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st7rnioioss · 1 month

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ we fell in love in october

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, swearing, friends to lover

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hiii everyoneee. i literally just realised i reached 1.4k, thats fucking insane, thank you so so much. i love this request, had a lot of fun, thank you!!!

this is based off this request!

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Matt was walking beside you up to your house. You had just been driving around the area, talking about all sorts of topics. From high school to work to your personal lives.

“Thanks for walking me home, Matt. It was nice spending time with you today,” you smiled sincerely, pulling him in for a hug as you reached your front porch.

“It’s my pleasure. I had a lot of fun as well,” he chuckled, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you closer. A bit too close for people who consider themselves ‘just friends’. You pulled away with a bright smile, letting your hand linger on the back of his neck for just a moment.

“You look nice tonight, by the way. I think I kinda forgot to tell you, but I really like that dress,” he laughed nervously, scratching his head. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, the single compliment making your cheeks turn a faint pink color.

“Thank you! It’s uh- It’s new actually.” you looked down on yourself, tugging at the end of the floral dress you were wearing. “You look great too,” you nodded with a shy smile, pointing to him.

Matt couldn’t stop smiling. He simply just found you adorable to say the least.

"Thanks,” he beamed, looking back up from your dress to meet your eyes. “Well uh- I should go, it’s getting late. I’ll see you soon, okay?” he smiled, taking a tiny step backwards.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon. Goodnight, Matt.” you waved, also taking a small step back, trying not to trip over the stairs right behind you.

The old door to your house creaked as you pushed it open. You were kind of tired from hanging out with Matt all day, not that it had anything to do with him. It was just getting late.

You had gone shopping, had lunch, fed ducks at the lake, went for a late night drive, and overall just enjoyed each other's company.

Matt had been your best friend since forever. You met somewhere during junior year in high school, and after that you hadn’t been seen separately. After a few months into senior year you realized you had developed a tiny crush on Matt. That didn’t change though. You were still in love with him to this day.

Matt and his brothers started a YouTube career, and you found a job in a bakery that also sold all kinds of flowers. Because of that, you always had a few bouquets standing around and outside your home, the color and type of flower changing depending on the season and vibe you wanted to go for.

For the past week you had white heliotrope.

You placed your phone and keys on your kitchen counter, slipping out of your coat and shoes after having been out in the chilly weather all day.

A small vibration came from your phone, the screen lighting up. It was a message from Matt.

‘Can I come over tomorrow?’ it read. Matt always wanted to be around you, specifically in your house. He almost loved it more than you did. You quickly picked up the phone, positioning yourself on the kitchen counter to answer him immediately with a

‘Yes, of course :) We can watch that movie you were talking about if you want’.

‘Yeah, I’d love that. See you tomorrow then!’

You smiled to yourself, turning off your phone as you got down from the counter.

The small house you lived in was quite cozy. There wasn’t much electrical light, most of it being from either the fireplace or the candles you had propped up everywhere, or a lamp that had the same orange light as the candles. You paced around, lighting each and every candle that was in the kitchen and living room, creating a soft orange-like light. On top of that, the faint smell of cinnamon and apple made it even better. It wasn’t too artificial of a smell, not making people literally gag when they walked in. Matt seemed to like it a lot.

The next morning you woke up to the sunlight through your gingham curtain. Your friends found the curtains absolutely horrible, but you liked the vibe of the red and white. It just suited the rest of your interior.

Your phone had a message from Matt, asking if it was okay to come over around 8, since he was filming a video with his brothers. You replied with a ‘Yes, that’s perfect’, making your way downstairs to make breakfast.

At around 7.30pm you still had no idea what to put on. Not that it mattered, Matt had seen you in all sorts of situations, but it was something you relied a lot on.

You settled on something cozy but casual, knowing you were gonna watch a movie, so jeans would probably get uncomfortable. The makeup you had put on a few hours ago needed a touch up, as well as your hair.

That took you just the right amount of time, because right as you went downstairs to light the candles, there was a knock on the door. You rushed up to it, looking at your hair in the mirror before opening the door, revealing Matt.

“Hi, Matt! Come on in!” you smiled, opening the door further for him to get inside. You could swear he was lingering his gaze just a little too long on you, but you were pulled out of your thoughts when Matt leaned in to hug you.

“Hey, thanks for letting me come over, you know how much I love your place,” he smiled, letting you go as he took off his jacket. You just smiled back in return, making your way to the kitchen.

“So uh- Do you want to bake some cookies before starting the movie?” you smiled shyly, holding up a bowl in front of you.

His face lit up, and you took that as a yes.

After way too long, the cookies were finally done. With that being said, it took you a few throws of flour, way too many jokes, a shit ton of chocolate chips eaten from the bag, and a bunch of laughter.

“Oh my god, they look fucking delicious,” you smiled, pressing your nose up against the oven to get a look on the cookies.

“Really? Let me see, move,” he giggled, pushing you gently to the side with his hands on each side of your waist. Your face turned beet red, avoiding looking him up in the eyes, only erupting a quiet chuckle.

“Oh yeah, you’re right. I think we did an amazing job,” he raised his brows, letting one hand go of you to reach out for a high-five.

“Wait, was it this one? Friday the 13th, the 2009 one?” you asked, scrolling through the insane amount of horror movies on Netflix. Matt nodded with a hum, his mouth too filled with cookies to answer you verbally. You pressed start, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. Matt wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer under the stupid amount of blankets, making you smile to yourself.

The window to your room was open, letting a view of a beautiful, now orange, tree standing in your backyard show. Matt had helped you light a few candles, the usual cinnamon-apple ones. Your normally neat bed was now completely messy, a duvet, blankets, and pillows resting everywhere.

Matt’s heart was practically beating out of his chest. He, too, had always had the biggest, fattest crush on you. Even holding you this close made his head spin. You were caught up with the start of the movie, but Matt sure as hell wasn’t. Even though he seemed relaxed enough to you, he was tense, trying to think of anything else but you, but it seemed far from possible to him. He needed to do something.

About 40 minutes into the movie, he turned body to you.

“Hey- uh. Can I just tell you something really quick?” he stuttered, positioning his body so he was facing you. You nodded, taking the cup of tea from your lips to place it on your nightstand.

“Sure, what’s up?” you smiled back at him, letting your eyes wander from his hair to his eyes, now rosy cheeks and lips, taking in all his features.

“It’s just- I’m sorry if this is sudden I just-” he stopped, sighing as he couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“I really like you. Not just as a friend, I really really want to take you out. Fuck, you know, I like you like you,” he giggled, the words were flying out of his words. Your eyes were wide, lips slightly parted from the sudden confession.

“I’m in love with you, and I just wanted to let you know.” he finally stopped speaking, allowing you to speak as well.

“You have got to be kidding me. Oh my God, I-” you started laughing. Matt was slightly confused.

“What? Sorry, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, it’s totally fine if you don’t like me back, I just thought-” you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. Quickly, you pulled back to watch his reaction.

You simply couldn’t stop yourself from giggling nervously, cheeks turning completely red. He didn’t say anything, he just simply stared in disbelief.

“Why did you stop?” he whispered, his eyes lingering on your lips. His hands found his way to the back of your neck, lacing his fingers through your hair.

“Sorry, I don’t know. It just seemed surreal for a second,” you laughed, placing a hand on his cheek. With that, he pulled you closer by your neck, sealing his lips with yours once again. This time, he was not ready to pull back anytime soon.

His hands roamed around the back of your head, holding your head as close as possible. He had been waiting for you for years. Your hands were on him as well. One cupping his cheek, the other resting on his shoulder. It took you a minute to pull back, simply craving air.

You looked up at him, a goofy smile appearing on both your faces while you both panted.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve stopped myself from doing that,” Matt admitted, keeping your hands on each other.

“Me too. I think I figured out I liked you during an English class. I literally sprinted home to write all my overthinking down in my diary,” you giggled, leaning closer into him to hug him.

He immediately melted into your touch, resting his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet scent. The one he never got tired of.

“Can you kiss me again? I’m not wasting one minute after waiting for this long,” he chuckled, cupping your face with both of his hands.

“Matt, you don’t have to ask, just do it,” you laughed at his adorable question, but you gave in anyway, leaning up once more to kiss him from his cheek to finally seal the distance between your lips again.

And that’s basically how the night went. Movie still playing in the background, nearing the end, Matt leaning over you, leaving kisses on the sides of your face, forehead, cheeks, lips, neck, collarbone, any place imaginable. The candles were about to burn out, your cup of tea getting cold from not being drinked in the past 30 minutes.

To no one's surprise, he ended up staying over for the rest of the night.

a/n: stop why am i literally craving fall right now. wheres the rest of the "i hate summer" people at.

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ravenromanova · 5 months

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Mommy

Pairings: Milf Wanda x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18!! ONLY!!! Mommy kink, Oral, Fingering, Legal age gap, MOMMY WANDA!!!!! Reader and Wanda get caught. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!

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You knew it was wrong to be looking at your best friends mom the way you were. But honestly who could blame you when she looked the way she looked. Wanda was an enigma and she had you in a complete trance whenever you saw her. And luckily for you, you saw her quite often since you were besties with her twin boys. So you always got to see the red headed woman which was a blessing and a curse.

Your crush on Wanda started developing your senior year of high school. Billy and Tommy had just transferred from westview to the small town of green lake in upstate new york. Which is where they met you. And in a matter of days you and the boys were inseparable and did everything together. So when they had invited you over to their house for the first time you happily agreed.

But when you had stepped into the house and saw the woman they called mom your heart nearly stopped. She was beautiful and you almost melted at the sound of her voice when she introduced herself. That day was the start of your crush on Wanda maximoff. And as the time went on and you grew closer with the boys you also grew closer with her.

It was weird at first being close with Wanda but eventually you thought of her as one of you friends. You learned a lot about her, how her husband and the boys father left them a few years ago, she talked to you about her family and where she came from. And for some reason you felt a need to protect her after everything she told her about her past.

That brings us to now. Spring break of your freshman year of college. You went to a little college that was a couple of hours away from from green lake so luckily you were able to go home for the week. Unfortunately you didn’t have any home to go to so the boys told you just to come to theirs and that you’ll stay with them. At first you were a little hesitant because of your crush on their mother but soon agreed due to the lack of places to go.

So once you drove back into town you headed straight for the Maximoff residence. And when you pulled up to the red bricked house your heart started to beat a little faster. You got out of the car and grabbed your bag before walking up the few steps in front of the house.

You waited a few moments after you knocked on the red door. And surprisingly you weren’t met with the sight of Billy or Tommy. It was Wanda who opened the door with her signature bright smile.

“Y/n darling youre back. Oh i missed you darling!” She greeted happily and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“Hi Wanda. I-I missed you too” You said returning the hug with the same amount of passion. Her perfume filled yours senses and damn near brought you to your knees.

“Come in, the boys aren’t home right now they went to their uncles for the night… im assuming they forgot you were coming today” Wanda shook her head at the thought of her boys forgetting about you.

“It’s okay i wont hold it against them….this time” She laughed a little before she grabbed your bag for you and lead you inside.

“Make yourself comfortable and I’ll make you some tea and then we can catch up” Her voice called out to you as she walked into the kitchen. You did as you were told and sat on the comfortable couch and waited for her to return.

A few minutes later Wanda came back into the living room with two mugs in her hand and handed you one before sitting down. She then sat next to you and her thigh brushed against yours causing you to choke a little.

Unbeknownst to you Wanda had a whole plan for the night. She had told the boys to go to Pietros for the night so she could spend time with you. Granted the twins were confused as to why since you were coming into town but all she said was that he needed them for something. So they left for the night and thats when her plan was put in motion.

Wanda has had a little crush on you for a little bit now. She knew it was wrong to be looking at you the way she did but she couldn’t help it. When she had met you a few months after your eighteenth birthday when the boys had introduced you two she was enamored. So she waited, built up the tension for years hoping you’d make a move but you never did. And quite frankly she had enough she needed you and now was the time.

“So how’s college darling?” Wanda asked as she slowly sipped her tea while looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay i took on a bigger class load than i should’ve” You cringed thinking about all the homework you had almost daily.

“Well youre a smart girl darling im sure it’ll get easier as the time goes on” Wandas hand landed on your thigh making your heart speed up and your face heat up from her praise.

“I mean i know i can handle it. But all the work doesn’t leave time for anything other than just that” She nodded in understanding and bit her lip as she listened.

“So you dont have a girlfriend or anything?” Her question caught you off guard and you started coughing on your tea.

“Uh no i have absolutely no luck in that department” You chuckled dryly.

Wanda smiled when you admitted you were single. She scooted a little closer to you and placed her hand on your thigh. “Why is that darling? I’m sure you have plenty of girls falling at your feet” You looked at her hand on your thigh and almost passed away.

“I- uh just dont find anyone that interesting” You said honestly causing the older woman to smirk.

“Well what about me? Do you find me interesting darling?” She asked and you swore she was trying to kill you.

“I find you very interesting Wanda” You choke out as she moves her hand higher. Wanda moves even closer to you and brought her face within inches of yours.

“Wanda… w-what are you doing” Wanda smiled at your question before she crashed her lips into yours. She gave you no time to think as she straddled your lap not breaking the kiss.

You moaned a little in her mouth at the taste of her. She tasted like tea and mint and you couldn’t get enough. Your hands found their way to her hips and you held on tightly almost as if you’d let go shed disappear.

“I need you darling” She husked in your ear. You nodded your head knowing that if you tried to speak your voice would fail you. Wanda smiled and started to kiss down your neck and let her hands find the them of your shirt. She wasted no time in removing your shirt and bra.

“Wanda please” You begged the redhead who smiled and wrapped her lips around one of your nipples. Her other hand went to your other one and started tugging on it making you moan and mewl bin response.

“You sound so pretty malysh” She praised you and your heart couldn’t help but swell at the nickname she gave you in her mother tongue.

“I-I need you Wanda” You continued to beg as your grip on her hips became tighter.

“What do you need baby? What do you need mommy to do” She feigned confusion making you groan a little.

“I need you to fuck me mommy” Wanda was more than pleased with your words and she slowly slid off you body and settled between your thighs on the floor.

Her hands teased the hem of you pants and you threw your head back. She was barely touching you but yet you were reeling. After a few minutes of her kissing your stomach and softly caressing your skin she finally took off your pants. Her fingers ran over your pantie covered pussy making a wet patch grow where you needed her the most.

“Ive wanted to do this for so long pretty girl” She kisses your clothed clit before she slides your panties off leaving you bare in front of her.

“Please” You moan as your hands find their way to her hair. Wanda kisses your inner thigh before she dives in and starts licking your clit.

“Oh my god mommy” You pretty much screech at the contact. The feeling of her warm tongue circling around your clit makes you preen. Wanda moans at the taste of you knowing that she’s now addicted.

“M-More” You plead needing more stimulation. Wanda seems to know exactly what you need and shoves two of her nimble fingers into your aching hole.

“Like that baby?” She asked with a smirk on her face as she hit your g-spot making you mewl.

“J-Just like that mommy oh god” You moan feeling your orgasm building up. It’s in this moment you know that you ruined for any other woman and you will never be able to cum without Wanda again.

“Cum for me babygirl come on give it to mommy” She keeps thrusting her fingers in you hitting all the right spots. Your walls clench around her fingers and your back arches off the couch.

“OH FUCK!” You scream as your orgasm crashes through you. Wanda keeps thrusting at a slow pace helping you ride out your high before she pulls out of you. Once she pulls out she licks her fingers clean and smiles before coming back up to your face.

“You’re amazing malysh” She praised bringing you in for a sloppy kiss.

“Mmm thank you mommy” You respond bashfully feeling another wave of arousal course through you when she leaves a hickey on your neck.

You thread your fingers in her hair and bring her back for another kiss which she gladly reciprocates. The two of you get so lost in each other that you didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey mom we’re ho- OH MY GOD!” Billy and Tommy scream as they enter the living room and see their best friend naked on the couch with their mother on top of her.

“Fuck” You mutter as you try to find your clothes which are scattered across the floor.

“We are just gonna go back to pietros…” Tommy says slowly backing out of the house with Billy in suite not wanting to have this discussion right now or ever.

You and Wanda both look at each other stunned before you both break out in to laughter.

“We should’ve taken it to the bedroom” You say in between giggles. Wanda nods her head giggling not being able to form words. After a few seconds she stands up and picks you up by your thighs and takes you to her room for round two.

~The end~

p.s. i love mommy Wanda.

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korizzybee · 2 months

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Hii i have a request for Grover underwood (he is my fav) and the request is basically him with a daughter of apollo. And they are sucha sunshine couple but the reader is definitely dramatic and after years of liking eachother they start to dance and yk kiss and confession. (Also maybe percabeth literally loosing their shit bc they already act like an couple bit they. are. not and mayyybeeeee the reader is mean to everyone but him?) oh and female reader please 😊😊 thank you so much i hope you have a great day❤️❤️❤️

“Ugh, Finally!”

Pairing: Grover Underwood x Black!fem!reader

Synopsis: after years of dancing around each other, they both finally gain the confidence to confess.

Warnings: none, y/n is daughter of Apollo, implied bisexual y/n, this takes place post-HoO

You have been at Camp Half-Blood for seven years now, but never in those seven years have you once gained the confidence to confess your feelings to your long-term crush, Grover Underwood.

It’s been a year since Gaea was defeated and summer was coming to an end. You’d be leaving for college in New Rome with Annabeth and Percy. You’d said your goodbyes to your siblings, a ton of them were crying and begging for you to stay just a while longer.

Will had to scold them for you, making you chuckle. Though, before you leave, Chiron decided to host a party in honor of the first demigods at Camp Half-Blood to be going to college in New Rome.

You were dressed in a long and elegant golden satin, your h/c curls pulled into a tight bun. Will was currently doing your make up, his focused face was just the most adorable thing to you. (Not that you’d ever admit it to him). “And done.” He said, putting everything away in your small make up bag.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” Annabeth said, she was getting herself ready in the Apollo Cabin. She wore a long dark red glittery dress and her black hair was done in goddess braids. “Thanks, Annabeth.” You said to your best friend. “Trying to look good for Grover I see.” She teased, making you roll your eyes at the girl.

“Whatever, shut up, I didn’t get all dressed up for him.” You said to her. Though, the thought of him seeing you in something like this made your heart race. “What about you getting all dressed up for Fish-for-Brains?” You teased, you watched her face flush slightly. You laughed at her reaction, shaking your head slightly.

The party was held by the lake, as you and Annabeth arrived there, the scenery left both of you breathless. The nymphs had done an amazing job at decorating and cooking. There were streamers and fairy lights shining soft colors hanging from around the nearby trees, a group of water nymphs were in charge of the music. And you saw Juniper handing out drinks to people.

You saw Percy talking with Connor Stoll. “Look,” you tapped Annabeth on her shoulder. “There’s Percy, let’s go over to him.” You said to the slightly shorter girl, pulling her softly by her arm. Connor noticed the two of you walking over and tapped Percy. As he turned around, the boy’s face went as red as Annabeth’s dress.

You gave Annabeth a smirk, even though they’d been dating for years, Percy still acted like a giddy middle schooler when it came to her. “Annabeth, hey, you uh- you look amazing.” Percy said, trying to find the words that best complimented the girl’s attire. “Thanks Percy, you look nice too.”

You went and stood beside Connor Stoll who gave you an amused smile. “You picked that dress out for her, didn’t you?” He asked you. “I did, Annabeth was never really the type of girl to be into all that glitz and glam. So, when she came to me asking for help, I decided to give it to her. Only, under the condition she’d help me with my senior portfolio.”

You said to the younger boy with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a chuckle, “yep, that sounds like something you would do. Anyways, you have a good eye for fashion, you look nice.” He said to you. “Thanks, you do too, I suppose.” You said to him. “You wouldn’t have seen Grover around, have you?” You asked him.

Connor smirked at your question, which made you sigh in annoyance. “Don’t look at me like that, because I know exactly what you’re thinking.” You said to him. “Out of all the people here at camp, I never expected you to fall for someone like Grover. Not judging, but I always imagined you with someone like Clarisse or any Ares kid. Your personalities just match more.”

You pretended to gag. “Ew, what? Clarisse La Rue? There’s no way in hell I’d be caught dating that crazy girl. She’s too obsessed with pleasing her dad and being the best fighter at camp to understand how to love someone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very attractive and I would date her, just under different circumstances.”

“When you say ‘different circumstances’ do you mean if you weren’t practically in love with Grover?” He asked you with teasing smile, nudging your arm slightly. You rolled your eyes at the shorter boy. “This right here is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” You said to him. “I’ll go find Grover on my own.” You said, walking away. “It’s not like you have a boyfriend or girlfriend either!” Conner Stoll yelled out to you as you widened the distance between you two.

You’d been searching for Grover for an hour now, and no one had seen him around. Sure, parties were never really his thing, but you thought if he wasn’t coming to see you, he’d at least come to see his best friends, Percy and Annabeth. You were starting to give up hope on seeing him at all tonight.

You walked through a secluded part of the forest, softly humming to yourself, now holding your heels in your hands. You’d never been a nature person until Grover, at first you only pretended to be interested in it to have something in common with him. Over time though, you started to genuinely enjoy it yourself, often walking through this part of camp to clear your mind when stressed.

You caught a soft light in the corner of your eyes and decided to walk towards it. Your footsteps quiet as you went to inspect whatever it was. Your eyes widened as you saw Grover sitting on a log, a small lamp beside him. You forgot satyrs tended to have great hearing as Grover turned around to face you. “Y/N?” He said.

“Grover…hey.” You said quietly, walking over and sitting next to him. “Hey.” He said back. He was wearing a dark green suit, his brown skin and dark curly hair glowed softly in the light. ‘So he was at the party, I must’ve just not noticed him then.’ You thought to yourself. “Why are you out here by yourself?” You asked the boy. He smiled at you.

“You know parties have never really been my thing, I mainly came because Percy asked me to.” He said truthfully. “Oh.” You said, a slight pang in your chest. ‘So he didn’t come to see me.’ “I also came to see you too.” He said, looking at you with his usual smile. “Oh.” You said once more, your cheeks slightly burning.

“Sorry, I had too overwhelmed with the setting before I could actually see you, so I came out here to calm down.” He said apologetically. “It’s okay, Grover, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable there waiting on me anyways.” You told him. “Thanks.” He said. There were a couple beats of silence before Grover broke it.

“Sooo..college huh? And in New Rome as well.” Grover said, a bit awkwardly. “Yep, I’m also going to help Reyna find a new augur for Camp Jupiter since Octavian’s gone now.” You said, playing with your hands in your lap. “I guess while I’m gone, you’ll be bringing more kids into camp, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded. “Yea, I wish I could come with you, Percy, and Annabeth though.” You smiled and looked down at your hands. “I wish you could too. I mean, we’ve always just been a little group, the four of us. So now it feels weird not having you there with us.” You told him. “Yea, I feel the same way, it’s going to be weird not stopping you and Percy’s arguments anymore.”

“Y/N/Grover I-“ you both spoke at the same time, turning towards each other. “You can go first.” You both said in unison again. You then sighed in annoyance. “How about I go first?” You offered. Grover nodded in agreement. “We leave tomorrow morning and..I didn’t want to leave without telling you how I feel about you, Grover.” You said softly.

“Grover, I love you, I’ve liked you ever since you helped me with my chores in the strawberry fields. You’re also kindhearted and easy to talk to, I feel like I don’t have to have a constant wall up around you, guarding my feelings.” You told him. You felt his hand touch yours.

“I like you too, Y/N, ever since I saw you stand up to Ares alongside Percy.” He said with a smile. “You’re so much more different than me, yet it feels so right to be with you. Your fiery personality and your passion for being a great fighter are what makes you, you, and I love it. I’m glad to have been by your side these past seven years.” He told you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you during the party.”

You turned your head towards the lights in the distance, you still hear the faint music from it. You stood up and brushed off your dress, holding your hand out for him. “Well, we don’t need to be at a big celebration party with all the other campers. We can have one right here, just you and me.” You said as he grabbed your hand and you helped him up.

Grover placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both swayed slowly to the faint music in the background. “Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend now?” He asked you. You laughed softly as his question and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, Grover, yes it does.”

Your moment was cut short by a certain black haired girl and blonde boy standing by the trees. “Ugh, finally!” Annabeth said as Percy chuckled at her side, a hand on her shoulder. “Go away you guys!” You yelled at them, Grover laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

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rosewaterandivy · 3 months

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dread the comin’ of the night

summary: “In summer's heat, I learned to dread, the comin' of the night / The awful things we do to make the head go quiet” from To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe) - Hozier

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Cool water washed against your prickled skin, beads dropping in soft rivulets down the drain. It had long since lost its red tint, fading to a dusty pink and eventually running clear.

You didn’t know how long you’d been here.

You couldn’t recall how you’d gotten here.

Only that you were here and Eddie—

The door of the bathroom banged open to reveal a bloodied and battered Steve Harrington.

His eyes flit from the crumpled heap of blood-stained clothes on the tile, to the smeared trail your fingers took as you eased into the shower, finally landing on your prone form huddled underneath the spray of water.

”Are you—“ He begins before stuttering out into silence. Apparently, whatever he was about to say was of no use.

Instead, he takes a hesitant step toward the shower, fingers resting against the handle of the stall door. Eyes never leaving you, but simply assessing. Finding you rinsed clean of blood and shivering on the floor.

Wait, that can’t be right. The water was hot when he left you, the stall door fogged up with steam. But not any longer, he can see clean through now, can hear the chattering of your teeth.

”Fuck,” He scrubs a hand down his face at the realization.

How could he be so fucking stupid. Leaving you alone? After everything?

The door yanks open, bringing a push of cool air against your chilled skin. A large hand moves to turn off the tap, muttered curses falling from bitten and bloody lips. An arm weaves across your back, another scoops under your knees.

You don’t look up. You don’t react.

Carried down the hall and through a large bedroom, Steve deposits you on a tufted stool and warps you in a towel. You see his lips moving, but whatever he says is lost on you, a staticky sound filling your ears.

He turns and fusses with the taps on the bathtub, fingers running underneath the flow from the faucet, the water coming away tinged red. Deeming it a decent temperature, he plugs the drain and turns to you once more.

You remain immobile on the stool, back to his mother’s vanity table. Steve knows something is wrong, hell, everything is wrong, sees how you clutch the edge of the seat, but you’re not saying anything and you’ve got this far off look in your eye like—

He softly calls your name, “I’m coming to you, alright? Just stay there.”

A solitary nod is all you can give him in the two strides it takes Steve to reach you. He wraps the towel around you, settling it against your shoulders and tugging it tight. Collapsing into his arms before he gets the chance to lock them around, you press your face into his shoulder, scrubbing your brow against the smooth leather.

His hand cradles the nape of your neck, damp hair tangling in his fingers. His thumb rubs in soothing arcs against your skin, a steady pressure against the pounding of your skull.

Your teeth still chatter as you shiver in the balmy air.

Reluctantly, he parts from you to test the water and turn the taps off. Turns back to find the towel slipping from your shoulder again. Gently, Steve holds your hand in his, takes one step and then another leading you to the hot bath he’s prepared.

Tentatively, you step into the water, steam rising from the basin and let a hiss escape from your clenched teeth. Before he can offer to change the temperature, you slip into the tub, hair fanning out in tendrils against the water.

Steve knew you were beautiful. Had seen it year in and year out until you’d gone off to college last fall. But he’d never seen you like this, not even at the senior bonfire last year. Slipping off your shirt and shorts on the dock of Lover’s Lake, the moon seeming to shine from your skin. A screech as you and the other girls jumped into the chilled water, eyes dancing with mischief as you dared the boys to do the same.

But tonight you’re distant— eyes vacant and searching, voice a far memory he’d rather not recall despite it rattling around his skull.

He makes to leave, or at least give you some privacy. A clammy hand tugs at his own, nails digging into his skin.

“Don’t leave me,” You beg, raspy and low. He’d only heard that gravel in your voice once before.

He stays. Shucks his jacket and settles against the cool basin of the tub. Your hand never strays far from his, desperate for a point of contact for proof that he’s there and he’s real. Heart shattering at the sound of your grief, infrequent sniffles accompanied by tears spilling from your eyes and drying along your cheeks.

For lack of something to do, Steve does what he can. Squirts a dollop of shampoo into his hand and works it into your scalp. He feels you tense at the movement, unaccustomed to his touch. Knows it’s not familiar for you, and bites his cheek.

It’s silent in the master bathroom, save for the occasional sloshing of water and sound of the shampoo sudsing up in a lather. You lean forward before he can ask you to, his hands full with your hair. Drawing your legs to your chest, your chin rests against your knees.

And Steve knows he should say something, anything to comfort you. But he lacks the words, couldn’t possibly articulate how sorry he is for you and Eddie getting tangled up in all of this. How could he be of any solace when your best friend is gone, and it’s all Steve’s fault?

Your head dips beneath the water to wash the suds from your hair. As you surface, you rub your fingers against your eyes, lashes coming away wet. Your hand links itself inside of his as you tug him toward the soapy water.

”What’re you—“

”Steve,” You say and he savors the sound as it falls from your lips.

The water moves in small ripples as your fingers dance along his palm, as if you were measuring your hand against his, and he finds himself remembering something about pilgrims and palms.

A flush creeping along your skin, another time and another place. Lips, teeth, tongue, and the lilting sound of your voice:

“For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

But now, your chin is tucked into the hollow space of your collarbone and shoulder, eyes clear and steady.

”You’ve always been so good,” A loud sniffle, a choke.

A shake of his head and your eyes turn cold, your grip tightens on his wrist.

”Don’t you fucking dare, Steve.”

Desperate, again.

”Okay,” He breathes, eyes trailing after your fingers as they dance along his arm. “I won’t.”

Mollified, you let out a sigh and slip your hand from his. Back sinking against the tub, Steve works some conditioner through the ends of your hair. He’s not sure how long you languish in the cooling bath water, opting for a quick shower to scrub himself off.

When he steps out, he finds the bath drained and you back on the stool. It doesn’t startle him, seeing you there. He scrubs the towel through his hair before wrapping it around his hips and stepping toward you.

Somewhere between Steve washing your hair and stepping into the shower, your eyes had grown wet and glassy again.

“What is it?” His hand rubs your jaw, tugs it gently upward until he can see your eyes crawling with veins and lined in red, puffed, swollen. As if you’d never stopped crying.

Steve’s heart breaks with dread when he thinks about why your face split open in acute grief. His tongue feels heavy, laden with lead, always falling short of the right thing to say.

You’ve burrowed into his chest, trying to tuck yourself away in his arms. The fabric of an old Tigers shirt rubbing against his damp skin. Your lashes wet against his neck, tears falling along red raised skin.

“Can we go to bed?” You sob suddenly, shivering in his hold. “Please, I can’t—“

“Sure,” He murmurs, one hand cradling your head. Quiets your rambling and tucks you in bed. You grip his collar and tangle your hands in his hair, press your forehead against his.

Holds you in an attempt to tend to your own heartbreak, clutches you tight rubbing his hands up and down your arms, as if you could sink into his chest. Stay safe inside of him where the pain couldn’t find you.

It’s silent after you distraughtly sobbed yourself to sleep. Steve trying and failing to alleviate your distress. He can hear the crickets and cicadas outside the window, coming alive in the night.

He watches the way you bend and fold in on yourself, curling like a wounded animal. Wonders if you're lost in memories of hands that are more careful than his.

Eventually, Steve turns away too, runs his hand through his hair, and worries himself to sleep in the inky dark.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic

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liberalsarecool · 1 year

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 8 months

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This headcanon is for anyone even if you headcanon Eddie's sexuality differently. I personally think he's bisexual but you do you, pretty little tumblebees. Buzz. Buzz.

Eddie is probably a super senior for a reason. You think he knows he is into men? Probably not. Meanwhile, Steve, who is used to hiding who he is from Hawkins by putting on the mask of King Steve and keeping it from his parents. . .yeah, that guy knows he likes men. He's confident, but he's never had the opportunity other than making out with Tommy a few times. Steve was pretty sure that Vickie likes women for a reason. I mean, other than being supportive of his best friend's crush. Meanwhile, Eddie's the kind of guy who thinks it's straight to think a guy's lips are very kissable. He doesn't question it.

You know, until the spring break from hell is happening, and suddenly Steve Harrington is taking off his sweater. The red alert is blaring loudly in his mind. The brain cells in his head are running around and screaming as the walls he built for himself are crumbling down. Suddenly, he's recalling every interaction he's had with a guy that he's had aggressive feelings about, like Steve in sophomore year. Oh God, he had a crush on the guy. Then he's pulling up the memory files on Billy. Nope, he definitely hated that fucker. Just like that, Eddie needs a smoke, and just like that, Robin is yanking it out of his hand. Which was probably a good thing, because they were probably ruined from his last trip through the lake.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson's gay awakening #bisexual steve harrington

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DAWN TO FLIGHT 🚂 chan & changbin.

part one/four of the skz go to hogwarts! series.

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pair. quidditch captain! chan x fem! reader (+ changbin, minho) | genre. romance, slight angst, smut | warnings. profanity, food, possessiveness, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manipulation, brief mentions of dark magic | word count. 8.6k

synopsis. history will include him in its thickest books. but you? if you stay with him, you’ll be nothing but a mention, an afterthought. ‘she was there, but he was bigger than life,’ and it’ll be true, but it will all be for him, and it wasn’t jealousy or envy—

“Alright everyone, gather up!”

A crisp autumn morning, trees naked of leaves, mountains in the process of preparing for winter, and the Great Lake, its vast deepness, all the creatures concealed beneath the freezing waters—it was Quidditch time. The first practice of the season.

And Chan’s last year as the captain of the Gryffindor team.

Laughs echoed in the oval pitch, five-hundred feet long and one-hundred and eighty feet wide, with the tall spectator towers, four colors to them but switching down to two every match, to signify the playing squads. Red jerseys and flowing capes, helmets, gloves, and brooms of every kind looked back at the leader, ready for some flying action after a long summer break away from Hogwarts. The castle in question appeared grand as ever from afar, its stone walls and top peaks standing proudly, indicating centuries of magic and wizards alike.

“Quit your yapping!” Changbin barked, coming to stand next to his best friend. The murmurs of the crowd seized immediately. “Go ahead, captain,” he smiled brightly at Chan.

Chan smirked, nodding at him. “Thanks for that,” he turned to address his teammates. “Welcome to another year of Quidditch. As you can see, one of our Chasers, as well as our only Keeper have graduated, leaving us no choice but to hold trials for new members. I took it upon myself, Bin here lending me a hand on picking out their replacements.”

He gestured at the unfamiliar figures standing awkwardly at one side, not quite blending in with the rest, brooms clenched tight. The two oldest broke in toothy grins, trying their hardest to reassure. After all, the age difference wasn’t that significant.

“This is Jake, a Third Year student, and Eunwoo, our fellow senior. They’re both excellent fliers that will hopefully help lead us to victory against the Slytherins.” Snickers all around, whispers of not-so-kind words spreading among the team. Chan chuckled, sharing their sentiment. “Yes, no one counted on the loss of last year, but we’ve held that Cup, we know its weight, and we know exactly what to do and how to play to earn it again,” he finished his pep speech with a clap of his hands. “So, then, if everyone’s ready, a round of applause for our new friends, and let’s begin!”

“Let’s fucking go!” Changbin shouted, lifting his broom in the air, before mounting it and flying away to his spot as a Beater, alongside Jungkook.

Practice lasted nearly two periods, the captain dimming it important for everyone to get accustomed to the way the new boys moved around, and of course, to teach them all about their positions. Jake had been recommended by Hagrid, mentioning how he met him back on his First Year, and how much of a natural he was on his broom, passing the class with flying colors, and afterwards helping him with miscellaneous tasks that included heights much taller than the gatekeeper could reach. Eunwoo had played once before as a Seeker when he was much more compact sized and curious about the sport. Then, he’d resigned as classes got more difficult, assignments multiplied, and time was of essence.

Seventh Year seemed like a good year to return to it. It was everyone’s last opportunity to enjoy flying before heading off to jobs at the Ministry, or studying in Trade School, or returning to Muggle life. Their last chance of being carefree, doing something they love unapologetically, without regrets.

For Chan it was one step before going professional, chasing after his dream of being part of his home country’s regional team, the Wollogong Warriors. Australia was an ocean away from England, he’d left it for Hogwarts at an early age, but his heart would never forget his roots, his birthplace. When he’d moved into his dorm, the Warriors poster with the moving team members lining up for the picture, had been the first thing he’d taped on the headboard of his bed. A reminder to never lose focus of his one true love, of what he'd been shown of magic, of flying, at the mere age of six. Being a half-blood, the balance between the two worlds, it was as easy as breathing to him. Because he’d been raised in a loving home, because no one refused him his real nature, what he was, what he’d grow up to be.

Unlike some, Chan had a purpose. A premeditated life. Regional, then international. And no one would get in his way, no one dared. No one could. Being captain of the Gryffindor team was just the start.

“Time!” he yells, flying close to Jake who paused his movements to stare at his captain. “Good play, mate, but you see what you just did there is called stooging. Not more than one Chaser can enter the scoring area,” he explained, patting the boys’ back encouragingly.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Changbin offers, flying past them with his bat.

A slight drizzle made everyone look up at the gathering clouds, a nasty storm winding up to fall upon the grounds. They agreed on doing a few more rounds before Chan called it a day. They all had classes to attend pretty soon, anyway. Not to mention his growling stomach.

“This would be a good time to end it. Great job everyone! Don’t forget, we only have two more practices before our match with Hufflepuff, so please take care of yourselves, and I’ll see you around.”

“Fuck yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed, earning a few whistles and claps.

As everyone landed on their feet, running to escape the rain that grew stronger with each minute, Chan took shelter under the gateway of the field, catching his breath before heading to the Great Hall for some lunch. Changbin stayed behind as well, talking to you about Seeker techniques.

You’d been their Seeker since your Third Year, getting better with each match, winning them the Cup twice. An important member of the team, no one could disagree, but also—his childhood friend, his first friend coming to Hogwarts, and eventually…his fuck buddy.

“Well, why are you just standing there, Bang Chan? Let’s go, I’m starving,” you speak out to him, lifting the hood of your cape, conjuring an invisible umbrella with your wand. “Get under, losers.”

Changbin huffs, his brown hair getting in his eyes, heavy with humidity. “I’ll have you know—”

You sigh, your lips turning inwards into a thin line. “I don’t care, Seo. I’ll leave you to drown. Who forgets their wand? What kind of wizard—” and the bickering continues, the two of you going at it tirelessly, as you make your way to the castle, the yet unchanged green scenery stretching before you.

Chan, ever the smart guy, keeps his wand with him at all times, exactly for situations like these, and fixes himself an umbrella as well, walking alongside you, enjoying the pattering of rain, the way your fingers search for his own, the faintest of touch between you, as you make Changbin go red with embarrassment, your teasing overwhelmingly immodest at times. He doesn’t miss the wink you throw him out of the corner of his eye.

He smiles to himself.

Passing through the Entrance Hall, you cast a drying spell on the three of you, taking off your gear as you head to the Great Hall. It’s uncommonly quiet as you take your seats, the long tables mostly empty, albeit for a few students snacking on fruit and nuts, finishing homework, or reading to themselves. The big windows bleed a cloudy blue over everything, the rain finally taking its full form, hitting against stone, against grass, against still water. You’re smack in the middle, the Gryffindor bench facing straight ahead to the headmaster’s seat at the teacher’s tabletop. McGonagall had gone completely soft on them, what with it being the last year before her retirement and losing the Quidditch Cup, rather unfairly if you might add. Slytherin colors were pretty, but everyone held a certain pride for their Houses; it had nothing to do with prejudice.

Not anymore.

Chan waves to the Ravenclaw table, Jisung hunched over thick books, a big teapot at his side. He seems entirely lost within the words, scribbling away with his quill, but his head snaps upwards, his eyes dazed, as he waves back mechanically.

“Don’t go crazy over there, yeah?” the captain calls out, and Jisung grins, soft hair covering his forehead.

“Assignment due this evening, Bang. Need the credits.”

“He’s a lost case,” Changbin muses, his signature smile in place as food appears in front of them. “Merlin’s beard, is that orange cake?”

You giggle, and dig right in. “You’re the lost case here, Binnie.”

Silence falls upon you as plates clink, utensils move, the pea soup and bread disappearing in record time, pumpkin juice clenching your thirst, cake satisfying your sweet tooth. Changbin’s tooth, especially. That man has an unmatched weakness for dessert of all kinds, it’s unbelievable, yet his physique is even better than Chan’s, something you thought impossible. You’d witnessed his naked upper body and all its glory last year at a game of ‘truth or dare’ in the Gryffindor common room, drunk on firewhiskey. It had been a chaotic night, and most of it a blur, really, but this one thing you remember.

Well into the game, he’d taken a dare. ‘Do fifty push ups shirtless.’ It’d been one of the girls that often followed him around after classes, and she’d said it bravely, like she’d rehearsed it a few times. He complied, of course, jumping at the opportunity to show off his toned arms and chiseled abs. Quidditch helped immensely, but this was work done mostly by himself, in his room. You knew because Chan joined him frequently, the two of them working out into the late hours of the night, when everyone else was asleep.

You also did things after hours, after everyone else had gone to bed. But you’d rather not talk about that, the mere thought painting your cheeks a flushed shade of pink.

“We need to talk strategies,” Chan spoke, his serious face on, as he leaned closer to you. “The new guys are good, but they need to get better. We can’t afford to lose matches.”

“Give them some time, mate, yeah? Jake hasn’t played a game in his life,” Changbin reasoned, enjoying a bite of baked orange.

“That’s true,” you agreed. “Not to mention Jisung’s reading, have you forgotten?”

“For fuck’s sake, not this again.”

Chan’s eyebrows rose. “You don’t believe in Divination, Seo? Is that why you failed so miserably?” His and your eyes meet, the teasing ensuing like it’d never stopped to begin with.

Your friend rested his head on top of his hand, feigning annoyance. “You two idiots are so incredibly gullible, it’s laughable. Seeing the future? What’s next? Flying unicorns?”

You laugh, holding your stomach, the enchanted ceiling thundering. “Says the one that attempted to give them wings as a gift for his sister's birthday.”

“I almost succeeded,” Changbin makes a face, giving up. “Who knew pegasus' really are mythical.” He fake-sulks for a bit, serving himself another slice of cake, gulping it in four bites. “In any case, how’s Slytherin not winning, giving us the Cup by default? There are other teams besides theirs.”

Chan looks at you and you look back, blinking. The silence is deafening. Changbin realizes, choking on juice. You smile, patting his head. Rude.

“Wow. That’s shit spirit for our fellow Houses, isn’t it? Shame on the both of you.”

“All I’m saying is,” the captain raises a leg up on the bench, popping a grape in his mouth. “As long as they don’t get it, I’m fucking content.”

“We’ll discuss strategies at the next practice, okay? I have Charms to attend. Please go to class, N.E.W.T’s are a thing, you know,” you get up, blowing a kiss in their general direction, and wave again at Jisung. He smiles in return. “Both of you go shower, you stink.”

“Love you too, baby girl,” Chan retorts, a lazy smirk on his face.

Your elective courses were giving you a hard time already. You’d never been a top student, nor were you looking to become one now, but your grades had, at the very least, been average, passing you through your exams easily, staying between Acceptable and Exceeding Expectations since your Fifth Year. All this, on top of Quidditch, and wanting to internship at St. Mungo’s—it was too much, you would suffer in ways you’ve never experienced before, you could already tell by the strain on your neck, that ache running down your spine, the thud your bed made every night you’d fall on it.

September hadn’t even ended yet. You sigh as you tighten the hold on your books against your chest, walking to your fourth and last class for the day—Potions. You’d bumped into Changbin earlier, him on his way to Transfiguration, you running a quick errand for your teacher before the subject began. The truth of the matter was, your friends were on a different wavelength than you, and because of that, you’d see them less and less over the course of this year. Chan had taken it upon himself to overlook First Years’ flying lessons, giving his all to that sport he loves so much, with only a couple selective classes to fill in the blanks, and Changbin wanted to become an Auror, so his time was spread across a few things, Defense against the Dark Arts being one, spending his weekends at the Ministry of Magic, and Quidditch bringing you all together.

Meanwhile your dream was to become a Healer, someone that’s supposed to know all, or at least a bit of everything, so in that way, you think you set yourself up for insanity from the get-go. Working hard for extra credits, spending awful hours in the library alongside Jisung, the two of you skimming through countless books, empty teacups, and ink-stained sleeves. If you didn’t have magic, you’d think it impossible for a person to graduate from this school. It was a nightmare already.

But you did it all, anyway. At least there were no wars to be fought, like times passed, at least no dark wizards threatened to burn the world down, kill innocent lives, rule in blood. Just the hum of fall, the sound of lightning over the mountains, early starts in your days, and late notes, draped over answers, and essays, and ancient scriptures written in calligraphy, words unrecognizable—

Sitting down at your usual place in the very front, you waited for your professor, making small talk with your classmate; a pale, Hufflepuff girl you shared a ton of other classes with. She suggested studying together later that night, and you agreed, excited for a different library partner. You liked Jisung, but he was too quiet when focused, too much of a bookworm. Not a bad thing, of course, but not a particularly good match to your more animated character.

“Good evening, class,” the professor entered, smiling kindly.

After the resignation of Slughorn, Potions had never been the same. And still, that old man had half a mind teaching, the other half rubbing shoulders with the rich students, inviting them to his exclusive club every single year. You wondered what it was like back in the day when Severus Snape taught. You figure it was glorious.

“We’ll go over a Sixth-Year potion today, something I’m sure you’re familiar with. The Draught of Living Death.”

His robes swung with him as he turned his back to the rest of you and started scribbling instructions on the board, guiding you through what you’ll need, encouraging you to light the fire under your cauldrons. You take a peek at the back of the class—Kim Seungmin, Head Boy of Ravenclaw, Lee Minho, pureblood of Slytherin, his desk tidy, his fire lit, his eyes shining in the dark ambience of the room. He notices your stare, stares back. You gasp, turning away in a hurry, embarrassed. You’ve never talked to him, yet you grew up together inside the walls of this very castle, shared similar tribulations, and had mutual acquaintances. It was funny, really. You were a muggle-born, and did not belong in this world, learning the same things as him, excelling in them, waving your wand around.

In a different time, you’d be ridiculed for it, he’d hunt you for who you were, what you represented. But as it is now, in modern days, long lines of aristocracy, money dating back to the sixteenth century, mansions with engravings of his very name on his doorstep still very much present—he did not care for such insignificant things, not anymore. None of them did. The wizarding community had shifted, it had finally changed to tread with the footsteps of the times and age. You’d been glad for it, although couldn’t quite shake the feeling of your fellow muggle-borns, how they didn’t have the same privilege you do now, to live free, without shame, amongst people who’ve known this incredible thing since they were born, when you’d only learned of its existence a mere few years ago, through a letter that would change your entire trajectory.

What a strange feeling. Carrying the weight of history.

“Who can tell me the seven ingredients of this potion?”

You raised your hand immediately, eager to voice the answer, and gain your House some points. So were other students, apparently.

“(Y/L/N), go ahead,” he signaled to you, the lines on his forehead carved deep, that friendly smile never leaving his aged face.

“Valerian root, Moondew, Flower head…”

After class ended it was already dark, the grounds illuminated by the flames of torches. Making your way with the Hufflepuff girl to the Great Hall for dinner, (her name was Chaeyoung she’d introduced herself); she’d seen you around with the boys, but was too shy to approach you, was very glad when you did. Loud voices, and relieved students filled the corridors, ready for some food and a good night’s sleep, and you couldn’t agree more—if only you didn’t have to spend most of your night at the dreaded library, with its frightening silence, and tall bookshelves that stretched as far as the eye can see.

“Hello, Gryffindor girl.”

Your yawn was cut short, books clutched tight against your chest—next to you, falling in step, was Royalty Incarnate Lee Minho, the very guy you failed to look straight in the eye only moments prior. You both blinked at each other, as your feet instinctively stopped moving.

Chaeyoung eyed you strangely, as did most students that passed by you. Minho seemed to pay them no mind, as if they didn’t even exist. Such was the nature of Slytherins, encasing themselves in glass, stepping over everything that did not serve their purpose, going through life aloof, unapproachable. What was this boy doing with you, then? What was his business?

“Can I help you?” you prodded him to continue, curious.

Dark purple hair falling into round, glittery eyes—for many centuries now, you’d learned, this was the Lee family’s signature give-away; silky, prune colored hair. Just as was Hwang's slitted, serpent-like shape of the eyes. There’s been so many of them, the line running so far back, that these things have developed a pattern, a tradition. Like freckles or moles for the Muggles, but grander, more distinct.

He gives you a quick smile, kind but impatient. He really is very handsome, you think, but— otherworldly, not to be messed with, not to be touched. Dark magic in human form. The only student to have a Phoenix feather wand core in all their school years. Powerful. You’ve only known him by rumor, never by fact.

“Certainly,” he replies curtly. “You are to be a Healer, yes?”

You furrow your brows, no idea as to where this was heading. “Indeed.”

Minho grins at you, then, all perfect straight teeth, boyish charm. “Excellent. A very promising intern, I hear.” To your evident confusion he provided an explanation, “My family is directly involved with the hospital. I require your assistance,” he stopped mid sentence, and glanced at Chaeyoung who was listening in.

“Excuse us,” he spoke politely, grabbing you by the arm. You looked at him bewildered, but followed along just for the sake of understanding why, out of everyone and especially a Gryffindor, would be his first thought of selfless aid?

“I am in the process of starting a very intricate potion, Ms. (Y/L/N), and having heard of your Potions grades, as well as the exemplary impression you’ve left on the Head of St. Mungo’s, I just had to recruit you,” he finishes, and gives you one long convincing look, before moving away, his touch dropping from your aching arm.

His words don’t quite register in your ears. Sure, you were a fairly good student and tried your absolute best with your internship, but what sort of potion couldn’t be followed with simple book instructions and a friend’s support?

Minho’s eyes flashed. It dawned on you. Unless…

“This isn’t school related, is it?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Bringing your books closer to you, your mouth turns into a thin line, disapprovement on the ready. You did not know this boy, had nothing to do with him, and certainly owed him even less. What he was asking of you was—ridiculous. Insane. Intriguing.

“And what is your purpose with this potion, Lee?” you asked after a short pause.

The Slytherin straightened his back, smoothed his expensive robes with one hand, and glanced at you over his nose. You did not break eye contact, determined to get the truth out of him. Serpents had a way of manipulating themselves out of situations—you’ve seen all of their tricks.

“Step the fuck back, Minho.”

A body crashed onto yours, enveloping half of you into big, muscled arms, a familiar cologne invading your nostrils. Bang Chan to the rescue, as always, Changbin close behind, both clad in warm, red sweaters with your House emblem. Looking up at your best friend’s angular face, you couldn’t help but notice the barely contained possessiveness he’s been letting himself show more and more lately. Both boys had always been protective of you, but considering the last relationship status change you’ve had with the captain, it made the dynamic strange, the waters untested. You, unsure of how to feel when he acted like this.

The purple haired boy smirked faintly, hands raised in front of him. “No trouble here, Bang, just small conversation between classmates. We’re allowed, are we not?”

Chan’s hand squeezed your shoulder, a silent question. You nodded your head, something he saw out of the corner of his eye, his hold relaxing slightly. Nothing changed in his stance, though. Defensive, ready to kill for his own—a true Gryffindor, through and through.

“What would you have to say to my girl?” It felt like time stopped, as soon as he uttered the word. “Say it, then. Go on.”

People were beginning to gather; Changbin cleared his throat in warning. You looked around, sighing as you did. It always had to be a showdown, a fight for dominance with Chan. Feeling your blood boil, and your nerves strain in the back of your head, you jerked away from him, Minho smugly watching you do so, hands coming to clasp together behind his back.

“Let’s go, Chaeyoung,” you said to your new friend, desperate to leave all three boys stewing in their own testosterone.

“Seems like you jumped the gun there, Christopher, yeah?”

“(Y/N),” his voice yelled after you. “(Y/N) wait, goddamnit!”

“Let her go, Chan.”

“Like hell I am,” was the last thing you heard, before the same arms pulled you towards the opposite direction of the one you were heading, the Hufflepuff girl gasping audibly at your capture.

“Listen to Changbin, Bang Chan,” you warned him, fighting against his scorching touch.

“When do I ever listen, baby girl?”

His breathing erratic, eyes determined, mouth set, the Gryffindor took you to the West wing of the castle, away from everyone else at this hour of the evening, and shoved the both of you inside a forgotten closet, wand out to mutter, “Capacious Extremis.”

The space enlarged twofold at once, and you were able to wiggle out of his vicious grasp with a forceful tug. He let you, that dark gaze studying you intensely.

“What the fuck was that?” you demand, beyond furious with his caveman behavior.

He huffs, passing a hand through his disheveled hair. “Never fucking mind that—what were you doing with Lee Minho out in the open like that?”

You scrunch your face. “‘Out in the open’? What does that even mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He stared you down with hard eyes, trying to figure you out. That’s what Chan did the most; tried to figure everyone out, what made them tick, what was the thing closest to their souls. So he’d be prepared, so he wouldn’t lose. You sigh, suddenly exhausted. It was a wise choice you’d made long ago, picking your fights with him.

This one just wasn’t worth it.

“We were just talking, Chan,” you move your feet to close the gap between your bodies. “I promise.”

Another thing about your captain—he will never waste a good opportunity.

Your lips smash together as his arms wrap around your waist and back protectively, possessively. He groans into the kiss, his tongue taking yours for a short dance, a fight of sorts, pleasure shooting through you like an arrow, like all the other times before, where he’d cornered you, asked for your surrender. Snatched you, anyway. He had this instinct of knowing what you wanted, what you most craved.

Right now it was him, what he offered. His hands on you, fingers tracing their way back into places he’s explored before, has owned countless times after hours, in beds, couches, cold astronomy stairs, closet walls…

“Obedient, are we now?” He mumbles smugly against your mouth, trapping you between his firm chest and stoned wall.

You grab the sides of his face and bring him back in, savoring the minty taste of his full lips. His hands immediately disappear under your robes, lower themselves to your skirt, pulling it up, sinking into the wet fabric of your cotton underwear. You gasp, and let out a broken moan, pressing into his calloused palm, loving the friction it provides for your aching pussy.

“Shut up and fuck me, Bang Chan,” you whisper in his ear, as you cup him over his trousers. He hisses, cursing your name. You smile. “Think you can do that?”

Chan chuckles darkly, rubbing circles over the small bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. You roll your hips on his digits, holding onto him for dear life, nails digging on his broad shoulders, stomach churning, his cock stirring for attention in your other hand. Your lip trapped in between your teeth, you unzip his pants, dipping in his briefs in search for that delicious length that has filled you so many nights. And days. Some afternoons, after practice, not so far away from the rest of the team, something you both had giggled about, the exhilarating feeling of getting caught messing with your minds—

You’ve fucked a lot, you realize, cheeks burning. But it always made sense, it always felt good. You’d told yourself when it stops being those things, you’d walk away, but as he pulls your panties down, and you guide him to your entrance, sloppy, wet kisses running down your neck, to your collar, over your breast, you think it might not be so easy, after all.

Chan sinks inside you slowly, growling as he does. He squeezes your ass, your thigh circled tightly around his hip, but it’s not enough. Not for you, not for him. He needs more, he needs control.

“Jump on me, baby,” his voice is soft but the command is curt.

You lose contact for a split second as you slightly jump in his arms, the hardness of the wall digging into your back. The pain barely registers in your brain, as he slams into your cunt with fervor this time, the stretch incredible, his length hitting the deepest spots inside of you, so deep you feel him in your tummy. Your head drops on his shoulder, and you’re unable to control your moans, your very self, as skin hits skin, the sound filthy, sweat dripping from your forehead and staining his sweater, his hot breath on your cheek, whispering incredible things, words that will have you seeing stars—

You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl, clenching around my dick so good, go on, take whatever you need, you know I got you, I’ll give it to you, love, let me see your face, let me see that pretty fucking mouth. Fuck, baby you’re so wet…

Your thighs hurt where he holds you, but your release is so close you couldn’t care less about bruises and soreness. You use his shoulders to sink down as he pistols up, the both of you entirely focused on getting off, sex in its most primitive form. You miss the eyes full of awe, of adoration, or more like, you ignore them. You won’t comment on the way he presses his mouth on the apple of your cheek, either, your name nothing but a ghost of a whisper on his tongue, a way of pushing himself forward, of bringing you to your climax.

“Come on, baby girl, give it to me. Give me a good one, milk my cock, that’s it, fuck, that’s my girl, such a good little slut, aren’t you?” He grunts on your skin, moving his lips to your ear, picking up the pace, tearing you from the inside out. “For me. Just for me.”

“Yes, yes…” you moan, and clench around him one last time, your body convulsing, vision blurry.

He chases after you, thrusts fast and precise, spilling around your tight walls, his load hot and sticky, and he wants nothing more than to—your legs touch the floor at once, as his hands grab your face aggressively, bringing you in for an open mouthed kiss, sweaty and breathy, mouths dry and searching, always searching for each other. You’d be lying if you said this didn’t mean more sometimes, somehow.

Sometimes it’s everything, it’s all that holds you down, that could hold, gravity meaningless pitted against Bang Chan and his warmth, the way he envelops you in his arms, the safest place in the world. As you play side by side, as you fight for the same cause. It’s easy and it’s familiar, and it’s home. As natural as breathing.

“Tell me you’ll keep your head straight,” he says seriously, looking down at you worriedly. “Minho is…” his dark eyes cloud over, “Don’t go making deals with the devil on me just yet, you hear me?”

You sigh into him and he shakes you gently, getting your eyes on his face again. “Please, (Y/N)?”

You nod, rubbing your wet thighs together, remembering you have a library date with a girl you left behind unexpectedly. What must she be thinking?

Oh, but who cares? This was so worth it.

“Okay. If it means that much to you, I won’t.”

“You promise?” He doesn’t let you go.

“Yes, Chan,” you say pointedly. “Jesus.”

He cleans you up with a quick spell, his hands raising your panties up your hips, touch lingering. You wiggle out of his grasp, giggling. He smirks, still crouching down as you open the closet door and walk away from him.

“Leave him out of this!” He calls out behind you.

“He’s your God, too,” you sing teasingly, making a run for the Great Hall.

The fourth Saturday of September, just before Hallowe’en, Gryffindor competes against Hufflepuff.

It’s a tough match, only for the incessant stormy weather that’s been building up, turning the field into a muddy mess, clouds hanging low for days, visibility incredibly poor. Practice had been good, but not great and flying conditions were, to say the least, not ideal, but the team has had to go through worse, and so they’d persevere as they always did, with a strategy set in place, everyone knowing exactly what they were supposed to do, instructed down to a T.

Bang Chan yelled for Jake to watch out as Yang Jeongin, a Fifth-Year Beater knocked one of the Bludgers his way, bat swinging, competitive smile on his pale face.

Jake momentarily lost control of his broom, cursing as he came down fast, holding on to the wooden stick for dear life.

Chan motioned for Changbin to go help him, as he pushed through the two Chasers standing in his way, Quaffle under his arm, heading straight for the opponent’s hoop. Thunder cracked as the ball went past the Keeper and into the big ring behind her, earning Gryffindor another point.

“Fuck yeah!”

The towers burst into applause and cheering, a small Second-Year boy announcing the success of his Houses’ team, praising the captain. Chan threw his fist in the air, basking in the attention and excitement of the crowd, Changbin and Jungkook flying close to clap his hand and back, as they flew past and back to their positions.

“Another great goal from captain Bang Chan! We’re counting eighty points, so far, to Hufflepuff’s sixty.”

The game had been in progress for two hours now, but the adrenaline rushing through Chan’s veins, his ego inflating, expanding over his team, his boys (and girl)—it meant everything. Tiredness was just a concept in front of all this; glory and winning, for an athlete, was greater than anything else. Nothing could come close, could compare. Perhaps, with the single exception of you bouncing on his cock, head thrown back, nails digging into his skin, absolutely beautiful in your vulnerability.

But the rain grew nastier, colder as the end was still nowhere in sight. You’d been searching through the heavy clouds for the Golden Snitch nonstop since the game had started, with not much luck. You’d encountered the opposing team's Seeker once or twice, but for the most part you were flying solo, half blind, while your team fought the good fight underneath you, compensating for your apparent bad seeking skills. You were frustrated, growing angrier by the minute with yourself for losing the small golden ball so fast. If only you could get one good glimpse of it…

“Losing your touch, (Y/L/N)?” Kim Sunoo teased, shouting over the rain as his broom whooshed behind you.

“Not a fucking chance,” you yelled back.

“C’mon, let’s fly above!”

One reason you enjoyed playing with Hufflepuff—this. The healthy competitiveness, the good spirit of the game, and a promised fun time, nothing less nothing more. It was such a stark contrast to Slytherin’s sinister, sneaky way of navigating through the game. And the injuries were considerably fewer, as well, the stakes never higher than necessary.

Above the storm, it was quiet. Peaceful. The both of you halted your brooms, stilling for a second, scanning the serene skies for the Snitch. Sunoo frowned, disappointed and embarrassed to go back down with empty hands, and you were too, determined to find the freaking thing and end this forsaken match—

There. On the horizon, much closer than it looked.

“Bye, Sun!” You laugh, as you rush towards your desired target, hand outstretched, so near you could feel it, taste it.

Victory.

“Hey!” You heard before you dipped in the clouds, the rain and clapping of thunder entering your ears once again. It did not matter.

You had a clear view of the ball, and you’d get it. No matter what.

“A missed shot from Sim Jaeyun, a shame for the Gryffindor team!”

Not for long, you thought as you willed your broom to fly faster, wiggling your fingers as if that would be any help to achieving your task, the Snitch teasing you with its whimsical moves. You were relentless, though, years of experience preparing you for its mood and difficulty to attain.

You really just had to go for it.

So, you did, Sunoo flying dangerously close, his own hand reaching. In your attempt to trap it in your palm, your broom tumbled and knocked you over. A scream tore from your throat, lightning flashing, as you almost lost control and fell off your trusted stick—if the Hufflepuff hadn’t helped you upright, his grip tight on your shoulder. Your heart beat fast, as your eyes went wide, head snapping his way.

“Thank you!”

The Fifth-Year smiled at you, his cheeks rosy and cute. “No problem. Go before I come for it.”

You nodded quickly, and parted a cloud appearing on the field waving your fist around. The crowd watched you fly to your teammates, the intensity of the rain calming down as if on cue, Chan the first to notice your arrival.

“It seems (Y/L/N) (Y/N) has caught the Golden Snitch!” Roars sounded off like sirens. “Gryffindor wins!”

The colors on the high towers then show yellow and red, proud and bright, even amidst the grayness, and you grin wide and content, as you come face to face with your best friend and captain. Your boyfriend, he would correct you.

He’s glowing, wet and exhausted, pearly whites showing. “That’s my fucking girl!” He barks, as the entire team erupts in celebratory song.

‘Come around and see

Gryffindor will win

With Bang Chan in our team

And (Y/N) as our Queen

Gryffindor shall win!’

The common room was rowdy, to say the least.

Seventh-Years had snuck alcohol in from The Three Broomsticks Inn apothecary, and were currently helping themselves and others to a few cups of it. The fire was lit, the walls rich in color, the music blasting and the portraits laughing and discussing their own years at Hogwarts, their historical wins against the other Houses and their parties that lasted until the early hours of the next day, charms keeping the voices and ruckus from echoing throughout the rest of the castle.

Bang Chan and Changbin were busy being obnoxiously loud and quite drunk in the middle of the room, many students gathering around them like true fans, asking the two make-believe celebrities of Gryffindor all sorts of questions they had absolutely no problem answering. Your boyfriend was sprawled over the leather couch, freshly showered, brown hair falling over his eyes in loose curls, as his most trusted friend occupied the armchair, a mug of firewhiskey filled to the brim, making his eyes glossy and his mood light.

You shook your head at them, chuckling softly as two younger girls approached you, congratulating you on today’s win. You thanked them politely, popping a few nuts in your mouth. You could never be them; the center of attention, the center of the universe, it felt like sometimes, but you were just as deserving of praise and honor as them. Being a Seeker was hard enough, but being held at the same standards as Bang Chan?

Impossible. You wondered how he did it, then reminded yourself that he was born for this. Fame, prestige. He loved it, lived for it, and had dedicated his entire life for it. It was second nature to him, but to you?

Oh, but it’d end soon enough. And then a whole other chapter would unravel itself for you to tread carefully through it. The rest of your life, your career, what you’ve been working so hard towards. Quidditch was a hobby, and a damn good one, but it wasn’t the end goal.

Chan finds your gaze and holds it, smiling suggestively your way, and winking. You smile back, lifting your cup to him. He beams, and your heart swells.

You loved him but this, whatever you two had, would end too. And none would be the wiser. You couldn’t call it a waste of time; after all, for what it was, it made sense. Plus the sex was incredible. But you couldn’t ignore the cold, hard truth—he’d leave for Australia, and you’d go into intensive training at the hospital, books and medicine being more than enough to fill your time.

He’d ask you to go with him, and you’d get defensive and ruin your friendship. He’d get mad and you’d go months without communication, until finally you’d hear news of his dating another girl, someone that could keep up with him, and break your own heart ten times worse than before. It would play out exactly like this, because that’s the natural way of a relationship between an athlete and a bookworm. There’s no meeting halfway for them, there’s no meeting at all.

You notice a couple making out on the stairs going up to the dorms, a full table of Six-Years playing cards, and your team preparing for butterbeer pong, a tradition of yours at this point, introduced years ago by a muggleborn that established it as the game-to-play after a successful match. It was harmless enough.

Except for the fact that your captain was an incredibly competitive and stubborn man that took everything way too seriously.

“Round!” Changbin roars, as all the boys cuss and down shots of firewhiskey at once. “Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“One hell of a headache is waiting for you tomorrow, Bin,” you comment as you near the long table the game is about to take place on.

Chan is helping set the cups in order with his wand, Jungkook filling them with the appropriate amount of the beer concoction, the red of their wool sweaters in such contrast to their pale complexion.

“I’m a wizard, honey, I’ll make it go away before you can say Merlin’s full name.”

Everyone in close proximity clutched their chests, laughing at the burn. You raised your eyebrows daringly. Challenge accepted.

“Sure, though not a very good one, are you, honey?” You retorted mockingly.

“Well, shit, you got me there.”

The room burst in ‘ooh’s’ as someone lifted your arm, declaring you the winner of this little showdown. Chan chuckled, the side of his mouth lifting, admiring your proud face. He was next to you before you could even blink, taking you in his strong arms and crushing you against him, lips on your ear, breath warm, comforting.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

You smirk, pulling away slightly. “The best kind.”

His hand snaking its way around the nape of your neck, he brings you in for a kiss. You could taste so many things on him, but you think his heart was the most rewarding of them all. Your foreheads touch, as everyone in the room fades away, light years away, the two of you holding gravity, and the fucking axis of the very earth in place.

Nothing mattered when you were with Bang Chan, and you were beginning to think that wasn’t such a good thing, after all.

“The only kind,” he swears. “The only one I want.”

The game starts with Eunwoo missing a clear shot, and paying the price for it. After him, Jungkook follows (three wins in a row before ultimately losing), a giddy Changbin nearly ending the game at once with his excellent performance, but not before knocking everything over as Jungkook tackled him for “cheating.”

“No one leaves until I have a fucking turn!” Chan barks, and the team scrambles to pick up the mess, setting the table for their leader.

The entire common room gathers with bated breath to watch their captain win against beer and plastic balls, and you can’t help but marvel at the way all seems to still for this man. He carried such power, such influence, and he was the nicest thing around. Always fair, loyal, a sweetheart to his friends, a general out on the field. You’d follow him to battle if it came down to it, as would literally every single person in this room.

It was very sudden, your need for oxygen. The air was stifling, everything moving in slow motion as Chan succeeded in putting the sixth ball in the glass cups. A new song is in the process of writing itself for your favorite boy, you sense it in your bones, in the way the people in the portraits haven’t said a word since he started playing.

History will include him in its thickest books. But you? If you stay with him, you’ll be nothing but a mention, an afterthought. ‘She was there, but he was bigger than life,’ and it’ll be true, but it will all be for him, and it wasn’t jealousy, nor envy—

It was confidence in knowing you deserved better. The best.

“Where are you going?” He asks, when you move away from his peripheral vision.

Heads snap towards the question, curious.

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, drowning. “Please don’t follow me,” you continue in a smaller voice, hoping he hears you.

And it must’ve been something in your stance, or your face, or your eyes, who fucking knows, because this time—

He doesn’t chase after you. He listens.

Your feet take you to the Great Entrance.

For what time it was, you expected no one else to be around, making it easier for you to break down and cry after a long, stressful day. You weren’t particularly keen on letting anyone in on the small fact that you were losing your entire mind over how hectic your life had become, and you certainly weren’t about to be reckless about being out of your dormitory after hours.

It was fairly simple to move around the castle at night, though, if one was careful enough. There was only one teacher patrolling the corridors and they were currently located on the other side of the staircase, giving you the go to make a run for it.

You’d also placed a silencing charm on you, for good measure, because you weren’t about to be the person that gave and took away points from their House all in one day.

You never counted on coming face to face with Lee Minho like this. He took notice of your nervous state, and it was then you noticed the pin on his robes. Head boy, you shut your eyes tightly, cursing yourself inwardly. Of course.

“I take it your midnight stroll didn’t go exactly as expected?” He comments sarcastically, but his tone is flat, and his perfectly shaped left eyebrow is raised.

He’s taller than you, not by much, and you guess the authority he holds also gives the illusion of height, multiple books hovering in mid air behind him. You guess he was making his way from the library to his last patrol of the night before resigning to the Slytherin dorms in the dungeons.

It really was just your luck bumping into him, wasn’t it? Especially after that one awkward evening a couple of weeks ago, his proposition still unanswered days and days after. Minho blinked twice at you, seeming to be waiting for your answer to his remark.

You snap out of it, biting your lip, and you see him follow the movement indifferently, your cheeks turning red under his intense stare. He doesn’t seem to pay your embarrassment any mind, though, as he deems you unworthy of his time and goes to pass right past you.

“You still haven’t told me,” you call out. He stops. Turns. You hesitate slightly, “The reason why you’re making an illegal potion.”

He muses your words for a second, turning them over in his mind. “Not so much illegal, as…frowned upon.”

Huh? “Well, what is it?” You press, taking a brave step forward towards him.

His beauty is unparalleled, only perhaps, and you do not say this lightly, second to that of Hwang Hyunjin’s, making it so incredibly hard for you to look at him straight on. His eyes are so big and glittery, looking as if they’ve swallowed entire stars in them, and his jawline is so sharp and sexy it feels like you’re cheating on Chan just by glancing his way. He looked immaculate, even at this late time, and you’d blame it on the pure blood thing, but Changbin was upstairs making a fucking fool of himself, ten different stains on his clothes, drunk beyond all reason at this point, you’d bet good money on it.

Not Minho. Never Minho.

“It’s dark magic, (Y/N),” he nears you slowly, taking his sweet time with a prey like you. “Necromancy.”

You looked at him, and looked again, just in case he was making some sort of sick, twisted Slytherin joke that you didn’t understand and were just another victim of. Dark humor is eclectic, yes, but harmless in the long run. Unfortunately, he wasn’t batting an eye to your reaction. If anything, he appeared to be…disappointed?

It was hard to tell through a million layers of frost.

“Dark magic is illegal, Minho,” you say and you feel like the dumbest person alive at that moment.

He stares at you like you are. “Many would disagree,” he retorts calmly. “All magic is the same to a wizard.”

You tilted your head, begging for him to be joking, and certainly not enjoying the glamoured jab at your blood. It was petty and so below who you perceived him to be, that you had to second guess the way he worded it in order to keep your sanity.

And your points.

“You want to raise the dead?” You whisper incredulously.

He smiles briefly at that, but his mask quickly falls back into place. “I’m offering you a chance to make one of the most difficult, intricate potions known in magic history. The craft is something that interests you, correct?”

You stutter, feeling like you’re being manipulated into something completely out of your comfort zone. Despite this knowledge, you can’t bring yourself to refuse.

“Yes, but I would very much like to stay out of Azkaban if I can help it.”

He considers you seriously, then. You almost think he’s gonna turn around and dismiss you, considering you unable to complete his task, but then he takes one step closer and gazes at you through thick eyelashes.

“I’m enchanting skeletons for Hallowe’en.”

You squint up at him. “You’re lying. You don’t need a potion for that.”

His lip twitches, and you think you see a ghost of another of those rare smiles. It’s gone too soon for you to tell. A purple strand of hair falls in his eye, and your fingers itch to touch it.

“Will you help me?” He chooses to ignore your statement.

“Now I’m helping you?” You challenge him, before you can stop yourself. “Where did all those other fancy words go?”

Minho drinks you in, every single one of your features being studied, before he pulls back, a breathy chuckle escaping his pretty mouth.

“I can see what he sees in you.”

“Don’t make this about him.”

There goes that infuriating eyebrow again. “Oh?”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll help you,” you repeat the, apparently, Slytherin taboo word. “If you tell me what I’m getting myself into.”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you see him lean towards you, his cheek touching the side of your face, a woody scent enveloping your senses. You’re unable to move, it seems, he has you under a complete spell—and it’s not the one you cast with a wand. I underestimated him, you think, panicking.

“A revolution, sweetheart,” his enchanting voice whispers in your ear. The castle stares back as your eyes glaze over with numbness. “Your name in history books. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

And it shouldn’t have taken you as long to figure out as it did, Chan’s words of caution ringing true in your head, because nothing could be clearer, really—

Lee Minho is a Ligilimens.

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Fire Side - Eddie Munson

*NOT MY GIF*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a campfire with friends, you look at your best friend Eddie in a brand new light. Good thing he brought his van.

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! mature language, alcohol, jealous!eddie, smut, virgin!reader, reader is 18, The Van.

Word count: 4.3K

"To no more tests, no more shitty cafeteria food and NO MORE SCHOOL!"

As Steve bellowed from on top of a log, you and your friends cheered in excitement, each with a red solo cup in hand. The graduating class of 1985 - well, you and your friends- had gathered by Lover's Lake to set up a bonfire to celebrate the end of senior year. And while he wasn't able to graduate this year, Eddie Munson , as per your incessant pestering, had tagged along with you.

Eddie had been your best friend since your junior, his first senior, year. You'd been nose deep in your schedule when you'd collided with the long haired dungeon master. You'd been knocked right to the floor, the wind smacked right out of you, whilst Eddie stood tall.

"Wow, okay, you're alright, there you go" he'd said, hoisting you up and brushing the dust from your back. "Ouch, Click's history. Rough."

"Had them before?" you asked , taking your books from him as he grabbed them from the floor.

"Let's just say our relationship has not been one of love."

You'd been close with Eddie ever since, but it was your senior year - Eddie's second- that you became best friends. You had nearly every class together, ate lunch together, and hung out almost every day after school at your place or his. You were practically attached at the hip. So when Eddie said he was gonna skip out on the bonfire, you simply wouldn't put up with it. After nagging him for a good twenty minutes straight, he'd said yes to shut you up.

But he was secretly glad he'd come. He loved spending time with you, no matter the setting or reason. He would sit with you and watch paint dry if it meant that you two were hanging out.

The bonfire party consisted of you, Eddie, Steve and Robin, Nancy and a few others. As the night went on and the sky darkened, and the booze ran low, people started to file on to their bikes and head for home until it was just you five left. You five and a bottle of vodka.

"And who hid this from the rest of us?"

"Always gotta bring a spare for the after party, Y/n. Have I taught you nothing?" Steve said, ruffling your hair playfully as he sat down next to you on the logs. He cracked the cap on the bottle. "Ladies first?"

"Straight?" you said, hoping for at least a soda to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

"Why, are you coming on to me?" Steve said with a suggestive wink.

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

"It'll be fine , watch." Steve took a tiny swig from the bottle, grimacing lightly as he swallowed. "See." You could see him fighting back a cough.

"Was that meant to impress me, Harrington?"

"Are you impressed?"

You chuckled at your friends antics, ducking down as Harrington ruffled your hair again, this time harder.

Beside you, Eddie was not laughing. Far from it. A simmering anger was spluttering inside of his chest, much like the sparks from the embers of the fire. The way Steve was talking to you - flirting with you- made his blood boil. He was so flippant about it! In front of your friends too! Eddie clenched his hands by his sides, trying his best to shove this anger- or was it discomfort?- down and just enjoy the night. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, however, when you grabbed the bottle from Steve and took a large sip with a straight face, not breaking eye contact with your friend.

Jesus Christ, Eddie thought.

Why not just make out in front of us all?

The bottle got passed around a few times, and soon a happy buzz had worked its way on to all five of you. The fire was dying down, only a light glow now, casting orange light on to everyone's faces. Robin's head rested gently on Nancy's shoulder, eyes closed and murmuring to keep up with the conversation. Moments later, Nancy took on the same tired exterior, resting her head on top of Robin's.

"You guys had enough?" You asked, putting your hand on Nancy's shoulder. She yawned loudly in response. "I think it's time to get them home, Harrington." you said, tossing Steve his keys.

"Yeah, even when the kids aren't around I'm still playing baby sitter." He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. "Don't tell anyone, but I've been having soda all night."

"Wow, party animal. You gonna be okay to drive?" you joked, smiling at Steve's gracious role of designated driver even on graduation night.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'll leave you a message when we're all home." He wrapped his arms over your shoulder in a friendly hug. "Night, squirt. See ya, Eddie!" he called to your best friend, who simply waved in response.

After helping Steve get the girls into his car, you plopped down next to Eddie on the logs, the glow from the moon making his pale skin look ivory in the dark. He was staring into the embers of the fire, twisting his rings round his fingers.

With a tired, but happy, sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I'm sad you didn't graduate with us, Eds, 's gonna be weird not getting to see you every day." Beneath your head, you could feel Eddie tense up.

"Well, you've got Harrington for that now." He laughed humourlessly as he said it, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" lifting your head abruptly when Eddie stood, shifting his feet with his hands in his jean pockets.

"Just that, clearly, Harrington can make you happy. So you won't need to miss me too much. Steve's gotcha covered from here , it seems." He laughed to himself again. "I mean, god, could it be more obvious that he's hot for you? Guy is shameless."

"What?" you gawked at your best friend, a mix of confused and slightly angry at his sudden outburst. "What are you talking about he's hot for me?" In any other situation, Eddie's phrasing would have made you laugh. Now it just made you mad.

"Oh come on, Y/n, he was practically rubbing it in my- our faces all night. Touching your hair all the time? He's gone textbook, which is the first time I think anyone has ever said that for Steve."

"Hey, leave him alone man." You were fully angry now, pissed off at Eddie's change in demeanour. "There's nothing going on with Steve and I. And even if there was - if he wasn't still obviously in love with Nance- why would it be anything to do with you?"

"Because!"

"Because what?"

"Because you're my best friend, and I should know these things, and not have it shoved in my face. God, he was practically eye fucking you all night!" Eddie ran his hands through his hair to try and calm his nerves, but he was on fire right now. He was shaking he was so distraught at the thought of Harrington getting to you.

Before he could tell you, or show you, how he felt about you.

Your mouth was agape in shock at Eddie's words. Shocked both at his sense of entitlement to know which boys you were or were not getting with, and at his vulgarity. Steve had been his normal friendly self all night. He made sure you were having fun, he took care of Robin and Nancy. He was just normal Steve.

What had made Eddie so...off?

"What the hell is your problem, Eddie?" you took a step closer to your friend. You were about arms length apart now. "You're being an asshole right now."

"You wanna know my problem?"

"Uh, yeah, that's why I asked."

Eddie paused for a second, rocking on the balls of his feet. Then, in one smooth stride, he walked to you, grabbed your face in his hands.

And kissed you.

Eddie was kissing you.

It was intense, and hard. He grasped your face so gently in his hands, the force of his lips seeming that much bigger. When the initial shock wore off, you pulled away breathlessly.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your hands on his forearms. You were so, so confused. So why were you enjoying it? In those ten short seconds, you'd had a better kiss than in your whole high school experience. Eddie pulled back with a deep sigh.

"That's my problem. Harrington getting to touch you, not a big fan." His hands still rested on your face, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks. When you didn't pull away, he touched his forehead to yours gently. "I've liked you for so long, Y/n. So long. And you know I'm not a big feelings guy, but, God, seeing Steve with you tonight just made me wanna scream." You laughed slightly at him. "Oh, that's funny to you , is it?"

"You were jealous, of Steve?"

Eddie looked down at his feet, smiling to himself gently. "Of course that's the bit you listen to." You moved your hands to smooth out his wild hair. You felt like the wind had been kicked from your lungs. Eddie liked you, Eddie was jealous of Steve touching you? As much as you were confused, the small flicker of warmth in your stomach was fanned into a flame as Eddie let out a deep chuckle. "Anything else you picked up on there?"

He was looking so deeply, so intently, into your eyes you felt as though he was seeing your very soul. His hands crept their way up to the back of your head, twining his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. "Well," you said, taking on a teasing tone despite your heart thrumming in your chest, "I don't get the jealousy thing." Eddie furrowed his brows. Had he not been clear before? "I don't get being jealous. It's not like Steve and I," you leaned in, hovering your lips over the shell of his ear, "touch here." You lightly kissed the skin below his lobe, grinning when Eddie sucked in a sharp breath.

Lowering your head, you dragged your lips down Eddie's neck. "It's not like he touches me," you kissed his adam's apple, dragging your teeth down to where his shoulders met his neck, "here." You ran your hands up Eddie's arms, lingering around his face and tracing his lips with the tip of your finger. "Wouldn't let him touch me there."

Eddie felt like he was going to implode. Your touches were driving him crazy, and if you didn't just kiss him again, he was gonna go out of his mind. You ceased your movements. "You've got no reason to be jealous of anything, Eds."

"Does Harrington know that?"

"Steve's not here, Eddie." You dropped your hands to your sides. "And even if he was, I wouldn't dream of kissing anyone else but you-"

Eddie's lips cut you off in another searing kiss, this time you reciprocated. It was all teeth and lips, hands in hair, and hands roaming anywhere they could reach. Eddie's lips felt like magic against your own, better than any kiss you'd ever had. When Eddie tugged against your hair, lowering his lips down to nip and kiss the skin of your neck, you groaned aloud. Eddie's head whipped to face you.

"Well, what do we have here?" he smirked, nipping the spot again and taking another groan as encouragement. You yanked his jaw, desperate to kiss him again. "C'mre, Munson." Eddie gladly obliged, crashing your lips together.

You felt overwhelmingly hot in your sweater now, tugging frantically at the hem to get it off without breaking the kiss. "Eds," you said, resting your hands on his cheeks. "can we sit down?"

His eyes lit up, excitement and desire evident in his now black eyes, blown wide and darkened with lust. "We could sit in the van?"

Doors thrown open, you clambered into the back of Eddie's van. You threw your sweater over your head, leaving you in a Van Halen tshirt. "You stealing my clothes now, Y/n?" You had borrowed the shirt last time you stayed at Eddie's place. The sight made Eddie just about burst. Seeing you in his clothes, he felt like he was marking you as his. The attention on the shirt - and your chest- made you suddenly self conscious, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

The pause in activity had made you nervous. What did this make you and Eddie? What would happen to your relationship now? You obviously had feelings for Eddie too, revealed by your feverish desire to kiss him, touch him, have him touch you. You head whirled with anxieties, broken when Eddie's hand wove its way into yours.

"Hey," he said softly, "we can stop if you're uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything, okay?" His thumb rubbed gently against your skin, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. Your whole body thrummed with an electric desire for Eddie. When you didn't respond right away, he scooted on the floor of the van next to you. "What's going on up here, hmm?" He tapped his fingers to your temple lightly.

"Can I tell you something?" you said, gaze on the rug Eddie had laid in the back of the van.

Eddie turned his body completely towards you. "Of course."

"I haven't... been with someone before." you grimaced in embarrassment at yourself. "So, if we do this" you finally met his gaze. "it would be my...first."

Eddie was quiet for a few heartbeats, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow and gentle, and conveyed his love and all his care for you without saying a word. When he pulled back, he smiled at you. You felt like your heart was in your mouth. He looked at you as if you were the moon. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head. "I'm sure."

Eddie leaned in to kiss you again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth. You moaned lightly at the sensation. He cupped your jaw, shifting your head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he lightly laid you down on the bed of the van, moving on top of you. Raising your arms above your head, he intertwined your fingers before peppering kisses down your neck, the hollow of your throat before kissing down your clothed torso. "Can I take this off?"

"Do you want me to take mine off first?" he asked , noting your nervous look. When you nodded, grateful for his patience, he reached to his back and swiped his signature Hellfire shirt off in one swift movement. You'd seen Eddie shirtless before. You'd swam together, and you'd showered at each others houses a million times. But in the white light of the moon, accentuating his light abs and tattoos, it was like the first time. Subconsciously, you reached up to trace the tattoo on Eddie's hip, mindlessly moving across his stomach. He tensed under the touch, sucking in a raged breath.

"Jesus, Y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me."

You sat up slightly, lifting your hand from his stomach to pepper small kisses along the tattoos by Eddie's collar bones. "You're so handsome, Eddie." you whispered against his skin. You lifted your head to meet his lips again, graciously welcoming his tongue back into your mouth as he slid your - his- shirt over your head. "Christ," he breathed as your skin glowed in the light of the moon made you look silver, accentuating your boobs against the stark black of your bra. "You're beautiful."

Eddie pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along your chest, lowering down across your stomach until his lips reached the hem of your jeans. You sucked in a ragged breath, the heat of where the moment was leading finally catching up with you. Without realising it, your hands had begun to tremble lightly with excited nerves. One of Eddie's own large, ringed hands came to grasp you own. "How we doing up there?" he asked, eyes meeting your own as his finger toyed with a stray thread near the button of your jeans.

"Good." you said, flushing dark red at the sight before your eyes. Eddie was sprawled on the bed of the van, body between your opened legs, hair messy and curling round his face. Unable to stop yourself, you pushed a stray curl from his eye. He leaned into your touch, kissing your wrist as he caught it. "Do you want to keep going?"

You'd be insane to stop now. The heat in your stomach was a full on wild fire by now, centred between your legs where Eddie's head was. "Yes," you said breathlessly, "yes, please."

"Okay," Eddie began to unbutton your jeans at a purposefully, painfully slow pace. The coolness of his rings against your bare thighs made you gasp, resulting in a smirk from the metal head between your legs. With your jeans off, Eddie took his own off too. If you'd been staring before, now you were gawking at him. Through his boxers, Eddie was hard enough that you could see the outline of his cock clear as day, despite the limited light. He was big, bigger than you thought you could manage. If you went all the way tonight, it would be painful. Somehow, the thought turned you on even more.

Out of his jeans, Eddie crawled up your chest to reattach his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Feeling a surge of confidence, you ran your tongue along his bottom lip, moaning as he allowed you entrance and his tongue met yours. Subconsciously, you started to grind your hips against Eddie's , shocked at the volume of the gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. Matching your eagerness, Eddie ground his hips down to meet yours. "Fuck," he groaned right in your ear, turning you on even more than before. Something about bringing Eddie pleasure made your own start to pool between your legs.

"Eddie," you sighed, hands woven in his hair as you rutted against him, desperate for any friction you could find.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." he sucked on the skin of your neck, surely leaving marks that you would have to cover later. He nipped a particularly sweet spot that made you whine. "Tell me, and I'll give to you." Eddie would give you the moon if you asked. “You,” you breathed in a sigh as his tongue swiped over the bruising skin, “just want you, Eddie.”

Inside his chest, Eddie felt his heart surge. For months, he had been letting guilt eat him up inside. He never meant to fall for you, and he felt terrible for it. But the pain of losing you as a friend would be a thousand times worse than being rejected by you, so he bottled it up. So in the dark of the night, laid down in his van with yourself on display to him, professing your desire for him, Eddie felt confident.

”Well, I'm not going anywhere babe."

Babe

Eddie's delicate fingers wound themselves over the hem of your panties, shimmying them down your legs with heavy eyelids. "Gonna make you feel good , okay?" He threw your underwear over his shoulder blindly. His hands settled fondly on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles . You felt like you weren't a person anymore, but merely a heap of ash from the sweltering heat you felt in your stomach. Every touch of Eddie's cool skin on the sizzling heat of your own felt like a fire hose on a burning house.

Then you exploded.

Eddie nestled his face between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his head and keeping them there with his arms. He flattened his tongue against you, and you felt like the floor was going to swallow you up. You were instantly melting underneath him, uttering breathless praise as he wrapped his lips around your clit and hummed. You hands clutched and palmed at his hair, desperate for him to be all the more close to you.

"Oh, shit."

"How's it feel, s'good? Tell me how good it feels, Y/n." When you didn't reply right away, he nipped at your inner thigh, leaving a bruise.

"So good, Eds, so so good." So good you could hardly form words, as your mouth seemed able to only form a silent oh as you back arched and your hands flailed around Eddie's hair, messing it up. "So- fuck- good."

Between your legs, Eddie groaned at the praise. The vibrations against you had your eyes rolling back into your skull. Eddie's hand travelled up your stomach before resting against your boobs, kneading and palming them. The coil in the pit of your stomach was close to snapping.

"E-Eddie, I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off as a loud, borderline pornographic moan escaped your mouth as Eddie began to rapidly shake his head bath and forth, tongue a vice on your clit. Your back arched from the floor of the van, almost sitting up, as you came. Eddie's face remained between your legs, licking up the remains of your climax as your chest heaved.

He kissed his way up your stomach to your face, and you crashed your lips to his. You tasted yourself on his mouth, groaning in reaction. "That was so hot," Eddie breathed against you, "almost got off on it."

"Almost?" you pouted your lips lightly at him, the thought of Eddie getting off to you made you ravenous. You reached for the hem of his boxers, completely ready to try your best to return the favour, when Eddie stopped you.

"As amazing as that would be," he said, laughing to himself, - the girl i'm crazy for wants to blow me and I'm saying no?-, "I just wanna make tonight easier for you. It's about you."

"Okay."

Eddie's hands cradled your face as he hovered over you, his hair fanning against your face and creating a cage around you. His eyes were black with lust. He guided your hand to the hem of his underwear. "We can stop now. Just say the word." You shook your head, maybe too quick, as Eddie chuckled.

"I want you, Eddie. All of you. Here." You stroked your knuckles against his cheek. "Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Eddie moved with a speed that would be comical ,had you not been aching for him in that moment, as he took off his boxers. Reaching into his jean pocket, he pulled out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth - an action you wished to see many more times- he rolled it down his shaft. "Okay, are you ready? It may hurt, but we'll take it slow and you can take as long as you need, alright?"

"I'm ready."

He took one hand in yours, holding them entwined firmly above your head as he inserted the tip. You gasped, the intrusion bringing a somewhat painful sting. Eddie kissed your neck as he slid in, stopping every inch or so to make sure you were okay. "You're so gorgeous," he sighed into your neck, moaning when he bottomed out and the two of you were entirely connected. "Are you okay?"

There was not a single word in the English language to describe the feeling you felt in that moment. So entirely full of Eddie, consumed by your need for him. When Eddie shifted slightly to get a look at your face, nudging a particularly sweet spot inside you, you whined aloud.

"Oh my God, Eddie please."

"What?"

"Move, please."

That was all Eddie needed. Seeing you fall apart beneath him as he ate you out had driven him nearly mad. And Eddie Munson was content with being insane if it meant he was making you feel the way you sounded when he set a slow, but deep, pace inside you on the floor of his van at Lover's Lake. The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans of ecstasy and high pitched whines echoed throughout the van. "Holy fuck, Y/n," Eddie moaned in your ear, the sound making you clench around him, "you feel so amazing." He kissed all along your collar bones, nipping and sucking as he went.

"So fucking good- shit, baby, I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." He sighed as you pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Faster, Eddie, please," you cried. "Please, please."

Eddie wanted to make a mixtape of your moans and little sounds. "You don't need to beg, sweetheart." His hand came between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. "I've gotcha."

As soon as Eddie made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, it was over. A scream of a moan ripped through your throat, eyes clenched tightly shut as you came hard around his cock. "Oh fuck, Eddie, yes-yes-yes!"

"Shit, sweetheart, clenching me so-oh-tight, fuck!"

Eddie's hips stuttered as he came into the condom, arms buckling and chest meeting yours. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him to you. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, panting and trying to collect yourselves. You felt completely content, blissed out. Eddie swiped your hair from your face as he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

Reaching for the blanket at the foot of the van, Eddie wrapped it round the two of you and pulled you to his side. He paused for a second, thinking about his words very carefully. "That was-"

"Amazing." You said, snuggling into his chest and leaving small kisses over the tattoos there.

His heart swelled. "Yeah, pretty fucking great."

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, a hand cradling your head. Without saying the words, the I don't want to forget about this, I don't feel this way about anything or anyone else, the two of you had grown closer than ever before.

Eddie chuckled to himself as your eyes drifted closed, head nestled between his neck and shoulder. "Pretty fucking great."

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The Temptation Chapter 1

Here's the Priest!Bucky fic! I hope y'all like it. Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

“Father Barnes, I have some unfortunate news.”

Bucky turned towards his senior priest, Father Richards. “Yes?”

“Constance Y/L/N has just passed away.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news. “How sad. I mean, she was getting up there in age but, still, a great loss.”

“Yes, it is. Her funeral arrangements will be handled by her granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N. She should be landing into town tomorrow, I was hoping you would be willing to pick her up at the airport and bring her to Constance’s home, then schedule a meeting about the arrangements and the service?”

“Of course, Father.”

That’s where Bucky found himself now, waiting in the baggage claim area of the airport with a sign in his hand that had her name written on it. He had no idea what she looked like or knew anything about her. As he looked around, waiting patiently, a woman came through the door that made him do a double take. She was beautiful, short and curvy, dressed in a long black dress that she kept stepping on, covered by an oversized, long, black and ripped sweatshirt that read “WOMEN RUN SHIT” in red embroidery, Converse sneakers that peeked from under her dress, with long pointy nails and her pink hair piled atop her head, held up by a black scarf. She had very little makeup on except for a dark, blood red lipstick that Bucky couldn’t seem to stop staring at. She looked around until her eyes fell on Bucky, read the sign, and gave him a polite smile as she headed towards him. Bucky gave her a polite smile back as he tried to hide the panic he was feeling inside.

“Father Barnes?” Y/N asked as she approached him.

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” she flashed him a full smile, making her teeth look stark against her lipstick.

“Is this all you have?” Bucky asked, looking at the purse and backpack slung over her shoulders and the large rolling suitcase she had.

“Yep, don’t have much. Thank you for the ride. I haven’t been to Brooklyn since I was a kid and I just didn’t wanna deal with the hassle of a taxi or Uber.”

“It’s no problem.”

Bucky tried hard to not stare at her or even look at her too much. He had been a priest at his parish for 15 years, and had never had a moment where he felt like he was being led astray, like he’d always been warned about during his seminary years. He felt secure in his promises and covenants to the church and to God. And yet here was this woman, who just waltzed into his life on a chance, who he was feeling something very strange towards that made him question his life. And he didn’t even know her. Sinful.

“So what do you do for a living?” Bucky tried to break the ice as he drove silently, weaving through the New York traffic as best as he could.

“I’m a traveling photographer,” Y/N said as she watched the buildings and bridges fly by.

“Really? That’s interesting. How did you get into that?” he asked.

“Um, it just kinda fell into my lap, I guess,” Y/N answered, giving him a glance. “I grew up in Brooklyn, went to the church and everything with my grandmother, but at 16 I decided it wasn’t for me and went through a bit of a rough patch for a while. Started taking pictures as I went from place to place, posting online, and gained a following. Here I am, 16 years later, getting paid to go places and take pictures and give travel advice.”

“Wow,” Bucky breathed. “Where’s your favorite place you’ve been?

“Well, traveling as a plus sized person has its challenges,” she started, shifting in her seat. “The place that I felt most comfortable was the Leeward Islands, so Bora Bora, Tahiti, those areas of French Polynesia.”

“Very tropical,” Bucky commented.

“Ha, yes,�� she giggled. “A big reason why I loved it.” She paused and looked at him. “Have you ever been on a beach like that?”

“No,” Bucky answered. “A beach at a lake when I was a kid, but nothing quite as pretty as crystal blue waters,” he glanced at her, giving her a lopsided smile.

“Hm,” Y/N watched him, a sad expression flitting across her face. “That’s too bad. There’s really nothing like it.” She paused again, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips. “A pretty thing like you on a sandy beach in Bora Bora would do wonders with the locals.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her compliment. He cleared his throat and swallowed as he tried to relax the blush that filled his cheeks. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“Anytime, handsome,” she teased him, huffing out a laugh at his expense.

Bucky wasn’t blind to the fact that he had attractive features. He’d been hit on too many times to count by the women, and some of the men, in his congregation throughout the years. Some tried harder than others, the idea of a forbidden love or lust-driven “corrupting the priest” sounding appealing. He’d been able to squash those easily. He could of course see or recognize when people were attractive, and occasionally had the fleeting thought of “what if?” But it sounded different coming from her for some reason.

“I mean really, if the priests looked like you when I was in church I would have paid more attention.”

She said it in such a deadpan tone that Bucky couldn’t help but to fully laugh. She joined him in laughing as they finally pulled up to her grandmother’s brownstone home. Bucky helped her hoist her large luggage up the stairs. Y/N grabbed the key from the hidden spot that the estate lawyer had told her about and let herself and Bucky in. She wheeled the luggage off to the side as she looked around the foyer.

“Almost exactly the same,” she muttered.

“Y/N–”

“You know, it’s just very strange for me to call you Father,” Y/N interrupted him as she whirled around to face him. “What’s your first name?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, um, it’s James, but I always went by Bucky.”

“Bucky?” Y/N repeated it, looking confused.

Bucky silently reveled in how she said his name. “My middle name is Buchanan, don’t ask me why,” he joked, making her snort. “Bucky for short. I just always went by that rather than James when I was younger.”

“Well is it alright if I call you Bucky?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Bucky really should have said no, that it’s not appropriate for people to call him by his name rather than his title. Yet he found himself saying, “Yes.”

“Great. I’m sorry I interrupted you, what were you going to say?”

“Well, my senior priest, Father Richards and I would like to set up a meeting with you to go over the funeral arrangements. When would you like to do that?”

“Sure, um…” Y/N got distracted by something in the foyer. Bucky followed her eye line to the large cross her grandmother had mounted above the door. She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze. “How about tomorrow? 10 a.m.?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky agreed. “Well, is there anything else I could help you with while I’m here?”

“No, thank you. You’ve been very helpful,” Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great, see you then.” Bucky turned away and out the door, unable to handle being in such a close space with her anymore.

As he got back into the parish car and drove back to the church he heaved a heavy sigh of his own. This is going to be dangerous.

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The next morning Bucky found himself taking more time to get ready. He was trimming his beard, redoing his hair in a bun and repeatedly straightening out his Roman collar and his shirt. He knew why he was doing it but was in deep denial.

Father Richards was waiting in the main office as Bucky went out to the sanctuary to see if Y/N had shown up yet. When he walked in he easily found her sitting on one of the pews. Today she wore a long, fluffy cardigan with a sports bra and flowy lounge pants. She wore no makeup and her hair looked like she’d just rolled out of bed.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Bucky greeted her as he approached.

Y/N was staring at the large cross at the front of the sanctuary with the statue of Jesus hanging on it. Her eyes slowly turned to him, a frown on her face that she tried to hide quickly.

“Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him, her voice sounding scratchy. “I’m sorry I look a mess, the jet lag is making me feel rough.”

“I understand, it’s alright,” Bucky gestured for her to follow him.

He led her back into the hallways of the church until they reached the main priest’s office. Y/N paused for a moment outside the office door as Bucky held it open for her, before she inhaled quickly and stepped through the door.

“Miss Y/L/N, my name is Father Richards,” Richards held his hand out, which she stiffly shook. “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under more pleasant circumstances. May I offer my deepest condolences to you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said somberly. She sat on the chair in front of the large wooden desk. Her eyes settled on one scuffed spot on the desk as Father Richards and Bucky sat across from her.

“So, let’s get started,” Father Richards began. “I’m sure you know your grandmother was a big supporter of the church. She gave us some of our largest donations over her lifetime. She had some instructions she left with me but I wanted to make sure everything sounded good to you before I enacted them, or if there was something left in her will that I wasn’t aware of?”

“The will and everything else is stuck in probate court right now,” Y/N answered, her tired eyes trying to focus on him. “So honestly, whatever she told you is fine. Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“I see,” Father Richards said, sounding a little annoyed. Bucky glanced at him.

“Please don’t mistake my indifference for not caring,” Y/N retorted. “I loved my grandmother, I just didn’t love her religion. And that caused a rift between us. I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years, so I was pretty surprised when I got a call from a lawyer in New York telling me she’d died and left me everything,” she continued, her words getting more curt by the second. “No offense to either of you but me being here is highly triggering. So is there anything else you need from me?”

“Uh, yes,” Richards tried to recover the conversation, his tone sounding more jovial. “She did ask that you sing at her funeral.”

“Absolutely not,” Y/N spat, her eyes narrowing as she minutely shook her head.

“Oh, well, I mean that’s what she wrote here–”

“No.”

Bucky watched on in concern. He knew the church came with a lot of baggage for some people, that its history was unclean. He worried about what this would mean for them as she worked with them for this funeral.

“Hm, of course you don’t have to, but she always said how you had a lovely singing voice–”

“I said no,” she seethed. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she stood suddenly, Bucky and Father Richards copying her. “I need to go. Just call me if you need something else.” She rummaged into her cardigan pocket, pulling out a wallet and taking out a business card, flinging it at them on the desk. “Good day.”

She turned on her heel and hightailed it out of the office. Father Richards and Bucky exchanged a bewildered look. “Go,” Father Richards instructed.

Bucky jogged out of the office to catch up to Y/N. “Y/N, please wait!”

Y/N sighed loudly as she turned back around to Bucky. “I’m sorry for my rudeness, I just can’t stay here,” she said, continuing to walk away.

“Hey,” he jogged around her until he faced her. “Obviously there’s some deep problems you have with the church.”

“No shit Sherlock,” she dodged him, heading towards the front doors.

“And I don’t blame you!” Bucky walked alongside her. “There have been bad things that have happened in its history.”

Y/N stopped abruptly as she rounded on him. “To ME!” she pointed a finger towards herself. Bucky stopped, his eyes widening at her. She was shaking as she tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath and a step back from him. “I appreciate that the church has given you comfort, peace, a purpose maybe, but I grew up here,” she paused, stopping herself from crying. “Father Carmine was here before you two, right?” Bucky nodded his head slowly as he watched her. “He hurt me.”

Bucky felt his heart plummet. He had met Father Carmine many years ago as he and Father Richards were transferred in to replace him. He had had an amazing rapport with the community, his congregation seemed to love him. Now Bucky knew the reason for his sudden retirement.

Y/N scoffed. “That notch on the desk? In the office? That’s from the heel of my shoe,” she took a step closer to him as she peered up at him, a fury in her eyes that made him feel like withering on the spot. “My Mary Jane shoes, from my school uniform, when I was 15 years old.” Bucky felt like he was going to throw up as he digested this information. “So you’ll have to excuse me, if coming here to the place where I was abused and then unbelieved by the woman who raised me who I now have to bury, is dredging up some pretty raw emotions in me right now.” Y/N was whispering now, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at him. “Every cross, every Jesus statue, every rosary, every goddamn Roman collar,” her eyes flickered to his neck, “reminds me of that day. So the fact that my grandmother was willing to still hold her funeral here in this godforsaken place, and then have the audacity to throw her money at me and ask me to sing?” Y/N shivered violently as she grunted. “I can’t…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do as he watched her fight off an oncoming panic attack. “Y/N, hey…look,” he started to take off his Roman collar. She watched him hesitantly. “See? Look, just me. Not Father Barnes, not Father anything, just Bucky.” He held his hands up towards her in a sign of meaning no harm. “Constance was extremely devout, for sure,” Y/N scoffed again, rolling her eyes. “But that was no excuse for her not to believe you,” he took a step forward. Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him. “You deserved to be believed. You deserved justice, and you never got it. I’m so sorry,” he took another step until he could reach out and hold her arms. He lowered his face so he was eye level with her. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you. You didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that.” Y/N’s tears finally fell as she shook in his hands. “And I’m sorry for Father Richards pushing you, he’s a very…no nonsense, regimented kind of guy. But he should have taken your refusal the first time.” He squeezed her arms and she took a shaky breath. “We’ll follow her instructions, get through the funeral, and then you can be done with this place. And go enjoy a long vacation on a beach in Bora Bora for me.”

Y/N laughed at that, her smile finally breaking the sadness etched in her face. She wiped her eyes as Bucky dropped his hands from her. He felt like his palms were stinging from the sensation of touching her. “Thank you, Bucky,” she sniffed.

“No problem,” he smiled at her. “I know this isn’t a great place for you, but I hope you know that I believe you, and I’m here for you.”

Y/N gave him a long look, her eyes roaming his face momentarily. She nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back around and walked up to him. She wound her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, squeezing him. He barely had a chance to hug her back before she stepped away and walked out of the front doors. Bucky watched her leave, already missing the way she smelled.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #smut #priest!bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky barnes #chapter 1

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Planetary scientists want to search for biosignatures in what they believe was once a Martian mud lake. After scientists carefully studied what they believe are desiccated remnants of an equatorial mud lake on Mars, their study of Hydraotes Chaos suggests a buried trove of water surged onto the surface. If researchers are right, then this flat could become prime ground for future missions seeking traces of life on Mars. "While Martian lakes and mud volcanoes have been subjects of prior studies, our work represents the first comprehensive analysis specifically focused on a putative mud lake," Alexis Rodriguez, a senior scientist at the Planetary Science Institute in Arizona, told Space.com. More generally, scientists suggest surface water on Mars froze over about 3.7 billion years ago as the atmosphere thinned and the surface cooled. But underground, groundwater might still have remained liquid in vast chambers. Moreover, life forms might have abided in those catacombs — leaving behind traces of their existence.

#Mars #Geology #exobiology #science #stem #space #astronomy

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Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part One

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 5.7k

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From the moment you met Sammy in grade school, fourth grade to be exact, you and him instantly clicked. Like two puzzle pieces that were missing to complete a full picture, he was the only person that you could truly confide in. Sure, you had other friends, but Sammy was different from the rest. He understood you better, noticed your different quirks and could predict your emotions with a single look in examination of your demeanor. He was undeniably sharp-witted with that kind of thing, and that seemed to run in the family.

Being friends with Sam for so long meant you would eventually be introduced to his adoring family, who all were very similar yet so unique to their own personalities. You remember going over to his house during summer after the fourth grade, and you finally got to meet his family: his sister, his parents, and his twin brothers.

For twins, they were quite different in the way they perceived themselves. Both had similar interests and could speak to each other without uttering a sound, but the one that captivated your interest the most was Josh. Sure, Jake's bad-boy phase was somewhat enticing to you, as you and Sam were a few years younger than the both of them, but Josh could make a room that once felt dark into a bright room full of kaleidoscopic color, and that's what drew you to him most.

Once you and Sam matured more, your topic of discussion became, well, a bit more adult. It never crossed your mind to think of starting a relationship with one of his siblings, because that seemed to be a given. But, since you were the opposite gender, Sammy felt as though the unspoken rule between you two had to be set down and defined.

"Absolutely under no circumstances do I want you to ever date one of my brothers."

And after that discussion one day as you and him neared the end of middle school, it was never spoken of again. Sure, you poked fun at him at the idea when you wanted to twist his nerves and see his face grow red with anger, but you never seriously considered it.

That was until the twins blossomed into high school and finished their senior year. And you were stuck with two more years of high school.

It should have never been a thought that crossed your mind. It was easier to keep fully platonic feelings towards Jake, as he always had some girl stuck by his side and you and him always kept your conversations short and sweet, but Josh, Josh was just different. He was a talker, and he never missed the opportunity to join a conversation with you and Sam or catch you alone and discuss anything that popped into his brain. Maybe it was the way he captivated your attention with the small, affectionate touch of his hand, or his witty comments that made you squeal with laughter. But you couldn't help but feel your heart twist at the thought of being something more.

But you were too young - younger than him, and you knew Josh most likely just considered you his "little sister" because you've always been that way since you were 9. Even though he never referred to you as his sister, it seemed like the obvious answer in what you and his relationship was.

Once you finally graduated high school with your best friend, everything was uphill from there. More freedom, more trips, and more time to spend with the people you considered your extended family. You always thought of Sammy like a brother, but it ended at that. Just Sammy and Jake, not Josh. It just seemed like you had a different relationship with him, or maybe that was a false reality you tricked yourself into believing.

When 2019 rolled around, and you were near the end of finishing your college degree, Sammy invited you to their family lake house during the summer. Just you, Sammy, Jake, and Josh. It wasn't necessarily a lake house, more so like a cabin, but you've all referred to it as such due to it being near the lake that you all would swim in as kids.

"We've got the whole trip planned out," Sam spoke to you over the phone, "going out to the lake, maybe a drive to the beach, the late-night talks around the campfire; all of it."

"You don't think they would mind me coming along on your all-boy's trip?" You ran your fingers through your hair, fixing your gaze on the bustling trees outside your window.

"Well, you're family. And, since Danny couldn't come, we have an extra room up for grabs. I can't think of anyone else to invite."

"So, I wasn't your first choice? Ouch." You joked, falling onto your bed as you listened to Sammy's huffed laugh.

"Listen, I didn't think you'd really want to go and spend a part of your summer with two boys and a strong, independent man. You-."

"You're referring to yourself as the man, Sammy?" You cut him off with a giggle, as if you needed the clarification.

"Shut up." He sighed; his voice laced with slight annoyance at your teasing. You could practically hear his eyes roll. "Besides the point, I think you should come. It'll be fun, I promise. It's only for a few weeks anyways. And, if you're not having a good time, which I doubt, I'll gladly drive you back home."

You pondered the idea for a moment. Your original plan was to spend time with a few friends from college, and also take a relaxing break off of work to focus on rejuvenating yourself for your fourth and final year of college. It was only for a few weeks though, so it wouldn't dent your plans by any means other than set them back a bit. Besides, you hadn't been to their lake house in what seems like an eternity. You'd been up there a few times with yours and his family, but only when you were kids. You'd taken a single trip during winter break when you were a sophomore in high school, but that was the end of it. It was always surrounded with family, and not just the four of you.

You clicked your tongue and thought for a moment longer before responding. "Yeah, yeah I'll go." You tugged at your bottom lip to contain your squeal of excitement as your mind ran through the things you wanted to do, hell, what to pack for the trip.

"Yeah! Alright!" Sam exclaimed. "We'll come grab you tomorrow, alright? Should give you enough time to say your goodbyes, pack, and all of that shit."

"Okay, alright. See you tomorrow." You said with excitement laced in your voice, and you pressed the red hang-up button on your phone and leaped off your back from your bed.

Bringing it up to your parents that you'd be going on such a trip wasn't an issue whatsoever. Again, they considered the Kiszka's like an extended family, and you going on that trip was like going with the siblings you never had on a summer vacation. And, you were staying in Michigan, so there wasn't an issue with proximity.

You'd seen Sam time and time again when he wasn't touring with his brothers and Danny, mainly because you had a closer bond with him, but not so much with interactions on Jake and Josh's side. Sure, they'd come over every now and then for dinners, but those were spread alongst the time span of a few months. You hoped they hadn't changed since you last saw them, but it sparked your mind with thoughts of what could possibly be different about them.

As you started to pack, picking out your favorite summer outfits and throwing them into a large blue suitcase, your mind kept wondering about those summer nights that would be spent outside surrounded by a small firepit with the boys. You hadn't spent this kind of time with them in a long time, and things were different: you all four were adults now. It wasn't as if you four hadn't hung out like adults, but this trip was vastly different than a casual dinner. You were spending time with the three of them for a month in a confined space, and practically every second of the day.

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The next morning rolled around, and you were abruptly woken up by Sammy shaking you out of your slumber.

You groaned unsatisfactorily and squinted your eyes, bringing the backs of your hands to them as you made out his figure that was outlined by the summer sun's rays of orange and yellow.

"What time is it?" You spoke hoarsely.

"10:17." He examined the time on his phone before meeting your eyes again. "Now c'mon, don't want to be waiting on you all day. Got a big day ahead of us." He gave you a satisfied smile.

You exhaled deeply as you crawled out of bed, making your way to your closet and lazily picking out the first shirt and pair of shorts you could find.

"I'll be five minutes tops, promise." You extended your pointer finger towards him.

With a single nod from him, you abandoned him in your room to change in your bathroom, and hastily got ready for the day. You decided to ditch the makeup to cut time down, only focusing on the necessities of your morning routine.

When you met Sam back in your room, you found your suitcase and tucked your toiletries in the front pocket as you beamed a smile towards him.

"15 minutes has to be some sort of record time for you, y/n." He swiped his finger under his nose, looking down at you with a perky smirk.

"You're lucky I decided not to dry my hair." You shot a glare, intended to be playful, and received a soft chuckle from your friend.

After you had said your final goodbyes to your parents, Sam followed you out of your home and escorted you to Josh's infamous white Jeep that glistened under the sunlight, with the doors taken off along with the roof of the car itself. Although the humidity already had your loose shirt sticking to your skin, you knew the warm breeze on the duration of the drive would let you grow comfortable with the thick air.

Sam slid your suitcase into the trunk and rushed his way to the front door to secure his place, and you settled with defeat as you wrapped your hand around the handle of the back door.

"Sam, why don't you let her sit up front? The lady always should be given the front seat. Has y/n taught you nothing on being a gentleman?" Josh spoke with a crooked smile.

Sam glared at his brother, accepting his fate and opening the door to gain you access in the front seat. With a small giggle, you shrugged, and hopped in.

"Alright kids, everyone buckled?" He turned his head to his twin, then Sam, and landed his eyes on you.

This was the first time you had actually caught a glimpse of Josh. His eyes were shielded by thick black sunglasses, with the sides of them nearly covered by his hair. Although his face was the same, he had seemed to grow thinner, in the sense of losing any baby fat he still had clinging onto him. And his hair, bigger than before, ran loose chestnut brown curls. Jake, on the other hand, only grew his hair longer, seemingly surpassing Sam.

You gave Josh a nod with a small, assuring smile, and he set off on the road at a high speed. Looking back at Sam, your eyes fell on Jake, who immediately caught your attentive look, and gave you a small wave with his calloused fingers.

As the drive went on, and Josh harmonizing to the music or starting a simple conversation about nothing, you let your head rest on the seat as the summer air whipped your face pleasurably. It was a perfect day for a drive as such, with the wind cooling the hot sun that liked to slap at your skin and send UV rays to start a light tan. As your relaxation set in more, you realized how much you missed this; spending time with the three of them. Having them around held you at ease.

"Have you been informed of the itinerary for today?" Josh spoke loudly over the barking wind.

You shook your head no, suppressing your laughter as you noticed his hair flying around manically. Sam and Josh combated the wind with tying their hair up, along with you, but Josh didn't seem to care that the breeze tangled in his curls.

"Well, once we get there, we're uh..." Josh furrowed his brows for a moment, "what are we doing again?" He slightly turned his head towards the back seat.

"Unpacking then heading to the lake." Jake chimed in, to which Josh responded with a comical "ah" in remembrance.

"Right! So, to reiterate what Jake said, we're going to unpack then head to the lake. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah." You yelled over the wind with a vigorous nod, just to clarify your agreement in case the wind drowned out your voice.

Although the drive was a near two hours to arrive at Cloverdale, time passed by swiftly. Upon arrival, you all jumped out of Josh's car and walked with your own suitcases and bags into the familiar yet foreign lake house.

You took a quiet, deep breath as you stepped inside, memories of running around the place until you were utterly exhausted flooded your brain. Your eyes scanned the large wooden walls, examining the artwork and family photos littered around the living room.

"You know where your room is?" Sam took his place at your side.

"Well, there's four rooms from what I remember, and I'm assuming you all had your fair-share of bickering about who gets which one. I'll just take whichever isn't occupied." You rocked on your heels as you raised your brows, turning your attention back to scaling the walls with your eyes.

"You'll be glad to know that we left the master bedroom to you." He smiled proudly.

"Are, are you sure? Because I don't mind staying in-."

"Y/n, are you seriously going to turn down the biggest room in the cabin?" He huffed a laugh with an open-mouthed smile.

"No, no. I'm not. Just surprised you didn't call it first." You jeered playfully, which caused Sammy to send a light punch onto your forearm.

He led you upstairs to the bedroom, which was a few feet from the one he'd be staying in, and stopped in his tracks as you continued stepping through the room. It was quite spacious for a seemingly small exterior of the house. You hadn't been in this room, mainly because it was reserved for their parents, but you'd seen a small portion of it every time you would pass by it. There were two nightstands, one on either side of the bed, and a large dresser that laid on the wall in front of it, along with a mirror. And, you even got your own bathroom, with white tiles stuck onto the walls and a shower with sunflower curtains, and a small window.

"You get the royal treatment." Sam spoke to break the silence.

Your head whipped around to him.

"Which I rightfully deserve." You fully turned your body, placing your hand on your chest.

"Don't act so high and mighty princess because you've got the biggest bedroom. I'm right next door, and I have no issue with kicking you out." He challenged.

"That's if I don't kick you out of your room first for snoring too loud." You shot back, which caused Sam to laugh.

"Hey! At least I don't wake up in a pool of drool every morning." He folded his arms together, lacing his voice with sass.

"I do not drool, Sam!" Your mouth hung open in a smile.

"In fact, you got a little..."

"Settle down, children! No fighting!" Josh peaked his head into the bedroom.

You both fixed your attention on Josh, as the corners of his lips rose while he flicked his eyes between the both of you.

"Do you two plan to join us at the lake?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, just give me a few to change." You nodded, looking over to Sam.

He agreed with your statement and left you alone in the room to give you the privacy you needed to remove your clothing and dress into your swimsuit.

You packed a few options, but today you chose a bikini that squeezed at your breasts, with scattered daisies on the top and your bottoms that hugged at your waist.

You found a sheer, white dress to throw over your swimsuit, and sandals to match along with a pair of sunglasses to protect your eyes from the unforgiving sun.

Getting to the lake was just a short walk, and you set your belongings on the ground as everyone admired the sight in front of them: large trees of emerald, green that shadowed the lake, but not enough to fully hide the sun from the calm waters. There was a walkdown to the lake, along with a cliff high up enough to jump off into the water, and your thoughts immediately told you that that was going to be everyone's ticket into the lake.

As your eyed roamed on everyone, who seemed too caught up in the spectacular view to care where your eyes laid, you found yours on Josh. His figure was leaner now, with a toned back and sporting grey swim trunks that hung dangerously low on his hips. You watched as he strode over to the cliff, then his brothers following in line. You stripped yourself of your dress and followed shortly behind, catching up with Sam.

Everyone glanced over at each other, as if they were all unsure of who was going to take the leap of faith first.

"Ladies first." Sam pushed your back towards the edge of the cliff, causing you to quickly plant your feet into the ground to keep you from falling.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman? Are you scared?" You turned your head towards him.

"No, I've done this jump before. But you, from what I recall, haven't."

"I call bullshit." Jake chuckles, which causes Josh to run his hands over his mouth to barely cover his toothy smile.

"You guys don't remember two summers ago when we came here?" Sam threw his hands up in defense, looking at his brothers for recognition in his memory. They both just stared blankly at him, either to pretend not to remember or simply because they had no recollection of it, to which Sam huffed a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

"You're all a bunch of chickens." Jake pushed past you three and gave himself a small running start before leaping off the cliff and yelping in excitement.

The sound of crashing waves hit at the pit of your stomach, and your fear of heights became more apparent as you shifted on your feet.

"I second that." Josh stated with a wiggle of his finger. And with a loud, animalistic yell, he ran off the edge of the cliff and manically flew in the air, falling fast to the water and crashing swiftly.

"You want me to go first?" Sam looked at you as he sucked on his cheek.

"I might just take the long way down." You shrugged, taking another look off the edge of the cliff before meeting his eyes again.

"Don't tell me you're scared." He gasped, acting surprised.

"Yeah, like you're not scared shitless yourself." You glared at him.

He hummed, standing silently for a moment before he held you in his arms, lifting you off of your feet and running off the cliff before you had any chance to speak in defiance.

Once you landed in the water fully submerged, you pushed yourself out of Sam's grip, waiting until he popped up from above the water to splash him in anger. It only made him laugh, rubbing the water off his face and slicking it into his hair.

"Fuck you." You spat.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Sam spoke innocently.

"Well, no, but-."

"You just needed a push, or perhaps in your situation, someone to take you down with them." Josh extended his pointer-finger at you, laughing as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

You all floated in the water, both Josh and Jake taking turns jumping off the cliff a few more times to satisfy their drive for thrill. Sam had only joined them once, but you chose to just stay in the cool water and cheer them on as they came down.

But, in the charismatic way he always did, Josh convinced you to follow him back up to the cliff to jump once more.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Joshua." You shakily exhaled, examining the seemingly high drop down to the water. But you were just barely able to make out Sam and Jake's faces.

"Well, there's no turning back now. Unless you choose embarrassment, that is." He smiled coyly.

You pushed Josh's shoulder back, and took one more look down the cliff. God, you never knew how afraid of heights you were until this very moment. How unsteady your breath became at the thought of plummeting to your death, even though it was completely safe.

But Josh knew how fearful you were. He didn't want to force you into jumping on your own, simply because by the looks of it, you weren't ready.

So, as you both neared the edge of the cliff, he pressed your back against his slick chest and wrapped his toned arms around your body and launched you off the cliff with him.

As if the jump down from the cliff couldn't seem to last longer, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clung tightly to him. You rested your head against your arm that snaked around his neck, seemingly losing hearing. But all you felt was his body pressed against yours tightly. How much of a strong grip he had that seemed to relieve your body of any fear and coax you into relaxation. Him pressed against your lower half tight enough to just feel the outline of himself against your bottom. Frankly, you'd only been this close to Josh a few times, and you were ignorant for forgetting what it was like. Because he had your heart skipping a few beats, and pretending for a split second it was just you and him in this world - in this place.

The whole innocence of it all quickly swallowed up your feelings as he pushed away from you to deflect your squirming body once you both hit the water, and you floated above the surface and gave Josh a downturned smile.

And frankly, he was the only one who could make your lips curl under in that way.

Your eyes guiltily found Sam's, but to your surprise, he was just laughing. Laughing at the whole thing like he was when he jumped with you in his arms. He didn't seem to care it was Josh this time that was fully pressed against you, because you were like family to them.

Right?

As you all made your way to the bottom of the dirt path that would lead you back to your lake house, you hugged your body in the towel you packed whilst following the boys. They just let the air dry the beads of salty water off their skin, and you just shivered under the fabric of your towel.

You found your eyes lingering once more onto Josh, who led the group, but stood far enough to the right to let you sneakily peak at him once more. His towel hung around his shoulders, and his hips swaying as he traveled barefoot up the hill. You wanted to tear your eyes from him. Sam would catch onto you if you continued to let your thoughts consume you and just gawk at his brother, so you fixed your eyes on anything surrounding, like the trees that softly sang with the breeze, or the birds that chirped melodically in the sky.

Once you all made it back, you parted ways for a much-needed shower to rinse off the salty lake water and cool your bodies from the fiery sun that blistered at your skin on the walk back.

As you stepped out of the shower, and the dripping water tapped at your feet, you quickly dried off and braided your hair, flipping it behind your shoulder and grabbing some articles of clothing to throw on.

Someone barged into your room without warning, which didn't surprise you. You knew it was Sam. Perhaps it was because you two have known each other for so long that he stopped caring, or he never walked in on you when it wasn't appropriate.

"You have to learn to knock, Sam. I could've been naked!" You peaked your head through the opening of the bathroom.

"What a sight." He widened his eyes playfully and folded his arms together. "We're grabbing food."

You stepped out of the bathroom and followed him downstairs to meet his brothers who were slumped on the couch, waiting for your arrival.

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Once the sun rested beneath the ground and the moon lit up the sky, you all joined around the firepit that overlooked a large mountain, with waters laying in the crevice and trees that lined it. You missed the scenery this place had to offer, and no words could describe how euphoric it felt to be back in this place after so many years. You absent-mindedly listened to the chatter of the boys as you took in the view and paid them no attention.

What did pull you out of your trance was Jake slowly strumming his guitar to a familiar melody, one that took you back in time for a split moment to the blissful memory that was created the last time you stepped foot in Cloverdale.

It was "Rocky Mountain High", by John Denver, one of Josh's favorite songwriters. You knew that because you heard him beg Jake to learn the song for him so he could add his vocals to it.

Hearing Josh sing on your radio or phone was never like hearing him sing live, right in front of you, in an intimate setting that let you soak in a practically out-of-body experience. Something about his raw voice with Jake's skilled playing was something you rarely got to hear, as you never had the opportunity to come to one of their live shows due to school always being your number one priority.

You examined Josh as you hummed along, watching as his face contorted while he exhaled symphonies from his throat, glancing over at Jake for a few moments as he continued singing along in perfect pitch. Sam quietly sang along, and eventually, you joined in.

It was moments like these that made you feel like life was worth living. As the fire crackled calmly and lit each and every one of you with orange rays, you took a sip from your beer that Sam graciously grabbed for you without asking. You rested in your lawn chair, bopping your head along to Josh's voice.

"You doing alright?" Sam leaned towards you as Jake's guitar set as background music, and Josh nodded his head along to give his brother the spotlight.

"Couldn't be better, honestly. I forgot how much I missed this." You nodded your head towards the twins and met his eyes again. "You're so lucky you get to experience this every day."

"Not so much fun when their performance doesn't call for my help." He let his face relax into a smile, leaning his head back and watching his brothers through hooded eyes.

You just huffed a laugh to his response, and mimicked his motions as the twins finished the song and led into another.

Sam rested his hand on the back of your shoulder, signaling he was going to head back into the lake house, and you told him you'd stay up for a bit and you'd see him in the morning. Shortly after, Jake followed him inside after finishing another song, slipping his acoustic into its case and trotting off through the cracked door.

You looked over to Josh, who took a swig from his beer and met your eyes with a soft smile. He pushed himself out of his chair and took Sam's seat, hopping into it with a "hmph" and watching the fire slowly die.

"Thanks." You murmured at the fire. Josh shot you a confused look, waiting for you to clarify. "For, uh, jumping into the water with me. It was nice of you do that." You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

He nodded. "Oh, yeah. No worries. I could tell you were scared."

"Well, you didn't have to bring it up." You pushed your tongue into your cheek as your mouth hung into a smile.

"And you didn't have to follow me up there." He wiggled his finger at you with a comical smile.

"How was I supposed to say no when everyone's eyes were on me?" You defended yourself.

"You make a valid point, y/n." He tilted his head up.

You averted your eyes back to the fire for a moment, before he started speaking again.

"How's school going? Excited to finally finish?"

"You wouldn't believe, Josh." You looked back over to him.

His eyes held you softly, as if he was captivating your entire presence and grasping it with his heart. Although that's how he always looked at anyone when listening to someone, it never failed to make your heart drop in your chest and your lips downturn into a wickedly adoring smile.

"Once you're finished, maybe you can start joining us on the road." He shrugged, bringing his glass bottle to his lips.

"And be some sort of roadie?" You furrowed your brows.

"I don't think you'd be able to lift any of the equipment, other than a guitar case or symbol."

"That's quite presumptuous of you to say." You shook your head.

As if you could ever be annoyed at him, this was the moment to wipe that stupid smile off your face and make him feel the slightest bit of guilt for his words, even if he was joking.

But you couldn't. No matter what you thought about, no matter what you said, all you could do was just melt into his eyes and forget everything around you. He had that way of making you feel like the only person in the room, and you let yourself forget that while he was gone. But, God, it wrenched at your heart to be in this moment with him and remember that funny feeling that only he had power to create.

"I think we'd all appreciate your company, especially Sam. He seems to miss you a lot."

"That could be because we rarely did anything without each other for like 10 years," you flung your hand out as you spoke, "and I miss spending time with him, and you and Jake. Life just has its ways of bombarding your plans with its inconvenience."

"Couldn't have stated it better myself, y/n." He raised his bottle towards you and took another small sip of the alcohol.

The way your name rolled off his tongue was like flowers blossoming in your ears and creating an entire garden that you wish you could breathe in every day. How each syllable slightly rested on his tongue and captivated your attention no matter what. You just wished you could record him saying your name on a continuous loop, just to satisfy your own desire of hearing it more often.

He stood from his chair, and you watched his every move as he grabbed the few bottles he drank from and grazed his eyes around to make sure he wouldn't leave anything behind.

Without a verbal response, you followed his motions, holding your unfinished bottle and following him back into the lake house where you dumped whatever was left and discarded your bottle.

As you stepped out of the kitchen and headed to the stairs, you whipped your head to Josh, who was standing at the foot of the first step.

"Goodnight." He whispered, letting the corners of his lips relax into a smile.

You nodded and repeated him, then let yourself continue up the stairs.

You stripped off your clothes that smelt of amber and burnt wood and slipped into an oversized shirt and your underwear. Despite packing shorts, it was warm in the house, and fewer articles of clothing would cool your body temperature quicker.

Once you slipped under your covers and let yourself sink into the bed, your mind wandered about the significant moments of the day. But, as always, your mind favored the memory of Josh holding you close to his chest, and spending time with him alone by the fire.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of his soaked, lightly tan skin pressed against your back, even though deeply down you didn't want to forget. The way his fingers imprinted on your arms and gripped them tightly enough to show you his full strength. The way his steady breath hit your neck and had goosebumps raise onto your skin just for a moment before his chin rested over your shoulder. But the goosebumps stayed, and your heart rate only increased.

Shutting your eyes was just a quiet prayer that your thoughts would escape your mind and let you have peace over the torturous but satisfying scenarios. But your mind continued to attack your heart and take the high ground, and you just reminded yourself that there was no way you and Josh, in any scenario, could work.

After all, Sam had made it very clear to you your entire friendship that brothers were off limits, no matter what. And ruining your relationship with your best friend wasn't worth letting your emotions take the best of you and give into your fantasies of being with Josh.

And besides, Josh was not interested in you, and that was another point that helped decrease your delusions and let you finally rest your eyes.

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-part two-

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ethien · 7 months

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Another Bathhouse shenanigans

Fandom: Persona 3

Ship: Akihiko x F!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 6.323

Summary: After getting caught by the girls, Akihiko struggles with finding a way to apologize to you. He would do everything to make up.

It was a pure disaster, Akihiko was sure. And he had no idea how to get out of it without any harm. Well, he already was harmed physically. What he struggled with was how he should solve it on the emotional level…with you.

He was sure this must be your first argument, or something along the line. He wished he could tell you it wasn’t his plan, that he also was a victim in the incident. However, he was sure you wouldn’t listen to him. Your eyes were wide, your intense blush and then your angry frown – he had messed up. And not even on purpose. Nevertheless, the situation was indeed not quite playing in his cards…or in any cards of the ones who were part of it.

He should have been more caution when Junpei suggested the hot bath. Akihiko really thought he could relax his body, enjoying the warmth, letting the stress being melted away. Instead, he got even more stressed. Junpei, and to some point Ryoji, somehow planned to visit the bath that late it would go into the women time. While Junpei casually joked it away, even saying they could just explain the misunderstanding, the senior had to wash everyone’s heads.

It wasn’t the fear of misunderstanding, or not having enough time to explain. It was the fear of execution by the hand of Mitsuru. It just happened once when they were just the three in their younger years. How could he forget the day he pissed her off somehow and got a punished which still haunted him? The imagine what end would linger if they get caught by Mitsuru was something he doesn’t want to think about. He informed them, and just in the moment of the go, it has to happen: The girls enter while the boys were still inside.

They did try an escape, even separating to find it out. Yet, luck wasn’t on their side…when [Y/N] looked up near the stones and caught them red-handed.

“I-it’s not what it looks like…” was Akihiko’s first and only attempt to explain himself to you. But he saw you. Surprised, then embarrassed…and then angry. It burnt down into his brain how disappointed you looked in that moment. And before any further explanation, Mitsuru hits the entire male party with an execution which would haunt him until he died.

It was deep in the night, and he was troubled finding any decent sleep. The image of your angry face didn’t leave him, but also not the fact how barely the both of you were clothed in that moment. Just a thin layer of a towel covered their bodies. Just a wrong move and he, or you, would have dropped it and reveal something before the other. Not that he wouldn’t mind it, or never saw it before – you both shared a romantic connection, and it wouldn’t be a lie that nothing intimate had happen between you. However, there was a difference between being naked on purpose or not.

There was also the slight disappointment readable in your eyes. Even with dragged into the mess, he was disappointed in himself either. It was such a lewd act, and he was part of it. He overstepped a boundary; he did something he promise he would never dare to do. Of course, you are disappointed in him. Akihiko sighed and left his room. Why should he staying sleepless in his room when he could be also somehow around the hotel and wasting time until he gets sleepy…or the idea how to apologize properly.

He put on the hotel’s kimono, walked out quietly out of the room and wanders around the slight dark halls of the hotel. Within minutes, he found a way to a, he believed, little garden with a hotel own little lake. A variation of flowers lightly dancing in the wind, a clear night sky. Normally, it would be a perfect and romantic date spot. Akihiko almost asked you earlier if they could meet later in the night. But that was before Mitsuru executed them. He still felt kind of sore in his whole body. And now, he stared alone in the sky. He sighed.

“Next time, I will punch Junpei in his face” he mumbled, the weight of the events heavy on his shoulders. The question was now how he could apologize to you. His dating guide suggested a little present, flowers, promising to do everything they desired. While the first ones sounded a bit cliché but kind of good in his ears. The last one seemed a bit weird. Well, not weird. It had a more…sexual touch on it that he didn’t want to admit it out loud. Or he was way hornier what he also didn’t want to admit out loud.

If you get a good taste, you cannot forget it and want even more. A short and very accurate description for Akihiko after you two started being intimate. Both of you might be still very inexperienced, yet he was eager to learn with you every facet of it. However, it was now a forbidden thing to think about it when you, his partner, was angry with him. It would never be a great idea to suggest sex as the solution for you forgiving him, not even if he would let you do everything you desired with him.

“Stopp” he scolded himself, shaking his head. His train of thoughts took faster a different way than expected. He sighed again, looking down to his feet. “It should be an honest apologize. Explaining everything and apologize. And if that’s not enough…” He wasn’t sure where his plan should go if his idea wasn’t enough. Yet, he thought he would surely come with an idea. He hoped it really.

A slight closing door, and approaching footsteps took him out of his thoughts. Akihiko’s eyes widen, not really expecting you of all people out there, not at this hour, and mostly not approaching him directly after the earlier disaster. Will he now get a better scolding off you, or even worse, another more personal execution?

“Aki?” you asked, a faint hint of fatigue in your voice. “Why are you out? At this hour?”

“…I could ask you the same.” He started, looking at you, trying to scan your mood. You sounded calm, yet it was not quite bright with the barely lights out. He wasn’t sure how your expression was. “I…cannot sleep. Was hoping a bit outside will make me a bit sleepy…” he continued while leaning on the railing, looking again at the sky.

“…it isn’t really working, or?”

“Not really…” he admitted. He tried to shout you a side eye, but felt kind of embarrassed to do. The events from the bath played again in his brain. Even with not believing in a fate, or in a god, it might be right now playing in his cards with you being here. He turned to you, facing you with a slight red on his cheeks.

“…[Y/N] …I am truly sorry what happened earlier. I can fully understand that you are angry and disappointed in me. Please let me explain what really happened earlier…or better, what leads in this awful situation…”

It was quite dark, so Akihiko didn’t see your surprised face. You could see the earlier events still plagued his mind, and you guessed they were the reason which keeps him awake. You decided to nod to him, giving him the opportunity to explain whatever the fuck happened hours ago in the bathhouse.

“…It’s like this…” Akihiko started, avoiding looking at you now. “I was just hanging out with Makoto, and then out of the sudden, Junpei asked us to go into the bath. We agreed. I was…ready for some relaxing. And when we were there…Junpei and Ryoji mentioned how funny it would be if the times for men and woman would change. He said it was just a misunderstanding…” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I told them how stupid this was, and we agreed on leaving. But yeah, it was already too late. We tried to escape, but…” He looked to you; you could see his blush. “...you know how it ended. I swear, it really sounds like a lame excuse. However, you have to trust me, [Y/N]. It wasn’t my intention to peek… I was dragged into that mess…I’m so sorry…”

You let his words sink in, trying to see it in his eyes. It definitely sounds like something which would happen to him. It was kind of funny to you. If you would compare the boyfriend before you, truly in agony of the events, and the boyfriend when it gets spicier between you two. Worlds apart.

“…yeah, that sound like a typical Junpei idea…” you admitted, and you could see how fast Akihiko’s mood changed to the better. If you compare it with a dog, then his ears would stand up, and his tail would be wiggling. Yet, if you would tell him, he would be flustered. Maybe another time.

“So, you…believe me?” he asked hesitant.

You nod, looking to him. A soft smile appeared on his face, and the heaviness from his shoulders went down. “You don’t know how relieved I am you accept my apologize…”

Your face frown which confused the male.

“You…. did, or?” he asked, not sure how to read your face.

You crossed your arms. “I only said I believe how it turned into the event…but nothing about apologize…”

Now Akihiko’s face frown, concern filled his eyes. “…Okay…I see…” he said, unsure what to say or do now. Of course, you only believe the story.

“…I mean…” you started. “You might be a bit unlucky how you got into…but…” you stopped, looking up to the moon.

“But?” Akihiko asked. He really wanted to know what else he messed up.

“…You still stared at me…intensive…” you started, blushing lightly. “…and even when it wasn’t your intention…you also stare at the others…”

Akihiko wasn’t sure if he got it right… but you sounded a bit…not happy about it that he accidentally saw the other girls naked. Well, not really naked, the towels covered a lot. Wasn’t there a page in his dating guide? Girls don’t like it when you give another girl your attention, even when it wasn’t on purpose? What suggested the book? Whatever happens, always give in? Should he go with it?

He breathed deeply in and out, then looking to you, an honest and form feature on his face.

“I am really sorry, [Y/N]. You’re right, I did something I shouldn’t do. I might get dragged into, but I didn’t act like this.” Akihiko said, scanning your face for any change in your mood. “I only have eyes for you. I would do everything for you, and no one else.” And he meant it. Since he discovered his feelings for you, and even started admitting them, you were one of his top priorities. One of the dearest he wanted to protect. He wanted to learn more about you, wanted to learn more to love about you. Someone would say it cheesy, but he hopelessly falls for you.

“…everything…?” you asked, and Akihiko surely heard your tune in it. It wasn’t any hint of being angry, or being amused. Some hint of lascivious, there was this spark in your eye he knew very well. He couldn’t deny he liked the way the talk between you turned out.

“I meant it what I said…” he said to you, locking eyes with you. “Everything you desire…I will do it!”

“Even in a place like the hotel?”

“Even here!”

You seemed to think about his offer, but he already senses the slight smirk on your face, and the somehow hot sparkling tension between you two.

“How about you show me that you only have eyes for me?”

Akihiko only nods, smiling shortly at you before closing the gap between you two. He sweetly took your face into his hands and placed his lips over yours. Gentle and slow, lightly massaging your lips while the kiss lasted. He parted soon after, yet only to grip your hips, pulling you even closer that your clothed bodies touch and reunited your lips again.

You put automatically your hands at his chest, leaning into him while you felt his hands claiming your hips. Sometimes, he let one hand wanders around, playfully squeezing your ass cheek. You softly yelped into the kiss which didn’t go unnoticed by the senior, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face during the kiss.

You parted again, both of you catching up with the own breath. Both of you had flushed faces, but also lightly raced heartbeats. His eyes scanned your face. He could get drunk by your flushing cheeks, the taste of your lips, the soft touch of your skin under his hands. It always awakens something inside him what was hidden for a longest time.

“Was that all?” you provoked him on purpose, raising an eyebrow. He only chuckled when you felt his grip around you tighter.

“Don’t worry, love. I just needed to be warmed up for the real fun…”

And with this, Akihiko easily lifted you up, just for pressing you against the nearest railing. His strength always impressed you, and you were sure he sometimes just wants to show off before you. At least it got more visible after you two started dating. You quite remember good how Akihiko ran into a fight with way too much shadows even when Mitsuru said they should wait for the others. He beats them all, without any harm. Just to get the force of Mitsuru to feel.

You lightly caress over his arm, feeling the tense in his muscle, yet also the little goosebumps on his skin. However, Akihiko wasn’t here to enjoy your touch, he aggressively took you again into a kiss, biting at your bottom lip for entrance. As soon as you lightly parted your lips, he pushed his tongue as deep but also enjoyable as possible inside you, turning the kiss into a passionate, heated battle between you two.

You felt how he pressed himself more into you, softly rubbing himself between your legs which sends waves of pleasure over you. Nevertheless, this didn’t stop you, too, to put one leg around his hip, your hands roaming over his body.

“Take off your cloths!” you demand at him after parting, getting him a bit caught off-guard. There was again the cluelessness in his face which made him very loveable. His cheeks turned bright red.

“As you wish” he only answered, letting you down. As soon as you had ground under your feet, he started opening the kimono, letting the cloth falling off his body, soon to be followed by the underwear until he was undressed before you.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him naked. However, it was indeed cute that from time to time, Akihiko felt a bit shy being that bare before you. He was trained, and so was his body shaped. Not entirely bulky, but his determination into training all over the years paid off. Nothing to be shy for. You guessed it might be for him showing you his entire vulnerable side. Yet, the spreading red in his face speaks the story while you let your eyes room over his features. Any other girl would kill you for the beauty before your eyes.

“Oh my…”

Well, another reason Akihiko was somehow a bit shy showing himself naked to you is the easy fact how easily he got turned on. You already felt it before, yet seeing him naked and obviously painfully hard before you, it really did things to you. You could see his urge to cover himself with his hands, but he seemed to suppress it.

“D-Don’t stare at me…” he mumbles shyly, avoiding eye contact. The sudden shift was welcoming, but also confusing. It only made you laugh softly.

“But how can I don’t admire something marvelous right in front of me?” you asked teasingly, it worked.

“…you are staring at my dick…only…at my dick…”

“You cannot deny the welcoming view…”

Why he even felt hesitant when it comes to his dick, you were unsure. Groomed, not too long or too short, you would say average. He even cut down his pubic hair a bit. A good dick, you would say. He already knows how to make good use of it. Maybe, it was a guy’s problem.

“…and why…don’t you undress?” he asked after finding the courage. “Seems a bit unfair being the only one naked…”

“Are you demanding something…? Didn’t you say you would do…everything?”

The realization hits him. He shortly bits his lips, his face frowns to somehow forget where it all starts. He breathed in and you, then facing you again.

“You’re right. I am sorry, I shortly…got more into it and forget what the purpose of it was. Please, let me continue showing you”

“Go Ahead!” you said, and Akihiko didn’t waste any seconds to be close to you again. Without wasting any time, you felt his grip on you again, easily lifting up and slightly pressed against the railing, his body pressed now even more into you. If he did it by purpose that his dick was between your legs, you were sure he did. However, it was only his approach being fast, even a bit wild.

The kiss somehow was hesitant, shy. But also, gentle and sweet. It’s like he wants you to enjoy the short, sweet moment. Savoring the taste of his lips, feeling their softness. He parts from you; you could read the love he holds for you in his eyes. Yet, there was also a burning flame, a desire which needs to be pleased, as much as his hard dick between your legs earned for attention and touch.

Still, this was something he had to earn. And he knew it. Your eyes were locked, no one said something. It was more a silent communication between you two. Akihiko nods at you, softening his grip around you. With seconds, he went down on his knees. His hands softly caress your legs, slowly going up their way until they reached the hem of your kimono. The dances from his fingers over your skin sends a shiver down your spine. He stopped at the hem, looking up to meet your eyes. You smiled at him as a permission. With this, he worked up your kimono and opened the cloth to the point your legs and your clothed vagina was in sight for him. He shortly holds in, seeming a bit in thought what to do next. He decided to start with slowly tracing his fingers over your thighs, followed by a soft trail of peaks and kisses.

You let out lightly hums while he continues his sweet trail of soft caressing and kissing your thighs. When his finger reached your underwear, he got a bit cocky. Instead of putting the cloth down, Akihiko let his fingers dance over your clothed vagina, knowing for sure the outside weak spots of you to press, to tickle out specific sounds from your lips. With the escape of your first loud and heartful moan, a winning smirk spread over his face.

“I love hear you singing to my touch…” he says in a melodic voice, not quite suitable for his devilish smirk on his lips. Normally, you pouted by his teasing behavior. However, he knew you and just pressed his fingers slightly which let you continue moan before you could even dare to pout.

Akihiko continued his way of teasing until he finally had mercy with you. With ad most slowness, his fingers went under the cloth, lightly brushing your labia before pushing it down, revealing your vagina to the outside, to his eyes.

Mostly unhear able to you, Akihiko mumbles something like Delicious when viewing you. A sight he could get drunk off. He enjoyed the view a bit too long for your taste, so you put a hand into his fluff of hair, pulling it a bit harder than usual. It didn’t go without a reaction, a mix of a painful little scream and a moan dropped out of his lips.

“For making something up, you enjoy yourself a bit too much, Aki…” you said, your tune a bit harsher, yet still filled with lust. “And you are far right now from making up…I’m waiting!”

You didn’t even wait for him to apologize or saying something else, you pulled him by his hair back between your legs. He seemed to grunt by the force. However, as soon as you let go off him, he slowly walked on his knees closer to you. His hands found a good place to lay on, and you could only see how his face got lost between you. And then, you felt his lips sweetly placing kisses but he fast changes it to sensual licking with his tongue. At first on the outside, but he didn’t waste time to dig it deeper into you, licking your inner walls, enjoying during it listen to the moans and hums escaping from you.

Akihiko changes out of sudden his pattern in pleasuring you and starts sucking you out. Sometimes a bit harsher, then slow and caring, and again a bit rougher, leaving your lips swollen, and yourself on a high rush of feelings. Which had a very high effect on him, his dick lightly wiggles, even pre-cum leaking, requesting to get some attention, some begging for releasing. He tried once to put down one hand to pleasure himself while he eats you out. You noticed and pulled again hard at his hair, to let him know his current place. His movements got sloppier, his mind clearly distracted with his own need but also his task to making up, for you accepting his apologize.

“Say…” you started, catching your breath from all the emotions you felt. “You seemed restless, Aki. Is something on your mind?”

You already know what was going on. His face flushed from the heat during the act, his hunger in his eyes, and well, his own need visible very painful. You know how hard he tried to control himself at this very moment. If he wasn’t here for making up, he would have let out his wild, animalistic side. A side where he showed you his true strength, his full stamina. It mostly leads to the fact he ravages you, even when he still is a sweetheart during the act. He was afterwards so ashamed about being reckless with you. You often said to him you didn’t mind, even enjoyed it. However, he is worried as hell, but also caring and sweet. You hadn’t told him but he was for sure a master in taking perfect aftercare.

He came out of your legs, heavily breathing. It was readable in his eyes that he knew your purpose with the question is teasing and provoking him.

“There is a lot on my mind, love…” he started, a bit hesitant in tune, still catching his breath. “Am I allowed…to voice them?”

“You are. Tell me, what’s on your mind?” you sweetly sing. Akihiko looked up to you.

“As much as I love it to make you feel good with my mouth…” he breathed in and out sharply. “…I cannot deny the desire that I want to be inside you…I want to feel you…I want to pleasure you with my dick…”

After telling, he let his head down, you could see how the heat crushed into his cheeks. He still wasn’t use to this bold dirty talk, even when he clearly enjoys it. You softly laughed, lightly patting his head, letting your hand ruffling his hair.

“…I have to say…you really are doing a great job down there. You are such a good boy… I think…”

You could feel how he looked up again with a kind of impatient look in his eyes.

“…I think…we can have a little change…Must admit, as much as I enjoy your skills…it is different not to feel you…I want…to feel you…” you said, a tiny hint of pink on your cheeks, allowing shortly the short shift in the atmosphere. “Please Aki…be inside me!”

A soft smile appeared on his face, slowly going back on his feet. You weren’t really a short one, not yet as tall as him. However, it still makes things to you when Akihiko stands before you, and you slightly have to look up to him. He closes the distant between you, placing his hands on your hips and capturing your lips with his again. You could feel his dick poking you which automatically let you spread your legs a bit apart. Clearly not going unnoticed by the male. He seemed a bit surprise about the speed in action. You only chuckle.

“I think we can agree we had enough foreplay, or?”

You didn’t even let him answer when you grab into one of your kimono bags, just for taking out some condoms. Akihiko’s surprised face even grew bigger. He cannot deny the thought the whole being angry and making up was just a charade to have an excuse to have sex with him in an unknown place. Not that he wouldn’t mind. Well, maybe he would be a bit hesitant about the idea being intimate in another place than his dorm room. A thing he would definitely trying to work on, being a bit…bolder with you. But that’s for another occasion.

He thankfully took one and prepared himself, your eyes glued to it. When the tiny layer of protection was on, you only smirked at him. You opened the loop of your kimono, revealing yourself naked before your already naked boyfriend.

“Show me what you can” you provoke him, a tiny spark in his eyes lighting up by the challenge. Of course, he now doesn’t waste any time, closing the distant between you. With one hand lifting one of your legs, he used the other to guide himself into a comfortable position to slide inside you. Even when the preparation was gentle, it wasn’t the entrance. It’s quite the opposite. With a rush thrust, hips hardly crushed against it, a sharp pain went through both of you. This would leave some bruises. “I’m sorry” Akihiko mumbles, slightly embarrassed by himself. “I promise, I’ll work on it the next time…” You just watched him, not saying anything. Instead, you just took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. Your fingers drawing the features, letting him feel a warm shiver crawling down his spine. Even for nighttime and the rare light, you could see his grey eyes shining bright at you. A glimpse of warm, kindness, love but also lust, hunger and desire. It was unbelievable for you that those eyes only looked at you, that those feelings were only meant for you. You considered yourself really a lucky girl.

“Don’t let me wait, Aki…” you breathed into his ear when you lean more into him. “Let me feel…alive!”

The words did their magic to the senior, the mood shifting faster than someone could count stars. His hands found his place gripping your hips, your body got pressed against the railing. To your both lucks, it was built out of steel. Any other material wouldn’t last the upcoming event. Which would be leading in both of you falling into the garden’s lake. Which would cause a very high amount of unwanted attention both of you didn’t desire right now.

He started with an uncoordinated pace, not sure if he should thrust slow or fast, and even unsure of the impact he wanted to add to it. His one hand pressed your leg against his hip, mostly for more stability for you, and a better angle for him. Your hands grabbed the railing, also trying to lay against it as much as it’s providing comfort. You let your head hung back in your neck, eyes closed, for letting the pleasure crushing down on you. Letting them room to wash over you, leaving the taste of desire for more. Hums and softly sighs left your mouth which let Akihiko known that he’s quite on the right path.

It took him some minutes to set to a pace which pleased you and himself. Not slow, but not exactly fast. He would describe it as a steady beat, mostly like a rhythm he uses when he trains his boxing. That you grabbed the railing gave him a bit more freedom in the angle he thrusted into you. He doesn’t have to think about if it would shake you and you would lose your footing. He watched how you had your eyes closed; enjoyment written on your face while he continued pounding into you. The way you enjoyed this so much made things to him, filling him with warmth and somehow more anticipation to pleasuring you even more. It also responded to the way your walls clenched around him with every thrust he gives you. Some grunts escaped his mouth, he closed his eyes down for also processing the flow and rush of feelings inside him. It caused him automatically to lightly speed up the pace, and also the force with each thrust.

He wished to say how incredible it feels for him, how much it thrilled him up. Yet, his lips were unable to form the words. Only pants escaped. It was for you either. You looked up, looking at him. You could admire for hours how the sweat lightly drops off his body on yours, how his glaze was locked on you. It was marvelous how his body moved with such easy grace in- and outside you, letting you feel a spark when the tip of his dick reached a very deep point inside you. You let go off the railing, just for grabbing behind his neck, forcing once again your lips on his. It took him a bit off-guard; it slightly broke his pattern. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was a battle of hunger, desire and dominance. One hand grab into his hair, hardly pulling at it while the other digs the finger into his back’s flesh for support, leaving visible scratches. It caused him to moan loud into your kiss, yet he doesn’t even think of giving up, or letting up from the pace.

The kiss even thrilled him more up. While your lips battled, his hand on your leg pressed it even harder against his hip, the other grips even harder at your hip. He even dared to slightly made its way to your ass, clapping it playfully, lightly digging his fingers into your soft flesh, letting you know he can also play this game. You couldn’t resist a moan, but also not a payback in biting his lip during the kiss. You just hoped it wasn’t such a hard bite. It wouldn’t be the first time you bite a bit too hard. Well, it wasn’t in the end your problem to explain the swollen lip to others. To your liking, it fueled him even more with energy, and he changed again his pace. His brain was now fully consumed by the heated kiss battle, the way your body reacted to him and his own desire – fast and merciless. He didn’t even care that your body clutched against the steel of the railing. It wasn’t any harm for you, yet it wasn’t really quiet. It appeared it was a bit rusty, so it squeaks soundly. But he doesn’t care, you also don’t care. Your hips started moving alongside with his thrust, letting him grunt into the kiss. His grip got stronger, so as his pounds into you. You tried to scream into the kiss when his dick reached a weak point, it sometimes failed. It was somehow the moment you knew it wouldn’t take any longer for you to last, same goes for your boyfriend.

And he could sense it, for you and himself. Akihiko collected his last remain energy and jack hammered his dick inside you like a god-damn tantrum. You clenched extremely around him, he had to hold his breath how tight you were. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back to process the sheer amount of feeling crushing down. Akihiko could only watch how you got hit by the orgasm. Yet, soon enough to feel himself getting kicked over the clouds by how tight you were that it milked him out instantly.

He stopped abruptly with his movements, slowly letting go of your leg. He softly placed his hands on your hips, giving you support. Both of you just tried to catch the own breath. After minutes what feel like years, you gained back a bit of life and common sense into yourself. However, trying to saying something was another different topic.

“…that was…uhm…”

You just realized the whole situation. That you were indeed in a very intimate moment with your boyfriend, in a very unknow place and you were sure with one thing: You weren’t really quiet about it. The fact he was entirely naked and covered in sweat while you were part of naked, but also covered in sweat, count into the realization.

“We should leave as soon as possible!”

“What?” was Akihiko’s only response before you somehow chased him to dress himself up poorly and escaping through the next door back into the hotel. It doesn’t even let you both time to somehow clean up whatever mess you left. Both of you hide in the near bathroom for guests, just hearing some footsteps outside in direction to the garden. While you had to wait before the coast was clear, you both used it to freshen yourself a bit up as much as possible. Yet, both of you were a bit embarrassed to say something to the outcome of the situation. It was kind of frighting and thrilling at the same time, leaving a positive and negative mix of feelings inside you.

“Aki…” you said softly, gathering his attention. He walked up to you, looking curious at you. “Yes?”

“…I forgive you…for…earlier, you know…” you mumble. “You showed me how much I mean to you and…and I really did enjoy it…” You hugged him which he accepted in an instant.

“I am glad” he said, gentle caressing your back during the hug. “You had no idea how worried I was about a way to apologize…”

“Yeah, I can imagine. But I think our new problem is more to worry about…”

You heard him sighing. “I just hope no one saw us”

“I guess, they just…heard us…” you said, you heard him sigh again. “Will be some rumors in the next time…”

“Wonderful” you heard Akihiko saying, clearing seeing him rolling his eyes. Even when no one would ever find out it was the both of you – being the hottest topic in rumors wasn’t to his liking. Because he would know the rumors will be about you and him. It kind of let him feel embarrassed than being proud.

You parted, looking at each other. “I think, we should go back to bed to get some sleep. We will talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, that sounds like a plan. Good night, [Y/N]!”

“Good night, Aki”

You shared a quick kiss, and leave to your rooms in hope not to get caught.

You didn’t get caught but Akihiko’s biggest nightmare came true the next morning. By the start of the last day, students were talking highly about the events they got a glimpse on.

“Have you heard? It seems we have some love birds among us, and they chirped a bit too loud in the night in the garden.”

“No way, really?”

“Oh, yeah. Some students woke up because they heard someone scream, so they alarmed some staff. But when they arrived, all what they found was a used condom.”

“How filthy. They didn’t get caught?”

“Nope. But can you imagine? Some people are crazy and horny enough to fuck in public…”

It was kind of hard not to feel insulted by the many descriptions of being naughty by plenty of students but both of you made it somehow. How Akihiko even ditched the questioning of Junpei who seemed not to believe him was impressive. In the end, both of you made it back into the dorm without being suspected.

Akihiko had texted you to come to his room, so you knocked at his door. Soon, he opens and let you in. Both of you sit down on the edge of his bed.

“It’s about last night…” he started, truly thinking about his next words. “I’m sorry I caused us such problems”

“Huh?” you asked surprised. “But it wasn’t your entire fault, Aki”

“Well…If I remember right, I…” his face turned a shade redder. “I was the one who made you scream…”

“That…might be true…” you also felt flustered. “But the entire idea was on my bucket, you just obeyed…”

“…but I also followed the flow, so…I don’t know…” he sighed. He felt a bit like a kicked puppy.

“Can we agree it was the fault from both of us?” you asked, seeing to his lightly troubled face. He nods.

“And even when it has an end, we didn’t see coming…I…really enjoyed it.”

Akihiko looked up, a faint pink on his cheeks. “You do?”

“Of course, I do, idiot. I always do. Because, it is with you, the person I care the most…”

You didn’t expect him to reaction bold with kissing you forcefully, letting you both fall on the bed. He parted, looking at you.

“You are also the person I care the most…You are driving me crazy with how tempting you are…”

You only chuckled, but got cut off by another kiss.

“Let me show you how much I love you…”

And you did let him do it.

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A Chance Encounter (3/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 1.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

Chapter Summary: Almost two years after moving to Boston and meeting Ethan Ramsey, Sawyer realizes her spring break dream guy and current boyfriend are the same person.

Part One | Part Two

Part Three: The Realization

March 2024 - Boston, Massachusetts

“Okay, okay! Truce!” Sawyer surrendered with breathless laughter. She and Ethan, and most of the surfaces in the room, were dripping wet in the aftermath of their impromptu water fight at the kitchen sink.

Ethan playfully swatted her bottom with a dish towel before he started mopping up the countertop. “Hey!” she jumped with a laugh. “You started it, mister.”

“Uh-uh. You did when you gagged at my recipe idea.”

“Sorry, not sorry. But it was a terrible idea. Who puts raisins in pasta? Who puts raisins in anything? Gross,” she shivered in disgust. Changing the subject, “Hey, speaking of terrible things… did you hear about all those spring breakers who ended up in the E.R. last night?”

“I did. I saw it on the news as well. It’s a miracle no one drowned. Fifty people crammed onto a pontoon boat… what a bunch of drunken idiots,” Ethan commented and shook his head.

“So, I take it you never did anything crazy or reckless on your spring breaks?” She stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. “Did you even go on any spring break trips?”

“Once.”

Nearly a year and a half since meeting in the lobby of Edenbook, Sawyer still hadn’t remembered their encounter over a decade ago. And Ethan didn’t want to tell her. He wanted her to realize on her own and was still hopeful she would. Something would eventually jog her memory and he wanted to witness the moment she finally connected the dots. The more senior doctor had always been fascinated with how his protege’s mind worked, how an everyday random thought became the key to unlocking a medical mystery. He wondered if it would be like that when she finally remembered. But then again, Sawyer didn’t even know there was a mystery to be solved, so maybe not.

“Once what?” Sawyer asked, walking to the dining table to collect the wine glasses, “Once you were reckless or once–” She cut herself off as her foot slipped out from under her. “Whoa!” she yelped, clipping her elbow on a metal cabinet handle as she fell on her rump. “Owww,” she whimpered, cradling her throbbing funny bone.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Ethan rushed to her side and crouched down. He peeled Sawyer’s hand away from her elbow and saw red. “Come here.” Scooping her into his arms, he stood and gently deposited her on top of the kitchen island. Reaching for a roll of paper towels, he tore a couple off. “Here, keep pressure on it. I’ll be right back.” A minute later he returned with a first aid kit.

Needing a distraction from the throbbing pain, Sawyer watched him sort through the kit. “Tell me more about your spring break. I can’t quite picture you partying on the beach in Florida. Isn’t that where all the east coasters go?”

“It was during med school,” he answered. “Tobias’ stepdad had a house at the beach, right on the water. We spent a few days there with a couple of other buddies from school. It wasn’t anything wild like the scene in Florida… pretty upscale… but Tobias did throw a big party while we were there.” Having gathered the needed supplies, he lifted the paper towels and examined the gash on her elbow. “What about you? Let me guess… Mexico? Lake Havasu? Vegas?”

She shook her head as she also assessed her injury. “I was on scholarship. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere. But sophomore year, my roommate invited me to go with her to New York. She was a nanny for a super-rich family from L.A. They let her bring a friend since she was giving up her spring break to travel with them.”

Standing between her legs, Ethan cleaned the wound. When Sawyer turned her head and flinched from the sting of the antiseptic, he leaned down and blew on her elbow.

Sawyer snapped her head back to him. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, memories of her time in the Hamptons with a handsome young stranger came rushing back. The stranger who traveled with three friends and whose roommate had a wealthy stepfather who owned a house on the water. A medical student at John Hopkins. A coffee snob with eyes the same color as the ocean.

“You– You didn’t say where you went for spring break,” she commented quietly.

Ethan stepped away to dispose of the bloody gauze and paper towels. His back was to her when he answered. “The Hamptons.”

When he turned around, he saw the realization dawning in her glassy eyes.

Sawyer stared back at him for a moment. "Moondoggie?" she asked softly, her throat suddenly tight as she swallowed her choked-up tears.

Ethan smiled as he returned to the counter and rummaged through the first aid kit for the right size bandage.

“You’re… it was… it was you?" she stammered, putting the puzzle pieces together. As he applied ointment to her wound, her mind wandered to the countless times he had lovingly kissed and caressed the barely there scar on her thigh. "Why haven't you ever said anything?"

"It was complicated. You were an intern. I was an attending. Cracking that door open would have made it even harder to keep things professional.”

"When exactly did you realize?" she wondered.

"In the waiting room of the E.R. The moment I saw and called you over to help,” he admitted, tearing the wrapping away from the bandaid.

“But you acted like you didn’t know me.”

“I recognized you immediately. How could I ever forget these bewitching green eyes?” he said, his knuckles caressing her cheek. “I just didn’t know your name.”

She held her tongue as he concentrated on placing the butterfly bandage just right. When he was done, Sawyer slugged him.

“Ow! What was that for?” he moaned, rubbing his shoulder.

“We met. We had this incredible connection. Had a magical night together. And thennn, we meet again ten years later, unable to resist each other, and you still don’t believe in soulmates?!”

Ethan shrugged. “You know I believe in science, not star charts. There’s a perfectly logical explanation–”

Sawyer shook her head and cut him off before he bored her to death with scientific reasoning. “Ethan… I can’t believe this… you were my… my–”

“Spring break hook-up?” he tried to finish for her.

“No… well yes, but you were my– my first.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked her in the eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, clearly it was not very memorable,” he poked fun at himself as he started to move away and clean up.

Sawyer quickly grabbed his shirt and tugged him back. “Are you kidding?! I’ve never forgotten that night, Ethan. I never forgot how you made me feel,” she told him, wrapping her hands around his wrists to keep him close. “You know, the first time I saw a picture of you, I thought you looked like him. The guy I met on spring break. It was always at the back of my mind, but I figured it was just wishful thinking...” She trailed off, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “It's probably why I didn't recognize you as my medical hero when we saved that woman's life. Seeing you again short-circuited my brain," she chuckled. Locking eyes with him, her tone became more serious. "That guy from the beach was my dream guy. I’ve never forgotten him and I compared everyone who came after to him.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a near whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes.” Sawyer shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t remember right away. I suppose once I started to get to know you… once I found the real thing… I didn’t need to hold onto the memory of the dream guy anymore.” She locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his torso, drawing him as close as possible.

“I see,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Well, maybe if I play my cards right, I can be your first and your last.”

“Take me to the bedroom, Moondoggie,” she smiled. “You can be my first, last, and right now.”

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Freak Like Me

Chapter 6

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

AO3 // previous // next

Y/N has just moved to Hawkins from England with her parents and is starting at the high school in the final term of her senior year. Eddie immediately takes a liking to her and they become fast friends, deciding to take her under his wing and falling to her charms. This is Hawkins however and things are never quite as they seem...

WHOLE FIC TAGS & WARNINGS: gratuitous use of Y/N (I'm not sorry), friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual smut, semi-fix-it-fic, angst, injury, canon dialogue and events used, canon graphic violence, no main character death :)

Chapter Tags & Warnings: Y/N's backstory - illusions to SA and drugging but no graphic detail, trauma flashbacks, Eddie and reader have a heart-to-heart-bonding moment, Patrick gets vecna'd in the lake, mass amounts of swearing and sexual innuendo and tension, two idiots in love in hiding, insecurity, anxiety, reader has baggage, Eddie is protective.

Chapter Word Count - 6.1k

A/N - I had writer's block for a while, so another 2-month gap in uploads, sorry. apologies in advance, this chapter is incredibly dark, and you may need tissues. I had my best friend proofread the trauma flashbacks to ensure that it wasn't too much to read emotionally but still, Heavy Trigger Warning for mentions of SA.

“Wait!” Eddie stopped her before she could launch into her story, “Let’s get you off the floor first.”

Slowly and shakily rising from the floor, Eddie managed to get a still out-of-it Y/N back to the boat, carefully sitting her down. Frantic eyes checked over her constantly, looking for any signs of another attack. Her red raw bottom lip was pulled between her teeth, hands fidgeting in her lap which was bouncing rhythmically. “Eddie, what I’m about to tell you…it’s really dark, I just…I don’t want you to think any less of me…”

“Sweetheart, there are very few things on this earth that could make me think less of you, I can handle it.” His voice had a slightly playful lilt to it, wrapping her hands in his ring-clad ones.

Y/N took a deep breath, eyes fluttering as she tried to keep her thoughts in check, “Before we moved to Hawkins - before my dad got this new job - there was an incident at my old school.” Eddie nodded as she paused, silently encouraging her to continue, letting her fiddle with his rings as she continued to speak, “I didn’t use to look or act like this…I was a preppie. I thought I had to be to survive, and I promised myself that when I started at Hawkins High, I would be myself, completely, and I’m so happy that I did because I found you and I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin but…what happened, it still haunts me.”

Y/N’s perfectly manicured nails tapped against the desk absentmindedly to the song in their head as the teacher at the front of the classroom talked the classroom through the imagery in one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. A note slid itself onto the wooden surface from beside her. She smirked to herself before even opening the note, knowing that it came from her boyfriend sitting beside her.

‘You still up for Saturday? Haven’t stopped thinking about what I’m gonna do to you, baby.’

Theo stifled a laugh as Y/N blanched at the words before quickly scribbling a response and passing the note back, readjusting her posture as he read the note.

‘Of course, I’m up for Saturday, but you can keep those thoughts in your head.’

‘Come on! It’ll be a laugh, I’ll be gentle.’

‘You know I want to, I really want to, but I do not want my first time to be at a party where anyone could overhear us or walk in.’

‘But that’s part of the fun baby, come on I wanna make you scream for the whole house to hear.’

‘Drop it or I’m not coming at all. You can have me all to yourself another night.’

‘Alright, jeez, loosen up a bit baby, I was just teasing.’

By Saturday night, 3 days later, unbeknownst to Y/N, Theo had told his friends all about his plans for the evening whilst not bringing it up again to her at all, acting the perfect gentleman. The party hosted by a member of the school’s popular boys, a friend of Theo’s, was in full swing by the time Y/N arrived, flouncy baby pink dress skirting her thighs sweetly. She mingled and danced and laughed, Theo’s arm slung around her shoulder, hand slowly getting closer and closer to her chest with every hour.

As the night went on, Y/N started to feel time moving slower and slower, despite having not drunk too much of anything and mostly sticking to non-alcoholic beverages. Most nights like this, she chose to be able to remember what had happened and hated the headaches that followed when she didn’t.

“Theo, can you take me somewhere to lie down? I feel dizzy…” Y/N slurred slightly, leaning on him, and feeling the rumble of his laugh in his chest. Not hearing his response, she let out a small yelp of surprise as she was suddenly guided to an upstairs bedroom, “Thank you…you’re so good to me…”

Y/N took a shaky breath before letting out a bitter laugh, “‘You’re so good to me’. What bullshit…”

Eddie was silently fuming in his seat, hating every word that spilt out of Y/N’s mouth with eyes like thunder, as she continued the story.

Waking up the next morning, Y/N blinked harshly and groaned as the sunlight hit her face. The more awake she becomes the more horrifically aware of her surroundings and exposed state of being she becomes. Memories of the previous night came flooding back to her in a daze of blurry images and incoherent phrases, making her sick to her stomach. Theo waltzed into the room wearing only sweats and a smug smirk, eyeing the powdery pastel pink of her dress discarded in a corner along with her underwear and shoes.

“Morning baby, sleep well?” The implication dripping from his voice twisted at her insides, despite the seemingly sweet words. All she could do was sit there, clutching the duvet to her exposed chest, staring at him in complete and utter betrayal and hatred.

Breathing growing heavier with rage, Y/N managed to control her emotions enough to speak somewhat calmly, “What happened last night, Theo?”

The boy in question sauntered over to the bed and perched next to Y/N on the bed, making her shuffle away in disgust. “Don’t be like that. You were practically begging me to get you in bed last night,” Everything about his being made her skin crawl, instantly feeling an intense need to scrub every trace of him off her.

“No…I wanted to sleep, I was dizzy…I don’t even know why, I barely drank,” Y/N urged, the door looking miles away from where he had caged her in on the bed.

His laugh, cocky and victorious rang in her ears, “Oh, baby…you were being so fucking uptight, I just wanted to help you relax a little,” The world around her blacked out. “God, you were so clingy, it was almost too easy. ‘Oh, Theo, you’re so good to me…make me feel so good…’”

“I- I didn’t- what did you- you didn’t, please tell me you didn’t.” Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Theo groaned in frustration and rolled his eyes. “Are you really crying right now? I’ve been nothing but good to you. And I remember all those nights we talked and talked on the phone as you told me every single one of your dirty little fantasies, you’re a little freak. I know you wanted this. You asked for this.”

Y/N rocked herself back and forth slightly, her grip on Eddie’s hands vice-like; Eddie looked as though he was about to commit homicide. His mind raced with all the different ways he could hurt the person who hurt her without a single care. Breathing heavily, Eddie gulped down the growing lump in his throat, knowing that despite his rage, all his energy should be focused on the girl in front of him. He calmed his racing mind to take in her state, and almost crumbled. She was a wreck. Their eyes were frantic as she relived that memory in her mind, tears streaming freely down her face, still shaken from the panic attack and more so from the vicious words circling her head.

“I got out of there pretty fast after that.” Y/N sniffled, pushing away the painful memory, “On Monday, back at school, I tried to avoid him, but it was impossible, we shared so many classes and I ended up walking straight into him. I tried to walk away but he pulled me back, he- he told me that if I tried to tell anyone, nobody would believe me. He’d told his friends and they’d told basically the entire school, not that they needed to. Half the school had already seen me all over him at the party and jumped to their own conclusions about what happened when we disappeared. Everyone thought that I’d, like, begged him to-” She took a deep breath to calm herself, “It was torture, none of my friends would look at me the same after, and so many people talked about what they thought happened, I couldn’t escape it, so I became a recluse. Stopped talking to everyone, just went to school, did my work, tried to ignore what everyone was saying and got the hell out of there without saying goodbye when dad got offered his job here.”

“He should be in fucking jail for doing that to you. Actually, no, fuck that, he should be six feet under.” Eddie furrowed his brows, mystified by the sad tale, and wondering why or how anyone would be capable of hurting her in such a violent manner, “Why did you think that I would think any less of you?”

Y/N laughed in hysterical relief at his protectiveness and understanding, gazing at him with such adoration that he thought he might explode, before it faded into anxiety all over again, “Ever since that day, there’s been this voice in my head telling me that I deserved it. That I ruined everything, and that I’m going to keep ruining things, because I’m just some horny bitch who couldn’t keep her legs closed and made everyone hate me…” her voice came out as barely a whisper, “that I, fundamentally, don’t…deserve to be loved. That everyone is just going to use me and leave me.”

Eddie pulled her into the tightest, safest, embrace. She breathed in his scent, stronger from being in hiding but still very much Eddie, and allowed her eyes to fall shut as she nuzzled into the juncture of his neck. One of his ringed hands cradled her head as his other arm locked itself around the small of her back, his head resting on hers once more, the curtain of his hair falling over her face. Trembling hands held tightly onto him as he let her cry into his neck. Whilst his mind spun with the new information, his heart ached – wanting nothing more than to make sure that nothing like that ever happened to her again, and knowing that his own actions hadn’t made it any easier.

“After it all happened,” mumbling into Eddie’s neck, just loud enough for him to hear, she tried to further explain herself, “I didn’t report it, I was too scared, but my parents knew. They’d heard from other parents when it had circulated the school and sat me down to talk about it. Mum was pensive, but I could see on her face that she was in pain for me, despite not saying anything about it. My dad…well, our relationship has never quite been the same…I think he partially blames me for what happened, thinks I was too reckless, that I should’ve never got involved with him in the first place…he always hated Theo.”

“Anyone that could even somewhat blame you for that is just as much a douchebag as he is,” Eddie stated defensively, hands flexing as he barely stifled his temper, bumping her dad up his mental list of people he hated.

She pulled herself off his chest to look him in the eye, “You really believe that?”

Eddie stared down at her in disbelief, “Of course I do.” She smiled softly, leaning back into his touch.

Their surroundings started to phase back into reality, and quite quickly became all too aware of her own skin and the things touching it, snapping her out of her self-pity. With a sigh, she pulled herself up, and started rummaging through her backpack, stuffing a clean pair of underwear in a pocket, having packed them earlier in case a ‘you-never-know’ situation occurred, “Does Rick’s house have a shower we could use? I’d quite like to get this grime off me.”

“Uh- Y-yeah, follow me.”

Sneaking out of the shed, for fear of lurking townies, they made their way up to the house, Eddie pulling a key out of his jacket pocket. The house had a lingering herbal scent, as though it had seeped into the walls and taken up permanent residency, that made Y/N snicker slightly. Eddie strolled pretty casually through the house, knowing the floor plan with his eyes shut, and led her through to a back room where the den was, overlooking the lake, attached to a small bathroom. Opening the door for her, Eddie guided her into the small, tiled room. It wasn’t particularly new or fancy looking but it was clean enough, and towels were stacked in a tall wooden cabinet near the door that she could use.

“I’ll be quick…don’t want to be here long enough for anyone in the area to notice,” Y/N thought out loud and Eddie hummed in agreement, saying that he’d knock if they needed to make a quick escape back to the boathouse. Deciding that it’d be quicker to not wash their hair, Y/N scrubbed at her body with the generic-looking soap in the shower whilst keeping her hair as dry as possible. The warm water wasn’t quite hot enough, but got the job done and she was out of the shower in under 10 minutes, despite having spent the first few figuring out how the shower worked, trying to make it hotter and then having a little cry before actually washing.

Eddie paced the length of the den as she showered, keeping an ear out for any signs of movement around the house from potential townies. Despite the horrific things he’d seen happen to Chrissy and being in hiding for her presumed murder, the story Y/N had told him about her past was all he could think about. Why anyone, how anyone, could do that to another person? How he wished he could punch the asshole in the face, repeatedly, with iron knuckles. How utterly terrifying it must’ve been. His head couldn’t help but also go back through every one of their conversations and encounters, searching for any sign that he had made her feel uncomfortable in any way, for any sign that she didn’t want what he wanted. But when she appeared back in front of him, skin flushed from the steam, clothes clinging to her slightly differently from the precipitation, any thoughts of doubt fled his mind. She looked at him with utmost care and respect, her body pulling itself into his personal space like gravity.

“In different circumstances, we’d be sat on these sofas, probably high as kites, watching some stupid movie that Rick has in his collection, right now.” Y/N sighed wistfully at the thought of doing functionally nothing with him, curled up in peace and safety.

Eddie smiled, moving impossibly closer to wipe a stray water droplet from her hairline running down towards her temple, “Wouldn’t that just be perfect, considering our last movie night got ruined by this mess.”

Y/N laughed dryly. Everything she had planned for that night, flew out the window pretty fast and had been flying just out of reach ever since, feeling more and more like a pipe dream with every day that passed. “We technically have all the time in the world right now, to talk about everything but…God, it just-!” She cut herself off, frustrated with the world. “Every fibre of my being is still so confused and tired and angry about this whole fucked up situation, but all I can think about when I’m with you is you. It would be so much easier if you didn’t take up so much of my goddamn brain space.”

She collapsed face-first onto one of the old, blanket-draped, sofas and let out a muffled noise of frustration. He cautiously sat next to her, thigh by her head and arm hanging off the back of the sofa above her. “Do I really take up that much space in that pretty little head of yours?” His voice was slightly cocky and teasing but with that underlying sincerity and insecurity that had made her so infatuated so quickly, and eased her frustration somewhat.

“Yes.” She answered into the sofa, making him chuckle. She lifted her face up and out of the fabric, “Don’t laugh.”

Eddie grinned at her cheekily before it faltered, “Sweetheart, I’m honoured, truly. I don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up, yes you do Eds. If I didn’t think you deserved that time or energy I wouldn’t be here. Dumbass.” Annoyance dripped off every word, but he knew that it wasn’t malicious.

“Someone’s cranky,” She flipped him off, which he returned, a smile trying to force its way onto her face, but being stubbornly repressed. “How are you feeling, anyway?”

“Grim and still anxious, but better having showered,” she sighed pulled herself up to sit, legs touching his, right as her stomach grumbled loudly, “We should probably eat something. I brought all our favourite snacks but there’s also some leftovers from Mum in my backpack-”

Eddie’s face lit up, not saying a single word before pulling her up and dragging her back to the boathouse where her bag was. If there was one thing that Eddie had grown extremely fond of from having Y/N in his life, apart from Y/N themselves and everything they did together, it was her mum's cooking. No matter what she made, he was almost guaranteed to love it. Even the things he wasn’t so sure about he ended up loving. “I don’t know how she does it, she must have magic in some capacity to make vegetables taste good,” he had said one night after she made a veg-packed pasta dish that he knows he would’ve hated if anyone else had made it.

“Eds, ease up, you’re gonna pull my arm out the socket,” Y/N whined as she was pulled behind the man on a mission. They sat in the boathouse sharing the tub of leftovers, that were somehow still good even cold, in comfortable silence, too hungry to talk between mouthfuls. Once devoured, Y/N stuffed the empty box and cutlery back in her bag and collapsed against Eddie, trying to find a comfortable position to get some rest. Ultimately, they found themselves in an all too familiar position, her head on his chest, one of his arms curled around her back and the other behind his head, their legs tangled. Though intimate, the position was comforting and lulled them into a false sense of security. Any other time they had cuddled like this, it was in the safety of one of their rooms after a long night of studying, food, and D&D prep, whilst they listened to music and talked until it was time for the other to leave for the evening. Sometimes, they cuddled up like that under her smoking tree, stargazing deep into the night. But snuggled up in the boathouse in hiding, it meant something different to them both.

“Weirdly enough, the rocking of the boat in the water is oddly soothing…is this how babies feel in the crib?” Eddie broke their comfortable silence.

The question made her scoff into his shirt, shaking her head slightly. “You know, you come out with some right odd shit? But yeah, probably.”

He hums in acknowledgement, before asking another question, “Are you scared?”

“Terrified. You?”

He paused, deliberating how honest he should be. Of course, he was scared. The whole situation was mortifying, and what was scaring him just as much, was how much danger he had put her in. The thought of losing her, of what happened to Chrissy happening to her, made his blood run cold. She could be at home with her mother, peacefully unaware of any of this, safe and out of harm’s way. If only she had chosen another lunch table. If only she hadn’t joined Hellfire. If only she hadn’t taken over every waking thought he had. They wouldn’t be in this mess. But…

But then he would be alone in hiding, alone in his fear. With only Dustin to keep him in check and safe, from a distance. A long and very silent distance. Banished though he may be, at least he wasn’t banished alone. And there was no one he would rather be banished with than her. It was selfish of him but in that moment with her safe in his arms, being on the run wasn’t too bad.

“Not as scared as I could be right now.” His eyes closed, heartbeat picking up as the words fell from his mouth. With her head to his chest, she could feel the skip of his heart and smiled a little. Not another word was said as they drifted off to uneasy sleep.

Waking up every few hours, as noises from the woods made it hard to sleep, eventually, Y/N felt as though she had rested enough and woke up a final time to sunlight pouring in through the arch and windows. Eddie had been awake for a while, having been woken up by sounds of movement in the trees and, though nothing came of it, he couldn’t get back to sleep for much longer after that. His body ached from the wood of the boat, and the tarp hadn’t done much to help keep him warm in the early hours of the morning, but the warmth from Y/N’s body and the sound of her soft snores, as she dozed, helped to take the edge off. Pulling her closer as her eyes finally fluttered open, he gazed down at her, sunlight kissing her sleepily pouted face.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured huskily, what little sleep he had caught in his throat.

She closed her eyes again and buried her face into his chest, one hand gripping the fabric as the other played with a near curl of his hair, “Mornin’, honey.”

“Killing me here,” He groaned at the softness of her early morning state, “If this is what it’s like to wake up with you, I never want to wake up alone again.”

She laughed lightly before sitting up and feeling just how stiff she was, letting out long whines and groans as she stretched as much as she could without leaving the boat. As she stood to stretch out her legs and back properly, she thought out loud to herself “Need to pee…” before wandering to the door of the boathouse.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” Eddie questioned, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. He had propped himself up with his arms behind him slightly, watching as she moved to the door.

She looked back at him in bewilderment, “The bathroom? Gotta go.”

“Be quick, okay? Then back here, it’s early but we can’t be too careful.”

The day was going to be long, and though they were in hiding, they still needed to be human. Luckily, she had food covered and Eddie had found a hiding spot with access to plumbing. She scampered up to the house and back as fast as she could, the adrenaline of potentially being caught had her moving inherently faster. Trying to find ways to pass the time, they spent the day slowly snacking on the supplies Y/N had brought, talking about ideas for the next campaign, discussing theories for what the others were doing – “Knowing Dustin, he’ll have gone full detective, you know, like how he is whilst trying to figure out the next move in D&D?” Y/N had suggested, causing Eddie to laugh with a strange fondness at the thought of the freshmen - and coming up with silly games to keep them occupied, deigning to go to the house only when absolutely necessary, and rarely alone. The conversation didn’t dare breach anything too heavy, already anxious enough and clinging on to any sense of normalcy between them, though the reality was creeping back in with every hour. Sleep that night was more uncomfortable from the lack of any real food, Eddie promised to check Rick's cupboards the next day before drifting off to sleep. Sounds of their stomachs grumbling pulled the pair from their slumber. Y/N reached for her nearly empty bottle of water and took a sip, savouring it before passing it to Eddie who finished it off.

“How many of these do we have left?” He asked, playing with the bottle as he watched Y/N rummage through the bags and rationing out what food was left.

She pulled out another large bottle of water from one of the bags and put it down on the workbench, “This is the last one. God, I hope the others are okay, I thought they’d at least check in to see if we’re still alive or needed more food.”

“They left a walkie for us.” The black device stood on the workbench, taunting them, “I’ll try to get a hold of them in a bit, right now I’m too hungry to care about trying.”

Digging into their breakfast of slightly stale toaster waffles, both of their minds raced, feeling as though their luck was running out. They spent most of the day like they had spent the last, only more on edge. It was past noon before they decided to venture back up to the house, needing some hot food no matter how gross it might be. Rick’s kitchen seemed to have been abandoned long before his arrest, with dust on the counters and shelves and a mostly empty fridge. Y/N jumped up to sit on the counter as Eddie rummaged through the cupboards. Watching him riffle through the abandoned kitchen made a warm domestic bubble settle in her stomach, knowing inherently that it was something she would never be tired of, holding dear all the mundane life moments she had with him, whilst she still could.

With each drawer and cupboard he opened, he muttered a small ‘nope’ to himself before finally opening the cupboard above the oven and inspecting a can, “Yeah,” he snorted, “You’ll do.”

“What are we having, chef?” Y/N watched as he pulled a saucepan from a cupboard and turned on the stove.

When the contents of the can were slowly heating, he turned to her, “A nutritious meal of spaghetti hoops. It was all I could find that wasn’t a potential biohazard.”

Once the hoops were sufficiently hot, they wandered into the living room passing the pan and spoon between them, neglecting to properly plate up the food in sheer hunger. Eddie’s agitation wasn’t fully squashed by the meal, however, “Throw me the walkie…I’ll try to get a hold of Henderson…” He fiddled with the knobs as Y/N collapsed onto the sofa with the hoops, wrapping themselves in a blanket thrown haphazardly onto the backrest. Eventually, he got it to the right channel, holding down a button to talk, “Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there?”

Static. Silence.

“Dustin, can you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Dustin?” He tried again, getting more impatient, “Earth to Dustin.”

“Hey, it's Nancy.”

Y/N recognised the voice of Nancy Wheeler, Mike’s older sister. They had only briefly met a handful of times when it was her turn to pick up Mike from Hellfire, she never stayed for long. Only once had she actually gotten out of the car to greet Mike, and that was when he was stalling and talking to Eddie about the campaign for a little too long for her liking, practically dragging him back to the car with a silent nod at Eddie and Y/N as she went.

“Wheeler! Hey.” Eddie sighed in relief of finally getting a response, Y/N jumping up to stand with him by the door, saucepan in hand, “Um, we’re gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want us going out into the world.”

“No.” an immediate response from Nancy, “No, no, no. Don't do that. Stay where you are, and we'll be there as soon as we can.”

“Thanks, Nancy, we were starting to get a little worried,” Y/N took the walkie, “How is everything?”

There was an almost palpable silence before they heard Nancy’s voice again, “We’ll tell you when we see you.”

The pair locked eyes, “Well that’s never a good sign.” Y/N mused, deciding not to hold down the walkie button so Nancy couldn't hear.

“Listen, um…” Eddie pinched back the radio, “Can you pick me up a six-pack?”

Y/N stared at him in exasperation for a few seconds before walking away and eating more of the now slightly cold spaghetti, flopping down on the sofa.

“I know, it's stupid as shit, drinking right now,” He said pointedly, not taking his eyes off Y/N as she stared back at him over a spoonful of hoops, “but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.”

“Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back.” Nancy ignored the request, seemingly distracted by something, and they were once again met with silence.

Eddie panicked, “No, don't you da-- Wheeler? Wheeler?”

But she was gone. Eddie cursed to himself before collapsing into the space next to Y/N, and taking the saucepan from her to finish off the rest himself. “Was the beer request necessary, Eds?”

“Look, if we’re gonna be stuck here for longer than a week, I’d kinda like to spend at least some of it not sober,” Eddie grumbled into his pasta, knee bouncing. With a sigh, she slid her hand onto his restless leg to soothe him a little, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder lightly. “Although…”

“Fuck off, Munson.” She denied him, the smile ever present in her voice, making him snort a laugh.

Once back in the boat house, with the empty can of spaghetti Eddie had brought back with them, the pair resided themselves to setting up camp for the rest of the day, settling back into their hideaway routine. From the sound of things with the others, or lack thereof, Y/N slowly let it settle in her head that they might be stuck for longer than she first imagined. It had already been an exhausting couple of days, and they were both getting antsy, waiting for the shoe drop.

Sometime in the afternoon, Eddie started a little game for himself, throwing things he could find into the empty spaghetti can from increasing distances. At first, Y/N just ignored the rattling sound of the can before it became too much, and she resigned herself to join him instead. They took turns trying to beat each other at the shot, nudging the other to make them miss, bickering as they did and keeping score.

Eddie was beating her 4-2 when tires on the path to the house made them immediately stop and duck down from the window above the bench they were sitting on. Eddie, slowly peering over the edge, looked out to see if it was just Steve in the Beemer but immediately crouched back down, “I don’t think it’s Harrington.”

Shaking slightly, Y/N peeked out through the window just as a familiar unfriendly face came into view getting out of the car, and ducked back down to whisper to Eddie, “It’s Jason. And I think he brought friends.”

“Shit…shit.” As Y/N took a few deep breaths, Eddie checked on the group outside, “They’re going into the house, we might have to make a break for it.”

Y/N nodded quickly before scrambling to collect anything important as Eddie tried in a desperate attempt to contact the others, “Hey, Dustin. You there?” He took frantic glances out of the window as he spoke, “It's Eddie. You remember me, right?” His eyes locked with Y/N’s as she came to stand by him once more, essentials in pockets in case they needed to run. “Hey, if anyone's there, I really think we might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay? Wheeler?” He hit the radio hard against his hand, as he sunk back down to crouch beneath the window, “Anybody?!”

“Eds, we’ve gotta try to stay calm, too much noise and they’ll come down here,” Y/N implored and reached for his hands. He put the walkie down, brushing her hands away before pulling her into him. She whispered into his chest just loud enough for him to hear, “They might give up after searching the house and realise we’re not there…”

“Let’s hope so,” Eddie whispered back, closing his eyes, and trying to focus his panicked breathing, his arms wrapped tight around her.

The sun set as Jason and his friends searched the house, the night growing darker and colder as Eddie and Y/N huddled ever closer. Eventually, when the moon was high in the sky, his curiosity got the best of him again. Eddie peered back through the window for any more signs of movement, the glow from the lights in the house alerting him to the townies ever-persisting search. Gripping the walkie tightly, he tried the others again, the desperation and fear fuelling him, “Dustin? Please. Are… Are you there?” After being met with yet more silence, only the sounds of the water against the boat to listen to, he gave up, “Never mind.” Placing the walkie down on a bench in the wooden vessel they had been sleeping in, he rounded it and called Y/N over softly, helping her into it before clambering in himself.

Trusting him implicitly, and not wanting to leave his side, Y/N followed his lead and silently helped him unhook the boat from its mount and started to paddle out onto the lake. They barely got 30 feet into the water before they heard a call from the bank, “Hey, Freaks!” Jason had finally found them. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Fuck.” Y/N could feel her heartbeat pick up more, as Eddie scrambled to reach the engine, cursing to himself. Faintly, Y/N could hear bodies in the water, swimming over to them, as she tried to tune them out and focus on her feeble attempts to row the boat solo as Eddie argued with the boat engine, which had obviously been attached and installed by Rick himself.

No longer caring about being heard now they had been seen, Eddie tried emphatically to get it to work, emphasising each word with a pull of the starting cord, “Just come on, you piece of shit.” Weakly, the engine spluttered in response but did not roar to life the way they wanted it to, “Come on. Gotta help me out here, man. Come on. Come on, you piece of shit!” He tried harder to bring it to life, but nothing worked, “Come on! Goddamn it!” He hit the engine in defeat as Jason and his friends swam ever closer, “Nope? Okay. All right. Okay.”

Scrambling back over to the bench to help Y/N, and almost falling over in the process, he picked up an oar and joined her in rowing away from the two boys in the water, gaining on them. Together, they managed to keep distance between themselves and Jason in the water, but it didn’t stop Eddie from shouting at him to ‘stay back’ and threatening to hit him with the oar if he did start coming too close for comfort, standing up to get more leverage to swing at him.

“Come on. We almost have them,” Jason called out behind him but stopped swimming when there was no response, looking back over his shoulder, “Hey, Patrick. Patrick!”

Y/N stopped rowing and turned around to see what the kerfuffle was about, just in time to see Patrick be pulled under the dark water of the lake, seemingly by nothing. With only the moon's reflection on the lake to illuminate the water, the group could only just see each other without straining, let alone movement below the water. Gripping the oar in one hand and the leather of Eddie's jacket in the other, Y/N scanned the gentle waves of the water frantically for any sign of Patrick beneath the soft currant. But found nothing. “Eddie, it’s happening again,” Y/N curled into herself as a cold chill ran down her spine as the air grew thick with apprehension.

Jason continued to call out for his friend, getting increasingly more terrified, until suddenly Patrick's body lifted 10 feet into the air above the lake. Dropping the oar and staring up in horror at the boy’s body suspended in mid-air above them, illuminated in the moonlight, Y/N let out a terrified scream before she registered Eddie’s shouts and then a loud splash as he fell backwards into the water from the shock. “Eddie!” Y/N shouted and, in complete disregard for her safety, dove in after him. She managed to grab his arm and keep a hold of him as he flailed to try to keep afloat.

Kicking for the surface, Y/N gasped for breath, as Eddie coughed to dispel the water from his lungs nearby. As Patrick's bones started to snap, they lurched backwards in their fear and found themselves clinging to each other in the cold water. Jason cried out for his friend, as he watched in disbelief as his body contorted, suspended in mid-air above him. Patrick's body buckled and bent out of shape limb by limb as his eyes were gouged out from behind his skull, his jaw finally dislocating before her was dropped mercilessly back into the lake, with a loud splash. Dead.

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