress, he knew that his time was up. But oh how beautiful you looked in that dress and how he wished it was him waiting for you by the altar instead of Nanami. When you caught his gaze in the crowd, you smiled. It felt like the world had slowed down as his heartbeat picked up. The only thing he could do was smile back as he watch your make your way to your future husband.

Year 2018

Things weren't exactly going as smooth as Satoru had hope. Not only had he lost the chance to win your heart, he lost his best friend, his moral compass, his emotional support. As an added insult to the injuries, you've announced your departure from being the school's teacher due to your pregnancy. How can he forget, you were a married woman for a few years now. A married woman that is not his to love and care, a woman that is not carrying his legacy with him, a woman that he is still oh-so-hopelessly in love with.

You looked so radiant, so beautiful with the glow of motherhood despite just starting it. Satoru wished it was him, he wished it was him who had Nanami's life. But he can't blame him, to be with a woman like you is something that Satoru would kill a thousand men for. He would carry the weight of the world if it meant he gets to stand by your side till death parts him and you away. The ugly thoughts never left, it had been the one to kept him accompanied in his darkest days. Feeding off from his jealousy as he scrolled through your socials, admiring your domestic life with Nanami. With a heavy sigh, he walked away from the students that had surrounded you, wishing farewell. Blue eyes that turned green had deepened its shade.

October 31st, 2018

Chaos, chaos was around and thriving in Shibuya station. Mangled humans, humans that turned into cursed entities, blood and death was eminent in the air of the subway station. Yet your radiant gaze was the only thing in Satoru's mind. It mingled with the disgusting feral thoughts of killing intent as Satoru demolish curses after curses. Hanami's death brought nothing but joy to him. Yet the poor man was rendered into a speechless boy as the voice of his old, and deceased friend rang into his ears. Memories came back, ignited by the spark of "Suguru's" voice. The memories of you, Suguru and Shoko, the time spent between all four of you came crashing into his mind. Before Satoru could do anything, he was trapped. Trapped by the binds of the prison realm. Everything happened too suddenly, he didn't even had the time to tell you how he felt, how he was a fool without you, how he cannot live without you.

Not even his Six-eyes could predict this, he knew that this was not Suguru, his Six-eyes tells him. And yet, there's nothing he could do for now. As the gates of the prison realm slowly dawned upon him, enclosing him in darkness, the only thing he could do is stare into the eyes of his old friend as his mind raced to tell you things that could not be reached to your ears. How ironic for the one with everything was trapped in a cage where the things he wanted are out of his reach.

A/n: Ngl, I kind of hate how I ended it and I'm not sure if it can be classified as Second Lead Syndrome. But, ehh mistakes are meant to be made as a way to improve in the future. Hope you enjoyed and look forward for the other stories of this series :)

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satorugojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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closer | part nine

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: your friend sofia is visiting austin, and she drags you out for drinks and dancing, where you have some unexpected surprises in the form of joel. 12.8k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, reader being cute and teasing joel a bunch, joel is so insanely boyfriend this chapter it actually fucking hurts

a/n: this is probably one of my favorite chapters i wrote! it’s a lengthy one too so hope you all enjoy the sofia and joel shenanigans ♡

You’re very deliberately letting Joel come to you tonight. After his promise earlier today, you want to see what he’ll do, how far he’ll go. The thought of all the possibilities alone has your head spinning and heart pounding.

Now all that’s left to do is wait, to anticipate, unsure of when he’ll make good on his word and come take what he wants from you. You put on a gorgeous, silky lace trimmed powder blue slip that barely covers your ass and tits, leaving practically nothing to the imagination.

You get in bed, thinking if you just pretend to sleep, it’ll come to you more quickly. You want Joel to come in and see you sleeping innocently, maybe seemingly forgetting about what he promised you today. You bet it would rile him up even more, and the thought makes you laugh and then shiver slightly. But he should know better that you wouldn’t forget that when the promise of his cock being inside you is involved.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but the next thing you know, your eyes flutter open gently and you know it’s been hours. All night, actually. The pale dawn light is streaming in through your shades, signaling the start of a new day. You stretch a little, rolling over before everything from last night comes back to you, hitting you hard right in the gut.

Joel never came.

The disappointment sinks deep into your stomach, leaving a swirling, nauseous sensation. You try not to get too caught up in it, but your mind is immediately latching onto all the possibilities, most of them making your heart sink further. It’s entirely possible you had read him wrong, that what he said wasn’t a promise to come over at all. You cling onto the hope that it’s something easily explainable that you can hear about the next time you see him. You reach for your phone, seeing he hadn’t messaged you at all last night. Your fingers twitch over your phone screen, feeling desperate to reach out and make sure everything is alright.

A frantic, solid knock on your door gets your attention, and you slide out of bed, rolling your eyes as you catch a glimpse of your slip out in your periphery. You’d even gone so far as to dress up for him, and you feel completely foolish for it.

You whip open your door, and Joel is standing there, looking haggard. He seems out of breath, like he rushed over here. His mouth is open to speak, but his eyes move back and forth from your face to your slip several times before he shuts it, sighing.

“Oh, sweet girl, I’m so sorry,” he spills out, reaching forward and grabbing your face. You immediately usher him inside, not wanting to accidentally be seen by your parents. You try to fight the urge to completely give in to him the second he touches you, wanting to understand his absence from last night first. His warm, strong hands holding you so desperately is making it so fucking difficult, though. You don’t respond, don’t touch him back, as he pulls you into him.

“It was Tommy, I’m so sorry,” he says.

“Is Tommy okay?” you ask, concerned. The tension in his voice and mention of his brother immediately snaps you out of your frustration at him.

“Yeah, it’s nothin’ like that. He needed to get bailed out… again,” Joel says, sounding exasperated. “That’s why I didn’t come last night, all of it took longer than normal. Fightin’ with the fuckin’ officers since he’s been in more than a few times the last few years. All of it got so… out of hand.” He sighs, melting into you as you finally reach up around him and hug him back.

“I’m sorry, Joel. That sounds like an awful night,” you reply, feeling a wave of relief for yourself rush through you, and one of worry for Tommy. “Everything’s alright now, though?”

“Yeah, bastard’s back home, no thanks to himself,” Joel says, lingering frustration lacing his tone. “Swear, one of these days, he’s gonna have to deal with it on his own. That’s enough about that though,” he says, leaning back to grab the sides of your cheeks and look down at you. His eyes look tired, almost hurt as they search yours for any clue as to how you’re feeling. “I should’ve texted to let you know, too. I was so damn mad I just couldn’t even think straight, if I’m bein’ honest. I’m sorry, darlin’,” Joel adds, as if reading your mind. That question had been on the tip of your tongue, wondering why he hadn’t just messaged you to fill you in.

“That’s okay, Joel, it’s really alright,” you assure him, touching your hand to his. “That’s the only reason you didn’t come, though? All that stuff with Tommy?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip nervously after you ask.

“Of course, baby. Why else wouldn’t I come?” Joel tilts his head in concern, eyes still glued onto yours.

“I just… wasn’t sure. I was worried I’d read too much into it.”

“If you don’t think I'd rather have been here all night doin’ everything I planned to do to you, you’re out of your damn mind,” Joel says, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

“Planned to do to me?” you echo, furrowing your brow with curiosity.

“You have no idea…” he sighs, stroking your cheek. “I have a lot to make up to you.” He leans down and brushes his lips onto yours, kissing you lightly for a few moments.

The confirmation from Joel that he had wanted to be here last night lifts the weight off your chest that had been there since you woke up and realized he wasn’t there with you. You finally crack a little smile, and it looks like his own expression lightens.

“I don’t think making it up to me will be a problem,” you tease, running a hand lightly down his chest, and Joel chuckles.

“Tonight?” he asks eagerly.

You wince a little, then press your lips together and sigh. “My friend from Chicago is coming today, I have to pick her up in a few hours, and she’ll be here all weekend,” you tell him.

Joel considers this new information for a few moments, his hands tracing along your hips and back. “You excited to see her?”

You nod, unable to help the smile spreading across your face. “I am, yeah. This is my closest friend for the entire time I lived there. We even lived together for a bit.”

He now seems to be smiling for your sake. “That’s great,” he says, looking excited for you. “I bet you’ll have a good time together, then.”

“She’s practically the opposite of me, totally outgoing and crazy, so we always end up finding something fun to do when she’s in charge,” you say, laughing a little.

“You sayin’ you aint fun?” Joel chides, pulling his brows together. “I think you’re plenty fun,” he says, pulling you close to him again so that your bodies are flush with each other.

“Oh, you think so, huh?” you tease, feeling a flirtatious smile tug at your lips.

Joel nods, bringing his lips close to you, brushing against your cheek, then making his way down to your neck. He places a few light kisses downwards towards your collarbone.

“Can’t make it up to you tonight, but I can certainly give you a little taste right now,” he murmurs close to your ear. You feel your body immediately melt into his, pressing into his solid body, feeling the warmth radiating off of him.

“I was just about to take a shower…” you say as an invitation, your voice going low with the desire suddenly flowing through you. Joel answers by picking you up from underneath, carrying you into your bathroom before setting you on the counter, letting your legs straddle his body as he pushes in between them.

“You even wore all your pretty stuff for me, huh?” he says, looking down at your slip and examining it more closely, running a finger along the lace trim at the top, dangerously close to your nipples. You inhale sharply as he brushes over them in the process, and he catches his eyes on yours. “Such a shame I didn’t get to play with you all night wearin’ this…” he breathes out with a shake of his head. He pushes the slip all the way up your legs and marvels at the matching thong you’re wearing.

“I’m gonna kill my brother,” he says sternly before hooking his fingers into the straps of your underwear and tugging down - you lift your hips to help him and he promptly tosses your panties on the floor. He tugs your hips to the edge of the counter and kneels before you, sinking his mouth between your legs and tasting you. His tongue licks a stripe up your slit and you push your hips into it, the first few touches of his mouth feeling like absolute heaven. You breathe out a moan and Joel makes an appreciative noise in response to you.

“Fuckin’ wet already, sweet girl,” he says quietly, pulling his mouth off of you for a moment.

“I was waiting for you all night, of course I’m wet,” you say plainly, and Joel smirks up at you, a fire igniting behind his eyes.

“Never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” he asks before leaning down to flick your clit with his tongue in a few, quick strokes. Your hips tense and move into it, but you try to keep your composure to mess with him.

You laugh a little and then shake your head. “We’ll see,” you tease him, “Depends on how well you make it up to me.”

Much to your dismay, Joel stops moving his tongue immediately, then brings his gaze back up to your face, the look in his eyes completely devilish now. “Oh, really? You gonna be a little brat again when I’ve got my mouth between your legs, about to make you come? I could stop at any time, y’know.” He swipes a finger through your slit to tease you, adding to the effect of his words.

You lick your lips and inhale slowly, considering your options. The ache between your legs from his few touches is already almost unbearable, pulsing with need for him to continue.

“N-no, don’t stop,” you say, whisper-quiet, and Joel’s brow arches.

“What was that?” he asks, fingers now teasingly tracing around the outside of your pussy.

“I said don’t stop.” You force your voice a bit louder, closing your eyes as he glides one of his fingers over your clit.

“Good girls say ‘please’, don’t they?” he says, every word laced with the gorgeous, commanding bite that you’ve grown to adore and crave from him.

“P-please,” you say, swallowing hard. “Please don’t stop, Joel.”

“That’s what I thought,” he drawls, teasing your clit once more. “Really needed to teach you that lesson last night, didn’t I?”

His mouth is back on you, and you can only nod in response as he licks in strokes along your cunt, long and drawn out. You whimper, wanting to feel more, and he continues to draw this painful pleasure out of you, dipping his tongue in and out of your entrance and tasting you deeply. His tongue flicks along your slit, landing on your clit before his entire mouth sucks on the bundle of nerves there. You cry out, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he sucks even harder. You almost can’t breathe, the sensation is so strong and he’s not letting up. You grip the back of his head, fingers sinking into his hair, when he releases you and your breath catches in your throat, hips rocking forward with the sudden absence of his mouth. He slides his tongue in tight circles around your clit, bringing out the warm, spreading feeling of a building climax inside your core. Your body is tensing into it already, on the cusp of something so fucking incredible that only Joel can bring out of you, when his lips close again and suck mercilessly.

You cry out loudly, moaning as your grip on his hair tightens, making sure his head doesn’t move an inch from where he’s currently uprooting your entire world. Everything tenses and explodes at once, your hips pushing into his mouth as you tremble, the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over before you can finally relax back slightly, steading your breathing.

Joel stands, placing his hands on your thighs and leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. “”Off to the shower with you,” he says.

“You’re not joining me?” you ask, blinking in your post-orgasm stupor, confusion written on your face now.

“I’m already pushin’ it with time, I gotta get to work, baby,” he says apologetically, and you frown, disappointed that this short time was all you got to spend with him after the let down of last night.

“Oh, alright,” you mumble, biting the inside of your lip again.

“I know you’re upset, I’m sorry, darlin’. I promised I’d make it all up to you, though. You trust me?”

You nod, a small smile cracking through the frustration you’re feeling. “Yeah, I trust you.”

“Good,” he says, kissing your lips quickly. “Give it a few days, and when you’re free again you’ll forget this even happened.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, despite the little flutter it gives you.

When he leaves, you sit on the counter for a few more minutes, silently processing the entirety of this morning and last night. You’re unable to feel anything but warmth for the man who’d rushed over here to apologize to you as soon as he could, and then shown that apology by pulling yet another earth shattering orgasm out of you and promising to do better, to make things up to you. You almost wish you could just be angry at him for anything at all, it would certainly be easier than whatever the hell these emotions you’re having right now are.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you sigh, hugging Sofia again as you enter your apartment.

She arrived a few hours after Joel left this morning, and you picked her up from the airport, eagerly waiting for her outside her terminal before she ran into your arms like you were two lovers that had been separated for years. She’s always had a flair for the dramatic, but it’s part of what you love about her. Sofia knows how to see the good in most situations, and she’s one of the most loyal people you know. You couldn’t be seeing her at a better time, as you’re starting to get completely consumed by everything going on with Joel. You just really need a friend like her here to help you process the complex feelings that have been swirling through your mind recently.

She returns the hug and chuckles a bit into your ear. “Struggling that bad, huh?” she asks, pulling away from your embrace. You both sit down on your bed, pulling your legs underneath you and getting comfortable.

“It’s not even that, I’m just like this crazy, obsessed girl, and you know I’m not like that ever,” you tell her. Sofia ponders it with a thoughtful look and then nods her head.

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen you obsessing over any guy, until now,” she smirks. Sofia loves this kind of thing - she’s absolutely enjoying your escapades with Joel a little too much, you think. She’s usually the one filling you in on her sexual adventures with people, not the other way around.

“I know, and I hate it. I feel pathetic,” you groan, falling back into the bed dramatically.

“Okay, pathetic or not, you know I’m here for it. I haven’t heard any updates for a little bit, so…” she trails off, looking over at you expectantly. You haven’t said anything, pressing your lips together tightly, giving her an innocent look. “Come on, you know I’m asking if you guys fucked yet.”

You sit back up and nod slightly, biting your lip, and she goes crazy. “Oh my god! Okay and? Tell me everything.”

“Okay, I’m not giving you every single detail, Jesus. But yeah, it was pretty much the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Sofia groans. “Ughhh, why aren’t I having the best sex ever with my sexy, forbidden, older neighbor? Count your blessings,” she shakes her head, eyes wide. You both start laughing, clutching your bellies.

“Your time will come, Soph. And I’ll be there to guide you.”

“Okay, so you two have done the deed. And it was amazing? Tell me just a little more. C’mon, I haven’t hardly gotten a peep out of you about this yet.” She crosses her arms, waiting for you to answer. Her light brown eyes bore into yours and you can’t resist the desperate plea for information that’s behind them.

“Fine,” you sigh, and she squeals, clasping her hands together. “We’ve… done it a couple of times. Lots of other hand and mouth stuff before that. He eats me out like it’s his last fucking meal, is known to give a good spanking, uh, what else…” you trail off, trying to overload her with information, and her jaw hangs open, rarely hearing this much brazen information from you about any of your sexual encounters. ”He just makes me do and feel crazy stuff,” you conclude, trying to shrug casually despite knowing the wild knowledge you’re dropping on her.

Sofia simply shakes her head, mouth hanging open as she processes the information. “You two are little fucking freaks, you know that? God, I envy you right now.”

“Sofia, you honestly fuck more than anyone I know, how are you jealous?”

“I’m in a little dry spell, okay? I haven’t had any… relations for over a month.”

“A whole month, heaven forbid,” you tease her, putting the back of your hand to your forehead, acting dramatically faint.

She laughs loudly and pushes you hard. “Shut up, I’m desperate,” she replies. “It’s your turn to be the crazy sexual one now, so wear the crown with honor.”

You roll your eyes but placate her with a regal bow of your head. “Come on, let’s go shopping,” you say, and she perks up immediately, jumping off the bed and completely forgetting about her so-called ‘dry spell’.

Sofia catches up with your parents for a few minutes, having met them when they came to visit you in Chicago, before you let them know where you’re going and head out. Sofia is eyeing Joel’s house curiously as you pull out of the driveway.

“Yes, that’s his house, the one with the big porch,” you grumble, and she can’t stop smirking at you.

“Hot,” she says.

“What does that even mean! His house is hot? You don’t even know what he looks like.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. Ridiculous you still haven’t shown me a photo. Everything you say about him sounds hot, though.” Sofia rolls her eyes. She’s so ridiculous, and you missed her energy since you relocated here. You can’t believe she came all the way here so soon after you moved, and in the middle of a Texas summer, no less. You’re hoping she can keep you anchored a bit while she’s here, but you know for a fact she’s very likely to do the opposite with her blasée personality and encouragement of you being the one to go a little crazy.

You two shop for a few hours, and of course Sofia ends up with several new outfits, claiming that it’s too hot here for all her clothes she brought. She makes you try on dresses because she’s desperate to have a night out with you while she’s here, and you cringe at first, but find a rather tight black dress with a low cut back and little cutouts on the sides that makes you actually feel like going out. She squeals when she sees it, and you can’t help but immediately wonder what Joel would think of it, but you think you already know the answer.

“Mr. Hot Neighbor is going to lose his fucking mind if he sees you in that dress you got,” Sofia says on the way home, as if she could read your thoughts.

“I do… think he’d like it, based on the other clothes he’s liked on me,” you admit a little shyly.

Sofia sighs. “Ugh, that’s so hot.”

“Stop saying everything about us is hot,” you laugh.

“But it is! You two are so hot it’s killing me. When am I going to meet him?” She’s bouncing a bit eagerly in her seat now.

You pause, feeling your eyes widen. You honestly hadn’t really thought about it, assuming you wouldn’t see Joel much for a few days while Sofia was visiting. The thought of introducing them makes you feel a little nauseous, just because it’s like two worlds colliding, and you know Sofia will have something completely insane to say to him.

“I actually don’t know…” you confess. “Maybe we’ll run into him since he lives right there.”

Sofia eyes you, knowing you are starting to overthink things, so she stays quiet on the matter. When you pull up you see Joel’s truck is in his driveway, eliciting a comment from Sofia that even his truck is sexy, but you don’t see any sign of Joel outside, so the coast seems clear. You two are laughing with your shopping bags, passing through the gate to go back to your apartment, when you see Joel walking out his front door and making his way over to his truck parked in the driveway. You bite back a groan, knowing he’s going to see you and Sofia, and you desperately want to avoid the awkwardness.

Joel approaches, smiling, and Sofia stops her chattering to turn and see what you’re looking at over her shoulder. “Oh…” she says quietly under her breath. “Oh,” she repeats, with a bit more suggestion behind her voice as she continues to inspect Joel.

“Well hello there,” he says, coming up where you’re now standing and waiting for him. His face looks entertained at the fact that you seem completely uncomfortable and embarrassed about where this is going.

“Joel, this is my friend Sofia. The one I told you about,” you say, trying not to grit your teeth.

“Pleasure,” Joel says with a thick accent, holding out his hand, and Sofia shakes it with the biggest smile on her face. Joel’s eyebrows twitch at the suspiciously large smile on your friend’s face and he glances at you for confirmation.

You nod slightly with a slight eye roll, letting him know that yes, Sofia knows all about you two.

“It’s so great to meet you. Thanks for being such a good neighbor to my friend here,” she says, her tone sweet but the devious implication behind it is not missed on any of you. You snort out a laugh, and it sends Sofia cracking up, Joel shaking his head slightly but laughing along with you two.

“What’re you ladies up to?” Joel asks, continuing to shake his head a little.

“Shopping,” Sofia announces excitedly, waving her bags around. “I think you’ll be very pleased with some of our purchases,” she says, and Joel’s eyebrows raise. Jesus, you think to yourself, she’s being so… Sofia right now.

Joel chuckles, looking to you for confirmation, and you giggle a little bit. “I can’t deny that she’s right,” you tell him, and a look of curiosity flashes across his face. You did also buy a thong that you’re dying to show him, but that’s going to have to wait.

“Well, you two ladies have fun,” he quips, the smile not leaving his face.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around while I’m here,” Sofia winks, and you can’t even be mad at her for it because you know the winking is all on your own behalf. You practically drag her up the stairs, waving to Joel as you go.

You burst through the door of your apartment, and Sofia immediately pretends to pass out on the floor. So damn dramatic, you think with amusement.

“Oh my fucking god,” she says, her chest heaving from the laughter. “That man… that is who you’re sleeping with right now? Like, you are fucking that man right there?” Sofia is completely beside herself.

“Get a grip, Soph. Yes, somehow I’m fucking that man.”

“Listen, I didn’t doubt you when you said he was hot, but this is another level,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows.

“You’re telling me!” you reply. “How the hell did I even end up in this situation?” you ask, more to yourself than anyone, but Sofia shakes her head.

She blows out a breath, getting to her feet. “Good for you, seriously,” she says, gripping you by the shoulders and shaking them.

“Oh, it’s very good for me,” you quip, and you both start laughing all over again.

The next evening, Sofia has managed to convince you to go out downtown and find a bar or club to blow off some steam. She says that you “need this” since you seem so tightly wound about the Joel situation, and you think she might be right.

You’re sitting on the floor with Sofia across from you while she does your makeup. She’s infinitely better at this than you are, and she makes you look flawless anytime she puts makeup on for you.

“Okay, so how big is it?” she asks, seemingly out of nowhere as she’s brushing highlighter onto your cheekbones.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head with a tight lipped smile.

She pulls back, holding her hands up, makeup brush still held in between her fingers.. “Just stop me when it’s the right size,” she says, expanding her hands outwards, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s big,” you reply simply, and she throws her hands down in exasperation.

“Fine, I’ll accept that answer. For now,” she scowls.

Sofia continues on your makeup, until she scoots back a little and gives you a once over. “Perfection,” she comments, giving you a proud smile. You stand up, going to the mirror in the bathroom to inspect her work. She’s done a perfect winged eyeliner with a smoky, sparkly eyeshadow look, blush, highlighter, and given you just the right lipstick color to tie it all together with your new dress. You marvel at how good you look and feel right now, starting to actually look forward to your night out together.

“Always perfect, Soph,” you say, tousling your hair a bit. She comes over and stands next to you, inspecting the both of you in the mirror together with an excited look on her face.

When you make your way out to the street, you both decide to order a ride so you don’t have to drive after the drinks you plan on having. You’re both standing there at the end of the driveway, waiting for the car that’s still several minutes away when Sofia turns to you.

“Why don’t you go show Joel your new look?” she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Wouldn’t that be weird, though? Just knock on his door and be like ‘look at me!’ and then run away in a few minutes when our ride gets here?”

“You said he’d like that dress, and not to toot my own horn but… you just look so good right here too,” she gestures a circle around your face with her hand, and you laugh. “Go,” she pushes you, then checks her phone. “It says this guy is still like 5 minutes away.”

You begrudgingly trot over to Joel’s, feeling a little unsteady on your heels - you haven’t worn shoes like this for a while. You reach your hand up tentatively and knock on his door. There’s no answer for a moment, increasing your anxiety but finally the door opens, and Joel’s eyes scan you, a quick flash of recognition crosses his face and his mouth hangs open, unable to speak for a moment.

“Shit… now what the hell is goin’ on here?” he smirks, taking you in with slow glances over your entire body, and the way he’s taking you in feels like it’s setting your skin on fire.

“Sofia is dragging me out, and I wanted to show you how I look,” you wring your hands in front of you, trying hard to maintain a confident air about yourself.

“Christ, that’s a look for sure, baby,” he says, continuing to inspect every inch of your body in this new dress. “Sure you can’t just stay here and let me look at ya all night?”

You giggle a bit. “Tragically, no.”

“S’alright, I’m actually goin’ out tonight too,” he tells you, and you try to shake off the creeping jealous feeling that sneaks in at wondering who he’s going out with. You know it’s hypocritical, but infatuation with Joel doesn’t seem to have any logic.

“Come here real quick,” he says, pulling you by the hand inside and just behind the door, leaving it ajar. His hands immediately go to your ass, pulling you into him and crashing his lips into yours, and both of your mouths open as your tongues slide over each other. One of Joel’s hands threads through your hair, and you’re gripping the back of his neck desperately as you two passionately devour each other for a few moments.

He pulls away, breathless. “Fuck, I know you gotta go,” he says. You nod, your eyes already filled with unrelenting desire as you look back at him.

“You’ll see this again, I promise,” you tell him, hesitantly pulling out of his arms and shooting him a wry look.

“I better,” he replies, smirking as he watches you make your way back over to Sofia, who is waving you over into the car.

You feel your phone buzz in your bag, and Joel is texting you once the car is down the street.

Joel: You look beautiful, by the way. I didn’t say when you were here.

You: Thank you ❤️

Joel: Where are you two going?

You: Some crazy bar downtown. Called Cowgirls? I think?

Joel: Don’t get too wild now 😉

You: I’m always going to be a good girl for you, you know that

Joel: Don’t get me started, baby. The outfit was already too much for me tonight

You: If you’re lucky, I’ll let you take this dress off of me sometime 😘

Joel: Not if I’m lucky

Joel: I will be taking that dress off of you

You start to feel flush, knowing that if this conversation continues you’re going to start getting a little too worked up to handle in the back of this stranger's car, so you breathe out and reign yourself in. Your phone buzzes once more, and you look down at it.

Joel: Have a great time tonight 🤠

Sofia eyes you curiously with a knowing smile as you have been smiling down at your phone for the last few minutes.

“I take it he liked the dress?” she asks, a brow arched in curiosity.

“Once again, you were right. He’s dying right now, I just know it,” you laugh.

“As he should be!” Sofia replies. “Don’t think I can’t tell you two just made out behind his door,” she whispers, eyes staring at your mouth. You slowly reach a hand up to touch your lips, and Sofia nods, confirming that your lipstick absolutely needs touching up.

You feel yourself get hot, embarrassed, starting to work on it using your phone camera. “Sorry,” you grumble, and Sofia laughs.

“No need to be sorry. You know I support this, right?” she says, more sincerely now. You glance over at her and catch her eye, smiling gratefully.

“You’ve definitely made that clear,” you tease her, but then sober up a bit. “Thank you,” you tell her, and she returns your beaming smile.

You and Sofia are on your second drink at the bar, plus a shot of tequila when you first got there, so you’re feeling… well, great. This bar is some kind of weird, bar-club hybrid it seems, because they have a small dance floor and music playing, but it seems people are into it, as it’s completely packed. Sofia drags you out and you two dance together, laughing the whole time. You’re feeling fun and alive and sexy and it flows through you with the rhythm of the music. You and Sofia eventually step away for a refill on your drinks and you quickly pull out your phone and open your messages with Joel, knowing it’s a bad idea when slightly inebriated but doing it anyway.

You: I miss youuuuuuu

You: I like you so muchh

Sofia orders drinks, and a young, attractive guy around your age with dark hair and blue eyes approaches you two and you try not to snort, excited to see Sofia flirting in action. It’s always a highlight of your night to learn some tips from her this way. You pretend to be interested in what he’s saying to you two, but then your phone goes off, vibrating in your bag.

Joel: Oh so we’re having lots of fun already, huh?

You: So fun I love Sofia so much we’re dancing and it’s the best

You: But I haven’t fucked you in two days and I’mm sad 🥺🥺🥺

Joel: We’ll fix that problem soon, baby… Just try to enjoy your night

You: But I’m being your good girl. Some guy is talking to us and I don’t caree cause I like you

You: Wanna feell you inside me

Joel: That’s all you’re thinking about, huh? Insatiable girl

You: Ignoring him to text you.. Sofia is a better flirt than me anyways and you’re hotter

Joel: Be my good girl and stop taunting me or else I’ll have to come there and fuck you in that sexy dress

You: Then I’m badddddd so you’ll come fuck me

You don’t get a response from Joel, so you sigh and put your phone away, tuning into the conversation at hand. You’re jumping in at a completely random spot, the guy hitting on Soph seems to completely have given up on you, and you don’t blame him as you’ve been on your phone the last few minutes looking completely uninterested. You catch Sofia’s eye and give her a wink before feeling just tipsy enough to get on the dancefloor by yourself. You don’t know how much time has passed but you’re enjoying the hell out of yourself while vaguely keeping an eye on Sofia in case she needs an out from this conversation. Either way, the Gemini in her loves an opportunity to hone her flirting skills, even if it doesn’t lead anywhere.

You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you, and you almost thrash a little, unable to believe that someone would be so forward with you, but then you remember you are out at a kind of skeevy bar. You know you’re not taken, technically single, you suppose. but you don’t want a random stranger, you want Joel. You blink hard and furrow your brow when you turn to chew this person out but stop short when you see it is Joel. He looks so damn good, a beautiful glow on his skin from all the time he spends outside, his dark hair is brushed off his face and into slightly messy, curling swoops over the top of his head. He has on dark jeans and a white linen button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons undone. You can barely believe someone could look so sexy as you ogle him.

“Wh- Joel?” you say, feeling your quickly blinking eyes go wide. You know you’re drunk, but not so drunk you’d imagine him there, right?

“Come here, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss you, swaying with the beat for a moment as he holds you and slides his tongue into your mouth. You melt into it, feeling everything soften as you bite his lip gently. Joel brushes his fingers through your hair, landing on the back of your head and pulling you even deeper into the kiss.

“What’s goin’ on here mister?” you slur, giggling slightly, and the look Joel gives you makes you stomach flip. He’s amused but turned on, you can see just by the way his eyes are lighting up right now. He leans in close now, his lips right next to your ears, and you breathe in with anticipation for his next words.

“If you haven’t learned by now, baby, I don’t know how to tell you. I don’t say things I don’t mean. So when I say if you don’t stop tauntin’ me then I’m going to come fuck you in this dress, I fuckin’ mean it,” he says, every word charged with pent up desire and lust. You breathe out shakily, and before you can craft a response through your slower, tipsy mind, Joel suddenly threads his fingers through yours, pulling you through the crowd of people. You’re following along blindly, still a bit stunned by his words and the fact that he actually came.

He pulls you into a bathroom, and you open your mouth to say something, but still find that nothing is coming out. A few people eye you from the sinks as he pulls you along and into a stall, and you give them an anxious, apologetic look, despite the fact that they look slightly impressed by what’s going on.

Joel latches the door behind you two and dives in, his lips immediately on yours, then trailing down to your neck. You’re definitely still buzzed, and the haze of it is adding to the moment, feeling like you’re just able to be completely free and let Joel do this to you without any worries. You let out a breathy moan as he flicks his tongue right at the top of your neck, near your ear.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathe out. Despite it being barely even days since you’d last truly spent any time together, you’d already gotten too used to seeing him as often as you were.

“So I’ve heard. What’d you miss, sweet thing?” He’s not wasting a moment, his tongue and lips traveling all around your neck and down to your chest now. You arch yourself into him, and one hand reaches up to squeeze your breast while the other squeezes your ass, eliciting a quiet groan from him as he does it.

“Missed being with you,” you say breathless and quiet, trying to keep it as low profile as you can in this very public bathroom. “Missed your big cock inside of me.” You are completely flattened against the wall, leaning your head back while he continues moving his lips over you, using the way you’re exposing your neck more as an opportunity to kiss everywhere he can there.

Joel groans again, pushing his hips into you. “Yeah, I bet you did, my fuckin’ cock hungry girl, wanting to be fucked all hours of the day.”

“Mhm,” you manage to make a noise, and you immediately notice the familiar feeling of your pussy beginning to ache for him, needing exactly what he’s saying. You need to be fucked, and right now.

“Is that what you want right now, baby? My cock inside of you?” he coos, and you nod, your eyes fluttering shut and head leaning back again as he reaches a hand into the top of your dress and rolls your nipple between his fingers. You try to bite back your moan as his other hand reaches up the bottom of your dress and drags a finger along your cunt outside of your underwear.

“Yeah…” he groans lightly, feeling your soaked panties. “That’s exactly what you want.”

You can only continue to nod as he undoes his belt and pants, pulling out his cock. One look at it sends another pulsing wave of desire through you and you press your hips forward towards it. Joel’s hands go underneath your thighs, pulling you up and pressing you even harder against the wall of the bathroom stall, and your breath hitches at how roughly he’s handling you. You help him by pulling your dress all the way up your thighs, and he peers down between the two of you, his already throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of your underwear. Your legs are tightly wrapped around him, pulling his hips in even closer, a silent ask for him to give you what you want.

He grunts, pulling your panties to the side and pushing his hips forward, the head finding your entrance and pushing in hard. You whimper and cry out, trying to bite down the sounds that threaten to come out of you as he slams his cock into you.

“Had to check that you’re still being a good girl for me tonight,” he says with a thrust of his hips, and you find that you like his obsession, his possession of you. You and him both know that you’d do anything to keep him calling you that, but the fact that he came all the way here because he couldn’t stand the sight of you in that dress without fucking you has your head spinning. You both have your vices, it seems.

“And am I?” you gasp desperately in a hushed tone.

His hips drive into you, sending him deeper and deeper, and you’re falling apart by the second.

“Oh yeah, look at you, taking all of me like that like the good girl you are,” he answers, looking down between your bodies and watching his cock enter you over and over. You shudder at his praises, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and bringing your head closer to him. He’s thrusting so hard, the build up of wanting this for the last few days taking over, and it’s no surprise when he starts to hit that spot inside of you that you love and crave.

“F-fuck Joel, oh my god,” you cry out, feeling yourself already wanting to clench around him.

“Already gonna come for me, sweet girl? Guess you did miss me,” he says with a smirk, and to devastate you further he reaches in between you two and rubs your clit, sending your hips lurching.

“Joel, I can’t…” you whimper, feeling a desperation rising up in you, more intense than usual. You claw at his back, trying not to release the loud moans that sit in your throat, so you reach a fist to your mouth and bite down.

“Oh baby, you can, look at how good you’re taking me, just let it out,” he praises, not letting up on his pace as he breathes and grunts with every single slam into your hips. “Let me feel you come on this cock, c’mon,” he urges you, rubbing your clit furiously as he pounds into you.

It’s an explosion, the pressure releasing as you shudder onto him, his hand holding you tightly against him and the wall behind you as your cunt squeezes around his cock, sending Joel moaning as well. He’s continuing his thrusts, pressing on your g-spot over and over with each one, and you almost feel like you could die with how intense this feels right now. He grunts, the feeling of you spasming around him sending him over the edge as well, and you feel him coming as his hips press all the way against you, his warmth pouring into you. You’re moaning into your clenched fist, seeing stars behind your closed eyelids and suddenly you feel something else. Like a gushing of something, almost like you’re peeing but not quite. Holy shit, you think with a chuckle as you come down from your climax, breathing heavily onto Joel’s chest.

“Damn, baby, did you just…squirt?” Joel chuckles, with a deeply satisfied grin on his face.

“I think so? Oh my god.” You let out a little laugh, still feeling the glow of your orgasm washing over you. He sets you down onto your shaky legs and you feel like a complete mess between your own wetness and Joel’s cum running out of you. Joel hands you some toilet paper with a sly grin and you try and wipe yourself off a bit.

“Never done that before?” he asks, leaning his forehead on yours.

You shake your head. “Never.”

“Good,” he says simply, tilting your head up for a kiss. “You know I like bein’ the only one.”

“I know,” you whisper, kissing him again. “I always want you to be the only one too.” You quickly realize through your drunken fog that what you’ve said could be completely misconstrued and scare Joel off or something. It’s true, you do want him to be the only one you’re seeing, but you don’t think that’s the agreement. You try to backtrack, slurring your words. “Th- the only one to, y’know, make me squirt in a gross bathroom.”

Joel chuckles, holding your cheek. “It’s okay, baby, I get it.”

You stare for a long moment into his eyes, so unreadable right now. Maybe you’re just imagining things, that he didn’t think the same way about your words as you did.

“Why don’t you go back out, I’ll be behind ya in a minute,” Joel finally says, and you force a smile to your lips and leave the stall.

You make your way back to the bar, where Sofia is still flirting with her random guy, sipping on her drink that he likely bought for her. You wrap your arm around her shoulder, squeezing her, and she turns enough to glance over at you. She does a double take, and then quickly excuses herself from her new handsome interest sitting at the bar.

“What’s all this? Did you just fuck someone?” she stares wide eyed, palms out in front of her as if to steady herself. She takes you in with her eyes as they dart to different parts of your body.

“What’re you even talking about?” you slur a little.

“Um, your hair is insane, your lipstick is… I don’t even want to get into that, and your dress is literally off kilter right now. I know a freshly fucked look when I see one.” She crosses her arms.

“Maybe I was dancing really hard,” you tease, and she smirks at you. You’re about to respond with the truth, when you feel two strong arms come from behind you and wrap around the front of your chest followed by Joel’s body leaning down into you until his chin is resting on your shoulder. The scent and feel of Joel immediately fills your senses and you give a guilty look over to Sofia, who has her mouth hanging open slightly.

Sofia scolds you, using your full name like an angry mother. “I can’t believe you two!” she says playfully.

“I didn’t ask him to come, he just…” you try to explain, knowing that you did practically ask him to meet you here in a way.

“Yeah right, I’d hope you asked him to come just now,” she calls out to you, chuckling at her own cleverness. You reach forward and push her, giggling in the way you only do when you’re tipsy.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night, but I heard you had your own man at the bar, so I figured,” Joel says, leaning even further over your shoulder to project his voice enough for Sofia to hear him. The rumble of his voice next to your ear always ends up sending a little shiver down your spine.

“I can’t even be mad because you two look so sexy together right now. And lord knows my best friend needs to get laid.” Sofia shakes her head, staring between you and Joel. You scoff playfully in disbelief, and Joel seems a little speechless at your friend's forward attitude.

“Well thanks for understandin’, and the compliment, I think.”

“So, are you some kind of stalker or something? I just need to check, since you showed up here,” Sofia asks suddenly, raising her eyebrows at Joel, resting her elbow on the bartop and placing her cheek in her hand as she looks him over.

“Stalker?” Joel laughs. “Lord, no. Just wanted to check on my girl,” he says, squeezing his arms a little tighter around you. The words ring through your head over and over, and you’re having a hard time focusing. My girl, he’d said, and it makes your heart feel like it’s skipping inside of your chest.

“Did more than check on her,” Sofia mumbles back, and both you and Joel chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll shoo now, you two have fun.” He squeezes you and kisses the top of your head, but when he pulls away you turn your head, grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back down. You kiss him long and deep, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Joel pulls off, shaking his head with that devilish grin he does when he’s turned on and forces himself to step back.

“Bye, ladies,” he calls out, and you watch him walk away. You reluctantly turn your head back to Sofia, who you know is going to have so much to say to her. Her expression is pure gold, and you immediately laugh at the way her head is tilted slightly down, mouth hanging open, eyes blinking dramatically.

“Don’t even say it,” you warn her, lifting a finger in warning, and she presses her lips together. “Yeah yeah, it was hot, I know,” you add with a roll of your eyes.

“So fucking hot,” she confirms, reaching for her drink again as she shakes her head.

Sofia turns herself towards you in the dark, her eyes more serious than normal. You two are laying in your bed with the TV on in the background, trying to fall asleep after coming down from your buzz. You’d made several stops after Cowgirls and drank a hell of a lot more, but it’s been a few hours, long enough to still feel pleasant but at least you’ve got some of your wits about you again.

“Can I ask you something?” she says, and you wince a little, having a feeling on what’s coming next.

“Sure,” you say, keeping your eyes glued to the TV.

“Do you have feelings for him?”

You sigh and hold back your answer for a few quiet moments. “I don’t know, maybe…” You look towards her, hoping to convey the confusion you’re feeling in your eyes. “I don’t think he’d feel that way about me, so I’m trying really hard not to.”

“Why the hell wouldn’t he feel that way about you?” she says with a scoff.

“He seemed really quick to agree that things were casual with us. I don’t know. He’s never said anything more about it. We just… fuck, mostly. And hang out sometimes, I guess”

“Hmm,” Sofia thinks for a beat. “He looks at you in a certain way, like more than just lusting after you.”

“What? No he doesn’t. He only came to see me tonight because he wanted to have sex with me. Which is fine, that’s kind of what we agreed to, I think.”

“Or… he could want to fuck you and just want to see you because he likes being around you,” she counters, and you know she’s technically right, but you don’t want to believe it even a tiny percentage for fear of being wrong. So you shrug in response, finding it unlikely. Not that you think Joel doesn’t want to be around you, just that he wouldn’t have much of a reason to if you didn’t like your body, too.

“I know the whole friends with benefits thing can be kind of confusing sometimes,” Sofia says, rolling her entire body so that she’s fully facing you now. You do the same and you look at each other, ignoring the voices coming from the television now. You sigh, feeling a few tears prick behind your eyes. Damn it, Sofia is always good at breaking down your barriers like this, and the alcohol isn’t helping.

“I don’t want to be wrong,” you state simply, and she nods, understanding your meaning. “And I don’t even know what I’d want to do with my feelings. What, are we supposed to be an official couple or something? It feels ridiculous to even think about.”

“I mean, you two wouldn’t be the first people with an age gap to be together like that,” Sofia states plainly.

“I do like him, Soph,” you say quietly, feeling the tears stinging again. Something about being with one of your closest friends, someone so understanding and encouraging, is really turning on the waterworks for you. “Aside from the obvious stuff about him being insanely good at fucking me, he’s so… great. He never made me feel pressured or weird about our age stuff, and he does sweet stuff for me, like paying attention to things I like, treating me so well. What the hell does it all mean from him, you know?” you spill out, unable to stop this need to share all the thoughts that have been tumbling through your head recently. Sofia hums, thinking, and you continue.

“Like, he wanted to see me to have lunch, in a park… just to see me. But then the next moment he’s looking at me like I’m only a fucking meal and I start to doubt myself again… what am I supposed to do?” You groan and run your hands over your face, wanting to scream into your pillow. You had never expected this to go so far - you hadn’t even thought past just getting him to notice you, honestly. It’s been one step at a time with this whole situation, and now you’re feeling like you’re quickly approaching some kind of crossroads with Joel.

“Oh, babe, you really are in deep. And it sounds like he might be too, whether he realizes it or not,” Sofia replies. You chew on your inner lip, wanting her to be wrong because it would just be so much less painful.

“I don’t think I can risk saying any of this to him, though,” you tell her, shaking your head. “I don’t want to lose him, I’m already so… addicted,” you admit, cringing at the last word.

“Addicted or not, I think you should tell him. That, or you have to accept what you two are doing is just that, and nothing more.” Sofia purses her lips and gives you a sympathetic look.

“I hate when you’re right,” you say with a scowl.

“That must be tough, considering I’m right one hundred percent of the time,” she says with a laugh, prompting one from you as well. Sofia reaches over and drapes her arm around you, squeezing you tightly.

“No matter what, I’ll be here. I do hope he’s devastatingly in love with you, though.”

“Okay, don’t put ideas in my head,” you say, smacking her on the arm. The thought of that alone could send you spiraling. Joel loving you in any capacity seems far fetched, as you aren’t even sure what your feelings are for him besides fucking terrifyingly strong. But if someday he did… what then?

“Sorry. You guys would make a cute couple though, honestly. People might freak about the age thing, but if that’s what you both want, then I say why not? Fuck what anyone else thinks,” Sofia says with a defiant look on her face, one you’ve seen many times when she’s dedicated to a cause or idea.

“Easier said than done,” you say with a small shrug.

“Very true. So what do you want, hm?” she asks, trying to coax some finality out of you in this conversation.

“I just want… him. All the time. He’s invaded my fucking brain and I don’t even know anything else anymore. I just want to be with him any chance I can.”

“Good dick will do that to you,” she says, chuckling. “And also feelings,” she adds on more seriously.

“Feelings…”

“Yes, feelings. Feelings that you should definitely confess to him someday if you think he might have them back.”

“I’m too drunk to consider him having real feelings for me,” you say, rolling over and crushing your face into your pillow.

“Want to watch more trashy shit and forget about it for now?” Sofia asks earnestly, and you pop your head up off the pillow and nod at her.

“Yes, please,” you groan, readjusting yourself to face the TV again as Sofia puts on one of your favorite rom-com movies and you two laugh at the predictable drama unfolding in front of you. You’re immensely grateful Sofia knew exactly what you needed in this moment, and wish you could just keep her here in Austin with you for a bit longer to help you figure out what the hell you’re doing.

The next morning, you and Sofia groggily stretch out on your bed with mild hangovers plaguing you both.

“I want a fucking egg sandwich,” Sofia croaks out, the first thing spoken between you two for the day. That’s her go to hangover food - egg, cheese, and bacon on any kind of carb, but preferably a huge bagel.

You laugh, rolling over to check your phone. “We’ll get you your egg sandwich, princess,” you tell her, brushing your tangled hair out of your face as the screen lights up on your phone. “Oh, Joel texted me,” you announce. Sofia perks up a little, placing her head on your shoulder and trying to see your phone screen.

“Aww!” she coos, seeing Joel’s message inviting you both over for breakfast to cure your hangovers. “We’re going, right?” she says, the sleepiness in her voice now replaced with excitement.

“Uh…” you start, thinking for several beats. “Maybe…”

“This is some boyfriend shit right here, I see what you’re talking about. Fucking you in a bathroom and leaving, and then making you and your friend breakfast? That’s mixed signal central right there,” Sofia says, completely ignoring your half-assed protest. She stands up, heading to the bathroom as she’s talking.

“Exactly!” you exclaim. “I have no idea what the hell he wants from me.” You hear Sofia rustling through her things in the bathroom before she starts brushing her teeth.

“Well we’re going, so get ready,” she tells you, voice muffled from the toothbrush in her mouth. You groan a little, sliding out of the bed and joining her in the bathroom to get ready. You shoot Joel back a confirmation that you’ll be over in a bit, and half regret it, not sure what you’re about to get yourself into. Sure, it was entertaining watching Sofia interact with Joel last night, but in the light of day you don’t know if you can handle her questioning him.

Twenty minutes later, you’ve both brushed your teeth, thrown on your lounge clothes, and combed your hair out, barely able to bother with much else through the pounding headaches that have been creeping up on you. You urge Sofia to quietly head down the stairs with you and around the fence to Joel’s yard, trying to avoid getting in the sight of any larger windows in your parents place. She giggles a little, absolutely loving the drama of it all and you roll your eyes but can’t help but laugh because it really is ridiculous.

You tap on Joel’s backdoor when you see him in the kitchen beyond. A cocky grin is on his face as he slides the door open and beholds the two of you.

“Oh, there are some fresh faces,” he quips, pressing his lips together to avoid laughing at your tired looks.

“Watch it, we will bite if prompted,” Sofia says, baring her teeth at him humorously.

Joel’s eyes are completely on you when he says “Hope so,” and Sofia groans immediately.

“Ew, guys, it’s literally too early for that,” she replies, sauntering further into Joel’s kitchen and taking a seat at the counter when he offers up the seats to you two. You sit down next to her and rest your head on her shoulder. You’re beginning to wonder why you thought this was about to be a mild hangover when you first woke up. Joel pours two cups of coffee and slides them over to you and Sofia, then goes to his fridge and pulls out a container of creamer, and your mouth drops open slightly. It’s the type of creamer you’d told him that you like the other morning, and he went and fucking bought it in case you were having coffee here? You give him a knowing smile and soft eyes as he passes the creamer to you, willing him to understand just how much this small moment means to you.

“Alright, ladies, what’re we having?” Joel asks, leaning on his elbows across from you on the island.

“What, we get to order like we’re at a restaurant?” You laugh, adding cream to your coffee and stirring it. Sofia does the same and you both take big sips, that first taste of coffee breathing a bit of life back into you.

“I’ve got pancake mix, eggs, toast, some sausages,” Joel lists off, and Sofia perks up.

“Do you have bacon and a huge ass bagel?” Sofia asks hopefully, leaning forward in excitement.

“I do have bacon, but it’s a no on the bagel. How ‘bout an english muffin?”

Sofia puts on a thinking face for a moment with a slight scowl. “Okay, deal.”

“Her favorite hangover food is a breakfast sandwich,” you tell him, and Joel nods in agreement.

“That’s a good one for a hangover, alright,” he replies, now looking at you. “What about you, darlin’?” Joel asks, and you feel Sofia slap your leg excitedly under the counter at his pet name. You want to slap hers back hard in protest, but you decide not to cause a scene in front of Joel.

“Same is fine with me. Bacon egg and cheese.”

“Alright, gimme a little bit. In the meantime tell me about your big night,” Joel says.

“Ugh, so fun,” Sofia begins to answer. “I wish I didn’t have to fly back later today,” she says sadly.

“Shortest visit ever,” you gripe, leaning your head on her shoulder again.

“I know, my job literally has me by the balls right now, it’s hard to get any time off,” she rolls her eyes, and you see Joel shoot her an amused look.

“How about that guy at the bar, huh?” Joel asks playfully.

“I scared him away from her,” you say, frowning dramatically.

“He wasn’t going to fuck me in the bathroom anyways, so what was the point, you know?” she teases, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You see Joel practically choke on nothing across the room as he’s cracking eggs into a pan and you furrow your brows, looking Sofia in the eyes with a warning look.

“That feels like a personal attack,” you snort.

“Agreed,” Joel chimes in, not looking over, and something about the way this conversation is flowing tugs at your heart. The way Joel is making you and Sofia breakfast sandwiches like it’s the most convenient thing for him, and how they’re getting along so well, despite you being able to tell Joel thinks Sofia is out of her mind in the best way. You feel like you’re going to burst, you can’t remember the last time you felt so happy in a moment.

“Thank you so much, Joel, seriously,” Sofia says fifteen minutes later as Joel hands you two plates with a steaming, delicious looking breakfast sandwich, standing there with one of his own. He slides over a bottle of painkillers for your headaches and smirks. “You’re one of the good ones,” she adds, pointing a finger at him.

You can’t help but smile even wider at her comment being so right before taking a bite of the meal Joel made for you two. It’s so good, just like the other few things he’s cooked for you recently. The man knows how to season his food perfectly, at the very least.

“Yessss,” Sofia groans out as she takes her first bite. You’ve seen this same reaction many times after a night out together when she finally gets her craving fulfilled.

“So good, thanks,” you say a bit more shyly than Sofia. Joel looks pleased that you both are enjoying everything so much, and his eyes are soft and kind as they watch you for the rest of your meal together.

Sofia even dares a hug with Joel when you go to leave a while later, and despite his raised eyebrows, he goes in for the hug, patting her on the back.

“You’re a little wild, but I like ya. I can tell you take good care of our girl here,” Joel states when they break the hug. There it is again, his words claiming you as his, as part of his life in a significant way. His girl, you ring the words through your head several times to see how they feel.

Sofia smiles brightly and links her arm in yours, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I could say something so inappropriate about you taking care of her too, but I won’t,” she laughs, and you look over at her as if to say you just did anyways.

“Nice to meet you,” Sofia says, waving to Joel as you leave, and he returns the sentiment. He winks at you when you turn to get one last look before sliding the door shut behind you.

You’re restless now, laying awake after lounging all day. You and Sofia spent the rest of the morning debriefing from your night out, and all the stops you made after Cowgirls, remembering only portions of it. You switched to binge a new drama that you promised to only watch the rest of if you were on the phone together before she had to finish packing up to go to the airport.

You drop her off, and a few tears are shed with both of you promising to call and text constantly, and once again, you’re alone and friendless in Austin. Having Sofia leave definitely strengthens your resolve to try and make some friends in this new city.

But now, you’re lying awake, feeling slightly sorry for yourself as you try to read and wind your mind down for the night. But truthfully, you can only think of Joel, and how you wish he were here, even if just to be here while you read. You just want his warm body next to yours, reminding you he’s there for you, holding you close to him. You debate for a few minutes before grabbing your phone and typing out a message.

You: Come over?

Joel: You come here

You: I asked first 😠

Joel: I have treats

You quirk your brow before receiving a photo of ice cream containers in Joel’s freezer, which makes you laugh. Food is definitely his favorite way of taking care of others, you’ve officially concluded.

You: Fine… be there in 5

You are there in less than five minutes, Joel opening the door and pulling you into his arms immediately. You breathe into his chest, the inviting, comforting scent of him instantly lifting your mood. You’d stay buried in this chest, smelling him forever if you could. He kisses your head and holds you longer, sensing your hesitation to pull away.

“What’s goin’ on baby, you feelin’ down about Sofia?” He rocks your body a little and you nod.

“I just love having her around, and I’m tired as hell, but I can’t sleep,” you mumble into his chest.

“Poor little thing. I’ll take care of ya,” he teases slightly despite meaning it. “C’mon in.” Joel pulls you into the living room, settling you onto the couch before disappearing and then reappearing with the ice cream and two spoons.

“You like cookie dough?” he asks, showing you the carton with that flavor listed on the front before sitting down next to you.

“Hell yeah,” you reply, tucking yourself in close to him, your spoon fighting to get into the ice cream.

“Patience, sweet girl,” he chides, opening the lid and seal of the carton, and you laugh. As soon as it’s open, he offers it to you and you take a large spoonful, a light moan of delight slipping out as it hits your lips.

“Keep makin’ noises like that and see what happens.” Joel looks at you with lifted brows, taking a spoonful of the ice cream for himself.

“Ha ha,” you tease back. “Wouldn’t you like that.”

“Wouldn’t you?” he counters.

“I would,” you say plainly, daring him with your lifted eyebrows, sucking on the spoon a little longer than normal as you have another bite of the ice cream.

Joel laughs and shakes his head. “Swear, you are always pushin’ me, girl,” he says.

“Not my fault everything I do makes you want to fuck me,” you tease confidently.

“Oh, isn’t it?” he quips back, nudging you with his arm.

“Anyway, I’m just here to eat ice cream and watch TV, so…” you tilt your head with a sweet, unassuming smile and then turn your attention towards the TV and grab the remote before Joel can. Joel growls in his throat, half irritated and half amused at your teasing, but he lets it go for now.

“Fine then, don’t come to me beggin’ later,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“Wait. Joel, have you been watching Lover’s Paradise since you saw it at my place?!” you blurt out incredulously, a wide grin on your face as you stifle a laugh. You can see on his most recently streamed shows that he’s a couple episodes deep into one of the seasons.

“W-well, you showed me just a little, and I’m a naturally curious guy, so y’know. One thing leads to another…” he rambles on, looking embarrassed at your discovery.

“This is turning out to be the best night ever, actually,” you reply, loving the sheepish look on his face. For once, for god damned once, he’s the one acting completely tripped up with you, you rather than the other way around. You click on the next episode and set the remote down, leaning back into Joel with the smug smile still plastered on your face.

“Stop it,” he growls when he notices your overly pleased expression.

“Nope,” you counter with a little delighted shake of your head.

“Alright, quiet now so I can see what Victoria and Henry have been up to,” he says, and you double over with laughter before you can even stop yourself.

“Yes sir,” you say, sitting back again and pinching your lips to try and keep more laughter from slipping out.

It’s not until Victoria throws a drink on Henry and then slaps him that Joel has a reaction and starts speaking again.

“Now that’s just crazy,” he says, stunned. The man has clearly not watched enough reality TV if this kind of behavior is shocking to him. “She slapped him for what again?” he leans forward, pointing his spoon at the screen and holding the ice cream container in the other. His eyes are glued on the TV and brows furrowed, and it’s such an amusing sight it sends you laughing again.

“He was talking about her behind her back, duh. Are you even watching?” you reply with sass.

“I am, there’s just a lot goin’ on, it’s hard to follow.” Joel huffs in response, still avidly watching the screen to piece more of it together. You can’t believe how seriously he’s taking this right now. Here you are, trying to avoid your feelings for him when he pulls adorable things like this and makes you want to smash your lips on his and tell him to watch reality TV with you forever.

“You sweet, sweet man, you will soon learn the ways of trashy reality TV,” you say with a dramatic flair. Joel tries to shush you again, so you wrap your arm around his chest and angle your head towards the show while it rests on his shoulder, craving closeness with him but not wanting to distract him further. His hand comes up to your arm, tracing back and forth along it to your hand as he watches. When the episode ends, he looks down at you, a questioning look on his face.

“Start the next one,” you say, answering his silent question. He smiles down at you before you two focus back in for another episode. Several hours later, you’re dozing onto his chest while Joel has watched two more episodes of Lover’s Paradise, staying equally invested through each one, and that’s when you know you’ve created a monster.

He nudges you and plants a kiss on your head. “You up, darlin’?” he asks quietly, and you stir, knowing you’ve been half sleeping for the last hour, coming in and out of consciousness trying to follow what was happening on Lover’s Paradise.

“Oh, s-sorry,” you mumble, sitting up and off his chest. Joel puts an arm around you and rubs your back.

“S’alright, glad you got some shut eye. Want to come upstairs with me?” he asks. You blink sleepily at him and nod, slowly standing up from the couch and trailing behind him. Your heart lurches in your chest when you see the bright pink toothbrush you used the last time you slept here is in a little cup by the sink, and you have to fight not to have an overt reaction to its presence. Instead, you grab it and begin brushing your teeth like this is a completely normal occurrence - you having things at Joel’s house.

“For you to sleep in, if ya want,” Joel says as you come out of the bathroom. He hands you one of his shirts to wear, an old looking college football one. You strip your own shirt off, revealing your lack of bra underneath, but you figured Joel had already noticed that much. He sucks in a breath, watching you unabashedly as you’re half naked before tossing his shirt over your head. You strip off your shorts and place all of your clothing on the same chair he had used last time. In the meantime, Joel has gotten into his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he’s been observing you.

“Look so damn good in here, baby, just doin’ your thing,” he says as you approach the free side of the bed and start to climb in.

“Oh stop,” you say, waving him off. Joel reaches up to his bedside lamp and turns it off, and you quickly do the same before laying down.

“Definitely not doing that,” he retorts, and you let out a giggle as he snatches you into his arms as he says it. You lay in the dark, feeling the warmth from Joel’s body seeping into yours. He’s laying in only his briefs now, and you like that you know how he sleeps. You revel in his bare chest underneath your hand as you trace your fingers along it.

“Thanks for everything tonight, I feel way better than I did earlier,” you tell him sincerely, giving his shoulder a quick kiss.

“What I’m here for - makin’ you feel good, baby” Joel replies. “In all kinds of ways.”

Your eyes are already closed, the heaviness of sleep keeping them from opening again despite your desire to look up at Joel. “Is that so?” you mumble into his shoulder.

“It is, but right now, I’m makin’ you feel good by letting you get some sleep,” he says, forgoing the flirty avenue the conversation was about to turn down.

“N-no, need to stay up with you,” you half slur out of sleepiness, attempting to blink your eyes open a few times.

Joel simply shushes you, rubbing his hand along your back in soothing strokes. “Sleep, sweet girl,” he commands in a soft, quiet voice, and as usual, you find yourself doing exactly what he asks of you as you give in to the sleep your tired mind is fighting for.

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