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usedtobecooler · 8 months
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eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader | 8.6k words
summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.
content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.
Steve Harrington is staring at you. 
In his silly little sailor uniform, eyeing you up whilst you silently pick at your banana sundae. It’s strange, truly, because Steve Harrington was a certified ladykiller, and had been for as long as you’d known him. You’d seen him lay on the signature moves one too many times during previous encounters, always making the girls blush and ogle at him dreamily as he told them exactly what they wanted to hear. 
So, why was he looking at you like a classified moron? Like a little creep who had no idea how to interact with women?
He was unfairly attractive, even when he was watching you like a dumbass. Dark lashes fanning his cheeks when he blinked — freckled, tan skin and juicy, almost glossy looking lips. He was so pretty it was kind of hard to look at him. Nobody was immune to the Harrington charm, not even you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself he didn’t have an affect on you. 
You take longer than you care to admit to before you catch yourself staring back behind hooded lids, and Steve notices, gives you a small smile. You duck your head back down, a heat spreading over your cheeks – why were you acting like a schoolgirl?!
“Don’t turn around, but—“ you barely even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, the poor guy frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his shocked face before he’s turning away. He hastily retreats through the barn doors to the back room, and you’re almost positive you see a cartoonish puff of air that his disappearing act leaves in his wake. 
“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” you hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware. 
“Hey! No hitting,” Eddie whines, leaning forward and stealing the glazed cherry from your sundae, popping it in his mouth with a delighted grin. You go to make a noise of protest, and he’s already butting in, “Nuh-uh, I think not, brat. That’s payment for the tyranny of abuse I have to deal with.” 
You roll your eyes, digging your spoon into the melting ice cream, grimacing — you never liked the texture of ice cream once it began to heat, “Stop being such a big crybaby,” it comes out as a grumble, no menace behind it, as you pay even more unneeded attention to the dripping cream that spills from the lip of the spoon, “I swear Steve was like… staring at me.” 
Eddie snorts, swiping the glass from your side of the table. You let him, too — you didn’t want it anymore, and Eddie was a creep who liked melted ice cream, especially when all the flavours swirled together and created an almost grey-like colour, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. You’ve got a giant zit on your forehead — I’ve been staring, too.” 
“Oh, real cute, Eddie.” You roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to your face, fingertips gently running over your smooth skin to make sure there were in fact no pimples. Eddie chortles at that, too, knowing he’d got you concerned about the possibility of there being an actual zit that Steve Harrington was indeed staring at. The thought alone was mortifying.
You watch in disgusted wonderment as he tucks into the ice cream like a man starved. He always ate like he hadn’t had a meal in months, it bordered on gross. You grimace a little when ice cream dribbles out the corner of his mouth, though you catch yourself fighting not to lean over and swipe it away like the main character in a John Hughes movie. 
“Remind me again why I suck face with you for fun?” You ponder, mostly to yourself, but Eddie’s looking at you with his stupid, big doe eyes and this goofy grin on his face, so you don’t even need him to tell you the answer. 
You know why. 
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“Saw Harrington checking you out today,” Eddie says, almost conversationally, and you scoff — you’re literally riding his dick, what sort of fucking thing to say during sex is that? 
“What?” You ask, bewilderment etched on your features as you stop your rhythm, planting your ass firmly on Eddie’s thighs and he groans, the tight heat of your pussy completely enveloping his length making him shudder. 
“Shit, why’d you stop?” He whines, head landing with a small thump against your soft pillows, his big brown orbs rolling into the back of his skull. He grips onto your hips tightly, rucking up into you for emphasis, and you gasp.
“Why are you thinking about Steve Harrington when your dick is in me?” You counter, rolling your hips until your clit catches on the thatch of dark hair nestled on Eddie’s pubic bone, a shudder vibrating through your whole body from the sensation. 
“I wasn’t,” Eddie argues, but it’s half-assed. He grows impatient quickly, slides an arm around your back and flips you over in one motion — it’s pretty smooth, especially for Eddie, who was mostly gangly and not in control of his own limbs at any given time. You keen into it, a shocked little moan escaping you when he bottoms out once more, ruddy head of his cock sliding against your front wall, “Jus’ think he wants to fuck you, is all.” 
You narrow your eyes, a smirk playing on the corners of your lips, “Why do you sound jealous?” You cackle, sighing softly when Eddie ruts into you deeper, staking his claim without a single word, “You’re the one fucking me right now, not him. You worried he’s gonna steal me away? That maybe he’d be better? Bigger?” 
Eddie’s eyes narrow at that, any sweetness in his glassy eyes vanishing when you speak. You’re in for it, truly. You’ve touched a nerve, and he’s wound up. You can’t help the way your chest tightens, a heat blooming in you that’s a mix of want and pride. It was so easy to rile him up.
“You’re gonna regret that, brat,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, gripping at the underside of your thighs, bruisingly tight, hauling your knees up to your ears. The new angle makes you cry out, his cock bruising into your cervix, “There you go, sweetheart. Cry for my cock. Beg for it.”
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You can’t get Steve Harrington out of your mind. It’s not that you deliberately think of him, it’s just hard not to when he’s suddenly everywhere.
You watch from your bedroom window with a furrowed brow as said Steve Harrington climbs out of his ridiculously flashy Bimmer, dressed in too-tight faded jeans, a grey shell jacket and a plain white tee underneath. He’s so fucking tan, like he’s been out bathing in the heat of Indiana’s summer all day and not working under the harsh fluorescent lights in Scoops. 
You bite at your glossy lip, wondering if there’s any tan lines there or if he’s truly that tanned all over. Wondering if his moles and beauty marks dip below the collar of his jacket, desperately wanting to trace them with your tongue and make him squirm.
Linda Curtis bounces out of her front door, adjacent to your own, permed blonde hair pulled back in a claw clip, dressed in the ugliest pink shirt you've ever seen. Linda was an ex drama club nerd, had vaguely run in the same circle as Steve used to during Senior year, once she got her braces off and Tommy considered her hot. Billy Hargrove drove her to school one goddamn time and that was it, she was hot shit everybody wanted. What Steve saw in her, you would never know, but it took all sorts. Or whatever Eddie said.
You watch curiously as the Harrington charm works it’s magic right in front of your very eyes, Steve steps in close to Linda, brushes a loose curl back out of her eyes — Jesus Christ, why was that doing something for you — and says something you can’t make out, but it’s enough to have Linda blushing and pulling nervously on the hem of her denim shorts.
Why were you jealous?
The telltale noise of an obnoxiously loud horn honking lets you — and probably the entire neighbourhood — know Eddie had arrived to pick you up, snapping you completely out of your daydream. Your lips curl up into a smirk when both Linda and Steve jump ten feet at the sound, Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing.
What a bitch.
Eddie catches you looking from your window and lets out an obnoxious laugh, grinning up at you with his annoyingly perfect teeth. You wanted to punch him, maybe, but Friday nights were for one thing and one thing only, and that was getting high at Lovers Lake in the flatbed of the van. 
So it’d have to wait until you didn’t need him for the weed or the ride.
Summer meant the pretty sunset as a backdrop whilst you smoked the day's events away — it somehow made everything that little bit more relaxing, watching the swirls of orange, pink and purple melt together as your brain fogged with the drugs, a nice settling in your tummy as your high took over. 
It was second only to the heavy September rain that you loved so much, you found yourself yearning for it all year around. The loud patter of the large droplets clinking on the tin roof of Eddie’s van, buried under a nest of blankets to keep the cool chill off your arms and legs. Eddie’s hot breath fanning over your neck as he kissed it, chest heavy against your back. Warm, solid and comforting.
Maybe you were in love with him, or maybe you weren’t. You didn’t want to think too much about that.
You glide out of the house as quietly as you can muster, not wanting to arouse suspicion about where you were going. Even in your twenties, your parents would still have a few choice words for you in regards to Eddie Munson, and you were in no mood for the lecture. You’d heard it too many times in the years you’d known him, since fifth grade when he pushed you in the playground and you pulled his hair in retaliation. 
From that moment on you were inseparable, to the dismay of your parents.
You’re aware of two other sets of eyes watching you from across the street as you bounce down the driveway, all smiles as excitement thrums through your entire body. Eddie’s maybe looking at you like you hung the fucking moon or something, but that’s probably to do with the fact you’re wearing his shirt and looking the epitome of hot.
Okay, maybe you had a complex.
“So that’s where my shirt went,” Eddie hums, giving you an appreciative once-over as you wrench the passenger door open with a horrific sounding crunch of metal, “looks better on you, I’ve gotta say.”
You clamber into the van with a huff, laughter spilling into it, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to woo me, Munson. We’re gonna fuck anyway, don’t worry.”
Eddie laughs loud and so fucking obnoxious, as if for somebody else’s entertainment, and it does catch the attention of the lovebirds on the other side of the road. You look over just as Steve catches your eyes, and suddenly your chest feels kind of heavy as he stares at you with a kind of intensity that you can’t put a finger on.
“Take a fuckin’ picture, Harrington,” Eddie cackles, head basically out the fucking window and he’s grinning at them both, snapping you completely out of it, “that’s as close as you’re getting to her, count your lucky stars.”
Linda turns her nose up, like she’s disgusted at the fact that Eddie even so much as looked in her direction, however Steve flusters. His cheeks flush with something akin to embarrassment, and he turns his head to hide from you both, instead busying himself with grappling for Linda’s hands once more. 
Eddie laughs almost maniacally as you take off, tyres squealing and kicking up loose stone chips in your wake, “Little Stevie didn’t know what to do with himself!”
“He looked mortified.” You agree quietly, sinking into your seat with a little grin. Something about Eddie having that effect on Steve from such a simple little sentence was almost entertaining, considering how things once were. 
Eddie and Steve weren’t friends. In fact quite the opposite. Steve and Tommy were miserable assholes for years, made Eddie’s life hell at any given turn unless they needed him for drugs. 
You think back, and truthfully the turning point was during Junior year. Steve had tripped Eddie in the hall, called him ‘queer’. Eddie didn’t stand for that, sucker punched Steve right in the jaw, hard enough that his skull hit the locker adjacent to him.
“That shit might hurt you when your daddy calls you it, but you’ve gotta do a lot worse than call me exactly what I am as an insult, Harrington.” Eddie had grinned, vicious and seething, as he watched Steve clutch desperately at his bruised jaw, wide eyed and hair askew from the force.
Steve never bothered Eddie again after that.
In fact, not long after, Steve never bothered anybody again. Maybe the knock to the head had quite literally knocked some sense into him, or something.
“You good?” Eddie’s voice, his large hand gripping your thigh knocks you back into reality, out of the daydream, and the grounding is enough to have your entire body melting into the simple touch.
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“You ever think about what you’re gonna do if the band doesn’t work out?” You ask quietly, shoulders aching from where they dig into the bulky metal on the backs of Eddie’s front seats. The ringing in your ears drowns out the cricket chirps now, eyes hazy and no doubt bloodshot to hell, two joints deep and all that. 
You can feel Eddie’s gaze on the side of your face, like he’s trying to bore a hole into your skull and rummage around in your brain, those wide dark chocolate eyes staring you down with a serious amount of intensity. You wriggle slightly under it, suddenly uncomfortable — wrong question.
“Honestly, no,” Eddie answers honestly, tearing his eyes away from you in an instant, letting you breathe again momentarily. His curls curtain his profile, the bulbous tip of his nose the only feature now visible, he picks nervously at a loose thread on his jeans, “I’ll probably go work with Wayne at the plant, they’re always lookin’ for workers. Still sell on the side too, I doubt Rick will let me out of this deal, I bring in the most revenue.”
“Can come work at Sam Goody with me,” you sing-song, resting your head on his shoulder. You pretend not to notice the way he instantly melts at the press on his side, seemingly grounding him just as he’s beginning to panic about things like the future, “it’s a pretty good gig, and we get discounts on cassettes!” 
Eddie huffs out a laugh, pulling a drag from the joint that briefly laid forgotten at his side, ash falling onto the scratchy blanket you both laid on top of, burning holes into the material, “That code for ‘and we get to watch Harrington’s juicy ass in those shorts!’?” 
You cackle, all seriousness from the conversation vanishing in an instant as Eddie turns on his usual class clown persona, mocking you with his silly tone and grinning like an idiot, “Scoops is literally across the landing! I can’t see that far.” 
“I can’t believe he got to you,” Eddie’s teasing tone continues, he shuffles on his bony ass and accidentally shoulders you in the temple in the process, causing you to whine quietly, “sorry, shit, sorry, sweetheart. I guess I just — didn’t ticket you as being the type to like what he had going on.” 
“I could say the same for you,” your voice is barely a mumble as you drag your heavy head from his shoulder, looking at him properly.
Eddie hisses a sharp draw of breath in between his clenched teeth, passes you the joint that you take happily, sucking in a drag like a desperate woman. The silence sits heavy between you both for a long moment, weighs on you like a fucking shackle to your ankles, pulling you down into shark infested waters.
“He was always everything I wasn’t and I hated that shit,” Eddie mutters, fidgets — can’t look you in the fucking eye, “to begin with I was jealous and angry, he had it so fucking easy and people just fell at his feet, worshipped the asshole no matter how much of a prick he could be.”
You nod, extend your hand to pass the joint back to him — Eddie shudders when your cold fingers connect with his, and you allow them to linger for only a split second before you pull them back once again. 
“Remember when I punched him in the hall, once? Think it was junior year or something,” Eddie recalls, and you have to pretend like you’re not two halves of the same whole for just a moment, like you weren’t just reminiscing on the exact scenario hours earlier, “he called me queer. And at that point I didn’t really know what I was, but him saying it just — fucking solidified it, or something. I said something mean, but I confirmed to him and myself what I sorta knew all along.”
“I remember,” you breathe, chest tightening, “I think you hit close to home, when you said his dad called him the same thing.”
Eddie laughs, mirthless, canines sharp as he smiles so wide, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes — he looks manic, “Yeah, well. I’d heard shit, and I used it to my advantage at that moment. Was wrong, I know. He had it fuckin’ coming, but after that I realised… I didn’t hate him. I thought I was jealous of how easy he had it with chicks and how they fell for it, but then I guess I realised I maybe wanted to be his conquest of the week.” 
It tugs at your chest, and you’re caught between feeling relief and feeling utterly devastated that Eddie spent all this time pining and having to hide it from the world, when you could openly ogle and gawk at Steve without so much as a second glance from passersby. 
You’re too high to truly comprehend it, and maybe you just chose to ignore the signs, but now it makes sense as to why Eddie would bring Steve up and use him to mock you, how his eyes would be ablaze with something that wasn’t jealousy, but wanting. He wanted you to bring him up, wanted you to tell him your sordid fantasies. Maybe even wanted to be a part of them, and yeah. That makes your tummy flip.
Your head thumps against the backing of the passenger headrest, a loud breath escaping you that you didn’t even realise you were holding, “God, we really are too fucking alike, Wayne was right maybe we were separated at birth.” 
“Birds of a feather, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, means it this time. He crowds into your space, plants firm hands on your bare thighs and leaves a chaste kiss on your chin, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll always be my number one.” 
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You had wondered if Steve’s date had gone poorly when your designated smoke break on that following Monday had been infiltrated by Robin Buckley – the poor girl sighing frustratedly, claiming she just ‘needed a breather from Harrington’s excessive whining’, to which you’d both shared a cackle. You had offered her your cigarette that she declined with a wave of her hand and a small smile, ‘trumpet player and all’ she’d grinned.
You saw Steve on Tuesday, on his lunch break as he wandered into Sam Goody to pick up an order that Dustin Henderson had put in before he went off to Summer camp for six weeks. A Wham! album from late 1984 that had you raising an eyebrow.
“Kid kinda wants to be like me,” Steve had shrugged, cocky as he rolled his eyes, leaned his arm on your counter. Flashed you the goddamn Harrington smile that momentarily had you forgetting that his taste in music was vile, “the chicks love George Michael.” 
“You’re setting the poor guy up to fail by recommending he listens to this shit,” you quipped, handing the plastic bag holding the cassette over to Steve, heat prickling up your spine when your fingers brushed over the handles, “I promise you it’s not George Michael that ‘the chicks’ are interested in.” 
“And what exactly are they interested in?” Steve asked, quirking a brow and smirking at you, giving you a once over with those wandering hazel eyes. 
The little shit was flirting.
“I think you and I both know what they’re interested in, Harrington.” You flirted back, your glossy lips smacking together, catching his eye immediately.
“Are you?” Steve breathed, focused solely on your lips, and you could almost see the second his upstairs brain shut off and his downstairs one took over for him, “Interested, I mean.”
“Oh, honey. I think you know the answer to that.” 
Eddie had appeared on Wednesday, conned you into using your staff discount for the Armed & Dangerous EP — you didn’t even like Anthrax, and Eddie didn’t have a damn record player, yet you still got it for him. 
Steve had been wandering past, hands stuffed deep in his shorts pockets as Eddie left with his bag of goodies and the most ridiculous grin on his face. So engrossed in pulling out a rolly that he slammed right into Steve’s side, sending the poor guy straight to the floor, unable to pull his hands from his pockets in time to stop himself.
You’d watched anxiously from your perch on the stool behind the counter as Eddie crouched into a squat to help Steve up, extending an arm that Steve took with a flush of colour on his cheeks and an embarrassed smile. You couldn’t see Eddie or the expression on his face, but you already knew he was saying something stupid, maybe even cracking a joke, because Steve laughed. Head thrown back and hearty enough that you could hear it faintly, their hands still clasped together even though he was already back on his feet.
Your heart fluttered, beating overtime as you watched the interaction with curious eyes, a nervous wave of butterflies in your tummy. They parted ways, and if Eddie asked, you pretended that you didn’t see him looking over his shoulder once Steve turned away, half buried behind the waves of his hair as he blushed red, his doe eyes soft and fond.
And if by some sort of confusing act of God, Steve was ever to ask you that same question, you never saw him do the exact same thing, just seconds later.
You were screwed.
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Steve doesn’t arrive at the Curtis family home on Friday evening, and you can’t even pretend that you don’t let out a sigh of relief. Just as you had suspected, Robin had indeed been talking about the date during your short conversation, and Steve’s latest conquest was no more.
It’s raining lightly, thunder and lightning cracking in the distance, amplified in amongst the trees as you and Eddie pass a blunt back and forth between your bodies. You’re laid top-to-toe, his head basically hanging upside down out of the back door of the van, you in the resumed position up against the rock hard front seats. 
“There’s somebody out swimming in the lake,” Eddie says, breaking the peaceful silence with his dulcet tones, words deep and heavy from the cotton mouth. His hand halts its movements on your bare calf, “did you see another car here?”
Your eyes narrow, catching a head bobbing in and out of the water at a far distance, way too far away for you to recognise who it was, though swimmers in the lake weren’t uncommon especially during the Summer months, “No, I didn’t. Could’ve walked here, I guess.” 
Eddie’s head whips up at that, and he gets up on his elbows as if it’s going to give him a better look at you, “We’re about ten miles away from civilization, dummy. Nobody's walking out here unless they have a death wish. Maybe they parked in the trees.” 
“Why do you sound so nervous? You think Hopper or his knucklehead deputies are out here taking a dip in the lake whilst undercover trying to catch a couple of shitheads smoking a joint on a Friday night?” You cackle, and Eddie rolls his eyes, lets out an annoyed huff and plucks the joint from your relaxed fingers.
“I’m on my final strike, asshole.” Eddie grunts, sitting up properly and craning his neck to get a better look as the person swims closer and closer to you both, the ripples of water as they glide along the only giveaway, as they keep their head underwater the entire duration.
You find yourself drifting off, hazy and blissed out, the noises and visuals a cacophony of brain scratching senses. Your eyelids go heavy, drooping, and before you know it Eddie’s fingers are brushing your skin and helping along, adding to the sanctity of your mind. You doze peacefully, sighing contentedly. 
Footsteps closing in knock you out of your unconscious state, your brain alerting you to another person who certainly wasn’t Eddie approaching — panic creeps in momentarily, until the figure appears at the open door of the van, knocking the breath from your lungs in a mixture of relief and desperation.
Steve Harrington is in front of you. Dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a fucking cropped vest, exposing his toned stomach, his happy trail glistening as droplets of water clinging to the dark hair that disappears into the low waistband of his pants.
It’s. Sobering, to say the least. You’re suddenly conscious of how you’re sitting, legs spread wide in your own shorts, slumped down like an absolute slob. Eyes bloodshot from the weed, your shirt askew. 
Okay, cool. Steve’s going to take one look at you and decide you’re in fact a completely disgusting creature that he absolutely does not find attractive. Great, just great.
Eddie breaks the silence, his voice knocking you out of your trance so quickly you startle yourself, jumping in your seat, “Steve Harrington, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirks, shuffling back into the bed of the van until he’s propped up against the side, kicking his legs out flat right across the bottoms of your feet. 
“Just thought I’d come say hi, thought it was your van from back there,” Steve’s nonchalant, shrugging, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet, trying and failing to not watch Eddie’s every move as his gangly limbs manoeuvre, “you got anymore?”
Drugs, he means drugs. Could probably smell them a mile off, could tell you were both high just by looking at you, remembered Eddie was a dealer and wanted his own.
You try to hide your disappointment, though your face always had a way of talking for you, and you feel your nose scrunching in distaste before you can stop it. Steve fails to notice, dumbstruck bambi eyes watching Eddie like he wants to — you don’t even know, but it’s almost like he wants to ask something else.
“You want in?” Eddie asks tentatively, seemingly asking the question for Steve like he knew exactly what he wanted to say, holding a fresh rolly up in between his thumb and forefinger like an offering, “We were just about to spark this one up, and I’m sure you could do with the… relaxation after that show you just put on.”
He’s mocking, grinning like the Cheshire cat as Steve flounders, flushes a deep shade of red across his cheeks, but climbs into the van like he’s meant to fucking be there or something, sliding down right next to Eddie close enough that their thighs are touching roughly, the rivulets of water on Steve’s leg clinging to the material of Eddie’s jeans and soaking them in the process.
Eddie’s eyes widen like saucers, like he expected Steve to tell him to fuck off, yet there he was pressed against Eddie like it was the most normal thing in the world. Steve produces a lighter from the pocket of his shorts, plucks the joint from Eddie’s hand like it’s nothing, and presses it between his cherry red, plump lips. Sparks it up and inhales deeply, eyelids fluttering shut, thick eyelashes fanning his cheeks.
Your thighs clench as you watch Steve’s adams apple bob up and down, the vast expanse of his tan neck stretching as his head thumps back, whole body slumping as the sudden nicotine hit relaxes his body. You connect the moles and freckles with your eyes, fingers itching in your lap, resisting the urge to lunge forward and mark him up, connect the beauty marks with your mouth, suck bruises into his skin until he’s whining and begging. 
The air lies heavy between you all, nobody saying a word as you pass the blunt back and forth, your high settling in once more, enough to have you light headed and itching to touch more and more and more. Ten minutes or maybe an hour go past, you’re not too sure which. 
You can tell Eddie is starting to feel the same, from the way his thigh begins jiggling up and down — usually by this point he had a lapful of you, grinding against him and gasping for release as your drug-addled brains melted with the need to touch and to kiss and to fuck.
Steve wiggles in his place next to Eddie, his large palm coming out to slap Eddie’s thigh and keep his leg still, like he’s annoyed by the constant jerking movement, yet his flushed skin and agape mouth tell you otherwise. Somebody whines, needy, and you’re not too sure which one of you it is, but the sound goes straight to your core, has your cunt fluttering. 
Eddie breaks first, pulling you into his lap unceremoniously, your arms instinctively wrapping around his pale shoulders to ground yourself as you’re flung like a ragdoll, his hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingertips pressing almost bruisingly, yet you keen into it, desperate for more.
Your bare calf touches Steve’s thigh, and he’s looking at you like a deer caught in headlights — pretty hazel eyes staring up at you in awe, watching as your body rocks against Eddie’s own, though you don’t dare settle down on his crotch properly, waiting for Steve’s confirmation that he’s good with this.
“Are you okay with this?” You ask, just to be sure, making it clear that you’re not adding two plus two and getting five, needing to know for certain this is what he wants, “Tell me what you’re thinking, Steve.” 
Eddie’s own gaze lands on Steve now, soft and gentle, no teasing on his features anymore, pure sincerity. Steve looks back and forth between you both, bites that fucking lip of his as he ponders.
“I think-” Steve starts, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, “that I just… really wanna kiss one of you right now.” 
If Eddie’s surprised, drawn back or even nervous, he doesn’t let on, as he leans into Steve’s space with parted lips, a stupid lazy smirk tugging at the corners, enough to make your core ache for him. 
You watch with hazy eyes as they share breath back and forth, two pairs of deep set brown eyes locking and conversing without words as you heave desperately, rutting gently against Eddie’s thigh. His rings bite into the soft skin of your waist, grounding you, letting you know he’s still aware of your presence. 
Steve closes the gap first, slots their lips together and startling a desperate whine from the back of Eddie’s throat — a noise you weren’t even aware he could make. Steve’s large hand runs up along Eddie’s rosy red cheek, fingers splaying and nails raking into Eddie’s scalp as their mouths move together like ripples of water.
It’s beautiful to watch, you can’t look away (as if you even fucking wanted to), your hands bunching into the bottom hem of Eddie’s shirt to help you sway your hips back and forth. Eddie’s sharp tongue peaks out to swipe along Steve’s bottom lip, and Steve surges forward to deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing together as they pant breathily and moan quietly. 
You’re not sure when it happens, but Eddie’s rough hand on your waist begins to guide you against the starchy material of his jeans, like he’s paying just as much attention to you as he is to Steve. 
You take your opportunity, leaning forward to latch your mouth onto Eddie’s exposed collarbone, biting and suckling like a woman starved as you finally, fucking finally let yourself rock against Eddie properly – grinding against his half-hard cock until he’s whining breathily into the kiss, clinging onto your waist. 
Maybe you’re feeling ballsy because of the drugs, or maybe it’s because you’ve just waited forever to get your hands on Steve Harrington, but soon enough your hand is ghosting up his inner thigh, pressing hot and heavy against the sizable bulge in his ridiculously short shorts.
“Y’r both gonna fucking kill me,” Steve groans against Eddie’s lips, breaking the kiss momentarily only for Eddie to surge forward once more and reattach their mouths, and your pussy flutters – hearing Steve so fucked out from the simplest of touches sends a hot, prickly flush up your body, settles in your core. 
Your hand presses more firmly onto Steve’s cock, hips rutting against Eddie’s and they both roll their hips at the same fucking time, pressing into your hand and cunt respectively. Your brain short circuits, lips detaching from Eddie’s collarbone so you can moan, wet and panting against his damp skin.
“You wanna fuck her, Harrington?” Eddie asks, bites at Steve’s bottom lip and Steve keens into it, grunts and fucks his hips up into your hand again. Eddie releases his lip, trails kisses down Steve’s chin and to his jaw, rough and sucking, sure to leave a mark, “She wants you to, I know she does. Fantasises about you wrecking her, think you’re up to the task?” 
Steve nods, feverish and almost pathetic, and you have to question if he’s always like this during sex or if Eddie really just has that effect on him, has Steve reduced to nothing more than a mess as you both finally lock eyes once again, “Please, nggh, please. Wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please? Will you let me?” 
The begging does something to your insides you never would’ve expected, and you’re throwing yourself into Steve’s lap. His hands grab onto your waist, replacing Eddie’s and it’s noticeable, he’s gentle, almost unsure of how to take you – he looks up at you, leans up to press your lips together and you’re unravelling in his arms.
He kisses like a fucking boyfriend, lips gliding against your own just roughly enough to have you melting into it, tongue swiping your bottom lip the same way Eddie did to him just minutes earlier, licking into your mouth and gliding his tongue against your own in this perfect rhythm that has you rutting down into his lap. The thick length of his now fully hard cock nestles perfectly in the cave of your pussy, only covered by three thin layers of clothing. 
You’re delirious with it, hands on his cheeks, fingers buried into his hair as you suck face like you might die if you stop. You can feel Eddie’s intense gaze on you both, his hand slipping in between Steve and your own torsos to tug gently at your loose shirt, pushing it up your chest to expose your tits to the cool air. 
His fingers are everywhere, rubbing and pulling at your nipples, hardening them and sending shockwaves of want and desire down your entire body. Steve disconnects your lips with a string of spit, his eyes hazy and darkened with lust as he bends down to latch onto your tit, sucking and licking it into his mouth like a desperate thing. 
You’re so turned on you might fucking die, rutting against Steve’s clothed erection fast and hard, desperate to feel that catch and drag rough against your clit. 
“Feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, breath hot against the side of your face, mouthing at the sensitive skin below your ear, “Harrington as talented with his mouth as you hoped?” 
“I know now why the ladies love him,” you squeak, unable to contain it when Eddie’s fingers finally leave the swollen bud of your nipple and dip down below, hand hot and heavy as he pushes the offending material of your shorts away so he can press against your cunt, swiping over your clit with two fingers, the back of his palm digging into Steve’s cock in the process.
“Oh my fucking god,” Steve grunts pathetically, bites down on your nipple and punches his hips up into Eddie’s hand, rocks against him for a moment before settling back down again. He pulls off of you with a wet pop, chooses instead to trail kisses up your chest and to your neck that have you moaning unabashedly, “you sound s’fucking pretty, can’t believe it.” 
You can hardly focus on a single thing, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body. Eddie knows you inside and out, pushes with a perfect pressure on your clit, swiping over it in fast circles as he mutters sweet nothings, coaxing moans and gasps from you with every touch. Steve’s attacking your neck, biting and kissing, leaving a mark in a way that you’d practically wished for for too fucking long.
“Shit, Harrington,” Eddie’s voice raising a little knocks you out of it, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your folds and off of your clit like he was caught off guard, “like it a little rough or somethin’?” 
Your half lidded eyes watch as Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s thigh, ghosting closer and closer to the inside seam until Eddie breaks, uses his free hand to pop the button on his jeans and shuck them down his thighs, finally allowing his cock the damn release from those tight pants.
Eddie resumes his motions on your clit properly once he’s done shuffling, “Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises, swirling the tips of his fingers over the bundle of nerves fast enough to have you seeing stars, “Know you well enough to know it won’t take you long, anyway.”
He’s right. The slick noises of your pussy being worked over invade your ears, the deep blooming in your core rising quickly as Eddie sets an almost brutal rhythm, desperate to get you there. You cling onto Steve’s biceps as he sucks another bruise just below your jaw, hot mouth leaving your skin finally, letting up so that you can breathe, if only a little.
You’re not sure why it shocks you when Steve spits into his palm like it’s nothing, wraps a firm hand around the length of Eddie’s cock like he’s done it a million times before but it does, and suddenly you’re flushing hot all over, the visual of Eddie’s eyes shutting and mouth falling open in a grunt the last thing you see before your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm wracking your body with such force that you slump into Steve’s front — head on his shoulder, hips stuttering as Eddie works you through it.
“That’s it, honey, oh shit,” Steve’s voice sounds strained as he watches you stain the front of his shorts with your release, his hand heavy on your waist as you ride Eddie’s hand, his wrist glistening in the light, “you’re both so hot, fuck me.” 
You flush at Steve’s words, whining in the back of your throat, “Sensitive, Eds,” you squeal, hips jerking back and away from Eddie’s hand – you get why he’s slow to move, when you see how Steve’s jerking his cock, how Eddie’s hips are fucking up into it, the dark red head leaking down his shaft and coating Steve’s fingers. 
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie’s apologetic as his hand moves, though he’s so breathy and fucked out that you can tell he’s hardly paying enough attention to care, “get your fucking dick out, Steve.” 
Your trembling hands do it for him, and Steve willingly lifts his hips up to let you pull the offending material down. His cock springs out and — oh, oh fuck.
He’s so fucking big it makes your mouth water, so heavy under it’s own weight that it sits flush against Steve’s toned, heaving belly as he sucks in sharp breaths, slightly curved to the side and cut, the head almost purple with need, soaking wet with his own precum.
“Of course you’ve got a monster cock,” Eddie grunts, rolling his eyes, no heat to his words when Steve squeezes him tighter, jerks the head, flicks his thumb over the slit, “would’ve sworn you’d touched a hundred dicks with how good you are at it, fuuuck.” 
“You’re gonna give me a goddamn complex,” Steve moans, stripping Eddie’s cock faster until the other man is literally shaking in his spot, hips vibrating, and you’ve seen this a million times — Eddie is close.
“Stop— mmph, stop, gotta stop,” Eddie pants, scrambling to halt Steve’s motions on his dick, which Steve does without a second thought, though his hand still lays loosely on the base as it pulses, slit weeping, “I’m gonna blow my fucking load if you keep doing that shit.” 
There’s a heavy silence between you all for a moment, exchanged looks that say more than words probably could in such a highly charged situation — it’s like Steve was always here, the way he slots in and understands exactly what’s going on like he’d been with you both before in this way. It makes your heart clench, makes your tummy do flips.
You climb from Steve’s lap, rid yourself of your shorts and soiled panties whilst Steve and Eddie shuffle themselves around – Steve lying down, head propped up on the two sad looking pillows Eddie always kept around, and Eddie on his knees at Steve’s side. 
It’d be truly ridiculous to look at from an outsider's perspective, like a bad porno movie, but you’re all so turned on that you can’t see past the want to care enough, as you climb back into Steve’s lap and resume your position.
“Want you to fuck me now,” you murmur, doe eyed and desperate as you cling to Steve’s shirt, rocking down onto his dick again, spreading your wetness over his shaft, “please, Steve?” 
Steve whines pathetically, grabs a hold of his dick by the base, hazards a guess at where your opening is and fails miserably, unable to see anything at this angle. You try to help, wiggling your hips until the fat head catches on your clit — you both groan, a slight tinge of laughter in yours from the absurdity of it all.
“Damn Steve, can’t even find her pussy when it’s right in front of you,” Eddie huffs impatiently, yet his words are full of arousal you swear you’ve never heard, licking his wet, plump lips as he leans over to grab the base of Steve’s cock, slides the head against your wet cunt until you’re both whining and gasping for it, “sit on him then, sweetheart. Take his big cock like the good girl you are, yeah?” 
Steve grips onto the meat of your thighs as you sink down, gasping at the sheer stretch — Steve really was bigger than Eddie and nothing could’ve prepared you for the intrusion. Your cunt leaks down his shaft, down Eddie’s hand until he’s removing it so you can sink down completely, adjusting to the stretch by wiggling your hips. 
You can tell Steve is trying to keep his composure and failing miserably, if the way he’s grunting through his clenched teeth is anything to go by. You seize the opportunity, clamp your walls down around his length deliberately until he’s sputtering, grappling onto your skin even tighter, “D-don’t, can’t do that — I’ll come so fucking quick,” he gasps, staring up at you with wild eyes. 
Eddie barks out a laugh from the side of you, and you can tell it’s from the sheer satisfaction – knowing that even though Steve’s cock is bigger there’s no way he’s going to be as good at fucking you as Eddie. Of course that’ll feed his ego, the town freak being better at fucking than Hawkins’ own certified slut.
“Go on, sweetheart. Show him what your pretty little cunt can do,” Eddie’s encouraging you, one hand loosely holding the base of his own cock, the other now placed on the small of your back, a grounding movement that keeps you from losing it all together.
You grip onto Steve’s broad shoulders, nails biting into the skin as you use your knees for leverage, take the first aching drag up the length of his cock. You feel like you’re being split apart from the inside, the dull hurting so fucking good that you’re sick with it.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby,” Steve’s eyebrows marry together as he watches you take him in fucking awe or something, unable to tear his eyes away from where you’re sinking up and down on him. 
It’s torturously slow whilst you adjust to him, a tentative bounce and rock motion until your pussy is soaked from the constant press on your gspot. 
You speed up your movements and Steve is all but wailing and begging beneath you, Eddie looming over the top of him and tugging lazily at his own cock, almost like he’s not entirely sure what he wants to do — or what he’s allowed to do.
Steve looks up at him, ripping his eyes away from your pussy sucking him in, leaving behind creamy rings of release on his shaft. He’s wide eyed and almost manic, watching as Eddie fucks his fist, “Put it– put it in my mouth, I wanna. Wanna suck you off.”
Eddie chokes on his own tongue momentarily, eyes bugging out of his head at Steve’s request, “You – I, what?” He laughs incredulously, though he’s already shuffling up next to Steve’s head, and Steve moves with him, craning his neck to the side and opening his mouth wide, tongue lolling out. Eddie fists a handful of Steve’s hair, sliding his cock into Steve’s mouth with an obscene fluidity, “You really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?” 
Steve moans around his mouthful, nods what little he can manage as Eddie begins to rock in and out, building a slow rhythm, the loud slurping noises of Steve’s saliva adding to the noise of your soaked pussy fucking down onto him. You’re so turned on it hurts, the sight of them both together has you closing in on your second orgasm quickly, with a lightning speed.
The sound of wet skin, from sweat and ungodly amounts of body fluid is so loud you’re sure anybody within a five mile radius could hear you all, and that does something to your insides that you don’t think you could admit to out loud. Steve’s large hands move your hips, help you along as you bounce quicker on his cock, chasing your high, and you have to hand it to him that he’s a seriously good multitasker. 
“You’re fucking — God, can’t believe you’re sucking me like this,” Eddie cries, ever the one to be so fucking vocal, and it’s clear as day he’s close to the edge already, “so fucking talented with that mouth — oh fuck, keep doing that. Yeah, yeah, oh fuck.” 
“I hate you both so fucking much,” you gasp, arching your back and crying out as you bounce up and down on Steve’s cock in short, snappy motions. Steve grunts, fingernails biting into your hip, a clear sign that he wants you to keep doing that, and you do, “I’m-I’m, shit m’gonna cum –!” 
It hits you like a goddamn freight train, your thighs trembling, hands gripping and nails biting at Steve’s abs as you come, gushing wet and walls fluttering as the feeling settles deep in your stomach. Your legs give up on you, body turning to jello within seconds.
Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you with such intensity that you feel his eyes basically burning holes into your head. You’re sure he doesn’t even blink as you rock through it, tits bouncing and mouth agape in the most delicious moans. 
Steve’s patience wears thin, his hips fucking up into you from below, hands moving you on and off of his cock as if you’re a fucking ragdoll, but he’s not even really paying attention to you — he’s focused on Eddie, mouthing heavily at the other mans dick, taking and taking it as Eddie feeds it to him with nothing more than a few moans and grunts.
“Need to cum, let me cum on your face,” Eddie begs, tears his eyes from you finally to ask Steve the damn question, rutting into his mouth jerkily, practically sobbing as he reaches the end, “wanna ruin you so bad, fuck, please?” 
Steve’s so far gone, nestled so tight in your pussy and drunk on it that he’d agree to anything, nods what little he can and Eddie takes barely a second to slip from Steve’s mouth. Tightens his fist around his own cock as he jerks it messily above Steve’s face.
“Your pussy is like heaven, fuck,” Steve grunts, voice worn and fucked out from being stuffed full for so long, and you’re so overstimulated you barely register what he’s doing, brain fuzzy. His fingers dig into your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you so hard you’re seeing stars, “cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” 
Steve forces you down so hard on his cock that you wail, clinging onto him for dear life as he pulses deep inside of you, coating your insides with his release. You swear you’ve fucking died and gone to heaven or something, with how good it feels.
Eddie grunts from his place in front of you, “so fucking hot, shit, shit, oh fuck,” blurting from his mouth as he comes, his load shooting so far it kind of misses Steve’s face all together and instead spurts down his neck and chest. 
A long wave of silence washes over you all as you all come down, a mess of sweaty limbs, coated in each others sex. You know the van had ought to fucking reek of it, the sheets below you all soaked and soiled. None of you find it in you to care as you pant heavily, hands all over each other as some weird form of aftercare, stroking and touching.  
“Steve, where’s your car, man?” Eddie asks, breaking the silence yet again from where he’d finally slumped back on his ass next to Steve’s head.
Steve looks at Eddie like he’s stupid, furrowing his brows, “My car? Dude, I ran here. It’s only, like, six miles or something from my house, it’s not exactly far.” 
You cackle loudly from your place in between Steve’s legs, “And you called me stupid for insinuating somebody walked out here!” 
Eddie rolls his eyes, flips you both the bird, though there’s a little quirk on the corners of his lips.
You’re not sure what’ll happen from here, if anything at all, but the comforting aura you feel is enough to have you guessing that maybe it’s far from the final time.
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to anybody who read this and took a chance on it, thank you all so much! this has been a little labour of love and i actually started on it before christmas, it was meant to be nothing more than a quick little smut fic but i felt it needed more. thank you all in advance for any likes, reblogs and sweet comments you leave, it means the absolute world.
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thebunnednun · 2 months
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Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting (Part 1)
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Authors Note:
Hello everyone!! This is my first time writing so please tell me what you think! I'm sure we've all seen the live-action one-piece. And I've taken a strong liking to a certain clown. Please enjoy as I spin this tale. There's a good deal of flirting, banter, and much more. Definitely going to be a slow-burn fic. If anyone is a little out of character I do apologize. Btw, this is not set in a specific arc but the straw hat crew is included as follows: #MonekeyD.LUffy #RoronaZoro #Nami #Usopp #Sanji #TonyTonyChopper #NicoRobin #Brook #Sanji
Anyway, on with the show!!~
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"FUCK!"
Screams and cursing erupted everywhere. As far as safety was concerned, there was none. Who knew that going into the forbidden tundra of ice and snow for ice cream would be such a bad idea?
It didn't matter now anyway. The wind whipped at your cheeks as a pair of familiar gummy arms stretched around the crew. There was no ability to see five feet in front of you. After much pushing and shoving the steering wheel was turned and the Thousand Sunny began to fight back.
Finally, with mercy, the storm had to spit you and your crewmates out. Where? No clue. None. The feeling of sand and splintered wood accompanied you all before the darkness followed.
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"Y/n?!" a voice called out. Opening your eyes hurts like hell. The sun was too bright. And the sand was too cold. Wait... sand?!
Rolling over onto your back the sun's sharp rays began to bore their way into you. Suddenly, a fluff clown covers you. "Y/N!! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Luffy, the sweet goof that he is, crushes you in a tight hug cutting off your oxygen
"Alright, give the girl some space," Nami pulls at the arm closest to her. "What the fuck, happened?" You sit up slowly. "Well-" "THE FUCKING SHIP BROKE!" Heads turn towards a sobbing Usopp trying to rub two pieces of wood together as Sanji comfortingly pats his shoulder. Not too far away, Zoro stands quietly looking over the horizon. A sigh escapes your lips as you deflate into Nami's arms. This could not get any worse. Until a thought hits you.
"Wait, where are the others?" you begin to sit up and look at Nami again. "Robin and Chopper are trying to salvage what they can. Brook got buried under the sand for a while so he's resting." You nod and try to take it all in. So far everyone was alive and counted on. But where were you? Climbing out of Nami and Luffy's company you decided to have a look around. Items were thrown about the beach everywhere including large piles of ice and snow making for a strange scene.  
There’s a moment of uncomfortability that you register but don’t address. Silence never bothered you, but one thing was for certain. You and your family were stranded, highly wanted criminals, with no proper way of fixing the ship unless there wasn’t that much damage. Your feet stop as you come across the sight before you. “Shit.” 
Half the fucking ship was missing. Well, to be exact the giant ram's head was half buried in the snow. The middle of the left-hand side of the haul was cracked open with continents spilling out. As you got closer you could see Robin and Chopper creating piles of things salvageable. A little bit past them lay Brooks looking more lifeless than you’d ever seen him. 
Robin’s eyes caught yours and she waved you over. Watching out for glass and wood you made your way to the haul and placed a hand on the still damp wood. How could everything have changed so quickly? One moment you were all enjoying a frozen treat. The next, holding on for dear life as the elements took their wrath out on you for trespassing. Seeming to read your mind Chopper tugged Robin's leg. 
 “No need to worry,” Robin said as she pressed a compass into the empty palm of your hand. “I think I know what island we’re on. It’s very secluded on this side so we should be fine. However, the other half holds a very populated town known for carpentry. We just might be saved.” Well, that was the first good news all morning. Zoro had been voted to go with you and pick up some supplies. Also so that he didn’t get lost and have the crew spend 14 years to find him. But the walk was pleasant and you took turns humming different toons until you got to the outskirts of town. 
The sound of laughter could be heard as some decorations and flags waved in the air. Seemed like a festival was taking place. Perfect! With all the chaos no one could possibly recognize you both. Zoro managed to find materials needed for the ship while you gathered more basic supplies. However, something about the crowd drew you in. Zoro would be busy for a while so might as well look around,... right? 
The middle of the market square was filled with bright colors, noises, and various performers. You made sure to stick to the walls of the town. However, the cheers and yells for more soon had you stepping closer until you found yourself in the middle circle of a performance act. A slightly chubby man who resembled a sheep was fighting with a pink lion and a green-haired man.
While the act was obviously for kids. You couldn’t help but smile as the three began to fight until a man with blue glasses and a strange ponytail ushered them to stop. He whispered something to them and the expressions of fear were almost completely masked. Then as if the fun had been sucked away, they began to bow and pass out folders. You reached forward to receive one from the lion, thanked him, and began to retreat to where you had last seen Zoro. “Well?”
You held out the flier, “We could kill some time tonight?”
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Author's note: This was Chapter 1! Sorry if it's a bit short. Don't worry though. I have more planned. Please share and like my post so I know to continue with this. Also, just as a nice little tidbit.
I am downbad for this clown.
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Part 2
Like they didn't have to make the live action cast so hot. (Yes, yes the fuck they did.) Now, I found him funny in the anime. But, live action? DAMNNNNNN!!!! I think his eyes are so fucking pretty. His jaw and neck look like they need some special attention. Cheekbones? Biteable. Like I DEMAND to see more of this man. Oh, btw, reader gets very flirty and sassy as the story goes on.
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storiesofsvu · 7 months
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Alex Blake Domestic Headcanons
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who reaches out to new neighbors
Both of you, but to different extents. Alex is friendly, approachable, would help a neighbour out if needed. She likes to know the neighbours physically closest to her, especially if she’s out of town a lot. Somone to keep an eye on the mail piling up, water the plants, feed a pet kinda thing but I do believe she normally keeps to herself. You’re more the one who spends more time getting to know neighbours, talking over back yard fences, what starts as friendly small talk morphs into inviting over for a coffee or a drink.
who remembers to buy healthy food
This one is going to go more towards Alex. She’ll do weekly grocery trips making sure the fridge is stocked with healthy things that can easily and quickly be whipped up into meals. If she’s been away on a case, once she knows they’re officially headed home she’ll set up an order to be delivered/curbside pick up to make sure she’s not stuck eating more takeout once she’s home.
who remembers to buy junk food.
It’s a mix of both here, but it’s more likely you picking up a thing or two on the way home/whenever the cravings hit. There’s likely some frozen goodies for the deep fried cravings that live in your freezer, ice cream and the like.
who fixes the oven when it breaks Alex is definitely going to try. She’s determined and will likely fix it to a point, or fully if it’s an easy fix, but she knows better than to fuck with shit that she doesn’t fully understand/know esp when it comes to things that can burst into flame so she’s gonna call a professional for something like that.
who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s).
Alex strikes me as the early riser, she likes to take her time in the mornings to be fully awake and alert before heading into work. In that time she enjoys her coffee, makes breakfast, reads the paper, and feeds the pets/plants. It’s part of the relaxing morning routine that she’s got in place.
who wakes up earlier
LOL. Oop. Covered that. Alex is the early riser. Though on the weekends she really enjoys her sleep ins, especially if it’s after a long case. She loves slowly waking up, limbs tangled together with yours, rolling over and pulling you tighter so she can sleepily pepper your skin with kisses, happy smile on her cheeks as the two of you fall back asleep for a bit. (and of course those slow morning sex days are just top notch)
who makes the bed
Whoever’s out of it second. I like to think that Alex had a very strict self rule about always making sure the bed was made to start her day off on the right foot, the first thing crossed off her to do list. She’s gotten more casual about it over the years, but the first time you stayed the night and left the bed not fully made it did make her eye twitch a little bit.
who makes the coffee
Whoever’s up first. It’s one of the first things either of you do in the morning if it’s not set up to auto brew the night before. There’s also likely multiple pots brewed throughout the day, switching off to decaf on non work days to make sure neither of you is staying up all hours of the night.
who burns breakfast
That one’s on you. Alex knows her way around the kitchen fairly well, she’s got a great amount of variety of dishes, recipes and meals to cover breakfast, lunch and dinner. I like to think she enjoys cooking, her own little personal time in the kitchen to hum along to music and forget about everything else going on while she focuses on the food. She likes cooking for people, there’s always love cooked into her food and naturally that makes it taste so much better.
how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house
Alex will always search you out for a quick goodbye, a little kiss on your forehead before she leaves off onto whatever task she has at hand. If she’s leaving for a case/an FBI work day she’ll always make sure for a longer, more personal goodbye in case she ends up out of town for a week or more. You’ll usually swing through the living room/her home office when you’re running off to the store/running errands, or even if you’re meeting a friend for lunch you’ll ask if she needs/wants anything and almost always bring a little treat back for her no matter what her answer is.
how do they greet each other when one of them gets home
If it’s been a while there’s a very excited happy hug, warm kisses, the kinda hug that you can just absolutely sink into each other’s embraces and melt into each other. They’re usually silent, letting the other person just enjoy being back home and around you again, followed by an evening relaxing on the couch, half tangled in each other’s arms as you catch up or sit in comfortable silence. If it hasn’t been a while it’s just a casual little “I’m home” called through the house when you get home.
who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often
Alex accidentally formed a habit of stealing pens from the local precincts, hospitals, wherever to bring back to you. She didn’t realize she’d pocketed a pen the first time and when she was home and you asked for one you made a comment that it was neat it was labelled NYPD. She liked the playfulness of it and made a mental note to swipe something on each of her cases.
You’re the one who brings home treats more often. Both when Alex has asked and whenever you feel like it. It’s usually some form of chocolate/candy. If it’s earlier in the day it’s definitely alongside a cup of specialty coffee in alex’s favourite flavour.
who picks the movie for movie night
You either switch back and fourth or there’s some kind of competition/game that the winner gets to pick the movie. Alex enjoys the little bit of competition, it brings out the silly and fun parts of life that are sometimes lacking from her day, making both of you laugh along the way.
their favorite kind of movie to watch
 You usually both agree on things, and swap around between genres regularly to keep entertained and attentive.  While Alex enjoys documentaries, older and foreign movies she also finds certain types of stupid comedies rather enjoyable, especially when she just wants to shut her brain off for a while.
who first suggests a pillow fort
You know what. I’m going with Alex on this one. She can tell that you’ve had a crap day/week, it’s finally the weekend and she wants to make sure that you forget about what was bringing you down and give you the ultimate comfort. It’s very likely that by the time you get home she’s either made something easy and comforting like grilled cheese or placed a takeout order and the wine is ready to be poured. She’s also likely dragged every thick fuzzy blanket and pillow out into the living room, maybe even inflated the air mattress. She’s going to persist even if you think it’s stupid at first, she knows that roping you into building a fort will have you cracking a smile in no time. And the rest of the night is going to be spent curled up in each other’s arms drinking wine and eating ice cream.
who tries to distract the other during the movie
Depends on the day. When it’s you it’s usually more that your hands happen to be wandering without realizing it, trailing up and down Alex’s leg, or playing with the hairs at the back of her neck until she’s riled up and can’t help but pounce on you. When it’s Alex it’s because she’s been thinking about devouring you all day and doesn’t want to wait through the entire movie to get to do it. She’ll likely pull you into her lap, or curl around you from behind, spooning you while her hands slowly roam your body, slipping under your waistband or up your shirt until the movie is forgotten and the room is nothing but moans.
who falls asleep first
You do. Alex likes to read before bed and it slowly becomes a routine that at least a couple of times a week she’ll read to you until you’re asleep in her arms. Some nights it’s a fiction book you’ve been working through, other nights its poetry, sometimes in a different language that you might not understand but you’re never going to complain about hearing her speak another language.
who is big spoon/little spoon
It varies, Alex is usually the big spoon, or on her back with you curled around her while her hand soothes up and down your back but there are nights she just wants to be held. Or times you wake up in the middle of the night searching her out in the bed without opening your eyes, finding her curled up on the other side of the bed so you happily wrap around her back, nestling into her neck to fall back asleep.
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Part 18: In the Bleak Midwinter
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC
Summary: One of Tommy and Lucy's worst nightmares is realized during the opening of the Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children.
Word Count: 5,061
Notes: Warnings for depictions of kidnapping, panic attacks, and references to pregnancy, pedophilia, and suicide consideration.
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Chapter 23: Terrible Silence
“What the fuck is that?” 
Tommy looked up from where he was standing on the gravel of the drive. Lucy was half out of the car, frozen with her eyes staring at the hat clutched in his hand, lifted halfway up to set upon his head.
He raised an eyebrow at her tone, settling the gray fedora on his head.   
“It’s a hat, Lucy,” he explained, holding out a hand to help her the rest of the way out of the car. Once her shoes hit the gravel she straightened, pushing her hair back behind her ear, still staring up at the hat resting atop his head. Tommy pulled out his cigarettes while she assessed him, raising one to his lips and lighting it as the cars carrying the other family members pulled up. 
She stared at him for a long moment, brow creased. “I hate it,” she said finally.
“Oi!” he protested, offended. 
“It just looks weird,” she huffed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear anything besides the peaky cap.”
“Yeah, well, this is a formal occasion.”
“You wore your peaky cap at your wedding.”
“It was my wedding! I could wear what I liked.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. The other vehicles around them were starting to park and kill their engines. He spotted Arthur helping a very pregnant Linda from the car and jerked his chin in their direction.
“See? Arthur’s wearing one too.” 
Lucy cocked her head, eyes appraising the hat that his brother was also wearing. “Hm. See, it doesn’t look so strange on him, for some reason. I think it might be the mustache.” 
“...So what you’re saying is that I should grow a mustache?” 
She looked horrified. “Absolutely not.”
Tommy chuckled. Lucy had made it clear in the past that if he ever got it in his head to try growing out his facial hair, she wouldn’t be above chasing him down with a razor and shaving cream to remedy the situation. 
Adjusting the hat on his head, he looked down at her, more amused than genuinely offended by her distaste of the fedora. 
‘Least she was willing to be honest with him about it.
And, truth be told, he preferred the peaky cap himself, too.
But still, when he saw an opportunity to get her back for all the teasing she subjected him to, he was going to take it.
“I think you’re being rather mean, love,” he said, shoulder knocking into hers, smiling and waving to Charlie who made a babbling noise when he spotted them, squirming where he was currently clutched in Polly’s arms as she stepped from her car. “Here I am, trying to experiment with fashion–” he chose to ignore the sputtered laugh she released “--and you’re making fun of me.”
Lucy cast him a shrewd look, her eyes narrowed. “...They asked you all not to bring in the razors, didn’t they?”
He sighed, caught. “And they requested certain attire for the picture.”
“Certain attire?”
He nodded. “Gave me a list of acceptable clothing items everyone could wear and everything.”
“What the fuck.”
He rolled his eyes. “Something about how ‘the picture will be hung near the entryway for all to see’ and ‘we want to provide an example of respectability to the children this institute will house.’”
“They do realize it’s our institute, right? We’re paying for it.”
“Mm. I reminded them of that to get you out of having to wear a dress.”
Her head whipped around to him. “You did?”
“Mhm.”
Her face softened. “Thanks.”  
He shrugged in response to the gratitude, taking her hand and beginning to walk with her towards the front doors of the orphanage, where they would be taking the picture with the whole family. 
“The children are wearing peaky caps,” Lucy pointed out, when one of John’s boys trotted past them. 
“Because they’re children, and not burdened by the fashion expectations of being a professional adult.”
She snorted, turning her smile to hide it against his arm. The rest of the family had joined them in the procession towards the front. It took a decent amount of wrangling of the children and positioning everyone properly before the photograph could be taken. 
Tommy left his cigarette dangling from his mouth, perhaps in silent rebellion of the ‘proper attire’ manifesto the board had sent him. Or perhaps he simply forgot…he’d never tell.
He had to bite back a smirk at the thought. 
The mood shifted the second they passed the sign, on it printed in massive, gold letters: Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children. He could physically feel it in Lucy; how any playfulness or joy drained out of her at the sight of it. Her fingers curled around his arm, and he gave her hand a quick squeeze as they led the way through the front doors, swallowing down his own lump of renewed grief and guilt that had suddenly appeared in his throat. 
The opening ceremony went off without a hitch. He had to give a small speech, but Polly did most of the talking, with hymns sung at intervals throughout. He managed to sneak away after the first one, ducking into a hallway. To the right, at a dead end, Grace’s picture, surrounded by flowers and circular windows of shimmering light, stared back at him. 
Swallowing hard, he approached the picture slowly, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall a few paces away from her. She looked beautiful; her blonde hair pulled back, expression serious and stern. 
He stared at her without blinking, as if the picture would suddenly move. He wondered if she would approve. If she would be proud of what he had accomplished. 
His treacherous mind sent him a flash of memories from the Russian orgy, from Vincente Changretta chanting prayers in Italian as he sat bound to a chair, of Tatiana cackling as she raced through the walls of Arrow House.
No; he couldn’t imagine that she would. 
He could still hear the singing in the distance.  
“You hear that, Grace?” he asked. 
The picture didn’t respond.
There were footsteps behind him, and for a moment his temper spiked, annoyed at whoever had come to likely drag him back to the ceremony. That was until he smelled the familiar scent of sweet rose perfume, and felt Lucy’s strong arms wrap around his waist, head tucking against the place where his chest met shoulder. He relaxed, cheek falling to cushion against her soft curls. Neither of them said a word, just standing there and gazing at Grace’s picture in silence, allowing themselves a moment to fully sit within their grief. 
Somewhere, a door opened, and they reluctantly drew apart. Footsteps drew nearer, and Lucy glanced over her shoulder and then made a face like she’d just drank spoiled milk, hastily looking away and back towards Grace. 
It wasn’t lost on Tommy how she inched a little closer to him, and when the person approaching them started to speak, and he recognized Hughes’s voice, he realized that it wasn’t a movement seeking comfort or safety, as he’d originally thought. 
It was a subtle movement of protection. 
He didn’t say a word as Hughes spoke, tauntingly swinging a ring of keys in his face and explaining how he’d taken the liberty of allocating for himself an office in the institute. For a moment, Tommy thought he might throw up at the thought. Less than an hour ago, he had given a speech about how they would keep the children brought under their care safe, and here he was about to let a fox into the henhouse. 
Hidden from Hughes’s view thanks to Lucy at his side, Tommy flexed his fingers, curling them into a fist tight enough that his nails bit into flesh. 
Not long, he tried to remind himself. Not long until we can take care of this fuck once and for all. He won’t even have a chance to harm any of these children.
But still…what he would give to be able to just give Lucy the order, right then and there, to rip Hughes’s head off with her own bare hands. 
Tommy didn’t respond to anything the priest said. Not once. Not even when he stepped in front of him, cutting into his line of sight and blocking Grace’s picture from view. His threats were nothing new, but still Tommy felt Lucy tense beside him in reaction to them. His eyes lowered as Hughes finally left them alone and started to walk away, and for a moment, he was taken by the sudden, intense urge to cry. 
As if sensing his sudden drop in mood, Lucy shuffled closer to him, even as she watched Hughes carefully to make sure that he actually left. Her side pressed up flush against his, warm and comforting. 
Behind them, he could hear the distinct sound of children running excitedly about. The singing in the other room had stopped. The ceremony must be over, then. A moment later, Michael approached them, mumbling something about an invitation from the Lord Mayor to come to a reception. But his voice was unsteady and not quite there, eyes focused back down the hall, towards the direction that Hughes had retreated. 
He must have seen him, then. Perhaps Hughes was still there at the end of the hall, holding a door open to allow children and visitors inside another part of the building. Tommy had no intention of turning around to see for sure. If he did, he might do something rash. Besides, the look on Michael’s face told him enough. It was the same one he’d seen on Lucy’s face, all those years ago, when one of Matthew’s friends had shown up outside of the yard and she’d spotted him watching her: a look of pure, haunted terror and trauma.  
Before either he or Lucy could answer Michael, he was already staggering away. Tommy sighed deeply, struggling to comprehend just how the hell he was going to get through several more hours of having to smile and socialize when all he wanted to do was go home, snuggle Lucy and Charlie, and maybe have a bit of a good, quiet cry. 
No time for that now, he thought tiredly. 
Lucy squeezed his arm. It had grown quiet again, the bulk of people released from the room where they’d held the opening ceremony disappearing into other parts of the orphanage. 
“Only a little more. Just twenty-four hours,” she said softly, thumbs stroking his arm and cheek resting against his bicep. “Then it’ll all be over,” she pecked his jaw and he closed his eyes, arm wrapping around her and pulling her closer. 
He really didn’t know what he would have done without her. Probably would have followed Grace to the grave, mostly likely. Her arms wound around his waist once more, giving him a much needed squeeze. 
“Stay close to me,” he rasped out. He had woken up that morning with a pit of dread in his stomach that hadn’t abated for the entire day. If anything, it had only grown. He needed to make sure she stayed safe. “Please.”
“I will. Promise.”
He released a small sigh of relief that she didn’t try to protest or argue. Probably because she wasn’t too keen to let him far from her sight either. Face turning, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing the arm he had looped around her. She hummed, eyes fixing back on the picture of Grace.
“I wish she could have been here,” she whispered. Tommy clenched his jaw, not responding. If he spoke, he was sure that he would start to cry. Lucy sniffled, squishing closer to him. “It was one of her passion projects, after all.”
He made a sound of agreement, hoping that she wouldn’t think he was just ignoring her. She was always so in-sync with him, he doubted that she would, but still he hugged her a little tighter, just to make sure she knew there was no intended malice behind his silence. She squeezed him back in understanding. 
“I think she would have liked it–” her voice caught on the end, growing wobbly as it filled with tears. Turning her silently in his arms, he tucked her face fully into his chest, dropping his own to her shoulder, rubbing her back soothingly. She only cried on him for a moment, pulling herself back together quickly, sniffling once and wiping hastily at her eyes before the tears could cause her makeup to run. “Sorry.”
He just shook his head, stroking away the remnants of her tears with his thumb, forehead dipping to rest against hers for a moment. Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to right herself, and when she opened them again, her gaze was steady once more, grief shoved back into the little box in her mind where she kept it contained so it did not consume her completely. He knew, because he did the same exact thing. 
“We should probably head to the reception soon,” she sounded just about as enthused about it as he was. 
“Yes,” with a sigh, he straightened, taking her hand in his. 
With one last, longing, sorrowful look cast towards Grace’s picture, they turned and started to make their way down the hall. 
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Lucy stuck close to Tommy during the reception, not just because he had asked her to, but because she really wasn’t in the mood for much socializing. She knew that she should probably be out there, smiling and working on getting some of the business men milling about involved with the company, but she just really couldn’t find it in her. Besides, Ada and Michael seemed to be doing a fine enough job without her assistance. 
They stood near one end of the room, John and Arthur briefing Tommy about progress with the tunnel in lowered voices. Periodically they were interrupted by women approaching to speak with Tommy in sweet voices about the orphanage, offering condolences about Grace…he managed a startlingly charming smile through each encounter, dealing with each person gracefully and seemingly effortlessly before sending them on their way. 
But when one of the women started to pull him away, the expression of a man internally screaming crossed his face beneath the mask of the charming, ever-indulgent businessman. The sight of it made Lucy smile a little to herself as she watched him get dragged over to a grouping of finely dressed ladies.
“Here.”
Her head swung around to find John holding out a fresh cup of tea to her. Brow raising at the oddly thoughtful gesture, she took it from him. 
“Thanks.”
He nodded silently, looking down into his own teacup. He must have noticed that she wasn’t having the easiest time with all this. Lucy doubted she and John would ever be capable of being all that warm towards each other, especially after the part he played in Grace’s death, but still. 
It was something. 
Taking a sip, Lucy sighed at the warmth spreading through her chest, soothing her dry throat. She’d woken up that morning anxious and jittery, and outside of getting to torment Tommy over the truly awful hat he’d worn that morning, things hadn’t improved all that much.
So much was riding on today. If just one thing went wrong…
She tried to shake the thought away, taking another swallow of tea.
Somewhere in the room, she heard the telltale sound of Charlie starting to cry. Her head snapped around at the sound. Ada had him, already rushing across the room to hand him over to Tommy. Her heart fluttered as she watched him openly coo to his son. It had a similar effect on the women surrounding him, and Lucy had to stifle an eye roll at the way some of them practically swooned. Poor Charlie, probably overwhelmed from all the noise and people, was still crying intermittently, but had settled a little now that his father was holding him. Turning away from where Tommy was taking a picture with the ladies and a sculpture they’d brought him, Lucy returned her attention to John and Arthur. 
“I fucking hate these things,” Arthur was grumbling while John sipped his tea. 
“You and me both,” Lucy said, fiddling with her rings in an attempt to ignore how badly she wanted a cigarette. 
Something prickled at the back of her neck, and she frowned. A sudden feeling of widening dread had opened up in the pit of her stomach, so encompassing she felt almost nauseated with it.
Something was wrong.
Setting down her teacup in the saucer she had clutched in one hand, she looked around the room, frowning, trying to pinpoint what had sent her instincts off.
But everything seemed as it should be. Nothing was out of place.
So why did she suddenly feel so crushingly uneasy? It was like she could hear the sounds of a clock, ticking rhythmically in the back of her head, counting down the seconds to disaster.
Her eyes swerved around the room until they found Tommy. He was speaking to Ada, glancing around the room as though looking for someone, face slowly growing pale. Ada looked concerned, joining him in glancing about the room. 
Lucy finally realized what was wrong at the same moment that Tommy approached her and his brothers; a realization that would come close to bringing their entire world crashing down around their ears:
She couldn’t hear Charlie. 
For a moment, her mind tried to placate itself, logicing that he might’ve just stopped crying and was quietly perched in someone’s arms or playing somewhere in the room. But one quick scan of the entire reception area offered no solution as to where he was, and the pit of dread that had started in her stomach began to creep upwards into her throat. Her ears strained to pick up any sound of him, but where they should have heard crying, or his usual sweet babbling, they heard nothing but terrible silence. 
“Have you seen Charlie?” Tommy asked them. He was calm, but she could see the very beginning sparks of panic in his eyes. When he glanced from his brothers to her, she felt as though the floor was falling out from beneath her feet.
“I thought…I thought that he was with you…” she responded in a small voice. More color left Tommy’s face, Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed, spinning around to look through the crowd again. Setting her tea down, Lucy stretched up onto her toes, desperately scanning for their baby. 
Nothing. 
Tommy took off at a fast stride towards Polly. Lucy rushed after him, following him as he flitted from family member to family member throughout the room, repeating the same question over and over again. Her chest constricted tighter with each negative answer, panic building.  
How? How? She’d just heard his cries minutes ago. Surely he couldn’t have gone far…someone had to have seen him.
The memory of Tommy telling her about the threats Hughes had made to Charlie burst through her mind, and for a moment she couldn’t breathe she was so horrified at the idea of that man anywhere near her little boy…
She fought to keep her breathing normal. Having a panic attack right now wouldn’t help anyone.    
Tommy started to sound off orders to the boys, sending them to different rooms to widen the search and to watch the cars to make sure no one left. His voice was steady, but when he reached down and seized her hand in his to pull her with him towards the door, she could feel his hand trembling.
“Tommy,” Ada was rushing over to them. “Someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door.”
Tommy cursed, spinning towards the door. His grip was so tight on Lucy’s hand that she was likely to have bruises come tomorrow.
“Tommy–!” she choked out, and he looked at her as though just realizing that he was still holding onto her. The sheer terror in his eyes made her blood run cold. 
“Go with Arthur. I’m going to try the backdoor,” he ordered, letting her go, and took off half racing down the hall before she could argue.  
Nodding more to herself than anyone else, she turned back to Arthur, who had already sent Ada away to question more of the people in the reception room and ordered the boys to go cover the other exits.
“Come on,” he said, resting a gentle, guiding hand on her shoulder, steering her to a door. 
“He was just…he was just here…” she stuttered. “I just saw him…”
“I know.”
Guilt opened up in her like a gushing wound. She should’ve been keeping a better eye on him…should’ve been tending to him when Tommy couldn’t. 
How could she be so fucking stupid?
She was hardly able to breathe, blood rushing through her ears and heart pounding as she followed Arthur at a jog, their shoes clattering as they raced down the stairs.
“Arthur!” Ada met them halfway up, voice strained.
“What?”
“Somebody said they saw a woman and a kid getting into a car.”
“Ah, fuck!”    
A choked off sound emitted from Lucy’s throat, hand locking tightly around the banister, and for a moment she thought she might faint or throw up. The world spun. She couldn’t breathe.
By some miracle she managed to make it down the rest of the stairs, shoes skidding against the hardwood floor.
“They said that the car was heading south when it took off. But they didn’t know anymore…” Ada was still reporting to Arthur. She glanced over her shoulder and stopped. “Lucy?”
It wasn’t until she heard Ada’s questioning voice that she realized that she had made no move to follow them, just standing there at the foot of the stairs, one hand gripping white-knuckled to the bannister while she battled the urge to vomit from the panic pumping through her veins.
“Luce,” Arthur went back to her, beckoning for her to follow. “Come on, love.”
She tried to move and couldn’t. It was like all of her muscles had locked up. In her ears, she could hear the whispers of all the things Hughes was rumored to have done. The horrors she’d learned he was capable of when conducting her research on him.
Should have just slaughtered him and dumped his body into the canal. 
Her breaths were coming in tiny little gasps. “Arthur…Arthur, if they put him in a car…” 
“Lucy,” he seized her by the shoulders. “You need to breathe.”
“But he’s–he’s–”
“Where’s Tommy?” Arthur demanded to Ada.
“I don’t know. If there was no one at the backdoor he might’ve made his way to the front right about now.”
“Take her. I need to go tell our boys to set up roadblocks and spotters.”
She was passed suddenly from Arthur over to Ada. He barreled through one of the doors, and before it swung shut behind him Lucy could hear him bellowing out orders to people outside. 
“Breathe, alright?” Ada said, voice soothing, but Lucy could hear fear lurking at the edges of it. “We’ll find him. They couldn’t have gotten far. Come along, let’s get you some fresh air,” putting an arm around Lucy’s shoulders, Ada guided her through the sidedoor Arthur had shot out of a moment ago. 
“It was…it had to be Hughes.”
“We can worry about all that in a moment. Right now I just need you to calm down.”
“N-no…we need to get him before Hughes…” she swallowed hard. “Before he…” she swallowed back bile, wanting to slap herself. Ada needed to be off doing something productive to help, rather than trying to talk her off the edge of a panic attack.
Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back against the door they’d just exited through. The side of the building was cool against her clammy skin. 
Ada’s hand squeezed her arm. “Breathe.”
Lucy forced herself to comply, dragging in a deep gasp of air, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds, then expelling it. 
Behind her closed eyelids, the world suddenly snapped into sharp clarity.  
She could not fall apart right now. There was no time for it. Not when every second was so precious. 
So she forced herself to gather up every single feeling of panic that was currently rushing through her veins, pulling it all together into one neat, crumpled ball, and then stuffed it away. Deep, deep down. In the same place where the guilt and grief that she carried over Grace lived. 
Opening her eyes, she stared into Ada’s concerned features. “I’m fine,” she rasped. “Go get Polly. Tell her to come outside. She’ll need to drive me and Tommy to the office.”
“But–”
“There’s no time; go. I’m fine,” she reiterated. Ada looked her over, and nodded, hurrying back inside.
Lucy gulped down more air, raking a hand through her curls and forcing her lungs to expand a bit more with each breath. 
“Where is he!?” her head raised at the sound of Tommy’s anguished roar. Tussling her hand through her hair one last time, she pulled away from the building, following the voices. 
  Tommy was wrapped up in Arthur’s arms, head tucked into his older brother’s shoulder, blue eyes wide and wild. Arthur was holding him tight, mumbling about what they were going to do, taking complete charge of the situation. 
If she’d had the mental capacity to do so at the time, she would have been impressed by his ability to step up and take control with Tommy so distraught and spiraling. 
Tommy was just staring, not looking at Arthur, mind working a mile a minute behind his tortured blue eyes. He said nothing but quiet, one word acknowledgments of Arthur’s commands. 
“Whoever took him is going to call,” Arthur said. 
“Where’s Lucy?” Tommy asked, eyes suddenly snapping into motion, flickering about madly. 
“I’m here,” she stepped closer, and could’ve sworn a look of relief briefly flitted over his face. 
Arthur, with still one arm around Tommy, guided him towards the car. Polly was just stepping outside.  
“You good?” Arthur asked her, as he ushered Tommy to climb into the passenger seat. 
“Yes,” her voice sounded steadier than she felt, but it was enough to convince Arthur, holding out a hand for her to grasp as she climbed into the car after Tommy. 
“You stay close to him, alright?” Arthur mumbled into her ear. She nodded, understanding. 
Tommy would need her now, perhaps more than he ever had before.
Polly climbed into the driver’s seat right after her, slamming the door shut and turning on the engine. She drove fast, and if she was perturbed by Lucy’s presence, squeezed in the middle between her and Tommy, she didn’t show it. 
No one said a word, the trees whizzing past them as the car flew down the road. Shifting closer, until her side was pressed against Tommy’s, Lucy was struck with the sudden need to cry. 
She thought of sweet little Charlie. Her baby boy who instinctively seemed to always know when she needed a hug, draping his chubby little arms around her. Who always smiled and squealed in delight when she presented him with a new wood carving she’d whittled for him. Who giggled when she lifted him high in the air, and clapped his hands when she blew raspberries into his cheeks. Who asked her, in the sweetest voice she’d ever heard, if they could go to the stables to see the horses. His little hand holding tight to hers as he tottered along beside her down the path, face stretching in a smile that looked stunningly like his father’s when she lifted him up so he could give one of the horses a pet along their flank, or feed them sugarcubes or apple slices from his palm.
Her baby. They’d taken her sweet baby away from her. She didn’t know where he was. Or what they could be doing to him. In her mind, she could see him looking around, confused. Asking for her or for Tommy. Crying in fear. Crying in pain.
She dragged in a trembling breath, hastily wiping the two tears that had managed to escape from her eyes.
Was taking Grace away from them really not adequate? Had they not already lost enough? 
Tommy’s hand was suddenly in hers, linking their fingers and squeezing tight and strong. When she chanced a glance over at him, he was staring straight ahead, eyes glazed over in a way that she recognized as meaning that he wasn’t really there, lost instead in his thoughts. Likely the same ones she’d just been having moments ago. 
She squeezed back hard and inched closer, until if she wanted to be any nearer to him she would’ve had to have climbed into his lap. The thumb of the hand holding hers brushed along her knuckles, and when she looked up at him again, it was to find him staring at her this time. 
His jaw was tensed, eyes so pained that the sight of them alone was enough to have her lip wobbling a little with unshed tears. He drew in a slow breath, letting go of her hand for one terrible moment. But it was only to wrap his arm around her, drawing her head to rest in the hollow of his shoulder, fingers digging into the material of her suit jacket. Still needing something to hold, she grabbed onto the hand not belonging to the arm around her, free arm wrapping around his back.
In the safety of Tommy’s chest, she allowed herself to let out one single sob. Just one. She would make herself to save the others for later. When he dropped his face into her hair, she was intimately aware of the fact that she was likely the only thing keeping him grounded at all.
The car hit a few bumps, but kept barreling along. The terrible silence, like the one that had stretched on and on in that reception hall when she’d strained to hear any sound of Charlie, persisted. 
And within that silence, she and Tommy sat with the knowledge that what was easily one of their worst nightmares had been realized. 
Charlie was gone.
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15. Road Trip
Head injury, blood loss, loss of consciousness, referenced captivity and torture
AU Masterpost / Previous / Next
It was when they turned onto a paved highway that Harrison found himself laughing, whooping with joy.
“Fuck that place!” He felt lightheaded, the vehicle swerving slightly as he reached for a water bottle from the duffel wedged between their seats. “Oh god. Oh fuck - fuck - Christ.” His laughter died down, but the smile didn’t leave his face.
“Okay. Okay - okay. We - first we gotta get you to a hospital.” The Wolf whined at the suggestion, words slurred.
“Mm-nope. They’ll be looking.” His breathing was too fast and too shallow for Harrison to agree.
“Unless you want to bleed out, we need to - at least an emergency clinic, yeah. Yeah, clinics - a small one - they won’t need too much documentation.”
“Hm. If you say so.”
Harrison tempered the anxiety bubbling in his chest as they passed a mile marker. They were definitely in the western US. It made him nauseous to try and wrap his mind around what they had left behind in that desert dust. That was a problem for a well rested, well fed, and well provisioned Harrison to tackle.
That hard drive held everything.
He hoped it did, at least.
“Hey, you gotta keep talking to me Wolfie.”
“Don’t call me Wolfie.” The growl was playful in its aggression. Playful. What a word to use to describe a man who had nearly drowned him. A man who had tortured and murdered his friends.
Harrison glanced at the Wolf from the corner of his eyes, the man fixated on the passing scenery outside. As much as sand and dried prairie brush counted as scenery.
“I can’t wait to get a hot shower. How about you Wolf? What luxury do you want to indulge in?”
“Soap would be nice. You smell awful.”
“Hey - ”
“I think…I would like a new shirt.”
“You grabbed a few - they’re in the duffel. We can get changed. Maybe find a gas station to use.” The Wolf hummed in agreement, but his face was twisted in thought. “What else? A new shirt - you had those in the supply closet. What’s something you haven’t had in a while?”
“Hm…” The Wolf’s eye flicked up, watching fluffy white clouds against an aegean sea of blue. “Sleep in a bed, by myself.”
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Harrison’s voice nearly caught in his throat, words tight. He wasn’t supposed to feel bad for this - this torturer and murderer - but how could he not with what he had seen? “What about food - I, it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been craving frozen yogurt for days now.”
“Frozen yogurt?”
“Yeah like ice cream or gelato.”
“Mm, gelato…I think vanilla was my favorite…”
“C’mon everyone knows chocolate is the best.”
“I don’t think so. Strawberry is better than chocolate.”
“Hey! You take that back - I can understand vanilla but strawberry? Really? That’s the hill you’re willing to die on?”
“Chocolate is simply not that good.”
“You just haven’t had the right kind - there’s this local brand my sister gets when I’m home…”
“Wolf. Hey, Wolfie, gotta stay awake for me, alright?” Harrison wasn’t sure how long they had been driving or how long it had been since Wolf responded. All he knew was the last few times he reached over to swat at the man, he hadn’t responded beyond a weak moan.
Harrison was starting to get worried.
(He had been worried - but now he couldn’t talk the nerves away and reassure himself by listening to Wolf’s slurred and choppy answers.)
They were going well over the speed limit, the highway completely barren. Once, he saw a tractor trailer with Arizona plates heading in the opposite direction. The Wolf had been awake then, watching it whip past with sharp eyes before shrugging and telling Harrison it wasn’t something worth worrying about.
Now the Wolf was quiet, breathing steady but so so shallow. The next exit seemed to appear miraculously: Cedar Hills, Population - 48. They might not have a hospital but - there had to be something - they had to at least know where the nearest hospital was -
Because Harrison wasn’t so sure the Wolf would make it much longer.
AU Masterpost / Previous / Next
(An AU of my Freelancers series)
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Is this a safe space? I got some whining to do.
Not just about the landlady and about how we're gonna be homeless again in a month. No, I got a bone to pick with Dave and I need to vent.
So... how did he fuck up this time, many of you may wonder?
1.) Christmas.
Dave didn't want a turkey or any of the usual Christmas dinner stuff we have. It's literally only the 2nd day a year where we have any of that shit, but he whined about not wanting to do extra work like at Thanksgiving... where he did no work at all. I literally sat in the kitchen with mom for hours. It was hot af, and tiring. In the end, he had to wash a couple plates but that was it. I'm the one who had to go back and forth fetching things, washing and re-washing pots and pans so mom could use them for something new, and stirring shit cuz she couldn't move.
He demanded seafood and stuffed shells for Christmas. Mom told him that shit would be too expensive for people like us. Besides, she would get paid on Dec 22nd, which meant it would be too late to get anything like that as shit would be cleared out. He had the money to get the stuff he wanted early, but decided Food Stamps should pay for most of it first and waited until Christmas Eve. Well, guess what?! Money finally comes in, he waits around, and when he finally goes shopping... there's barely anything left.
He had to buy frozen stuffed shells which were a bit cheaper than making them homemade, but they ended up being disgusting and no one liked the filling which tasted rancid af. So, he left them on the counter for like 10 hours and never touched them. Then bitched cuz no one, not even him, ate them and they sat out all night and had to be thrown out. He managed to get some kind of mini shrimp platter which was basically 28-30 small shrimp around a small container of cocktail sauce. Finally, he had to spend his own actually money to go to some small seafood shop somewhere and get some clams which were expensive as well. We each got like 6 of the world's smallest ass clams ever.
Basically, there was nothing of actual substance for dinner and we all ate mom's pasta salad which was gone in a single sitting.
Then, he wanted pumpkin pie, lemon meringue pie, and some other pie. Mom told him she wasn't making him jack shit cuz he's the only one who likes pumpkin pie in this house, and she made him one just for him at Thanksgiving... and his ass never ate any of it. In fact, he claimed it made him sick(which was him hiding the fact that he'd gotten himself fast food earlier that day, when he knows grease and oil on french fries make him sick). Bethy narked on him wasting money on Thanksgiving Day when we were already making dinner, and he stuck to his claims and ended up leaving that pie to sit in the fridge on the top shelf and never touched it. He got himself fast food a couple days later and... got sick again. And mom was like, "Let me guess... the ice cream made you sick so now you won't need to touch it and the rest of us can have it?" And he threw a fit.
Dave had to buy his precious pie for himself... And refused to fucking read direction so guess what? He left it in too long and burned it. Mom had placed a special order for quick delivery and got the rest of us different pies to share so everyone would get something for dessert. They just ended up being mostly whipped cream and a slight hint of flavor and were lame af tho. I was especially mad cuz she informed everyone of who got what and Dave literally went right behind everyone's backs and took like a quarter of each of the other pies in one sitting and left his burnt as one on the table for days.
2.) Landlady's Possessions
Some may recall me mentioning how in our first 2 weeks here, Dave managed to break the tempered glass stove top and tried to hide it? Well, not only has he not replaced that after finally coming clean about it and claiming it would be and easy replacement to handle, but he also broke the handle to the landlady's washer/dryer set, and the faucet in the bathroom sink which is why we haven't been able to wash our hands there this whole time. We've gotten use the shower to the kitchen sink if cleanliness is truly so important.
Mom ended up having to place the dryer handle the other night. Dave still won't mention the stove top though. He claims he can fix the faucet but won't acknowledge how if he doesn't fix the stove top, he's not getting the last month's rent and security back(which would be about $2,600). The house will NOT be as it was when he moved it because of HIM and that WILL be $2,600 down the drain. So, despite all that bitching, he's doing nothing as per usual.
3.) Waste
He's still wasting food. The first point should have gotten that across pretty well but it goes beyond.
I made pasta 2 nights ago. We had alfredo sauce, and I had some cans of chicken I was hiding away for a just such an occasion to spruce it up, yk? It took like half an hour, but it was done right as they walked in the door at 6 PM. I got mom and I some food, Bethy got her own food, and then we ate.
His ass never ate dinner. In fact, he got on the phone to whoever the fuck to bitch about how tired he was of not getting to eat full meals. Rigatoni in chicken and alfredo sauce was sitting in a massive pot int he kitchen, and his ass wouldn't touch it. Same as usual. There was enough for him but when I went out, he didn't touch it even after hours, so I had to put it away.
He never puts the food away, no matter who makes it. I often go into the kitchen at midnight to find all of dinner left everywhere. Much has gone to waste even because he won't fucking help.
So today, mom was supposed to make stuffed peppers. She got all the shit for it, but Dave suddenly whines and bitches, like he's never had them before and doesn't know how they're made, "What's in them?" Mom explains slowly cuz he's that fucking dumb. "I don't want tomato sauce, I'll get heartburn!" "We've always had them that way, and you've always had heartburn, yet you never complained before." "Well, I don't want it now! I'm fucking tired of tomato sauce!"
We haven't had tomato sauce in over a month cuz he specifically won't buy it unless Bethy is there to put it in the cart. He demands mom uses alfredo sauce in the stuffed peppers instead... and it was awful. I've never needed so much salt in my life. Dave lost the garlic powder so much of the flavor was missing, and rice covered in alfredo sauce is NOT good. I was very displeased. Once again, we do shit to cater to Dave and once again, it ends up being a failure cuz guess what? He didn't fucking eat any. There were enough for everyone to have at least 2 with 2 left over. There are 6 remaining. I ate 2 with extra rice on the side, mom had 1, and Bethy had 1. Dave didn't even eat them... cuz he ended up not liking them even when mom told him it wasn't going to end up well.
All that bitching and forcing us to change how we usually do things, only to not only NOT eat the thing that was made to his specifications, but then he spent the night bitching about being hungry when his ass could make spaghetti and alfredo sauce for himself if he was so desperate for food. We have ground beef and ground turkey. Canned chicken. Mac n' cheese. Different types of soup. He was not starving or going without, he was just lazy. After all that talking, he did nothing at all.
4.) Not reading the lease.
Withholding details of the lease from us and not bothering to read it clearly and now acting like he did nothing wrong the entire time.
~.O.~
The one thing Dave isn't at fault for, is the landlady's behavior.
This house has a separate garage that wasn't part of the lease. She's not having it slightly remodeled, and her ex-husband is adding an electric garage door. He had to come in and check the breaker with his electrician friend and they were mumbling to each other about her plans. She DOESN'T want to move in, she wants to rent out the house and garage together for a higher price.
I'm so mad I am practically fuming.
We're getting hit by everything, and to have this news dumped on us right before Christmas has just soured the holidays entirely. We've already begun packing our things, but we have no plan on where to go and nowhere to even put our stuff again. We have 6 weeks left and I'm just so tired.
[GFM] [Ko-Fi]
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mysticnightmarewrites · 5 months
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Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 12: Food Play
“What are you doing?” Sansa’s judgmental voice came from behind, and Arya slammed the fridge shut in surprise.
“What do you mean what am I doing?” Arya replied defensively, crossing her arms over her bra, glad she’d had the presence of mind to toss on Gendry’s old sweatpants before heading downstairs to the kitchen, but she was also keenly aware his sports team name was printed down one of the legs.
It was dark, and the kitchen was only illuminated by a chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling, the soft lighting catching on the sparkles of Sansa’s party dress.
“You’re fucking him! I knew it.”
“Last I checked, that was none of your business,” Arya said, setting the can of whipped cream down on the marble countertop, as if it was to blame for her embarrassment.
Sansa’s shoulders visibly dropped and she went to fill up her glass. “You’re right. You’re right. I’m worried about you though. If you were dating, you’d have told me by now, but it’s clear it’s more than just fooling around.”
Where in Westeros had that come from? “No it’s not,” Arya insisted, leaning into the doorframe. “We literally just made a list of kinks to try because we were curious.”
“Really?” Sansa grinned, taking a drink of water.
“Yeah, we’re calling it the Fuck-It List.”
Sansa immediately started coughing and erupted into stilted giggles. 
“You’re a genius, you know that?” She picked up the forgotten can off the counter and held it out to Arya, her brows furrowing. “I can tell you like him, though. And he looks like he’s half in love with you.” Arya started to protest, but Sansa shook her head. “Just be careful.”
Her sister’s words hung over her head as she brought the whipped cream back to Gendry’s room. They were just friends. Friends who knew each other’s bodies inside and out, but only that. It was what they’d agreed on, wasn’t it? Besides, when they graduated in a little over a year, they’d probably never even see each other again.
The door creaked louder than Arya expected, and she jumped a little at the sound of it, still on edge.
“I come bearing gifts,” she said, trying to sound lighter than she felt.
Gendry smirked when he spotted the can. “I see you brought whipped cream too.” But then he saw her face. “You OK?”
“I ran into my sister in the kitchen. She knows.”
“Oh. You good with that?”
Arya shrugged. “She won’t tell anyone else, so it is what it is at least.”
“I guess you don’t have to try to sneak back to your room in the morning, then.” Gendry walked over and took the can out of her frozen hands. 
Arya looked up into his blue eyes, which were shining with desire and something else, something tender. 
There was only one thing for it. Arya pulled his head down to hers, and fell into the kiss. 
This was, as it always was, merely about crossing something off the list, and the sound of the cream covering her cleavage echoed that.
Gendry pulled down the straps of her bra to lick up the mess he made, and the attention he gave to her nipples made another mess he needed to clean up. But first, he had to get her naked and spread out on the bed. 
Whipped cream made a trail all the way down her torso, and Gendry followed it down to her cunt.
“Next time, we’ll have to do this with hot fudge.” 
Arya laughed. “Add it to the list.”
The rest of the night, her pussy was full, and her mind was empty.
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haitaniplug · 2 years
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haitani ran x fem!reader
genre: friends → lovers (sorta) , angst
cw: slight toxic ran , platonic friendship , jealousy , possessiveness, drugs , sex.
this is going to be a longggg one since i stopped posting for a while
ANYWAY HOPE U ENJOYYYYY
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"Just confess to him [Y/N]," Nami stated, "your crush isn't going to go anywhere anytime soon so just fuck it right !"
You side-eyed her before sighing, "It's not that easy man. He's like my best friend and I don't want to lose him."
"Have you seen the way he looks at you?" Nami cut you off, "it's like totaaaally a look of love. I catch him staring at you all the time even if you're from a distance."
Hearing this, your ears perked up. Whipping your head in her direction, you ask, "He does?"
She nods. "You haven't noticed...?"
Shaking your head. How could you have never noticed it? "Nami, if I confess to him, and he doesn't feel the same way back," you paused, "you're buying me ice-cream for a month straight and letting me use your Netflix."
"You're over-reacting [Y/N]," she rolled her eyes, "I'm so confident in this, I'll take you up on your stupid offer."
"Deal." You both shook hands.
—Confession Day—
"I like you, Ran."
......
"I like you too, you're a good friend," Ran smiled before grabbing your remote, scrolling through the channels, "Could you pass the chips?" He asked, still scrolling but you were frozen in place.
A friend? A fucking FRIEND?!
Maybe he just misunderstood what I was saying. Yeah, that has to be it..... unless he really does like me as only a friend and wanted to end the conversation right there before I end up confessing again and he has to cut me out of his life.
Shit!
"Hellooooo," Ran waved in front of your face, "earth to [Y/N]," snapping his fingers in front of your face, you snapped out of it. "Sorry!"
Ran nudged your shoulder, "it's cool, pass the chips," You nodded and grabbed the packet of chips, opening it before handing it to him. "Um, Ran."
"Hm?"
Fuck it.
"Did you hear what I said earlier?" You asked and he nodded, digging through the chips still. "Did you understand what I meant?"
"Yeah, you like me. I like you too, that's why we're friends."
Friend zoned again. You internally face-palmed yourself. Either he was stupid as fuck, or genuinely understood what you meant and is avoiding it like the plague.
You grabbed his hand, making him pause his scrolling, "More than that Ran."
Your chest heaved up and down as the silence was deafening. You could hear every small sound, you could've sworn you even heard the wind outside.
"Oh." Ran finally said something, after a good few moments.
"So?" You asked, hope in your eyes that he likes you back, but due to the silence, you knew you fucked up.
"I just see you as a friend, sorry."
Heart shattered. Who knew an organ could be so brittle from just a few words. Embarrassment flooded your entire body and you looked everywhere but him. He seemed to notice and tried to reassure you, "But we can still be friends? I don't want to lose you."
Trying hard to control the tears threatening to slip out of your eyes, you nodded. "That'll be great, thanks Ran."
Who also knew that Ran was a liar.
It's been 3 days since that incident. Ever since he left your house that night, he's been avoiding you. At first you thought maybe he just never saw you, but you knew he was avoiding you when you saw him with Rindou out in public yesterday.
Rindou called your name out from across the street and you waved back, so your presence was clearly known to Ran, but he refused to look at you. That's when reality hit you.
"I, um," Nami stuttered, "I didn't expect it to go this bad...." You were rolled up in a ball on your bed once reality hit you that Ran most definitely hates you right now, and you'll never go back to being friends.
And even if eventually you do end up being friends again, it won't be like before. It would be so awkward.....
"I hate you so much Nami." Your voice was muffled due to the mountain of sheets on your bed.
"Im sorry!!" Nami whined as she sat on the edge of your bed, slowly removing the covers. "At least you know hes a fuckin' jerk so you can move on right?"
You lifted your head up to glare at her. "I don't want to move on though. I. Want. Him." Tears were threatening to leave your eyes again as you thought about him.
"I'm so sorry [Y/N]—" Nami felt bad honestly. She genuinely thought you two would be a couple, cause like you both look perfect for each other. Maybe she got too caught up in her own fantasy, not realising that Ran was probably not the best person to commit to a stable relationship.
"Wanna go get ice-cream?"
Those words made you sit up, nodding. All you wanted to do right now is cry yourself in bed with choking on some ice-cream and watching shitty rom-com so you could feel better about yourself.
You spent the next few days in bed, avoiding human contact. Rindou hit your phone up a lot but you avoided him too. Nami was the only person that saw you since she was your dormmate , but you locked yourself in your room.
The only times you got out was to go to the fridge to get more ice cream. You were a fucking mess.
But all that changed a week later, Nami stormed into your room, hitting her head on the door since she forgot it was locked. You flinched from the sudden loud thud from the other end of the door before scoffing, "Leave me alone."
"[Y/N]! Let me in please!"
You rolled your eyes, dropping the ice-cream tub and rolling out of bed, waddling to the door. "What?"
"Look!" Nami handed you tickets ?
"What is this?" You held them up to eyeline.
"Look at them. Rindou bought this for us." You blinked, reading the name at the top. "A carnival? Who needs tickets for that? Isn't it free?"
"Yes dummy, but the rides aren't." Nami placed her arm around your shoulder, "Rindou bought this for us cause he misses you."
"That's cute," you pouted, "but I'm not going."'
"[Y/N]! He spent so much on these!"
"You're not understanding the point Nami!" You yelled, "If I go, guess who's going to be there?"
Nami paused, thinking but she was taking too long so you interrupted her thoughts. "His brother Nami."
"Oh... OH!" She rubbed the back of her head, "I don't think he will be there. I'll call him up right now." Before she could grab her phone, you stopped her. "Don't."
"What? Why?"
"Rindou will tell Ran that I asked if he was going to be there or not. If he ends up showing up, and I don't go, he will know I'm avoiding him. If he says he's not going to be there and I show up, it'll be clear I'm avoiding him!"
Nami blinked. "But he's avoiding you.... so what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that I don't want him to know that him avoiding is affecting me!" You sighed, so tempted to slam your door shut and crawl back into bed. You mouth already missing the taste of your ice cream.
"I mean, you not showing up is already clear you're avoiding him." Now you looked at Nami confused as she continued, "If you show up and he's there, he will know that you're doing well without him. If you show up and he's not there, then Rindou will tell Ran that you're not some depressed freak cause of him."
For once, Nami was actually making sense. "True....."
Nami could tell that you were slowly getting on aboard, so she continued trying to persuade you, "Then after you have fun with Rindou, maybe even hook up with a few dudes so Rindou will tell Ran that you don't care about him, then you can come back and lie in bed with your ice cream."
Hook up..?
You did need to get laid, it's been so long. Ever since your crush on Ran developed, you refused to even look at another guy. Too focused on Ran himself.
"Alright fine," you sighed whilst Nami cheered. "Get ready! We're meeting him at 7PM."
You nodded, shutting your door and looking at the time on your phone. It was 6:23PM. Great.
You got dressed, took a shower, got ready into something casual. After all, it's just a carnival. Nami did your hair into a cute hairstyle in the living room before her phone buzzed. A text message from Rindou saying
We're here.
WE!?!"!"!
Nami quickly hid the message notification but you already seen it.
"We....." You muttered under your breath. Suddenly your heart started racing again, "Nami I can't do this! I was so prepared cause of the possibility that he wasn't going to show up, but now that it's actually happening I-i cant.."
"[Y/N] stop acting like that." Nami rolled her eyes, "you can do it. It might not even be Ran. It could be Sanzu... or um, Mikey or....... uh Rindou's date..?"
You could tell she was running out of shit to say. It was so obviously Ran.
"You're already ready, you look sexy as fuck! If it is Ran, just ignore him! He's not worth your time."
"Not even two weeks ago, you were saying he's perfect for me etc."
Nami stood up, straightening her clothes, "That was because I didn't know he was a fucking douche two weeks ago. But now I am educated so I'll be there for you." She held her hand out for you to take it.
You sighed, "I hate you," said with a smile on your face grabbing her hand as you both left your apartment. Rindou was parked outside in a fancy looking car, much different than the ones Rindou drove.
"Are you sure that's the car?" You asked before the window rolled down and Rindou waved you both over. Rindou was sat in the front seat, with someone you never met before in the front seat.
Ran was sat at the far end of the window, staring out the window with his chin in his palm, not even looking at you and Nami.
There were two empty seats next to him. You waited for Nami to enter first so she would be in the middle but instead she went to the front window that Rindou rolled down and started to converse with him.
You glared at her in betrayal. It would be so obvious that you were avoiding Ran if you waited for her to finish talking to Rindou before entering the car. You took a gulp before entering the car, making sure you left a little bit of space between you and Ran.
Not long after you sat down, Nami entered next to you and beamed you a smile to which you sent her another glare.
Betrayal counter : 1
The drive to the carnival was awkward. You were introduced as Rindo's friend to the driver who you just learnt name was Kokonoi. You assumed this must've been his car since he looked rich af.
You occasionally sent side eyes to Ran as if it was some reflex. Ever since you developed a crush on him, you had a habit of staring at him from a distance or whenever you possibly could.
Seems that he must've noticed because he turned to face you, sending you his cocky smirk. Whipping your head around too fast made him laugh a little before bumping his shoulder against yours. "Missed you."
You ignored him, scrolling on your phone, acting like you didn't hear what he said. He laughed again before re-facing the window.
Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. Bringing your phone out, you texted Nami who was seated just next to you.
To NAMI
why would u make me sit next to him
guck you
fuck*
From NAMI
SORRRY!
I jsut wanted to talk to Rindou
To NAMI
YOU COULDN'T DO THAT AT THE CARNIVAL?!"!?
You heard a giggle next to you, then realising how close Ran was to you because he was reading your messages. "Talking about me when I'm right next to you... who knew you were so confident [Y/N]."
You swallowed nervously, why did you bring your phone out.........
Only one thing to do now.
Deny deny deny.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You tossed your phone onto your lap, forgetting to turn it off and it happened to land upwards, the text messages on full display.
"You're cute when you lie [Y/N]." Ran said before conversing with Rindou at the front.
He thinks I'm cute?
He has to be fucking with me. Who does he think he is? How can he reject me, ghost me, then flirt with me?
Fuck you Ran Haitani.
That was enough of Ran for the day. Now you were even more determined to ignore him.
Arriving at the carnival, everyone was getting out of the car but Ran grabbed your hand, telling the others to go ahead. Nami sent you a good luck look before shutting the car door. Koko tossed Ran the car keys so he could lock up when he's done.
And just like that, you were both left alone.
You looked everywhere but him as he gathered the words to talk.
"Are you mad at me?"
You noticed his voice was a little strained... as if he was sad? Why the fuck would he be sad.
"No." You lied, "No I'm not." Sending him a faux smile to get out of this situation quicker.
"Alright, just checking."
You looked up at him, your thoughts betraying you. He cares about me?
No, he doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't have been avoiding you.
But he cared enough to have this conversation with you alone.
He's fucking with your feelings [Y/N], listen to ME! He doesn't care about you, this was established for weeks.
You were so confused. What should you believe? Didn't matter either way because your thoughts were cut short when Ran interlaced his fingers with yours and helped you out of the car.
The feelings you tried so hard to get rid of these past few weeks came back so fast.
Betrayal counter: 2
Arriving with the others, they were all by the pretzel stand. Nami was conversing with Rindou and Koko was nowhere to be found.
Little did you and Nami know that Rindou, Ran and Koko came here for ' business ' reasons and needed distractions so incase they were being followed, they could use the excuse that they were hanging out with their friends.
Ran sent Rindou a look before unlinking his hands from yours. "Girls, stay here, we gotta go do something real quick."
You both nodded and dipped. You were already telling Nami everything that happened in the car. She was happy for you, but she didn't believe that Ran would switch up that fast.
"I still think you should move on [Y/N]—."
No.
"—I'm happy for you and all but Ran still fucking sucks ass and you deserve better. You can just be friends with him."
"But-"
"No buts. Now come let's find someone for you." Nami grabbed your hand and led you through the carnival. Her eyes landing on these group of boys that looked a little sketchy, but that didn't cross her mind. All she knew was that they're fucking hot as fuck and she wants them.
You were sort of jealous of her confidence. The way she just approached them as if they were friends and started up conversation. The dude wrapped his arm around Nami's shoulder before whispering something into her ear.
Her eyes went wide and she nodded rapidly. They all smirked and told her to follow. She sent you a gesture to follow them too. You were super sceptical about this, mind still on Ran.
You told Nami you'd join her later, but for now, you needed to find Ran.
Walking around the carnival, you saw him in the crowd since he was so tall, he stood out so easily. But he was looking down, as if he was talking to someone.
You blinked, trying to jump up to see who he was talking to, until the bodies surrounding Ran moved away and your heart shattered for the second time this month.
His hand was around this girls face, as she smiled and blushed up at him. You were far away, but saw everything clearly as if you were right infront of them. His smile when he brushed his finger on her bottom lip as she spoke.
You wanted to throw up. You immediately brought your phone out, asking Nami to send her location.
Fuck you Ran Haitani.
Not long after, Nami sent her location, as well as a picture of her sitting on one of the boys lap and he rolled up weed behind her.
You put your phone in your bag, before making your way over to the location. It was still in the carnival, but behind all the commotion, like an abandoned parking lot.
"You're here!" Nami said, her voice slurred as if she was high. As soon as you approached, the smell of weed hit you that your eyes watered.
"Wow, I didn't expect weed to be this strong," you coughed. One dude ears perked up and turned to face you, "You never smoked before?"
Shaking your head out of embarrassment. He laughed lightly before patting the seat next to him. Well not really a seat, since they were seated on top of a car.
Music playing from inside the car, Nami already started making out with the dude next to her and you felt out of place until the guy placed his arm next to your waist, just lightly touching it.
"You wanna try some?" He asked and you looked him in his eyes, realising how attractive this guy is.
Not Ran level attractive but—
Stop thinking about Ran. He's a douche. Focus on this guy right here.
You nodded and shifted to face him. He grabbed your chin lightly, lifting it up. "Pick 1 or 2."
You tilted your head confused, but chose a number anyway. "2."
He nodded, taking a hit of the blunt before tighenting his grip on your chin and leaning down. You were so dumb, you thought he was going to kiss you, so you prepared for a kiss until you were met with smoke blowing down your throat, causing you to pull back and cough.
He started to laugh, "Sorry baby, should've explained what I was doing first huh?"
"Yeah you should've." You said between coughs.
"Want to try again?" He asked, holding it up now. You nodded again, now prepared with the situation. It went better this time to be honest, although the burn in your throat make you cough slightly but it was managable.
20 minutes went by and you were already high. You rested your head on the dude who's name you didn't even knows shoulder as Nami struck up conversation with the other guys.
There was around 5 guys there. You and Nami being the only girls but for some reason you weren't intimadated or scared that they would do anything to do.
Maybe it was the drugs.
Nami was sat on the lap of one guy as they sat on the car hood. But you and the other dude were sat on the car roof, on top of everybody.
He turned to face you, seeing how dazed you were right now and smiled. You looked so cute.
"What's your name baby?" He asked and you mumbled, "[Y/N]" whilst smiling like an idiot.
"My name is Sanosuke." You didn't respond verbally, but nodded. He was amused seeing you this fucked out only after a few hits. He had this weird protectiveness over you already and he only just found out your name.
Nami's phone buzzed once, then twice then three times, but she ignored it. Until she started to get spammed with phone calls. The dude behind her started to get annoyed and grabbed her phone, telling her to answer it.
She sighed, since she was mid conversation with his friends but answered the phone regardless. "Nami Kamo here, how can I assist youuuuuuuu!" She giggled confusing Rindou on the other line.
"Are you fucking high?"
"Yup!"
Rindou face-palmed, "Where the fuck are you? We told you to stay in one place!"
"M'gone!" She started laughing even though nothing was remotely funny. "Nami, tell me where you are right now."
"Poof!"
"This bitch," Rindou muttered, "Where is [Y/N]?"
"She's um," Nami looked up to where you were sat on top of the car with Sanosuke, both of you making out passionately. "WOOOO GO [Y/N]!" She cheered out loudly, making you pull aware and glare at her for ruining your moment.
But Sanosuke grabbed your chin and tilted you back to face him, nipping at your lips once again and just like that you both melted into a rhythm.
"She's busy right now hehe," Nami chuckled into the phone, laughing even harder when she heard the face palm Rindou gave himself. "Send me your location right now." Was the last thing he said before hanging up.
Nami sent him the location and not long after, Rindou arrived with Ran and Koko. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me." Ran said as he saw you passionately making out with the dude Ran hates the most.
Sanosuke was the commando unit of the active gang associated with Kantou Manji. Ran and Sanosuke met in juvie back in 2001 and they never got along. Sanosuke and Rindou got along sort of, until they parted ways and joined different gangs.
The whole entire reason that Ran, Koko and Rindou showed up to this fucking festival in the first place was to get information on them and do a drug trade deal which Sanzu was leading.
But the members disappeared and they were no where to be found. Except now they're here, doing the drugs that they were supposed to dealing. The look on Koko's face was priceless. All the money he was supposed to make, down the drain as he watched them all smoke.
Ran walked up over to where Nami was and she cheered when she saw them. "RAN!"
He ignored her and focused on the dude behind her, "You serious right now? Doing the drugs we were supposed to deal?"
The guy shrugged, "Sorry, something came up." He brought his big hands down to Nami's crotch area and started to caress her and she leaned into his touch.
Rindou scoffed, walking over to where she was and dragged her off his lap, ignoring her protests.
You and Sanosuke were too in the moment to realise what was going on as you kept on making out, obliviously. Until Rindou hit the side of the car rapidly, making you both snap out of it and look down. "[Y/N] let's go,"
"I don't wanna," you responded, turning your attention back to Sanosuke, who this time didn't reciprocate. "Wait Rindou? You know [Y/N]?"
If Rindou knew you, then..... Sanosuke's eyes travelled over to Ran himself who was watching Koko scream at the guy for fucking up this drug exchange.
"YO Ran!" Sanosuke yelled out to catch his attention. Ran simply glared up at him from where he was sitting. You accidentally made eye contact with Ran and felt sick again.
Being high for a moment made you forget about your feelings for Ran, but seeing him here right now made you remember what happened with him and that fucking chick.
Once you were sure that Ran was holding eye contact with you, you turned back to face Sanosuke, moving yourself to be on his lap. The sudden movement caught him off guard and he rested his hand on your lower back to stop you from falling off the car.
You reattached your lips together and it wasn't long until he started to melt into the kiss. His grip shifted from your lower back to your hips, holding you firmly in place and Ran watched the entire thing.
His blood was boiling.
As much as he wanted to rip you off of him, he knew he couldn't. What reason did he have to do that?
"You're gonna make out while I'm right here?" Rindou scoffed, "Sanosuke, bring her down, I need to get her home."
Sanosuke made a noise of disagreement as he tilted his head to kiss you at a deeper angle. You let out a soft moan that made him even harder than he already was.
Until the car shook again and Sanosuke finally broke the kiss. "Okay fuck! Fine!" He gently pushed you off him and hopped off the car roof, holding his arms out for you to jump down too.
Once on the ground around, your legs were wobbly and you almost fell, but Sanosuke grabbed you before you could fall. "You good?"
You nodded rapidly even though your vison was blurring. Ran clicked his tongue and tapped Koko on the shoulder who finally stopped shouting at the guy for wasting his money. "Lets go." Ran said gruffly and made his way over to you.
Rindou and Sanosuke were conversing as if you weren't even there and you yawned. The sudden noise making Sanosuke turn to face you, "you tired babe?"
"Babe?" Rindou asked, "you dating?"
Sanosuke ignored him and waited for you to answer. "yeah, I'm sleepy."
"Rindou will take you home okay?" He spoke in such a gentle voice and it made you horny.
"Okay.." you made your way over to Rindou who grabbed your hand to keep you sturdy. "I'll take her to the car," Ran said out of nowhere and your blood was boiling just hearing his voice. You don't know if its the drugs thats making your emotions go haywire but you wanted to punch Ran so bad.
"No." you said glaring up at him. Sanosuke noticed your reaction and looked over to Ran, "You know him?" He asked you and you nodded, looking down.
"I'll get her and Nami, you calm Koko down." Rindou said, leading you and Nami back to the car.
Sanosuke was about to leave until Ran stopped him, "Leave her alone."
Now Sanosuke was amused. A smile on his face as raised his brow, "Or what?"
"Don't fuckin' play with me right now." Ran's voice was serious, "you know what happened the last time we fought."
Sanosuke was almost Ran's height so it gave him some confidence, "She your girlfriend or something?"
"No—"
"Then I don't see why I should back down," Sanosuke shrugged and it made Ran angrier. Sanosuke even had the nerve to rub his bottom lip, where you kissed him, "She's a good kisser."
Ran looked down at his thumb, jealously flooding through him for some strange reason. He didn't even know why he was feeling this way. He doesn't even like you.
Ran backed away walking towards Koko, practically dragging him away from the dude he was yelling at.
Back in the car, you fell asleep as soon as you hit the seat. Nami fell asleep next to you as they drove you back to your apartment. You both had to be carried inside to sober down.
Ran was the one to carry you inside and dropped you on your bed, tucking you in and everything. Similar to Sanosuke, the urge to protect you was over the roof.
***
The next day, you texted the groupchat, asking what the fuck happened yesterday. You were high, but vaguely aware what was going on. You knew you were making out with Sanosuke but you just needed to make sure it wasn't a dream and you really had the most heated make out session of your entire life.
ran: you were blacked out yesterday?
Ran's blood was fuming, if you were, he was going to Sanosuke's house and beating him to a bloody pulp for taking advantage of you.
you: no i wasnt, i knew i made out with this dude called sanosuke
you: and yes it was consentual just wanna make sure i wasn't dreaming
nami: YEAH IT HAPPENED
rindo: it was disgusting to see you make out with my friend
you: your friend???
you: YYOU KNOW HIM?
rindo: yup
you: can i have his number .......................................
ran: fuck no
you: WHA WHY
Ran didn't know why. He just refused to hand it over.
you: GASP
you: is ran ran jealous
ran: tf?
ran: no
you: then gimme his number pls
rindo: -sends number-
you: TY RINNNN
As soon as you got his number, you ran to the living room where Nami was studying and asked for advice. "What do I send him?" You asked her, holding your phone out.
"I don't know! Say hey!"
You typed out hey then waited for his response. It had been a good 30 minutes till he responded back with whos this?
You slapped yourself, you should've introduced yourself first.
you: it's Y/N hiiii
"This is so awkward gosh," Nami sighed.
"I know! I just don't know what to say," You tossed the phone on the couch, waiting for his response.
"At least you're over Ran." Nami said, seeing you go beserk over this new dude.
Oh yeah... about that....
Were you really over him? Or are you just trying to move on and hide your feelings?
"I think I am over him." You said to Nami who sent you a smile, muttering some shit about finally.
sanosuke: oh hey baby
sanosuke: u miss me?
you: pfft no
sanosuke: :(
you: ok maybe i did
You and Sanosuke spent the next few days flirting over text, a part of you wishing it was Ran on the other end of the line, but he has his new girlfriend now.
But at least things were no longer awkward between you and Ran. You could both be in the same room without that awful awkward tension between the two of you.
Ran noticed you smiling at your phone often while texting and his first thought was Sanosuke.
Why was Ran getting so heated over this?
Is it cause he has feelings for you?
Nah.
It's cause you're texting Sanosuke, his enemy.
Yeah, it's totally that, not the first one at all.
"You dating him or what?" Ran said suddenly, making you look up from the phone. "Dating who?"
"Him." He gritted his teeth and pointed to your phone, he couldn't bring himself to say Sanosuke's name.
"Oh, Sanosuke?" You asked with a tilt of your head. "No we aren't dating."
Ran nodded, mouthing cool. Maybe he still had a chance?
Idiot, no he doesn't like you.
***
The next day, you added Sanosuke into the groupchat., since you were oblivious to the fact that him and Ran hate each other.
ran: why the fuck is he here
you: bc hes my friend ran be nice
sanosuke: ew ran
rindo: oh no
nami: whats going on
sanosuke: ran hates me cuz im stealing his precious yn away from him
ran: i dont like her
you: ouch
nami: ouch x2
sanosuke: more for me then
ran: get the fuck out
rindo: stop arguing fucking hell
sanosuke: ran's mad i made out with yn
you: he is?
ran: its just a kiss bro are you a third grader?
nami: you couldn't do it if u tried HAHAHA
ran: say less
Ran went offline one second and the next, there was a knock at your door. You were confused but went and opened it. Ran stood there, and wasted no time attaching his lips to yours.
Your mind was telling you to push him off and run over to Sanosuke, but your body betrayed you, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
He slid his arms down your legs, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he carried you over to your room, dropping you on the bed gently. "Can I?" He asked and you nodded.
You didn't even know what he was asking permission for, you just needed him. Ran left a trail of passionate kisses along your jaw before pulling away to tug your shirt off. You watched in awe as he started to undress you.
Unsure why he's suddenly doing this, you went along with it because you were craving this for so long. You sat up and allowed him to remove your bra, watching you fall back down the mattress, the way your boobs bounced from the contact.
Ran leaned back down, attaching his nipples to yours and you laced your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp gently as he switched nipples, coating them with his spit and biting.
"Ran—fuck." You moaned softly when he sucked on your nipple hard. You never knew how sensitive they were until Ran went down on you.
Making his journey down, he left more kisses along your thighs, taking his time as he marked you up, licking the skin along your thighs before sucking harshly. Hickies forming easily as he finally reached your pussy.
He sat up, removing your underwear and you lifted your hips up to help. He sat with his face between your legs and started to suck on your clit.
You gripped onto his hair, tugging it harshly as he began to flick his tongue along your clit. "Ran...shit— i-" your words were cut short when he stuck his tongue inside your hole, stretching you slightly. Throwing your head back as your body twitched from the intrusion.
Ran hummed and replaced his tongue, with his fingers, inserting it slowly as he began to make out with your clit again. You were grinding your lower body along his face to feel more friction but Ran didn't like that. He removed his fingers and dug his nails into your hips to keep you in place.
Tugging your legs over his shoulders as he dug his face deeper between your legs. You were panting so hard by now, your hands were covering your mouth to lower the noises you were making as he sucked on your clit.
Your body couldn't take it anymore, and betrayed you, coming all over his face. He gave your pussy one more kiss before pulling away, hovering on top of you. You instantly grabbed his face and kissed him, opening your mouth for him to stick his tongue inside.
You sucked on the muscle making him groan in your mouth. You needed him so fucking bad. "Please Ran." You had no clue what you were begging for, but the words left your mouth regardless.
"Please what?" He grinned against your lips, noses touching as he waited for you to finish your sentence.
"Please fuck me..."
"As you wish," you sat back on his knees, removing his hoodie, revealing a black tank top. Your eyes widended seeing the outline of his tattoos on his shoulder. Removing his shirt, your eyes widened even more seeing the ink on his chest. "Oh god."
He smirked at your reaction before hovering over you again, kissing you as he alligned his cock with your entrance. Pushing it in slowly, he swallowed the moan that tried to leave your mouth.
You broke the kiss to moan as he pushed all of himself inside you in a single thrust. "You good?" He asked and you nodded rapidly.
"Use your words baby."
"Yes—Ran please, fuck—move!" You were getting impatient and moaned loudly when he thrusted inside you, pulling out and slamming back inside of you.
"God, you're so fucking tight." He leaned down and kissed you again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, spreading your legs wider for him to go even faster.
It had been so long since you fucked someone, so your body was starved.
"Moaning like— fuck— a whore. Hm? You my cock slut hm?" He spoke through ragged breaths as he could feel himself reaching his climax, but he didn't want to cum yet. It had barely been a minute.
"Yes Ran! M'yours." You moaned, throwing your head back as he went even faster.
"Good, you belong to me, not fuckin," thrust, "Sanosuke." thrust, "Say it."
"All yours Ran," your moans were getting louder as he went even faster. He grabbed your hands and lifted you up, making you straddle him, "Go on, show me how much you want it."
You nodded, placing your arms on his shoulder for balance and started to bounce on him, grinding your hips down when you made contact.
He gripped onto your hips tightly and started to lift you up just to slam you back down again, revelling in the delicious moan that left your lips.
Attaching his lips to your neck, he sucked and licked your skin, biting a bit too hard that blood started to drip. You were too cock hungry to notice as you continued to ride him as if you were getting paid.
Ran came inside you with "Fuck," being his only warning and you stilled as you felt his cum drip down your legs. "Ran..."
"Shit, sorry." He smirked, knowing that his cum was deep inside you and Sanosuke's wasn't.
"Ran." you said while he was cleaning his cum dripping down from your legs.
"Hm?"
"Why did you come and fuck me so suddenly?" Finally snapping back to your senses, you realised this wasn't normal for him to do.
"Cause I got dared." He shrugged as he continued to wipe you down.
....
"The fuck?" You shoved him off you, "are you being for real right now?"
"Yeah, did you not see the groupchat?"
You felt so stupid. You felt hurt and stupid. "Get out,"
"What?"
"I said, get the fuck out." Your voice was stern and harsh, even though you were fighting back tears. "GET OUT"
"Okay damn," he put his clothes back on and slammed your door shut. Once you heard the front door shut, you cried, letting all the tears out. He really used your body for a fucking dare, despire KNOWING you like him.
Does he think your feelings are a fucking joke?
Fuck you Ran Haitani.
****
lmk if u want a part twoooooooooooooooo
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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year
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A TAG GAME?! :O :D !!
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♡ 3 Lovely Ships:
Soukoku (i just think theyre so ✨️silly✨️ & couples that are @ war r my fav so- 🥰) also i recently discovered MANGA soukoku??!?!?! like theyre literally
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EraserMic THIS SHIP HAS BEEN IN MY BRAIN SINCE THE YEAR THE DAMN ANIME CAME OUT, IN THE YEAR OF YOU, OUR CREATOR 2016 I THINK 😭 (sagau ref lol)
IVE LITERALLY CEMENTED THEM SO HARD AS MY GAY DADS THAT I FUCKING FORGOT THEYRE NOT CANON- i get confused when theyre on screen and not more coupley 💀 biggest comfort ship <3
Myself / the near entirety of Genshin Impact Playable Characters LMAOO IM A POLYAMOROUS SL*T IDK WHAT U WANT FROM MEEEE-
♡ First Ship:
Wow, back in ye olden days.. hmm... i wanna say Sasuke/Naruto lmao, I DIDNT REALIZE HUT I HEARD THE WORST NEWS EVER RECENTLY THAT IT WAS ORIGINALLY A BL INSTEAD OF AN ACTION THINGY AND THEY WOULDVE DATED 😭😭
♡ Last Song:
Labour by Paris Paloma! Im so fucking obsessed it just embodies the entirety of Feminine Rage I need- and how hard women work all the fucking time!
(Idk ig this is part of the template but-)
Live, Laugh, Love Hatsune Miku too
@fandangotales lol
♡ Last Movie:
Cocaine Bear!
Kinda cgi gory, mostly gross, sometimes i gagged 😭, watched it in theaters and it was so hilarious tho, the dialogue was like, super natural too! Like realistic jokes i would make in those situations lmao
Hope i can write dialogue that natural one day :O
♡ Currently Reading:
The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System!
I fucking love this light novel (AND ITS ARTIST?! I SAW IT IN A BOOKSTORE AFTER KNOWINF THEM OFF TWITTER AND WAS IN SHOCK-)
♡ Currently Watching:
Bungou Stray Dogs & Saving 80,000 Gold In Another World For My Retirement!
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self-written-god · 5 months
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G | 916 | m/m vampire/werewolf finally some monster on monster action | fantasy | drugged flirting, pre relationship, d/s dynamics hinted
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It's embarrassing. What kind of respectable vampire chips his fucking fangs? He lies to himself that maybe no one will notice, that it's not that bad. But fangs were a vamp's most noticeable feature, they were their pride and any blemish was commented on by his so-called best friends constantly.
So he sucked it up and went to the only dentist in the state who specialized in monster teeth. 
The business was in no way illegal but also wasn’t regulated in any way, so he found himself under the ground level of some back alley building, greeted by a bulky half-orc and an ‘interspecies peace zone’ sign. 
Inside there is a fairly insane-looking guy with thick glasses, scribbling something down. In front of him, sitting sideways on the dentist chair, is a werewolf, holding his cheek. His nose moves and he turns towards him, instantly twisting his face into a scowl. 
It quickly drops, the wolf letting out a pained whimper instead. 
“Awww, somebody got a cavity?” he cooed meanly. The wolf glared.
“Ah, Mr. Lee. Haven’t you chipped your fang opening a wine bottle?”
If there was any blood in him, he would go pink with embarrassment. 
“What about doctor confidentiality?!” he asks, while the wolf snickers. 
“There’s none,” the dentist shrugs. “I work on the fringes of law, so I make my own rules. One of them being my patients acting civil to each other. Respect that or find another doctor.”
He doesn’t answer, he just sits down on a vacant chair and waits for the two to finish their transaction. After the wolf pays though, he doesn’t leave. He sits down next to him, while the dentist motions him to take his place. 
“Is he gonna watch?”
“Yep. Gotta wait for the anaesthesia to wear down.”
“But-!” he cuts himself off under the doctor’s murderous gaze. He should have gone to medical school himself. To be a vampire and be overpowered by a medical professional. Unthinkable. 
He lets the mortal put his fingers in his mouth while a werewolf watches. The most mortifying time of his life.
The doctor hums as he studies his fangs. 
“I’ll give you a temporary filling but after taking a cast of your teeth. Until we fix your teeth with proper acrylic, no biting because the filling isn’t strong enough for that. It should be ready in a couple of days though, so no worries.”
The vampire hums an affirmative, mouth still full of dental tools.
After that, even more weird stuff gets placed there, like some artificially smelling pink cream, used for the cast. After that, a piece of clay to form the missing tip of his fang. 
He pays a lot, but he can afford it, and it’s worth not listening to his friends laugh anymore.
“Do you remember what to do?”
“No biting, brush gently, be back in two days.”
“Great. Now please take Mr. Blum on your way out, I’m closing up.”
“What?!” his head whips to the chair in the corner, where the werewolf is still sitting.
“He told me he reacts badly to anaesthesia but I didn’t expect it to be this bad,” the man explains with a shrug. “Just call him a taxi or something,” he waves his hand dismissively.
Lee gapes. But the doctor doesn’t seem to give him any attention, and the half-orc enters the room, giving him the stink-eye, so he grabs the werewolve’s elbow and drags him outside.
“Okay, Mr. Blum, where do you live?” he asks, straightening him up since he’s a bit wobbly on his legs. He looks around to see the nearest place to grab a taxi, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he looks down. A pair of puppy dog eyes is looking up at him, big and sparkly. The waning moon is reflected in them.
Dumbass probably was too drained after the full moon to fight the chemical haze.
“Dude?” 
The werewolf sighs.
“You vampires are so pretty…” 
For a second he’s so taken aback he’s frozen speechless. Then, he scoffs. 
“Okay, if you don’t tell me where you live, I’m just going to drop you here.”
The wolf seems to be deciphering his words for a very long time, and he’s about to drop him here and there, when he finally gets an answer, along with a giggle.
“16 Mirkwood Lane,” he says, slurring just a bit. “Will you come in?” 
The question was bad, but the eyebrow waggle was too much. He drops the werewolf on the pavement, letting him wobble against the nearest lamp pole.
He makes only a couple steps away when the night is pierced by a howl.
“Shit, fuck, fuck, shit!” he hurries back to the werewolf, covering his mouth with his hands. “Shut up!”
“Give me your number.”
He blinks.
“What?”
The werewolf inhales again.
“Fine, fine!” he hurries to cover his mouth again. “Whatever, just, shut up!”
He whips out his business card (of course he has one, he’s cultured) and hands it to the werewolf. “Here. Now, you’re gonna get in the cab, I’ll see you walk into your house, and you can call me when you sober up, no sooner,” he instructs, dragging him forward and waving to a taxi driver who stopped for a smoke.
“Yes, sir.” 
The voice is smaller than before, and when he looks down the puppy eyes are even bigger, shinier. Guess he let his dominant side out too much.
This is what he gets for drinking alcohol. 
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wingsyouburn · 7 months
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Apple, peach, mango, and avocado for Danger!!! 💕
YASSSSS LET'S DO SOME WORLDBUILDING FOR DANGER!!
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🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else? The freedom to be who they are, without judgment. Full stop. If someone can't accept that, then Danger will boot them right the fuck out of their life. No, they don't care if they're "family."
🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly? Danger is very much an "acts of service" kind of friend. They're the first one to cover your shift at work, show up with ice cream when you're going through a breakup, and to slash your ex's tires if they make you cry. Deep down they worry that, if they can't prove that they're useful and needed, they'll be abandoned again, so they work hard to prove themself worthy of friendship. Danger also matches energy with energy, so... if you're an asshole, they're not going to be kind back. No, they don't feel bad about it either.
🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites? Neon colors. Bright. Think like a bird of paradise - Danger never wants to blend in and follow the status quo. Hence why their style changes from day to day, because they aren't predictable, ever.
Their actual favorite color is green.
🥑 [AVOCADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad? Forgiving someone who's shamed them, asked them to change, or to hide who they are or who they love. Danger doesn't "do" forgiveness. Nor should they apologize for living the life they choose. Even if you are paying their bills and sleeping in their bed, you might get to have an opinion, but you will never get to make that decision for them.
Also, death before decaf, stop putting whipped cream on oatmilk drinks, and for fuck's sake, if you put half a bottle of caramel drizzle into your frozen "coffee," you're going to get diabetes and Danger's charging you extra for it.
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bomberqueen17 · 2 years
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tired
so I went in to work briefly on Monday, and with the manager’s approval, brought home a VCR and the little digitizing machine, and several boxes of VHS tapes that were waiting for me to get to them this week. So i’m running VHS transfer orders, which ties me to the kitchen table. But that’s fine because I also am doing all the cooking and all the dishes and all the cleaning-- the kitchen had not been cleaned in the week during which I was away either, so there’s a lot-- and so I’ve been tied to the kitchen all day anyway.
I also did a huge grocery shopping trip, since I tested negative for COVID again but who knows if that’ll last, and there’s fucking nothing in the house. Like I picked up a few things at the farm but all the staples I rely on, we’ve run low on stock and Dude does all the grocery shopping and is fucking allergic to the concept of stocking up. He will buy whatever is on the list, but he won’t like, use the last jar of pasta sauce, think to himself “we use this in unplanned meals all the time and it’s shelf-stable, I should get more”. No, it’s when it’s fallen to me to save the day by coming up with a meal when we’ve got nothing planned, and I’m like I know, spaghetti, and he’s like oh I used up the sauce and we have no more.
BUY MORE
anyway. I did make a list of Always Check If We Have This And If Not, Buy It a while ago, and he’s good about that, but there always wind up being things like.... spaghetti... blease why don’t we have any spaghetti in this house a box is shelf-stable for like ten years just buy more of it if you don’t know if we have any.
Anyhow. I went to two different grocery stores and dropped three figures at each one, which didn’t feel great, but now we Have Shit, so if i get sick too and we can’t leave the house, we can have food.
(Do we have local friends who could shop for us? You’d think so, but Dude never speaks to any of his family, not for any reason, but he doesn’t, so there’s nobody we’re on the kind of terms of “hey we both have COVID, can you run to Wegmans and get these five things for us?” Nope! Sigh.)
So, anyway, I’ve done about two hours’ worth of shopping, two hours’ worth of dishes and cleaning, an hour of laundry, and six hours’ worth of video transfers.
And I cooked three meals. And the last one looked like this:
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Someone said “breakfast for dinner” and I was seized by a Sudden Mighty Need for waffles, so I made waffles and breakfast sausage, and topped it with whipped cream from a can and some fresh strawberries and some frozen blueberries because i deserve that.
But the thing that’s really getting to me is that I’m lonely.
I got Dude isolated in the spare bedroom, which has a back door that goes out onto the sunporch out back, which acts as our summertime living room. So he’s there, it’s comfortable, he has a bed, a desk, a couch, and a table, it’s right next to the bathroom so he doesn’t have to walk past me, and he’s fully 100% isolated from the kitchen so I can do all that work in there without needing to wear a mask.
But it means I can’t see him or hear him. And it means I can’t talk to him. We did a video chat at one point, but his throat is so sore he can’t really speak. And mostly when we hang out, we hang out quietly, just next to each other on the couch, and he’ll show me videos and things, and I’ll read him things I find that are funny. It’s hard to do that over video chat.
Last week was my week away from him. Next week will be my week away from him. This week, it sucks to have him locked away in a different room and we can’t see or hear each other. It’s a lot! And I hate it. And I’m getting annoyed and tired, always doing the cooking and the cleaning and the shopping, and just carrying him a tray of food and getting back a tray of dishes left on the hallway floor. it gets old. It’s sad. and I’m just.
Well I’m tired.
But I don’t have the plague so I guess I’ll take it. :/
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julieforeman · 2 years
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WHO: Julie & @evienotnicks​
WHAT: Just a normal day !!! Just grocery shopping !!! Nothing weird !!!
WHERE: Melvald’s 
Julie wasn’t usually the Foreman assigned to grocery shopping duty. Typically, that was her mom, although Julie had briefly taken it over for one summer in high school. The summer where a trip to Melvald’s meant seeing, and subsequently making out with, Evie. Nowadays, she tried to avoid the store when possible to avoid any nostalgic memories of a summer fling from long ago. There was the parking lot where they had hooked up in Julie’s car, or the candy aisle where they had held hands for the first time. Any sight of the supply closet was sure to send Julie into a meltdown, thinking about how close she’d been to confessing how much she liked Evie inside. 
Unfortunately for Julie, her mother was busy with a wine and cheese night with some of her friends from the neighborhood today, and had asked her eldest child to run errands for her. She hadn’t said no. Instead, she’d taken the list from her mom and borrowed Jack’s car again to get her there. Currently, she was wondering the aisles, lazily pushing her shopping cart and occasionally tossing an item her mom wanted into it. Snapping her bubblegum, Julie rounded the corner of the frozen food section only to come face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again. Evie Melvald. Trying to back out of the aisle as subtly as possible, Julie accidentally caught the edge of a display with the back of her cart, causing an arrangement of ice cream toppings to clatter to the ground. “Mother fucker,” She swore before she could stop herself, ducking immediately to pick up a can of whipped cream as it began to roll away. Well, fuck. Guess there was no hiding now. “Evie,” Julie greeted as evenly as she could, voice tighter than usual as she tried to pick up as much shit as she could as quickly as possible. Get out, get out, get out. “Hi.” 
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celestialking · 2 years
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Now I'm kinda curious, do you have any you can share with the class? 👀
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Dude it's so insane and weird. But sure. And also these were good days so I didn't have any night mares but yeah I have two or 3 I can explain
I'll do one for right now cause it's a bit long. I don't think I've explained this one. Also like idk what's going on here lol. Just a random odd dream. If you wanna hear the other two I can explain those as well
Dream:
The dream started off with me in the living room doing something on the TV, it's night outside and I notice the front door is open. So I ask my sister to shut the door. She gets up stands in the doorway and goes
"I see someone out there"
Mind you it's pitch black out there. I started shaking my head saying. "No you don't. No you fucking don't. Shut that door," we end up arguing so I stand behind her and point out into the pitch black. "See? There's no one out there,"
She points across the street and the neighbors and we see them digging around in their garden. There's only one streetlight on the street and it's the one by their house.
The neighbor stands up and starts walking up the drive way. I notice they're limping so I call out
"Hey are you okay?" No answer.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Still no answer.
Of course out of impulse I say "nvm fuck you,"
We watch the neighbor go inside and my sister stand there for a moment. I say "okay now we can close the door,"
she's still standing frozen. And says "there's something out there," of course my head whips to look at her.
"Now wait a minute. I don't like how we changed from someone to something, let's just shut the door,"
Somehow I get outside and I'm now standing in the middle of the street with my arms open gesturing around me. "See there's nothing out here, no one,"
As I'm looking around I notice faintly down the street I see a woman walking. I don't say anything but once she gets closer she starts running and screaming.
I'm still completely lost and confused. But I let her get to me and she grabs my arm and is still screaming.
"Ma'am are you ok?"
"HES COMING"
"who's coming?"
"DREAM. DREAM IS COMING,"
Then she runs off and hides in a bush. I faintly remember seeing the news earlier about how a serial killer named Dream has been like terrorizing towns nearby.
I was like "shit guess I better hide too,"
So I hide in the bushes too like a dumbass 🥰
And then I hear "I know you're there,"
Couple more steps. Something metal. Then I get snatched by the white vans ankle and yanked out of the bush it's Dream.
And then I chose to wake up then cause I was terrified what might happen next. I thinkni had that dream cause I had been reading too much of like c!dream stuff lmaooo. Also I remember stuff about that dream in scary detail.
The women had a long blonde ponytail and was wearing a white shirt with high waisted shorts. Like workout gear stuff. The house across the street was a two story cream colored house with a brown roof. The garage was on the left side of the house. Detailssss
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Buttermilk Pie with Cornmeal Crust - 4 Stars
Vegetarian
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So this pie would be otherwise be 5 stars. The experience of eating this pie is divine. The filling is creamy but with a tang, and the lemony flavor that mingles with the custard makes this the perfect blend of sharp and smooth. It's fantastic. It would be easily my new favorite pie to make, except for...
...the damn cornmeal crust. Fuck this crust. I know what cornmeal is about. It's about that extra toothsome crunch, so that's what should be in this crust, correct? Somewhat! But nowhere near as crunchy as it should be. Even Boyfriend, who lives for the crust and crust alone, said this wasn't worth making.
What it is is irritating. It crumbles before you roll it, and when you roll it it sticks to the board no matter how thoroughly you flour it. Picking it up to place it in the pie dish? Forget about it.
Oh, and when Angie tells you to split this dough in two and save the other half for a different use later? It's a dirty fucking lie. Angie. What are you thinking? You have given me a recipe for pie crust that yields too much dough, yet just too little when split in half. I split it in half and it was so thin I thought it was going to snap after it baked. It was so thin the custard was about to burst out of it like last year's jeans. Don't listen to Angie -- make the whole recipe and roll out as much dough as needed for your pie. If you have scraps make like a cupcake pie or something, idk.
I have made far better crusts than this, and if you have your favorite go to pie crust, use that instead of this.
Ingredients for the crust:
1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
1/3 cup yellow cornmeal
3 tbsp sugar
1/2 tsp salt
8 tbsp cold, unsalted butter, cut into 1/2 inch cubes
1/4 cold vegetable shortening, cut into pieces
3 to 6 tbsp ice water
Ingredients for the filling:
1 1/2 cups sugar
8 tbsp (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
3 large eggs, separated into whites and yolks
3 tbsp all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 cups buttermilk
Finely grated zest of one lemon
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice
Whipped cream and/or fresh fruit, for serving
Make the crust: Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the flour, cornmeal, sugar and salt. Add the cold butter and shortening cubes and, using a pastry cutter or two butter knives, blend together until the mixture resembles oatmeal. Sprinkle 3 tablespoons of ice water over the mixture and knead it for or five times to form a rough ball. Try not to overknead, but if the dough isn't coming together, add a little more water, 1 tablespoon at a time.
Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and divide it into tow balls. Shape one ball into a thick disk, wrap in plastic wrap and chill for at least 1 hour. (The other ball of dough can be reserved or frozen for another use.) [Remember what I said earlier? This is a dirty fucking lie! Just use as much dough as you need and figure out what you need to do with the extra.]
Remove the dough from the refrigerator and let it sit at room temperature for about 10 minutes. Working on a floured surface, gently roll the dough out into a circle that is about 1/2 inch thick and 10 inches across. Carefully transfer the dough to a pie dish, leaving about 1/2 hanging over the rim. Crip the edges with your fingers or with the back of a fork to make a decorate edge. Prick the bottom of the pie rust with a fork and place the crust in the oven to par bake until lightly golden, about 15 minutes. Remove and set aside while you mix the filling.
Make the filling: Lower the oven temperature to 325 degrees. Using an electric hand mixer, cream the sugar and butter together in a medium bowl until creamy and pale. Add the egg yolks one at time, mixing well after each addition. Add the flour and salt and mix together. Add the buttermilk, lemon zest and juice and mix until incorporated. In a separate bowl, whip the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Fold the egg whites into the filling.
Pour the filling into the prepared pie crust and place the dish on the center rack of the oven. Bake until the custard is set and the top is golden brown, about 1 hour. Let the pie cool ands serve with fresh whipped cream, fresh fruit or both.
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flumphulous · 1 year
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DUDE,, I did miss your shower pics, but- you could always just send them tooo meeee?? ^^
AND UH, yeAh Imma last until at LEAST tomorrow- cuz I said so-- after that,, it's literally up to how my bf feels about Wednesdays- xD
"why is sei so fine though i’m jealous, actually it might be that i want him not that i’m jealous nvm" -it's definitely the latter, man is so pretty~
the milkshake has been made,, i've already had half in like two sips- wtf,,
okay so, it has french vanilla frozen yogurt, butterscotch, cold coffee, and some ice cuz the ice cream was kinda soft AND HOT DAMN IT IS SO FUCKING GOOD,,, i forgot to get whipped cream or any ~cool~ decorative things- but it is very yumyumyummy
my bf made a dark chocolate one with the same ice cream but we drank his wayy too fast and gets brain freezes (unlike myself) and now he feels sick,, soooo- i win?? I'M KIDDING,, I LOVE HIM AND I'M MAKING SURE NOT TO HUG HIM TOO HARD UHBSBDGJNK
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--can you tell who's phone I used to take this??? that's right, my SHitTY AsS pHONe- T~T
ummm, also more photos with my bf's phone cuz I kept getting distracted- xD
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right right hehe. not through discord though, I have snooping relatives and people 😒
I don’t think you’ll last though, just sayin’ (ok maybe it’s just my poor self control and I don’t wanna admit the fact that as soon as i’m horny I immediately wanna fuck something, yeah i’m coping then-)
BUT IKR HES SO- he’s so… he.. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
✨feel my pain of the brain freeze and delicious ass milkshake✨ I haven’t had one in almost a week i’m gonna sob- I NEED ONE NOW, actually wait my stomach is already upset 😔
I love the milkshake pic lmao 😭 ngl I don’t wanna show the shower pic because your camera is just as bad as mine-
AhhHhHhHh BUT DAMNN lOoKINg fineeee in the fridge 😏/j
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