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Fluent Freshman - Part 16
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Sweeties is very busy tonight but they get a table relatively quickly. He sees some people looking at their group all dressed in the ‘required’ attire for going out to Eden’s and reminds himself that maybe it’s for the best that people remember him tonight. It MAY help the police find his body in a shallow grave somewhere if they can piece together his last few hours.
Nicky stops by the salad bar and grabs three packs of crackers. He hands one pack to FF who just stares blankly at it before shrugging and figuring his stomach needs something so he opens the pack and just eats the crackers.
Nicky looks at him with an abundance of fondness that he doesn’t understand but shakes his head and hands a laminated menu over to him to order dinner from. “I know you’re not drinking but you still gotta take your meds before we leave.” Nicky reminds and FF nods. He reaches into his pocket to confirm that they’re there and feels something cheap and plastic.
Oh god, he forgot to take his Happy Meal Toy out of his pocket. No one needs to know that.
He shoves his hand into his other jacket pocket and the sandwich baggy with his single dose for his Ulcer is right there.
He starts to look at the menu when he realizes that everyone else already knows what they’re going to order since they apparently come here regularly. He tries his best to never be a regular at any place where they can see him and repeat his order back to him (Hello CVS girl, yes thank you for holding some Pepto for him. No he is very brand loyal and would not like to try Tums thank you.)
FF stands behind the art of the panic pick.
He has cultivated this ability over his many years of panicking. He can look at a menu and pick an item that might not be the thing he most wants on that menu it is something that he can eat or drink. Then while he has that pick queued up and ready to fly if a member of the waitstaff comes over before he’s actually read what’s on offer he has his panic pick.
A place like this has GOT to have a burger.
He finds it under the sandwich section easily enough and now he has his panic pick as he peruses the rest of the menu.
The waitress comes far faster than he had anticipated and slams waters down at each of their spots. “What can I get you?” She asks and before anyone says anything Nicky and Aaron slide over the two packets of crackers that she takes before looking at the empty packet in front of FF, “Just two?” She asks.
WHAT KIND OF CODE IS THIS?
“Just two.” Nicky says grabbing his trash and handing it over to her.
She shrugs, “Anything else on the menu I can get you boys?” She asks.
They all make their orders and Nicky, bravely, steps in to remind him he likes his burgers well done when the waitress asks.
“Sorry, I should have warned you.” Nicky laughs bumping his shoulder against FF’s “This place has this stuff called cracker dust, it gets you high but it’s not addictive.” He says.
Every single 80’s PSA goes off in FF’s head all at once.
NICKY “FLIPS TURTLES BACK ONTO THEIR FEET” HEMMICK DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HOW THE ‘JUST SAY NO’ ADS HAD SAID HE WOULD.
There’s not a trench coat! He wasn’t even wearing a hoodie with the hood up! There’s no sunglasses! Nicky had given him a baggie for his ulcer meds but IT WAS A SANDWICH BAG.
“I see.” He says out loud.
“Do you wanna try some.” Aaron asks. He double checks and yeah Aaron is still in the same club clothes he had left the house with. He has on a hoodie but the hood is down.
He does as any 80’s teen sitcom protagonist does by the end of the episode.
“No thank you.”
He thinks Mr. T would be happy that he said No. That ad had been especially nerve wracking as a kid when Mr. T ‘shakes some sense’ into the camera.
“Alright, no worries. Neil and Andrew don’t do any either.” Nicky says quickly.
The drugs come with the food and Nicky and Aaron pocket them before handing over cash to the waitress who just counts it right there. He focuses on digging into his burger and realizes it has jalapeños on it but Nicky volunteers to eat them with his nachos and lets the conversation weave around him as he polishes off his burger and takes his ulcer meds. “Oh cool, hand me the bag so I can keep our stuff in there.” Nicky makes a grabbing motion with his hands and FF just hands it over.
He zones out as he eats his fries. He wonders if Great Gran is upset watching him or if she’s happy that he said no to drugs. Maybe he should have said yes, then he could at least be blasted out of his mind when Andrew dragged him to the basement.
Well, it’s too late now.
The waitress comes and clears out their plates but picks up her notepad and pen again. “So, what ice cream do you boys want tonight?” She asks and looks straight at FF.
But FF is prepared.
Ice cream places are easy. His panic pick is a given, it’s Vanilla. Every ice cream joint has it so he barely even notices how his heart rate kicks up to 190 BPM and his palms grow instantly sweaty.
“Vanilla.”
“Sorry Hun, we’re fresh out.”
OH GOD. QUICK, SAY SOMETHING ELSE.
“Surprise me.”
NO YOU IDIOT SAY CHOCOLATE.
“Surprise you?”
RETRACT, IT’S NOT TOO LATE.
“Yeah. Surprise me.” He repeats and he can FEEL Nicky vibrating with laughter next to him.
“Alright Hun, I’ll surprise you.” She winks at him and he blinks back at her.
The rest of the table all order (They’re all normal people who order strawberry (neil), the special with chocolate (Nicky), Lemon Sorbet (Aaron), and Brownie Fudge (Andrew).
“Surprise me.” Nicky whispers to him.
“I panicked.” He whispers back.
“Yeah obviously.” Nicky snorts but pats him, “It’s fine. The worst is you might end up with Pistachio or something.” He pats FF on the back.
FF likes Pistachio and the world loves to make FF suffer.
“Here you go hun. We just got this in, it’s Mango.” She says setting down two scoops of a bright orange ice cream down in front of him, “With a little surprise.” She winks again as she sets the other ice cream down.
They all get started.
Why is the Ice Cream kind of spicy?
He eventually puzzles out that the waitress has served him a Mango and some kind of pepper (probably habanero) ice cream. She smiles when he thanks her for the surprise, tries not to let it show how much the spice is KILLING his stomach let alone the acid of the mango.
Andrew has his eyes narrowed on him and he’s sure the man doesn’t want him to make a scene at a place that seems to be a frequent haunt for the family. So he eats every last bite and ignores how his lips tingle.
“Ohhh it must have been good. Maybe we should get you her number.” Nicky says looking at his empty bowl.
“No, I’m good.” She was pretty but considering the acid currently swirling in his stomach she probably thought he was an asshole for asking for her to ‘surprise him’. Even if that wasn’t the case, what if she thought it’d be cute to serve him this spicy ice cream as a cute couple thing? His stomach can’t take that.
“Aw man you’re no fun.” Nicky pouts.
They pay for their meals and the waitress hands him his receipt with a wink. He nods back at her before shoving the receipt into his pocket next to the Megamind toy. “Have a good night.” He says.
“You too Hun.” She says.
They head out for Eden’s and in a way the ice cream is a blessing because his stomach hurts enough that he barely even notices his anxiety about being at the place where Andrew most certainly is going to stab him at least once by the end of the night.
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#fluent freshman au#I swear they're going to be at Eden's next time#The Ice Cream discourse made me laugh enough that I ended up writing about Sweetie's instead lol#The majority of you looked at my boy and saw Vanilla and you are not wrong#The Waitress: Marge those boys brought someone new and he's funny. He told me to surprise him for the ice cream flavor.#Marge (manager): Well what are you going to surprise him with?#The Waitress: Well he got the burger with Jalapenos so he must like spice. We got that new flavor in right? Can I dig into early?#Marge (Manager): sure#Andrew watching Nicky and Neil whisper and bump shoulders: I'll definitely show him the Speak Easy once Nicky and Aaron are fucked up#I would like to thank my buddy Kim for helping me workshop the most damaging ice cream flavor to FF#Originally was googling weird ones but truly few could be worse for his tummy#And he left his tried and true pepto at home. This really isn't his night#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#AFTG Fic#AFTG shitpost#my fic#FF - PT. 16
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you ever watch the simpsons and get hit with the human experience being to love things?
#how lisa loves her cats even after they die#how marge loves her kids enough that when bart steals#he mourns his mothers love more than he feels guilty over stealing#the way maggie manages to covay her love even without words#how homer quit his dream job to make sure that his son had things better than he did#the episode where marge is like ''ill smile for the both of us''#im gonna sob
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He knew this was a bad idea, a horrible idea. A potentially illegal idea? Don't ask him, he wasn't a cop - He didn't particularly want to find out regardless. But. The warm huff of his girlfriend’s giggled breath on his hardening length. The flushed expression of the usually stoic man on his blaring phone screen. They almost make him forget about the passing headlights of cars and the dripping pipes puddling on the concrete of the graffitied alleyway.
It all started, Kaveh muses, earlier that night.
The Bumbling bustle of the bar oddly soothes Kaveh's nerves, an all-familiar place with even more familiar people. [Name] and Kaveh went out on the town with Tighnari and Cyno, leaving Alhaitham back at their apartment. He mentioned he had some important thesis he had to work on - Kaveh thinks it was just an excuse to stay out of it. Alahitham was a homebody, a grumpy near agoraphobic man that could live the rest of his life in a hole - And he'd be happy, too. Kaveh and [Name] would probably join him, the pair never wandered far from the aforementioned man. He was their rock, or maybe a boulder, temperamental, shell cracking at every misadventure the pair strung him through. Sometimes though, Alhaitham came out with the sweetest affirmations and it sent Kaveh’s brain barreling down a never-ending flight of stairs.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Kaveh’s phone buzzes on the table, lighting up with a message from his other half.. Or third? If his heart were a pie chart, he’d have a special place for both of his partners. All good things come in threes - or something - Regardless, his boyfriend texted him. And his girlfriend answers.
The ever so punctuated Alhaitham lights up his phone screen with his demands. Kaveh swears his eyes hurt trying to read his texts. He was too inebriated for this, the words swirl into a muddly ball of squiggles. He ought to punch Alhaitham in the mouth.. With his mouth… Maybe later.
“He’s no fun” [Name] pouts, swirling her deteriorating paper straw through her drink, mixing up the once rainbow assortment of liqueur into a muddy, watery red-brown. Kaveh watches his darling [Name] slump over the table, throwing her phone down, nearly knocking over his frozen margarita and whatever bizarre cocktail she decided to order herself. Tighnari gives a soft chuckle from across the table, eyes crunched with a sympathetic smile.
“Knowing him he’s missing you just as much [Name], he’s just not one for places like this, Cyno is the same.” Tighnari’s voice manages to cut through the live band playing away at some classic folk rock song everyone and their father knew. Speaking of; Cyno was nowhere to be seen - Long gone off to the bathroom or the bar.. Archons knows, that man was an enigma. Kaveh wasn’t sure he even existed in the first place, was Cyno real?
The ping on Tighnari’s phone nearly scares him. He shall appear Kaveh half recites in his head with an outward snort. He watches Tighnari with sleepy eyes, cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. The aformentioned man opens his phone with his thumb. He widens his eyes comically, quickly pressing the off button on the side of the device, nearly dropping it onto the table in his haste. [Name] squints at him from the table top, lips pursed and an eyebrow cocked. Tighnari clears his throat.
“Ah- Cyno messaged- He’s waiting for me in the bathro- uh I m-mean the back.. Room.. door- the back door! Cyno’s ready to leave.. I’ll see you guys around? G-Get home safe!” Tighnari stumbles of of his stool, most definitely not making his way towards the exit of the building. Kaveh blinks, sipping his frozen marg that was not-so-frozen anymore - Alright then. He side eyes his girlfriend, giving her a look - Are you seeing this?
“They’re gonna fuck” [Name] falls into a pit full of giggles, wrapping her lips around her straw, drinking up the watery thing this place called a cocktail. At least someone said it.
“I couldn't have said it more eloquently myself..” Kaveh says, sipping into the last ounce of liquid in his glass with a bubble of his straw. Mm tequila. Yuck.
“I’ll be back in a sec, Kaveyy~ Gotta go bathroom..” [Name] hops off of her stool and disappears into the crowd. Kaveh sighs, blinking his way back into the land of the sober. He nurtures her drink with the instinct of a mother pigeon, fending for her young in the big bad city. No harm shall come to this watered down mystery juice, not on his watch. He feels the burn of alcohol in his cheeks, the subtle sway of his body as he sits and stares. Much like going to the bathroom at a house party, stuck alone for a second to really take in just how drunk you feel. The horrible feeling is quick to dissipate when [Name] comes weaving through the crowd, back over to their little table. She had a quirk about her, a sly look in her eye, twitch on her lip.
“Welcome back,” Kaveh hands her, her drink. She graciously takes it with a sweet kiss to his cheek, staining his face with her lipstick. Kaveh gets awfully suspicious when she pulls out her phone, pressing her face to his own and snapping a cute selfie, sticky lipstick stain on full show. She pulls back with a giggle, grinning down at her screen nearly pressing it to her nose. Kaveh doesn't have to inquire, she’s quick to let him in on her mischief.
“‘Nari and Cyno gave me an idea~” [Name’s] eyes looked far too awake for the time of night. Kaveh cocks a brow, squinting at her phone screen as she swipes between her gallery pictures. He sees her in all her glory, somehow managing to look absolutely insatiable in the dingy bar bathroom. Tiny dress slipped half off, pretty lips parted with her tongue poking out just enough, a dangerous glint in her eyes. He sucks in a breath, he really shouldn't get so worked up - Like a greasy school boy that caught a glimpse of a teacher's underskirt. Not that he ever did that. He ignores how his pants grow a little tighter.
“You went to the bathroom to take nudes?” He reaches for a napkin to wipe his face. [Name] rolls her eyes, sipping the last of her drink.
“Lewds, Kaveh” She earnestly corrects him with a pout, rolling her eyes as if he should have known the difference. Seemed nude enough to him.
“What, you have a secret third partner you're not telling us about?” He teases her. [Name’s] pout grows into a playful scowl, gently shoving his shoulder.
“Yeah, and they’re way prettier than you~” She bites back with a smile, shaking her head and falling into a pit of giggles that Kaveh couldn't help but join in.
“Should I send them?” She leans back in, zooming in and out on the pictures she snapped.
“To your new plaything?” Kaveh smirks. [Name] groans dramatically.
“No- To ‘Haithem. ‘Wanna tease him..” She giggles and nods her head, eyes glinting in mischief. It could be fun, Kaveh muses. He could make a hobby out of getting on Alhaitham’s nerves - Respectfully of course, he still loved him after all.
“Tease him? He won’t be happy when we get back.. Puppy” His voice drops low, eyebrow raised with a cheeky smirk. He notices her visibly shift, mouth turned in a downturned smile, eyes squinting back at him.
“All the better, no?” She comes back at him. Touche. “C’mon, lets go now~” She beckons under his chin, pressing her finger into his skin, lifting his head with a quick flick. If she asked him to get down on his knees and bark, he’d probably do it. Who’s the puppy now - It's Kaveh.
The pair leave the bar and stand on the sidewalk by the building, [Name] eagerly scrolls through her pictures, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her grin. She asks for his opinion, and he opts for something a little more modest, with at least some of her clothes on for imaginative purposes. She rolls her eyes at him, saying Alhaitham couldn't picture the colour green let alone a human. The two come to a compromise, pick one each and send off the cute selfie with her lip stain on Kaveh’s cheek.
Kaveh slips his hand in hers as they begin to make the walk home, not before letting Alhaitham know - With a little treat attached.
Kaveh doesn't even have to press the call button, Alhaitham’s name pops up bright on his screen. [Name] giggles again, hanging off of Kaveh’s arm. He swipes the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Hello, Love” Kaveh, feigns innocence in his voice, flicking his eyes to the little minx next to him.
“Is [Name] with you?” Alhaitham’s voice is ever deadpan through the speaker, the man had a knack for indifference, but Kaveh could see through it every time.
“Of course-” Kaveh starts before being hastily cut off.
“Good. Put her on please.” He sounds tense. Not the angry I'm about to blow tense. The other tense. Still about to blow - Just in an all new fashion. Kaveh masks a laugh with a sigh, handing over the phone to his other-other half. Third? He hands his phone to [Name].
“Nawhhh ‘Haitham do you miss us?” She opens the call with a sweet voice, swinging Kaveh's arm as they walk the dusky city streets. Kaveh strains to hear Alhaitham's droning voice, crackling through the speaker pressed to his beloved's ear, muffled and illegible. He can only listen to [Name], hearing half of their conversation through her replies- not that she said anything other than; various versions of 'mmhm'.
"Uhuhh~ oh? really?... Yeah..?" Her tone of voice steadily becomes more sultry with every word she speaks. A tingle runs down Kaveh's tummy, right into his groin. Curse the effect this wretched witch - his beloved beautiful girlfriend - Had on his body. He intakes a deep breath of city air, trying to keep vigilant of their surroundings, half purposely ignoring their call to calm the ache in his pants.
“Just can’t wait until we get home, huh..?” [Name] continues, voice suddenly sobered up. For some reason it turns him on more, being half ignored between their heated ministrations. He can only imagine what Alhaitham could be saying, and it riles him up all the more. The anticipation of what's waiting for him at home doesn't help - He knows what Alhaitham is like. If they fuck around, they’ll definitely find out. The consequences will be laid out for them. Regardless of who starts it, Alhaitham ends it.
Kaveh is jolted out of his running thoughts by a tug on his arm. [Name] leads him on with a giggle, down a street or two, right into a secluded passage nestled between two apartment buildings. Kaveh reels his head together, coming to so quick he swears he gives himself whiplash. [Name] presses her glossy lips to his own, pashing him loud and wet right into the receiver of the phone. Kaveh’s head was reeling, crotch most definitely bulging at the seam of his pants. He hears a faint groan through the phone, just as [Name] bites down on his plump lips, eliciting his very own keening noise.
She pulls off of him, lips wet with a sticky string of saliva, still connecting their lips together. He watches it glisten under the dim street light, snapping and joining the slick gloss adorned on her lips. His girl bites at his neck, huffing little giggles as she sinks her teeth into his milky flesh. Gods he can barely keep quiet, whimpering softly, fluttering his pretty carmine eyes closed. There's a scuffle over the line, a sound of fabric shifting through the speaker of the phone.
“Kaveh” There's a sweet whisper in his ear, sending the most delicious shiver down his spine, nearly making his knees weak. He finds the voice, his darling girlfriend, eyes full and swimming with something he was all too familiar with. There's a short beep and a phone is stuffed into his hands, video call on, camera faced to the ground. Alhaitham’s face is on the screen, brows scrunched up, eyes searching the dark picture of the video.
“Make sure I look pretty” [Name] bites her lip with a giggle, trying to mask her cheeky smile. Gods didn't she always, it was near impossible for her not to be. She lowers herself to the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway, hands already easing into the loops of Kaveh’s pants. He's hyper aware of their surroundings - distant chatterings of drunk party goers, the beaming lights of a taxi driving by. His eyes strain at the bright phone screen, nearly fumbling to keep the video steady.
“Watch him.. Make sure he touches himself~” [Name] purs against the bulge in his pants. Alhaitham watches closely as she fumbles with Kaveh’s button, unzipping his pants. She hooks her fingers into his waistband, clenching her palms into the fabric as she pulls them down his frame. Kaveh hisses, feeling the hot pressure of his trousers become replaced by a cool spike of air. [Name] fingers into his briefs on her way down, revealing the soft skin of his groin to the video. With a giggle she fully releases him, his pretty cock slaps into his tummy with a soft noise, leaving a sticky bead of pearlescent pre on his dress shirt. He hears a crackled moan through the phone speaker and his eyes are on Alhaitham. The man bites at his lip, squeezing the base of his thick length, face slowly being overconsumed by a warm red blush.
Kaveh can't decide where to look - Past the phone and down at his pretty girl? Or into the video feed on Alhaitham’s shaky camera angle. He fails to decide when he feels a hot huff of breath on his cock. [Name] kisses at his flushed pink tip, smearing the last of her sticky lip gloss all over his velvety head. Kaveh’s mouth falls open, eyes squinting down at the pretty girl below him. His grip on the side of the phone tightens as he captures her licking her tongue flat on the underside of his length, sending a hot pulse right into Kaveh’s achy cock. He bites back a soft moan, eyes already getting bleary and teary. Gods he was sensitive, and didn't she know it. He eyes Alhaitham’s expression, his lips parted ever so slightly, teeth biting into the side of his cheek. He watches as the usually stoic man breaks ever so delicately. It's something Kaveh had come to absolutely relish.
Kaveh nearly cries, his sensitive tip suddenly engulfed by the pretty girl on her knees, kissing at the back of her eager throat. She swallows around him, gagging hot over his pretty cock, forcing fresh tears to bubble in her eyes. Gods she looked almost pornographic. Mascara already beginning to turn into a black liquid mess under her eyes, threatening to stream down her cheeks. She drools over his cock, taking him back and forth, always swallowing his flushed tip down her warm throat. She eyes the phone camera, raising a brow she pulls off of his length, blowing a cheeky kiss towards Alhaitham.
“Wish you were here~” She mockingly pouts at the man on the phone, eagerly taking Kaveh back down her throat. Kaveh keens out loud, moaning high from his throat with his head tilted back into the rough, graffitied brick wall. Gods she was rough, rougher than she ever was with him, was she teasing them? Showing Alhaitham exactly what he was missing out on? Was this how she took his cock? Rough and dirty and eager - Completely unlike the soft, doting way she wraps her lips around his own cock. Alhaitham crunches his brows, front teeth clenched with his lips parted in a scowl, Kaveh watches him stroke his thick length, the flushed velvet tip barely coming into the frame of the video.
“Makin’ a mess of yourselves in public huh? Trying to tease me? Better not come back here… If you know what's good for you..” Alhaitham’s voice babbles through the phone, playing along with [Name’s] little game. They all knew exactly what would transpire the second they walked through the door. It only eggs [Name] on further. It's her turn to moan, garbling around Kaveh’s long, pretty length as she takes him. She makes a show of sinking down on Kaveh, kissing at the base of his length, pretty eyes gazing up into the camera. Her mascara was running, pooling down her cheeks as she looked up at Alhaitham, purposely going out of her way to show him up. There's that feeling again, the burn in his tummy as he’s caught between their teasing, their little toy to rile each other up.
Gods it's nearly too much, Alhaitham’s eager shake of his shoulder as he jerks himself off, on show for only Kaveh to see. His cock aches and tenses as [Name] takes him down, rocking her whole body into him, suckling at him sweetly before fucking him with her throat. He cant take his eyes off of them, albeit blurred form the little pin pricking tears that well up in the corners of them. He stares through the phone screen, through the little square on the phone, eyes darting between [Name] and Alhaitham.
“[Name]... Haitham- [Na-].. Won't last..!” Kaveh’s hand wobbles, he was quickly certainly becoming the worst cinematographer in the world. [Name] rakes her palms over his cool, milky skin, caressing him with some ounce of her usual softness she leaves for him. A hot shiver runs straight into his groin, he can't help but thrust his hips forward, spearing his tip down her eager throat. She keens around him, swallowing hard on him, taking him deeper and faster his brain could barely keep up.
“Gonna come? Poor baby's gonna come..? Look at what you've done [Name].. Dragging poor Kaveh into your little game..” Alhaitham’s voice mocks them through the phone. That's right.. Poor Kaveh.. All caught up between their silly game. His eyes work double time trying to focus on the two, Alhaitham’s looney expression, slightly pixelated from the horrendous phone reception in the small walls of the corridor. [Name’s] eager expression, lips wrapped around his cock, lead and wet and slobbery. He throws his head back, he couldn't bear to watch them, lest he make a mess of himself.
He feels a hand on him, cupping at his balls, tender and ticklish - He feels himself tense, embarrassed at the man watching and hearing him through the phone, coming close from the pretty girl drooling over his cock. Gods, his brain was running overtime, absolutely reeling at everything it could. The flickering light above them, the headlights that stopped for far too long for his liking, the dripping pipe to his right. The warm engulf of his pretty girlfriend’s mouth around his aching cock, the usually aloof man in his phone, staring right at his groin with his own cock in his hand.
Kaveh’s cheeks burn, his balls ache and cock tenses hard. Gods, he was done for, unable to reel in the spike in his groin. His free hand comes down to his girlfriend’s hair, threading through the strands in an attempt to have her slow down. She manages to giggle, pushing past his attempt and suckling ever so sweetly against his hot tip. Kaveh whines and keens out loud, hiccupping in hot embarrassment, eyes finally allowing the warm tears to streak down his cheeks. He thrusts, he can't help it, giving in to [Name’s] pleasure, taking her mouth with his cock as Alhaitham watches through the camera. God he was sure he would never live this down, but he couldn't care - Not when his sweet girlfriend looks so pretty on his cock, not when Alhaitham chants through the speakers, commanding him to let go, to come for him.
Kaveh throws his head back, knocking his skull into the hard wall. He moans with an open mouth, spit hot on his tongue as his cock twitches hard. He can barely make out a short ‘Cumming-!’ before his sticky mess coasts [Name’s] tongue. He cums thick, milky ropes, whimpering as she suckles sweetly on him, edging all of his sweet, sticky cum out of him. Her tongue rolls over his achy slit, lapping up the pebbling spurts of cum that pulse from his cock.
[Name] makes a cheeky show of lapping at his pretty cockhead, tongue coated in his milky cum, smearing it all over himself. She sticks her tongue out for the camera, for Alhaitham to see, hot and milky, nearly dribbling off of her. She giggles and suckles at his swollen tip, swallowing around his overstimulated cock, earning a hot whine from his throat. [Name] stands from the dirty concrete, knees flushed and covered in a mystery dust. She snatches the phone from Kaveh, pulling him into a filthy, spitty kiss, swapping his creamy mess between them. She makes sure Alhaitham’s watching, peering her eyes to the side, seeing Kaveh’s fucked out, flushed face in the corner square as she kisses into him. Kaveh knew he surely looked a mess, lips swollen and teeth bitten, nose red with blush, eyelashes wet and stuck together. He can't bear to look.
Alhaitham practically growls, surely cumming in his own palm as he watches them swap Kaveh’s sweet, salty mess. He babbles, telling them that they’re filthy, they're in for it, pretty little things couldn't even keep to themselves. No wonder, he can barely keep himself from them regardless. [Name] pulls away first, nipping at Kaveh’s nose before turning to the man on call.
“Muah! Love you Haitham~ See you soon” She cheekily bites her lip, hastily shutting off the video call before the man could even get a word in. she crouches down, helping Kaveh re-dress himself. Oh the shame, he cannot bear to leave the sanctuary that is the dusty alleyway. His tummy flips at the idea of coming home to Alhaitham, maybe he could worm his way out? He was a victim - Just a bystander! The phone buzzes again, and [Name] giggles, shutting off the ringer and taking Kaveh’s hand into her own.
“C’mon~ Haitham is waiting~” She plants a hot kiss to his lips before dragging through the street once again.
“I don't know if I wanna ever see him again after that..” Kaveh pouts dramatically, heart pulsing in anticipation as [Name] punches in their building code. Here goes nothing, he supposes.
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We're truly holding on by a thread here girlies-
Lmk if you enjoyed! Idk how I feel about this one- also idk if I regret making those texts- sksksjsh tumblr wasn't formatting them in like wOrd form how I wanted so I, for some reason created my own lmaoo
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I sat and transcribed the Workin’ Boys programme as Matt Lang intended
Zoey Chambers (Henrietta) is humbled beyond words to be a part of this groundbreaking production. Zoey has been entrancing audiences for years with her portrayal of badass girl-bosses like Sandy from Grease and Fantine form Les Miserables. Zoey would like to thank her brother, Zack, for giving her the acting bug all the way back in the third grade! It’s ironic that Zack thought he was the actor of the family but Zoey would go on to completely overshadow him in every way. Sucks to suck doesn’t it Zachary? Zoey would also like to thank her roommate and fellow cast member, Hailey! Hailey is perfectly cast in her very small and inconsequential part. The role of Marge is just so uniteresting and one dimesntional that it helps mask Hailey’s limited range as an actress, as well as other flaws, such as not being pretty enough to pull off an ingenue. Enjoy show and ||be sure to check out Zoey’s Only Fans for spicy pics, JOIs and other lewd content.
Hailey Dilmore (Marge) is so lucky to be part of the best cast in the world! She has no idea how she managed to worm her way into this talented group of ladies! You may recognised Hailey as Pink Lady from Grease of Disciple #3 from Godspell! Hailey would like to thank her fellow cast member, Zoey Chambers. Zoey has been an inspiration, a mentor, and above all, a friend. She’d also like to thank her parents and her dog, Walter. Also she’d like to apologize to the cast once again for blowing up the bathroom every single day during rehearsal. She’s so sorry she made it stink so bad that everybody had to cross the street to use the toilet in the Bank of America. She really doesn’t know what’s happening to her bowels. She’s going to the doctors after the show closes to get everything sorted out. Enjoy the show!
Ruth Fleming (Secretary #4) is so fucking stoked for her acting debut! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me I mean, her. Ruth ran the lights for her school’s shitty production of The Barbecue Monologues and was also the Assistant Stage Manager for The Wizard of Oz… it sucked. She got bulled and excluded by the whole cast, even thought her job was just as important as theirs. More important actually! Being in the cast is way better! You don’t have to think of an excuse to barge into the dressing room. You can just walk right in! Everyoby takes off their shirts and lets their titties tumble free! It’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen… I mean she’s ever seen. Anyways, Ruth doesn’t wanna thank anybody because nobody ever did anything for her.
Cassandra King (Eve) is elated to be present with you fellow vessels in these freeing moments. Everything has transpired exactly as the light in the sky foretold. Cassie has never been a believer in prophecy or the eternal spaces between… but she’s seen too much to deny their truth now. She no longer fears the visions or the pain that comes with their descent. Pain is the price of knowledge. Pain is the language that unites the children of Azzokish no matter which star they may hail from. Cassie wants to see what lies at the end of the cold half. She’s ready to see the face of the girl screaming in the dark. How did she find herself aboard? And what is the destination of such a significant ship? Is tonight the night Cassie departs? The lights do give no answer. And so she waits for deliverance. Cassie would also like to thank her boyfriend, Chris.
(Note: the spelling of Azzokish could be wrong it was blurry as hell)
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reader & Sevika start as co-stars on a netflix series (fans are shipping them bc their press run chemistry is amazing) and they actually end up together irl? sorry if this is a lot 😭😭
aweeeee
men and minors dni
like imagine before you realize you've got feelings for sevika, your manager keeps asking "is there something going on between you guys?? because i need to know before the press finds out!!"
and you're like what???
because you're starring as co stars in a romantic movie, sure, and sevika's been a celebrity crush of yours for years, but you're both professionals!
and just because you guys have amazing chemistry and have become great friends off set doesn't mean you're in love with each other or anything... right?
and then your manager sends you a youtube link to some fan compilations of you and sevika 'being in love for twenty two minutes straight'
you watch it. clip after clip after clip of you and sevika laughing together and sharing inside jokes and nudging and flirting with each other during press interviews.
at first you just roll your eyes. when the cameras are rolling, you and sevika are working. obviously you guys are acting flirty and couple-y, you're selling a rom com.
but then, ten minutes in, a title card flashes. it reads, 'now for the good stuff.' you blink, and then a cropped and zoomed clip of a red carpet interview of a completely different celebrity pops up.
the audio is just the reporter and actor talking, but in the background with the way the editor's cropped the video, you can clearly see you and sevika at a bar, cheersing then downing tequila shots. sevika takes it like a champ, but she giggles and rubs your back as you suck on your lime and cringe in disgust at her.
the video cuts to another clip. footage from a 'behind the scenes' video following the crew on the set of your movie. again, the video's been cropped to only focus on you and sevika running lines in the background. sevika stumbles over her words and you burst into laughter. she scoffs and punches your shoulder, then quickly rubs it when you pout at her.
the next clip is the same-- you and sevika in the background of some video. except in this one, you're chattering away and sevika's nodding along, and the whole time her eyes are on your lips. when she licks her own lips as you babble, your stomach flips over.
oh shit. you totally like sevika.
your manager almost kills you.
"i told you to tell me if there was something going on between you two!"
"but nothing's going on between us, marge, that's what i'm trying to tell you! i just... you sent me that video and it made me realize that, you know. maybe i wouldn't mind if there was something going on between us." you say.
marge heaves a horribly dramatic sigh down the receiver.
the next time you see sevika, you're stiff and awkward.
she pulls you to the side between interviews.
"what the fuck's goin' on with you?" she asks. you blink at her.
"what?" you ask.
"you're brushing me off. you keep acting all jittery and weird around me. for fuck's sake, you're not even looking at me right now!" she says.
sevika looks really upset. your stomach drops.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel like i'm ignoring you or something." you say, honestly. sevika's anger falls from her face, and all that remains is concern.
"just tell me what's up." she whispers. you gulp.
"i just. i recently realized something that's. less than ideal." you say. sevika blinks at you.
"what?"
"uh. i think i have a crush on you." you admit. sevika blinks again.
"what?!" she asks. you sigh
"i know. i'm sorry, it's unprofessional and gross. i mean. i've always found you attractive, obviously, and we get along great... but i promise i didn't realize i have actual feelings for you until filming wrapped. i swear." you ramble. sevika scoffs and you shrink in on yourself, looking away from her.
she quickly reaches her hand out to grab yours. "no, hey." she says. you blink up at her. "that's not-- i'm not laughing at that." she rushes out. "i'm just laughing because i've been waiting for the press tour to end so i can finally ask you out." she says, a little blush appearing on her cheeks. you gawk at her.
"what?" you say. sevika chuckles.
"that's what i said." she says. you punch her arm.
"are you serious?" you ask. she nods.
you quickly look around. no one's looking at the two of you. your next interviewer is shuffling through their cue cards, your managers are quietly chatting, a few PAs are checking audio meters and wrapping up wires. you look back at a grinning sevika and bite your lip.
"do you want to get dinner after this?" you whisper. she grins.
"yes." she says. "but we probably shouldn't go out with the press and all. i can cook for you?" she asks. you giggle and nod, and then shoot up to press a quick kiss to her lips.
sevika's giving you heart eyes for the rest of the interviews that day.
marge sends you a viral tweet that night-- a clip of you kissing sevika from earlier in the afternoon, taken on a shaky camera phone.
marge's caption is just a series of angry emojis. you giggle. beside you sevika nudges you.
"what's so funny?" she grunts. you show her the clip and she grins. "thank fuck. now i can take you out in public." she says.
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The manager of one of the most illustrious coffee shoppes in London, and a mysterious grumpy businessman (who may or may not be some kind of mob boss).
What could possibly go wrong?! Right....
"Stop looking at him like that, it's creepy!" Margary leaned over, hissing in your ear. Brushing off the unpleasant sensation you leaned back and gave her a dirty look.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Margary!" Grabbing several paper towels, you began furiously wiping up a wet spot on the counter. Folding her arms, she raised a brow and gave you a knowing look.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been staring at him every time he comes in! And don't try to deny it!" Clenching the towels in your hand you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth. She wasn't wrong. Much as you hated to admit it, you'd developed something of a... fascination for the older British gentleman who'd taken to coming in everyday now.
And every morning he ordered the same thing. A plain hot earl gray tea, cream on the side. Then he'd do the same thing, every day. He took his tea and sat in the exact same chair at the exact same table, every day. And every day you watched him shake open the paper. And he sat there for exactly forty-five minutes to the dot. Never a minute more, never a minute less. Then he'd neatly fold and crease his paper, tuck it under his arm, return the empty teacup, and thank you in that clipped accent of his, and he'd walk out the door.
In the weeks he'd been frequenting the shoppe where you managed, you'd exchange a handful of words with the man, and that was a generous estimate at best. And yet, somehow, you'd become fairly well acquainted with the stodgy man.
For starters, he was wealthy. Disgustingly if you had to guess. From the way he dressed to the way he carried himself, he exuded confidence and that old-world charm that seemed to be going rapidly extinct. His appearance was always meticulous.
He didn't dress in a flashy manner, that had you supposing that he was a self-made man who valued his money, and preferred to invest in the quality of his garments rather than simply following whatever was the idiotic trend of the week dictated by the self-proclaimed fashion gods.
In summary, you were besotted.
"I swear, you've got some serious daddy issues, or a major grandpa kink." Margary's voice dragged you out of your thoughts and back to your present reality. Coffee. Strong coffee at that. Your shoppe prided itself on the special blends you brewed. It was rumored that even members of the royal family popped in from time to time, discreetly of course. Tossing the towels in the bin, or trashcan as you'd say back home, you threw Margary a wry grin.
"Maybe it's a little bit of both, Marge." You chuckled at her scowl. You knew she hated that nickname, which was precisely why you continued using it.
"He actually remembered your name today." She teased, bumping your hip playfully as she passed to wipe down the tables.
"Yeah, yeah, big whoop." Rolling your eyes, you opened the cash register to make sure you'd have enough funds to make it through lunch. Business usually tapered off around 12:30, meaning you'd most likely be able to dash to the bank and back without being missed.
Margary hated holding down the fort, but hey, perks of being the manager, right? Flipping through the fives, you were so focused on counting and facing the bills, initially you didn't notice when a customer came to stand in front of the register. He cleared his throat.
"I'll be right with you." You said politely, glancing up absently. Him. Your throat constricted and your grip on the bills tightened. "Mr. Lannister." Your voice sounded a pitch too high even to your ears. Stuffing the bills back into the drawer, you slammed it shut just a bit more forcefully than necessary. A ghost of a smirk crossed his face, but before you could fully appreciate it, his features fell back into their usual passive refrain, and he slid the empty teacup across the counter.
"You're finished early." The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You felt a telltale flush creep up the back of your neck. He did smirk this time. You reached for the teacup, utterly mortified. You weren't supposed to keep tabs on how long customers spent in the shoppe. That was creepy, right?
"Yes, I've unforeseen matters to attend to."
Your heart jumped at that. He was talking to you. Sure, it was vague and a bit cryptic, but Tywin Lannister was actually talking to you. And while his expression remained impassive, something in his eyes told you he wasn't exactly pleased to have his schedule messed up.
That you could understand. As a rule of thumb, you yourself were a creature of habit. If your plans were screwed with, it had the strong potential to through your whole day off.
"Well, I hope it resolves itself." Offering what you hoped was a conciliatorily smile, you placed the teacup in the mess bucket and turned to take it to the dishwasher.
"Oh, just one moment." You turned expectantly. He flipped open his brief case and fished out a book. A very old book from the looks of it. "Here." He held out the book and you took it gingerly. "I recall we were discussing the classics,"
"We were?" You blurted without thinking. Mr. Lannister soured at your outburst. Pursing your lips, you waited for him to continue.
"Perhaps I heard you and your friend discussing it in passing, regardless, I recall you mentioning that you'd never read 'Anna Karinina'. To be quite honest I found such a notion appalling. Most likely the result of the poor education system in the states." Your head span like a dervish under his barrage of words, you hadn't been aware he was even capable of so many. "Nevertheless, that is neither here nor there," He continued, shutting his briefcase. "You now possess a copy, and I expect you to read it." His eyes pierced through you with the order.
"Yes, sir." You murmured, your ears burning under the heat of his gaze.
"You seem intelligent. And an intelligent woman should be well read." He tapped on the cover of the book for emphasis. Your mouth went dry, and you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from his. You were vaguely aware of yourself nodding in agreement. With a final curt nod, he left without so much as a look back.
Looking down at the book, you actually took the time to look at it. A first edition copy of 'Anna Karinina'.
"What did he say? Come on, tell me!" Margary rushed over, animated and full of questions.
"He... gave me this." You gestured to the book and handed it to her without a second thought. The shock of the encounter had left you a little hazy.
"This is a first edition, those aren't cheap!" She looked at you and narrowed her eyes. "What else did he say?"
"I think I need to sit down." The blood rushed to your head, and your knees wobbled. Margary placed the book on the counter and grabbed your arm.
"Easy, girl, come on, easy does it." She pulled out a chair at one of the tables and you sat with a heavy thud. "I observed,"
"You eavesdropped." You looked at her pointedly. Margary huffed.
"I eavesdropped. But I couldn't hear much." She grumbled, tapping her nails on the table. "But I saw how he looked at you."
"How did he look at me?" You squirmed in your seat; not certain you wanted Margary's undoubtedly accurate insight. Somehow it might make it... real... tangible. She leaned forward and looked at you seriously.
"He was practically eye fucking you through the entire conversation." She said with a bit more gravitas than you'd have liked. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you willed your head to stop spinning. "What else did he say?" Her tone was gentler this time, concern shining in her eyes. You sighed heavily and propped your chin in your hand.
"He said I seemed intelligent."
"He's seducing you." She concluded. Your mouth opened and you looked at her as though she'd grown a second head.
"Margary, be serious! A man like Tywin Lannister,"
"My point, exactly." She cut you off, adamantly. "A man like Tywin Lannister, with his reputation, and his well-known disdain for Americans, no offence,"
"None taken." You waived a hand dismissively. "Continue."
"When a man like that starts handing out expensive books and compliments, that's as good as him propositioning you."
"Well, he sure has a funny way of going about seduction, and what do you mean, reputation?" You look up at her before closing your eyes and rubbing your temples.
"You honestly haven't heard the rumors?"
"If I had I wouldn't be asking, would I, Margary." If you'd opened your eyes at that moment, you'd have seen the nasty look she was giving you.
"No need to get snippy with me."
"Sorry." You sighed, dropping your forehead to the table's surface. Placated, she continued.
"He's a terribly mysterious businessman, few people actually know how he makes his money."
"And naturally people imagine the worst and flap their gums."
"Flap their gums?" She blinks, confused. You cracked a small grin.
"Gossip, Margary, gossip."
"Ah, I see. You and your American idioms." She shook her head. "All I'm saying is... tread lightly when dealing with the likes of Tywin Lannister." She reached out and squeezed your hand. Your grin turned wry, and you returned the squeeze before releasing her hand.
"I'll keep that in mind, besides," Pulling away from the table you stood up and shrugged. "What's the likelihood I'll actually end up in his bed?" You both chuckled.
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Only One I See
Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing
Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)
Dunno if I’ll be doing an exhaustive drabble series but there’s at least this. Let me know if you’re enjoying it or not and any thoughts you have. Love you!
“Nothing going on,” Inez nudges you as she stands with her copy of Wuthering Heights, “you’re a terrible liar. And so is the professor.”
“What are you talking about?” You keep your voice low as you shove your book in your bag, “I wish you’d stop.”
“Oh, come on,” she looks around at the dozen other members who showed up that week. You felt a sense of relief at seeing so many, a feeling that mirrored Steve’s, no, Professor’s expression, “we’re sitting here arguing over sexy ghost man and he’s zooot!” She makes a pinch motion with all her fingers, “pinpointed, right on you.”
“N-no,” you sniff, “I didn’t… I didn’t even say much–”
“Exactly,” she hikes her messenger bag onto her shoulder as you zip your pink polka dot backpack, “you don’t have to say anything, little miss brownie.”
“Ew, no, no, he’s…” you glance over at Rogers, another student, Lulu, stands in front of him with her copy of Bronte open. His eyes meet yours and he smiles, tweaking a brow at you, “he’s our professor. He’s…” you step closer to her and hide your whisper behind your hand, “old.”
“Not that old,” she chirps, “come on. He’s what forty? Maybe a few years over, and he’s constantly surrounded by young girls– case and point.”
She tosses another look in his direction and you see how Ainsley leans on him and giggles. He seems slightly bothered as he lets out a deep breath and pats her hand as he coaxes her away, all the while he continues to make his point. You catch a few words, something about Catherine.
“Look around you, sunshine, do you see a single male specimen here?”
“Well,” you pull the straps of your bags up your arms, “Dani is nonbinary so–”
“Yeah but they still like dick,” she giggles.
“Oh, god, why do you have to be so gross?”
“Please tell me you weren’t that one in high school? The prude? You’re cute, I’m sure at least one guy–”
“This is college,” you insist, trying to restrain your embarrassment, “I told you, and I don’t want to keep saying it, but I’m not interested in Professor Rogers.”
“Alright, alright,” she raises her hands defensively, “so how about–”
“Excuse me,” the deep tone undercuts her detour and you pout helplessly as you turn reluctantly to the professor. You hope he didn’t hear any of that, “before you go, I found this good app for these sort of things. Helps track your reading,” he explains as he holds out a clipboard, “I’m just getting phone numbers to add everyone to the group.”
“Oh, BookSnoop, yeah I’ve heard of that,” Inez says cheerily and sends you a guilty look, “uh, here, let me give you my number.”
She takes the clipboard first and scribbles down her number then hands it to you. You do the same and give it back, the brush of fingertips with the professor making you wince, “thanks, professor.”
“Of course, and… I had an idea. I was talking to management at Marge’s, I might be able to host one of these things there.”
“Oh, that’s so cool,” you say, “I might get a bit distracted by the sweets though.”
“Count us in,” Inez grumbles, “I hate these old classrooms. They smell like khaki.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Rogers appears slightly perplexed by her comment, “well, thanks for signing up,” he hugs the clipboard against one side of his chest, “and don’t forget about your book review next class.”
“Uh, how could we forget?” Inez chuckles nervously and grabs your elbow, “excuse us, professor, we’re late for, uh… a party.”
“Okay, er, um, be safe,” he backs away awkwardly, “see you in class.”
“Buh bye,” Inez toss over her shoulder as she urges you to the door and you barely squeeze through the door ahead of her, nearly crushing against her in the tight frame.
“What’s going on? A party?” You sputter as you plant your feet.
“Look, I totally forgot about the uh, book review, so how do you feel about an all-nighter?”
“In,” you exclaim, “are you kidding me?”
“Come on, I need you to keep me awake,” she whines, “pweez, pwetty pweez, I wuv you, you know that right?”
“Don’t do that,” you sneer, “fine, I’ll help you but I swear, next time, you’re on your own. You know, I have other classes. History papers I don’t want to write.”
“Well that’s convenient, because I haven’t done Laufeyson’s paper either,” she cackles, “it’s fate.”
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You rub your eyes and yawn over your cold coffee cup. Inez is barely awake, her head in her hand as she scrolls on her laptop. You feel like you’re looking in a mirror, so tired your head feels like a boulder.
You scratch out notes about the Communist Revolution in your notebook, trying to make sense of it all in your fatigue fuzzed mind. As you put your pen down to stretch your cramped fingers, the subtle clack of Inez’ keyboard tapping in the silent library, your phone buzzes. The noise is loud, jarring in the lull.
She’s unbothered as her lips move with the words she types. You wonder if she’s even typing words. You have class at noon so you might get a few hours before you have to weave your way back onto campus. You snatch up your phone and unlock it, leaning back dangerously in the heavily wooden chair.
‘Hope you got home safe’ the text reads, the number unfamiliar.
You put the phone down, assuming it’s a wrong number. You trail your fingers over your brow as Inez chews her thumb.
“What another way to say therefore, I think I’ve typed that a thousand times,” she murmurs.
“Thus, and so, consequently…” you say as you phone vibes again.
‘You didn’t drink too much, did you?’
You scowl at the screen and thumb in your response lazily, ‘I think you have the wrong number’.
Three dots appear almost as soon as you hit send. ‘It’s Steve. Checking in. Making sure you’re okay. That’s all.’
For a moment, you’re confused. Then you remember jotting down your number on the board.
You peek up at Inez, she’s swaying before her laptop. Should you tell her? No, she’d just tease you again. He’s just nice. Maybe a bit too concerned.
‘I’m fine, professor. Just going to sleep. Good night’. There, that’ll put an end to it.
‘Sweet dreams’ he replies. You don’t answer but another message comes in. A pink heart.
You lock the phone and sigh. You’re too tired. Besides, you know how older people are with emojis. Your mother kept sending the cry laugh emoji in very serious conversations.
“Inez,” you say gruffly, “let’s go. I need sleep.”
#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#drabble#dark drabble#dark!drabble#series#professor!steve#marvel#mcu#au#avenger#captain america#drabble series
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Surprise
Part two
Warnings: smut, dominant Colin, long teasing, fingering, kissing
Words: 4896
Marg woke up alone in bed. She stretched and looked at her watch, it was after ten o'clock. Frightened, she quickly sat up on the bed... and immediately knew that this was not a good idea. She felt nauseous and managed to reach the bathroom at the last minute. She knew she wouldn't like being pregnant. Although from what she once read that nausea is usually only for the first three months, after that it's fine. The worst part is that she has to endure these three months hugging the toilet.
She returned to the bedroom and saw a note on the bedside table. She took it in her hand and began to read:
"Marg,
forgive me for having to leave you alone, but I was forced to go to work. Besides, you were sleeping so sweetly, I didn't want to wake you up. It's a beautiful sight.
I would like to ask you to stay at my house today. Rest, eat well and drink lots of water. Don't worry about being absent from work. I will arrange everything. Ah... and we need to find a good doctor to manage our pregnancy. I want everything to be fine. This is a big news for me. I have a flurry of thoughts. I need to start reading about it. I hope there is a book called "Pregnancy for the resistant". And I apologize to you for my behavior at night... I was, and still am, terrified of becoming a dad. It still doesn't get to me.
Have a great day and see you tonight.
- Colin”
She read the letter several times and felt the tears roll down her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had read anything so sweet. She got emotional, plus the state she was in doubled her weepy reaction.
Suddenly she got a notification of a new message on her phone. She reached for it and saw that it was Colin.
“Hey, my love… I'm thinking, you know how we talked about getting married..., that maybe we should think about it before the baby is born. It will be less of a hassle. I'll get the money somehow. Well, it's probably a little early to think about such things, but my overthinking makes me crazy and I had to write you about it. Just so I wouldn't forget.
I hope you feel better."
She smiled softly as she read the message.
"Hey, sweetie.... I understand you completely. I'm also thinking a lot about it. We only found out a few hours ago, and there are a lot of questions in my head that I don't know the answers to. Focus on your work, even though I know it's not easy. And I beg you not to tell anyone about anything at work. We don't need gossip right now. When the time is right, we will tell them everything ourselves.
I don't feel good, I feel terrible. I need sleep, that's for sure.
Thank you for your sweet letter xoxo"
He answered really quick:
"Okay, we'll talk when I get back. I won't bother you anymore. Rest and remember to drink water, I don't want you to get dehydrated or worse faint when I'm not at home.
See you later."
“See you later, Colin”
She went to the kitchen to get water and returned to the bedroom. Sleep came very quickly.
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Colin was counting down the minutes until he left work. He couldn't wait to see his beloved again. He had a good feeling that everything would be fine between them. That maybe the pregnancy would bring them closer together. He cared about Marg. He loved her and could imagine a future with her. Now not only with her. He hoped she forgave him for his betrayal. They honestly didn't talk about it at night. No... it's not worth revisiting the subject. It's just that Colin needs to keep his dick in his pants and be polite and devoted only to Marg.
- And we are planning to get married.... oh my god... everything is happening so fast - he said to himself and hid his face in his hands, sighing loudly.
He was finally able to return home. He packed his documents and drove home. As soon as he got out of the car, he felt excitement. Marg was at his house waiting for him. It had been a long time since he had felt something like this.
He crossed the threshold of the house with a smile and closed the door behind him.
- Marg? I’m home! - announced his arrival and hung his coat on the hanger.
- Oh Colin - Marg came out of the kitchen. She went up to him and hugged him tightly - I missed you and out of this longing I cooked dinner for us - she smiled broadly.
- That's great - he kissed her on the cheek - I see that you feel better.
- Yes, it's better, let's hope tomorrow is just as good. Go wash your hands, we are about to eat.
- Yes sir - he saluted her and went to the bathroom.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He felt relaxed. The very proximity of Marg had that effect on him.
- Something smells really good. Is it chicken? - he walked into the kitchen. He approached Marg and embraced her from behind, kissing her neck - You also smell beautiful - he closed his eyes savoring it.
- You guessed it, it's chicken. Pass me the plates, please.
- I can see that you feel really comfortable in my house - he laughed, handing her what she asked for.
- You know, I spent almost the whole day in here. I rummaged through every cabinet and drawer - she said with a serious face.
- You're kidding... - he felt himself getting weak.
- Yes, I'm joking - she laughed out loud - geez, I scared you - she laughed even louder.
- Do you think it's funny? I wonder how you would feel in my place?
- I have nothing to hide - she shrugged her shoulders and carried the plates to the table.
- Actually... then I have nothing to hide either.
- Then why did you get so stressed? Suspicious - she laughed again - let's have dinner, I'm hungry.
They passed dinner with pleasant conversation. They really had a lot of new topics to talk about. The pregnancy, the wedding... Colin's work had now faded into the background. He himself felt good about it. He didn't like to talk about his work. It made it impossible for him to relax. Everything that happened during the day came back to him like a boomerang and crushed him to a pulp. The only thing he dreamed of at the time was going to bed. But now he felt free and light. The smile did not come off his lips.
- You know what... I think so, when I look at you now, that you will look really sexy with extra pregnancy pounds - he smiled broadly at her.
- Stop, I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to get fat.
- I think you have no control over it. It's rather natural that your body will change. Certainly for the better - he said with the smirk.
- Don't you like my body? - Marg raised an eyebrow.
- No... that's not what I meant. Your body is perfect, and it will be even better. I love your shapes, especially your breasts and buttocks.
- You are lucky, because I already wanted to be offended - she showed him her tongue.
- Oh, don't show me your tongue. It has a bad effect on me.
- Oh, really?
- Yes, my dirty thoughts are raging.
- Ah, yes... your overthinking... sometimes it's probably not so bad - she said with a smirk.
- But, back to your body. You will always be beautiful, no matter how your body changes after pregnancy.
- You're cute. You will definitely be a good dad.
Colin reached out his hand toward Marg and stroked her belly gently. He looked into her eyes.
- I can't wait to see you with baby on your arms, you're gonna be the best mom - he kissed her softly.
- I hope so - she kissed him back.
- And of course I'm gonna be the best dad, my sweet princess... I want to be here for the baby every step of the way, I wanna be here throughout the whole adventure in our way to becoming a family - he smiled at her - but... can I be honest and ask a question? Would you be offended if I'm too honest?
- Ask what you want - she kissed him again - oh I really love your lips.
- Yeah, I really like yours too, I love how they feel when they're teasing me - he chuckled softly as kissed her back - but anyway, I was wondering.... do you know that I can't wait to see you with a bigger belly? Would you mind if I was very curious about that?
- No, baby, I understand that you’re curious about pregnancy stuff. I’m so curious too. I guess my belly will be way bigger then now. Baby will grow up so need more space - she kissed him again, this time more passionate - oh my goodness, I can't take myself away from your mouth, my hormones are going crazy!
- Oh yes, the baby will grow... oh.... and yes, me too, your hormones and the way you look now.... I’m getting crazy just thinking about it, I really understand why you want more now.
- I need you so much right now, especially your lips… everywhere - she groaned.
- My lips, my hands, my arms, my... everywhere, right? - he chuckled and kissed her again, this time harder and more passionately.
- Yes, everywhere, Colin…
- Oh... now I know you're getting crazy... I think all your hormones have taken over your mind... what if I help you with that?
- How? - she sighed.
He smiled and put his arm around her waist, helping her up from the table.
- I think you'll like what I got in mind...
Colin pressed his body firmly against hers, leaned her against the wall and started kissing her again, making sure she didn't move an inch because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
- What else do you have for me? - she interrupted the kiss.
- Hmm... I was thinking of having some fun, just the two of us - he smiled - and I guess we'd have to make sure that the baby doesn't feel anything, what do you say?
- Our baby is the size of a bean. Don't worry, it won't feel a thing - she laughed.
He laughed as well and kissed her mouth passionately.
- Good answer... so what's your answer on my question? Would you like to have some fun?
- You know my answer - she bit her lip.
- That's what I like to hear... let's not waste anymore time then - he grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom and start doing what they love.
- Colin?
- Huh? Yes, sweetie?
- You don’t need to be gentle with me today.
- Oh, you think so? Would you like me to be a little rougher with you? - he smirked.
- Do whatever you want with me - she groaned.
- Now, you’re talking…
- Yes, Colin… I’m all yours.
- Now I definitely love that way you're talking today, let's get to the bedroom, I have something you'll love to see...
- What? A gift?
- Hmm, you know that I love buying you nice presents, but this one is more... intimate, for you and I to have some private fun.
- Okay then, can’t wait to see that - she was really curious.
- Oh, you'll love it, I'm sure of that... - he led her to the bedroom and opened the door.
- Let me see it. What is it?
After letting her in, he closed the door slowly and stood right in front of her.
- Close your eyes dear, and don't open them until I tell you to, can you do that for me?
- Of course.
- Good, I knew I could count on you... now, close your eyes tightly and don't peek at anything until I tell you, okay?
- I promise - she covered her eyes.
- That's the girl I know, you're such an obedient one... are you sure you want me to trust you? - he whispered teasingly in her ear and kissed her cheek.
- Yes.
Colin chuckled softly with a slight sparkle in his eyes.
- Alright then, you can keep your eyes closed, I'll tell you when to open then...
He brought his hands slowly to her eyes to check if she hasn't peeked.
- Good girl…
- Yes, but I'm a good girl just for you.
- Oh, is that so? So if I wasn't here, you'd be a very bad girl... who would you rather be submissive and obedient to rather than me?
- Submissive and obedient.... just for you - she whispered.
- Good... that's the way I like my sweet princess. Now, you can open your eyes.
He smiled gently and put his hands on her waist, wanting to see her reaction to what he had prepared.
- Oh… you are… naked - she smiled broadly.
- Yeah, and just let your eyes slowly go down and see what I've got prepared for you... - he laughed.
- Oh… I really like what I see - she bit her lip.
- I was hoping you'd like it...
He moved his fingers over her shoulder and leaned her body against the bed, then moved a little closer to her face, looking into her eyes.
- But now, my second question…
He paused for a moment as he moved his body close to hers more.
- Would you like to do more than just look?
- I’d love to… oh Colin…
- I hope so…
He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, teasingly.
- But now, we should have a bit of fun... I think you'll like what I have in mind, you will enjoy this...
- Go on, Colin - she whispered.
Also, he began whispering in her ear, stroking her sides and caressing her body with his fingers.
- I want you to just lay back, relax and let me do all of the work... do you think you can handle that, princess?
- I'll try, but I'm sure I can handle it - she kissed him passionately.
- Good... I was kinda counting on you handling this.
He rested her completely on the bed, then lay down on top of her and began to passionately caress her body.
All she was able to do at that moment was sigh loudly.
- Let me take your clothes off.
- Yes…
He did it very slowly, teasing her.
- I love to tease you…
- Colin…
He pulled her a little closer and pressed his body against hers, beginning to kiss her neck and all over her body, going down and taking his time to enjoy every inch.
- You’re so hungry, Colin - her back arched.
- What can I say? I get really hungry sometimes... you're just too delicious to me - he chuckled.
He grabbed her thighs as his kisses went down, and then he murmured.
- Now, I think I'm gonna take my sweet time enjoying all of you, so stay still...
- It's really hard for me not to move when you give me so much pleasure, but I'll keep trying - she sighed loudly.
- I know it is, but like I said... this is all about you and me enjoying ourselves, so you'll just have to let me handle that...
As he continued caressing her body, he suddenly stopped and whispered in her ear.
- Now, I think it's time for me to take this to another level...
- Do it, Colin… - she groaned.
He smiled gently, biting his lips, became a little more serious.
- Okay, now, I want you to stay still and not move at all, I'm about to do something I think will feel very good.
- Oh, I’m sure about that - she whispered.
He pressed her body tighter to the bed, moving on top of her in such a way that their bodies were completely connected. He wanted her to be completely vulnerable.
- I’m all yours… - she wrapped her arms around his neck.
- Good, now I want you to trust my hands completely, okay?
He grabbed each of her wrists and placed them above her head, leaving her fully vulnerable.
- I trust you and your hands - she smiled at him.
- I'm glad you trust me, because I'm gonna use my hands to make you feel so much pleasure... I want you to let these hands do all the work by themselves.
- I want everything, I’m waiting - she tried to move to get more pleasure.
- No, no, no, no moving at all, you stay still, let your body take all of the pleasure I can give you, okay?
- I’m so hungry, give me that pleasure, please - she moved again under him.
- Oh my god, you're not following my instructions at all... - he grumbled at her - you want me to give you pleasure? Don't move right now, not even a bit, or I'll stop.
- I will now be a good and hungry girl. I'm not moving, I understand - she moaned.
He smirked.
- Good girl... now, I'm gonna take care of you and see if you can handle my touch.
As soon as he finished saying this, he began to put his hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her body with his palms, stroking and caressing her skin.
She moaned loudly.
His hands started to trace little circles on her body, every soft touch feels absolutely divine, he's making sure that nothing is going to distract her.
- Colin! - she moaned again.
He felt heat all over his body when he heard her moan.
- Such a good and hungry girl... are you sure you're still not trying to move?
- I’m sure, I promise to be a good girl and hungry of course - she laughed a little.
- Good... you better not be lying to me.
He continued to let his hands explore her body, starting to go higher up her legs. He did not stop teasing her.
She moaned loudly once again.
The sound of her moans filled him with anticipation, the higher he goes, the more the moans increase... He stopped right at her hips and whispered into her ear with a smirk on his face.
- Now, I think you're finally gonna like what I have to show you, right?
- I already love everything - she moans loudly again.
He bit his lips softly as he continues caressing the sides of her hips slowly and passionately, but then he stopped, because he knew she likes it when she can feel his body heat.
- Colin… don’t stop - she whispered.
- Now I think I want to make you feel something even better... I want to make you feel something absolutely spectacular.
- Give me that, Colin!
He nodded softly and leaned back slightly, his hands slowly moved down her body, reached the junction of her thighs and began to caress her there, slowly and calmly, he took his time. She was so wet there and so soft.
- I'm gonna enjoy teasing you for a while... you can give in right now and accept what I'm going to do to you, or we simply can wait a bit more... - he whispered in her ear, squeezing one of her thighs tightly.
- I give in now! oh Colin I love everything you do to me! - she moaned lightly.
- Good girl... now, you wanna know what I have for you?
- Yes! Yes!
- Okay then, how about I just do a little bit more exploring and I show you that with my hands, would you like that? - he sighed - So, I think I'll start moving my hands towards...
- Yes, Colin I want everything you have for me! Move your hands toward…
He put two fingers inside her. And began to move gently.
She moaned even louder than before.
- Oh I know what you want - he kissed her passionately.
- I’m so hungry, Colin! - she bite his lower lip.
He smirked and then whispered softly as he stroked his other hand down her body.
- Then let me feed you exactly what you're hungry for - he inserted a third finger into her, trying to push them in as deep as he could.
- Oh… I’m so hungry for you! - she screamed.
- Love this answer. I’m so hungry for you, and only you.
- Oh Colin! Faster! - she groaned.
- You know this is what I was building up to...
He began to push his fingers into her faster, massaging her pleasure button with his thumb.
- Exactly there, Colin!
- Oh, yeah?
- Yes!
His movements became more precise and faster, more rhythmic. He liked to make her squirm.
- Oh don’t stop moving your hands and kiss me. I need your lips on mine - she tried to move.
- You're trying to move, sweetie, remember what I said I'd do to you if you didn't keep still? Please don't make me stop what I'm doing to you...
- I’m sorry, but you’re making me squirm - she groaned.
- Good, you're supposed to be squirming and begging for more, don't forget that you asked for all of this... - he smiled - Do you want me to stop?
- No!
- Good girl... Now, how about I just keep these hands going the way they're going right now and they'll never stop... Do you want that?
- Oh my God, Colin! - she screamed.
He smiled and gave her a passionate long kiss.
- Oh trust me... I never will... If it was up to me, I'd keep going until I had no more energy to move - he laughed.
- I know you have enough energy to pleasure me now - she kissed him back hungrily.
He moaned and kissed her back passionately and eagerly.
- I love your hands! - she moaned into his mouth.
- I love knowing that you like my hands so much... I'm sure you'd like them more by the end.
He continued to move his fingers inside her hot insides, while massaging her breasts with his other hand. He sucked on her nipples. He was so hungry.
- Oh! This is what I want! Exactly there!
He returned to gently biting her neck and licking her.
- You’re a master in this, Colin. Don’t you dare to stop - she moaned softly.
- I swear, I won't... I'd never stop doing this to you...
He hugged his body tighter to hers, and then pulled her body closer to his, continuing to touch her there slowly and passionately, his hands never stopping.
- I’m about to…, you exactly know what! - she almost screamed.
- Oh yeah? You're already this close, huh?
- Yes! - she started to squirm, and breathe heavily, she was so close.
- Keep still, let's see if you can stop yourself... - he kissed her - you can't move at all now, okay?
- I promise not to move, but don’t stop, please - she screamed loudly.
- Then don't move and don't make a noise, okay? - he whispered to her ear.
- It’s so hard to be quiet, you’re so good to me - she moans loudly.
- It doesn't matter... keep still and quiet, okay? Or I'm gonna have to use my hands in such a way that won't let you make sounds anymore.
- Oh make me quiet, Colin. It’s so hard to make no noises - she moaned loudly.
- You sure about that? It might not be as fun as you imagine... - he began stroking her lower lip.
- Do it, please! - she bit her lip to be quite.
Once again bent over her body, his face now right in front of hers.
- You asked for it...
He pressed his hands firmly on top of her mouth and started to cover her with his body, stopping her from making any sounds, he pulled back slightly.
- I'm not gonna let you make a sound until you beg me to stop.
She nodded her head as a sign that she understood.
He pulled back a bit and give her a deep and long kiss. He laughed and stooped making out with her for a second. He was breathing heavily.
- Now, we're playing that game aren't we? So, let me hear you, how far can you go without begging me to stop? Be honest with me, okay?
Again she nodded her head to confirm.
- Good girl…
He sighs softly and let's go from her mouth.
- So, what do you think? You can take more of this?
- I’m still hungry, so yes I do - she moans softly.
- Perfect response, that's what I wanted to hear...
He moved his hands back to her mouth again, covered them to shut her up and pulled her body very close to his, his hips are all up to her body now, he's going to move just a little bit more just to get her even more hungry.
She was breathing hard through her nose, her body trembling with delight.
- Oh god, you're trembling, I can feel it through my body... and you're breathing so deeply and quickly... - he whispered.
She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for more delights.
He leaned forward a bit more, starting to move his hands all over her body again, his hips now pressed against her.
Colin heard a loud moan of delight.
- Let's see how much you can take, before I give you more of what you're craving... - he whispered to her ear.
She looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded.
Again he began to massage her hot entrance. He pushed her rhythmically and continuously. Again he felt her trembling and squirming.
Her body trembled, she was close to fulfillment. She closed her eyes.
- Oh, you're close again, aren't you? I can tell... I know your body so well by now...
Her body arched as she reached fulfillment. She let out a loud and long sigh. She breathed hard trying to calm down after such a strong sensation.
He moved back slightly, no longer covering her mouth with his fingers, and let her breathe, watching her carefully, waiting.... waited for her to signal him that she wanted more.
Still breathing heavily, she slowly calmed down. She smiled at Colin, seeing the expression on his face.
- Don't look at me like that, so obscene, you made me tired. I don't even have the strength to move - she laughed.
He laughed softly and hugged her, his face has a satisfied look as he smiles softly at her.
- Oh, that was quite the reaction, I'd say I did my job well... do you want more or do you think you've had enough for now?
- That's enough for today. You really made me tired. But... Colin? What about your pleasure? You gave me so much joy, and all you got return was my pleasure - she smiled at him.
- Oh, trust me when I say this... It was worth it, I don't mind not getting much in return if it means that I get to give you what you enjoy the most - he kissed her softly.
- Oh, you are so sweet. I promise to make you happy soon too. You have so much stress at work, you need to relax - she stroked his head.
- I have all of the relaxation I need right here with you... It's always a good de-stresser after a long day at work... How about we just keep relaxing now? - he closed his eyes and hugged her.
- So you're tired after giving me so much pleasure? I knew it! You need rest, my lover. Let's get some sleep. But first, please get off me, you're heavy - she laughed and kissed his forehead.
- Sorry, sweetie... you're right, I do need some rest... and I can tell I'll sleep like a baby because of this...
He slowly moves away from her and lays down next to her. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply.
- I love you, Mr Zabel.
- I love you too, my dear.
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Don't know if I'll write the actual sex scene any time soon, but please consider Marge wearing French knickers, and reaching up under her dress to slip them off, and then climbing in Bucky's lap and using them to help jerk him off.
Meanwhile, Buck's watching from a chair, languid as all get out, asking Bucky if it feels good.
"Uh-huh," Bucky manages. His hands are at his sides, and he's still not entirely sure how he ended up here with these two in this particular position. Even though he's only two drinks in.
And Buck says, "Funny, you touch me all the time, but you don't wanna touch Marge?"
And Marge laughs when Bucky immediately slides his hands up her legs and over her butt. "There's my handsy John," she says. "Now, keep up with your reputation and get my clothes off, would you? I'd have Buck do it, but he promised I got you all to myself for this first time."
And Bucky's pretty sure he's gonna die, but holy shit, what a way to go.
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BREAKING NEWS *inserts breaking news music*:
Local Woman (who hasn't ran in over a decade *inserts shameful Marge simpson gif* and doesn't do New Year's resolutions) is setting a last minute New Year's Resolution, as She embarks on a cross world journey from the Midwest, USA to Tomarang...
Sources say despite her lack of speed and agility, she has somehow managed to make it halfway to her destination in a matter of minutes. We have word that she's not going to let a few loading screens and the sizzle of Tsunami Indya stop her groove (or her laptop). We're not sure why she's ready to risk her life or her electronics so early into the new year but Watcherspeed, miss ma'am, Watcherspeed.
🤣 GIRL!...*inserts dramatic in-game swoon animation* because LAWD HAMMERCY. I am outta breath but good googly moogly that man is *licks screen*
I'm over having hot flashes and asthma attacks for no reason because OG wanna be out here casually minding his business & looking like that in Tomarang. I- 😩
I AM IN TEARS CHAEEEEE!!!
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i copied down the descriptions of the actors in the workin boys program cause they made me giggle
ZOEY CHAMBERS (Henrietta) is humbled beyond words to be a part of this groundbreaking production. Zoey has been entrancing audiences for years with her portrayal of girl-bosses like Sandy from Grease and Fantine from Les Miserables. Zoey would like to thank her brother Zack for giving her the actor bug in the third grade! It’s ironic that Zack thought he was the actor of the family. But Zoey would go on to overshadow him in every way. Sucks to suck, doesn’t it Zachary? Zoey would also like to thank her roommate and fellow cast member Haley! Haley is perfectly cast in her very small and inconsequential part. The role of Marge is just so uninteresting and one dimensional that it helps mask Haley’s limited range as an actress, as well as other flaws, such as not being pretty enough to pull off an ingenue. Enjoy the show and be sure to check out Zoey’s Only Fans for spicy pics, JO’s(?), and other lewd content!
HALEY DILMORE (Marge) is so lucky to be part of the best cast in the world! She has no idea how she managed to worm her way into this talented group of ladies! You may recognize Haley as a Pink Lady for Grease or Disciple #3 from Godspell. Haley would like to thank her fellow cast member, Zoey Chambers. Zoey has been an inspiration, a mentor, and above all, a friend. She’d also like to thank her parents and her dog, Walter. Also, she’d like to apologize to the cast once again for blowing up the bathroom every single day during rehearsal. She’s so sorry that she made it stink so bad that everybody had to cross the street to use the toilet in Bank of America. She really doesn’t know what’s happening to her bowels. She’s going to the doctor after the show closes to get everything sorted out. Enjoy the show!
RUTH FLEMING (Secretary #4) is so fucking stoked for her acting debut! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean, her. Ruth ran the lights for her school’s production of The Barbecue Monologues and was also the Assistant Stage Manager for The Wizard of Oz…it sucked. She got bullied and excluded by the whole cast, even though her job was just as important as theirs. More important, actually! Being in the cast is way better. You don’t have to think of an excuse to barge into the dressing rooms. You can just walk right in! Everybody takes off their shirts and lets their titties tumble free! It’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen… I mean she’s ever seen. Anyways Ruth doesn’t wanna thank anybody because nobody ever did anything for her.
CASSANDRA KING (Eve) is excited to be present with you fellow vessels in these fleeting moments. Everything has transpired exactly as the lights in the sky foretold. Casse had never been a believer in prophecy or the ethereal space between… but she’s seen too much to deny that truth now. She no longer fears the visions, or the pain that comes with their descent. Pain is the price of knowledge. Pain is the language that unites the children of (???) no matter which star they may hide(??) from. Casse wants to see what lies at the end of the cold hall. She is ready to see the face of the girl screaming in the dark. How did she find herself aboard? And what is the destination of such a magnificent ship? Is tonight the night Casse departs? The lights give no answer. And so she waits for deliverance. Casse would also like to thank her boyfriend, Chris.
#workin boys#the fact that half of haley’s is just about how she can’t stop dumping ass is insane#and ruth’s is just. fucking wild#also can someone check up on my girl casse i’m a little worried about her like#zoey chambers#ruth fleming#hatchetfield#starkid#jaspers thoughts
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I knew it would fit my Dracopia fic so. All credits to the creator of this beautiful art piece I just found on Pinterest
After Dark pt6
I had a brainfart for a whole week so, I did not manage to continue write After Dark but I just kept listening to Depeche Mode Enjoy the Scilence, idk it’s HIS song too in my opinion. I’m obsessed. #ilovePapa
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As you were preparing for the night’s shift, you started to become more and more anxious. Party with the ghouls and the beautiful ghoulettes, you’d had to slap yourself, cause it ain’t a dream as you assumed.
“What if Papa shows up Pen? I’ll probably faint and say sorry after waking up.” She was just looking at you just as your pet bat did. You knew that they felt your excitement and even your nervousness. You hear your phone making a beep sound and as you unlocked it you slapped your forehead in realisation.
‘I know it’s you day off, but could you maybe get here? There’s another letter waiting for you. And I think it’s written with blood.’ - Michael
‘SHIT… uhmm yeah I’ll meet u there. And I totally forgot that I’m off today. I have new friends that I’ll meet up there.’
‘Friends? Since when you have friends other than me?’ - Michael
‘I’ll tell you when we meet, I’ll try to be as fast as possible.’
‘Alright see u then bestie.’ - Michael
‘See ya.’
You dropped your phone to the bed and laid backwards until your back touched the bed.
“Why is this keep happening? Why me?”
As you approached the back door of the club, Michael was already there waiting for you. He was kind of not scared but disturbed.
“Finally you’re here.”
“I���m here, so where’s the letter?” He said nothing, but handed you the letter, your name was there written with blood. It was smeared but it was there.
“Maybe it’d be better if you read this inside. You want to people to stare.” He ushered you inside gently and you thanked him. You two did not stop until you reached the door the the dressing room. “Don’t worry (Y/n). Everything will be fine.” He tried to calm you down, but it did not work much since you were jumping out of your skin from fear.
“I don’t think so. Thank you Mich.”
“Anytime.” He kissed your forehead and you opened the door and closed it fast. Your heart was beating faster and you felt that it wanted to burst through your chest. As you opened the letter, you found your way to a chair and dropped down on it. What you did find in that letter made you sick to your stomach.
I’ll find you wherever you are,
Daughter of a murderer
I’ll take my revenge,
As I walk over your and your lover’s cold corpses.
There’ll be no happy ending for you.
Just watch and see
Yours truly, X
It’s crazy you thought, who wants you dead so badly?
“Lover?…. I did not even have a….. on ho Copia.” Realisation just hit you. The dream wasn’t even a dream. He IS yours and you are HIS. It was a lot to take in. You did not even know how long did you rest in that chair, thinking through the whole situation, but you heard the dj announcing the start of the party. And even your phone made a notification sound. As you opened it, you saw that the phone number was not in your contacts.
‘We’re here. And don’t worry I know your phone number, I looked it out from your phone.’ - Cirrus
“Oh shit…. There we go.”
‘I’ll be out ASAP.’
‘Okay honey.’ - Cirrus.
“Did she just called me Honey?” You giggled, already forgot the letter, which before you go you placed it into your locker. Your way to the dance floor was short, as you were practically running to meet the ghouls. You quickly checked on Marge to make sure she’s fine with everything.
“Look who decided to show up.”
“Hey. Is everything alright?”
“If you wanna ask that if I’m fine with taking care of your job too. Yes. What are you doing here anyway?” Marge asked as she was drying one of the glasses.
“I’ll meet up with some friends.” You sat down on one of the bar chairs and Marge poured you some liquid courage. It made you quite surprised, but accepted the drink. “Thanks Marge. Do you wanna drink one too? It’s on me.”
“Alright.” She poured the alcoholic beverage into a glass again and grabbed it with her fingers moving it up.
“Bottoms up!” As it went down your throat you felt the burning sensation, which meant that it’ll have the effects soon that you’re hoping for. as time flew by it was maybe the fourth or fifth beverage that you consumed and was already in a drunken state, but not too drunk. Music was blearing, heat radiated off of the dancing group of people. But it was not the only thing you felt. It was like someone was watching you from afar. Eyeing you from your head to your toe, like he wants to devour you with his mismatched eyes.
“(Y/n). It’s good to see you honey.” You heard Cirrus’ voice and when you turned your head around smiled at her and was aware of the other ghouls behind Cirrus’ back.
“Heyya. Don’t mind me. I’m a little drunk. It’s so good to see all of you.”
“The pleasure is ours Pri…. (Y/n).” Aether took your hand and kissed it affectionately. Papa was a little jealous as he saw his precious ghoul kiss your hand, but he remained in the shadows. He was curious what you’re gonna do and what the ghouls will do. He was rather hungry too, so he hoped to get a little bite from you.
“Oh… it’s you Aether, and Dew, Mountain, Swiss, Rain. Oh… Sunshine, Cumulus. Wow. I can’t believe it that that’s really you.”
“Oh she knows. I like her.” Cooed Cumulus and it made you blush.
“Anyway, you all wants some liquid courage? I already had five… I was a little nervous.” You admitted
“Why?”
“Because you’re Ghost! My favourite band, well the only person is missing is Papa.” As you mentioned his name you heard you name and a rather delicious Italian accent.
“Talking about me Mia Dolce?” He popped up next to you and when he looked at you, legs started to wobble and you almost fell onto him. His eyes bored into yours, never leaving them.
“I think we need to talk Cop…. I mean Papa.” You quickly corrected yourself and he just chuckled.
“Oh Sorella, you can call me Copia.”
“I know. You told me before.” He was suspicious now, what you know about all of the moments you shared before.
“Yeah he would not mind if you were screaming it.” Sunshine whispered into your ear and you slapped her forearm. You were as red as a beetroot. And you imagined it, you beneath him, pleasuring you, kissing you, making you cum. Just the though of it made you wet, for him. Your Papa. He knew….
“Mio Amore, I think you wanted to talk.”
“Please Papa it can wait. We’re here to party, (Y/n) wanted to have a drink too.” Said Dew and Aether finishing each others sentence.
“Alright fine. But not too much alcohol. It’s applies to you too (Y/n).” Papa was touching your lover back now moving you a little closer to him. You were a little intoxicated so you put your hand up to his chest and felt that there was no heartbeat, but he was rather warm. He leaned in little by little until there was a little space between the two of you.
“Co…Copia….. I…”
“Do I make you speechless mia Cara? Papa got your tongue?” His hand grabbed a mop of your hair and moved it behind you ear.
“You can…. I mean…” his lips were inches away from yours.
“Yo, everybody. Listen up, cause I have something to tell ya. I heard that there’s one special woman in here. A lovely lady requested a song just for this special someone.”
“Oh wow… where’s Cirrus?” Dew looked around searching for her but your eyes were only on Papa. Your Papa.
“Our lovely Ghoulette wants to thank this special lady for her kindness and requested a song. Dear (Y/n) I’ll play you Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode.” You were now looking at the dj and Cirrus when she arrived. The song started to play and you immediately grabbed Copia’s hand and started dragging him.
“What are you up to mio topolino?”
“Dance with me Copia.”
“Gladly.”
As you swayed your hips to the music Copia nuzzled close to you. Hands on your hips your hands around his neck. Eye contact was on point, like it was never enough of his gaze. You but your bottom lip Copia responded with a little growl and nudged you closer, like a paper could not go through your bodies. Song already forgotten, there was just the two of you. Moving as one to the music.
"Mia Cara. You're taking my breath away. I just want to devour you. Mi scusi Mio Topolino. I don't know what came over me. I want to kiss you so bad." Papa was slightly embarrassed but you found it cute. You grabbed his face with both hands.
"Kiss me." You did not have him time to respond, your lips collided with his in a bruising kiss. It soon became heated as Copia buried his hand in your hair and tugged it to show your neck to him.
"Please..."
"Already begging Darling?" Papa nuzzled his nose up and down your neck, his hand snaked around your hip and pressed his noticable erection to your stomach. You moaned out his name, your whole body was burning up like you were in hell.
"You go down just like Holy Mary. Mary on a, Mary on a cross." He sang into your ear and he continued with the song. And when he stopped he looked at you and you just nodded at him cause you already knew what he was up to. He smiled at you and saw his long, sharp fangs ready to bite into your neck.
"Papa please.... Copia."
"Say it Mia Cara."
"Please bite me. Drink from me." You bared your neck even more to him, he sighed in approval and peppered your neck with kisses, and you felt it. You don't even know if you screamed or moaned in pain. The only think that you felt is your Papa, drinking from you.
Here it is Ghesties! 🖤 I really enjoyed to write this part and of course at the end I listened to Mary on a cross so that's the inspiration from.
Take care ♥️🖤
#the band ghost#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#tobias forge#ghost bc#ghost the band#papa copia#ghost band#papa emeritus#ghost#cardial copia#cardinal copia x reader#papa emeritus iv x reader
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Actress bios on the Workin' Girls playbill:
ZOEY CHAMBERS (Henrietta) is humbled beyond words to be part of such a groundbreaking production. Zoey has been entrancing audiences for years with her portrayal of badass girl-bosses like Sandy from Grease and Fantine from Les Misérables. Zoey would like to thank her brother, Zack, for giving her the acting bug all the way back in the third grade! It's ironic that Zack thought he was the actor of the family, but Zoey would go to completely overshadow him in every way. Sucks to suck, doesn't it, Zachary? Zoey would also like to thank her roommate and fellow cast member, Hailey! Hailey is perfectly cast in her small and inconsequential part. The role of Marge is just so uninteresting and one dimensional that it masks Hailey's limited range as an actress, as well as other flaws, such as not being pretty enough to pull off an ingenue. Enjoy the show and be sure to check out Zoey's Only Fans for spicy pics, [something I can't really read, it kind of looks like it says JQls], and other lewd content!
HAILEY DILMORE (Marge) is so lucky to be part of the best cast in the world! She has no idea how she managed to worm her way into this talented group of ladies! You may recognize Hailey as a Pink Lady from Grease or Disciple #3 from Godspell. Hailey would like to thank her fellow cast member, Zoey Chambers. Zoey has been and inspiration, a mentor, and above all, a friend. She'd also like to thank her parents and her dog, Walter. Also, she'd like to apologize to the cast for blowing up the bathroom every day during rehearsal. She's so sorry she made it stink so bad that everyone had to cross the street to use the toilet in Bank of America. She really doesn't know what's happening to her bowels. She's going to the doctor after the show closes to get everything sorted out. Enjoy the show!
RUTH FLEMING (Secretary #4) is so fucking stoked for her acting debut! This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, I mean, her. Ruth ran the lights for her school's shitty production of The Barbecue Monologues and was the Assistant Stage Manager for The Wizard of Oz... it sucked. She got bullied and excluded by the whole cast, even though her job was just as important as theirs. More important, actually! Being in the cast is way better. You don't have to think of an excuse to barge into the dressing rooms. You can just waltz right in! Everybody takes off their shirts and lets their titties tumble free! It's the most awesome thing I've ever seen... I mean, she's ever seen. Anyways, Ruth doesn't wanna thank anybody because nobody ever did anything for her.
Richie's hand is in the way for Bryce's character, but her name is Cassandra King (Eve), Matt said she's being haunted by extraterrestrial forces
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while everybody was talking about this:
I took a look at this:
and yes some of it is funny filler text (or maybe lore important i haven't really watched a starkid before), there are also other things.
some of this is hard to read, so some is not there.
words in [] are maybe but not absolutely sure, --- is something missing, but rest should be good.
READ:
ZOEY CHAMBERS (Henrietta) is humbled beyond words to be part of this groundbreaking production. Zoey has been entertaining audiences for years with her portrayal of badass girl-bosses like Sandy from Grease and Fantine from Les Miserables. Zoey would like to thank her brother, Zack for giving her the acting bug all the way back in third grade! It's ironic that Zack thought he was the actor of the family, but Zoey would go on to completely overshadow him in every way. Sucks to suck, doesn't it, Zachary! Zoey would also like to thank her roommate and fellow cast member Hailey! hailey is perfectly cast in her small and inconsequential part. The role of Marge is so uninteresting and one dimensional that it almost masks Hailey's limited range as an actress, as well as other flaws, such as not being pretty enough to pull off an ingènue. Enjoy the show and be sure to check out Zoey's Only Fans for spicy pics[, JOIs], and other content!
HAILEY DILMORE (Marge) is so lucky to be a part of the best cast in the world! She has no idea how she managed to worm her way into this talented group of ladies. You may recognise Hailey as a Pink Lady from Grease or Disciple #3 from Godspell. Hailey would like to thank her fellow cast member Zoey Chambers. Zoey has been an inspiration, a mentor, and above all a friend. She'd also like to thank her parents and her dog, Walter. Also, she'd like to apologize to the cast once again for blowing up the bathroom ----- ---- --- during rehearsals. ----- ----- ----- ----- made it stink so bad that everyone had to cross the street to use the one in Bank of America. She really doesn't know what's happening to her bowels. She is goint to the doctor after the show closes to get everything sorted out. Enjoy the show!
RUTH FLEMING (Secretary #4) is a fucking ----- for her acting -----! This is the best thing that's ever happened to him, I mean, her. Ruth [did] the [lights] for the school's shitty production of The Barbeque Monologues and was the Assistant Stage Manager for The Wizard of Oz… it sucked. She got bullied and excluded by the whole cast even though her job is just as important as theirs. More important, actually! Being in the cast is way better. They don't have to think of an excuse to barge into the dressing rooms. You can just walk right in! Everybody takes off their shirts and ------------------ ------------------ she's ----------. Anyway, Ruth doesn't wanna thank anybody because nobody did anything for her.
CASSANDRA KING (Eve) is [thrilled] to be present with you fellow ------- in these fleeting moments. Everything has transpired exactly as the lights in the sky foretold. Cassie had never been a believer in prophecy or the ethereal [spaces between]… but she -----------------. She no longer fears the visions, or the -------- come with their descent. Pain is the price of knowledge. Pain is the language that [unites]. the [children] of Az----- no matter which ---------- they may --------- from. Cassie wants to seee what lies at the end of the ---- ---. She's ready for the [face of the] --- screaming in the dark. How did she find herself -----? The lights [gave her] ------. And so she ---- for [guidance]. Cassie would like to thank her boyfriend, Chris.
#workin boys#hatchetfield#hatchetfield halloween party#henry hidgens#ruth fleming#cassandra king#haliey dilmore#zoe chambers#also Chris#spoilers#maybe spoilers
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Who of Bucky’s Boys are morning people?
DeMarco for sure, he gets up early, wants a cup of coffee before the chaos of Curt wakes up a bit later. He likes to read a few passages from the Bible his mom sent him that she highlighted, and he reads her most recent letter a few dozen times before he writes her back. If he’s feeling particularly up to it, he might go on a jog.
Buck is also absolutely a morning person. He wakes before the sun like a daisy, gets out of his bed and is ready to go. He always goes on a run around the base, Meatball normally joining him as he runs from one end to the other until Meatball gets distracted by something or someone else. Buck thinks about Marge, thinks about how he’s going to marry her the moment he gets back to the states. He also uses this quieter time to write to her, telling her how much he loves and cares for her, how much he misses her and longs for the taste of her lips again.
I could see Brady as a morning person, like he needs that quiet before everyone else is up to sort himself out so he can handle them all later. But I could also see him sleeping in a little, wanting those last few minutes of morning sleep and peace.
Bucky isn’t a morning person, but he doesn’t sleep that much, so he’s awake, just not out of bed. He dozes on and off, thinking of the day and what he has to do, thinks of Frank and what she’s doing, if she’s thinking of him too. Wonders if he’d get too much shit from the boys if he started calling her in the mornings too. If he manages to stay with Frank, he sleeps in. He sleeps if he’s with her, finds his mind settles more when he’s wrapped around her and can feel her against him.
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Wet. Part one<3
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: Cursing, unedited, lowkey kind of shitty, use of y/n, mentions of breakup, steve being stupid, implied fem reader ( no intended use of feminine pronouns but if i fucked up and did put some in lmk please😭🫶🏾 )
Summary: Dustins older sister comes to visit with her band from Los Angeles, but her and Steve have some major unresolved conflicts
-Hawkins Indiana-
Steve had never really had to face serious consequences to his actions, not really. Growing up the way he did, batting his eyelashes or casually mentioning who his father was always seemed to do the trick for him. But it was never like that with you, which is why for all of today he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.
“Isnt it insane that y/n was able to get this gig? ‘S so awesome!” Dustin was wiggling excitedly in his seat next to Steve on the couch, a bowl of dry Fruit Loops on his lap. Besides him was Will, whilst the young couples sat at their feet.
“Christ, Henderson, try not to explode. ‘S not even live, since Harrington doesnt know how to not pick up extra shifts” Eddie stated from his spot on the recliner chair on the end of the large living space. Still, he sported a large tee-shirt with your band name and picture on it.
Robin had been in the kitchen, getting Gatorades and beers to keep everyone hydrated. Though, the beers were mostly to keep Steve from spontaneous bursting into flames. She was the only one who knew the full extent of how hard this was for him.
“Oh, can it, Edward. Your excited too, their name is on your tit” Dustin said, referring to his shirt and causing Eddie to chortle loudly.
“Shut up guys its starting soon.” Max said from her spot on the floor, taking the bottle of Gatorade Robin offered her. Robin handed Steve his beer as she sat next to him on the couch, before the children, and Eddie, bursted into complaints about the fact that there was an opening act.
Steve nearly sighed in relief. He wasnt really sure he was ready to fast the history you two had. Even if itd been years, and you probably hadnt given him a second thought since high school. Hed been running from watching you preform, but he guesses if he really never wanted to see you again, he wouldve cut off his friendship with Dustin all those years ago, when you and Margo made it big. Thats what Robin told him, and hed been repeating it as though his life had depended on it ever since.
His thoughts were cut off as the speaker on the television introduced your band. ‘Now or never, I guess’ He thought to himself, as you took the microphone.
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-Los Angeles, California. Two weeks earlier-
“You know, Dustin and everyone back home is going to watch this, right?” Margo, your drummer and right hand woman, had been pestering you about this for about a month. Both worried about how youd feel if Steve saw, and if she messed up and Robin Buckley bore witness to her mistakes.
“Im aware, Margs,” You reached for the next highest tuning peg, “But if you couldnt tell, im kinda trying to tune my guitar here.” You smiled up at her, but she could tell you were nervous.
“If it helps, hes kind of a himbo..” She smirked, causing you to erupt with laughter, and you knew she was right. Even if he did realize the meaning behind the songs, what was he to do about it? Not like youd answer whatever texts or calls he might send. But I guess this part wasnt in mind when you bought tickets to visit his best friend, your little brother, for two weeks.
Soon enough, the stage manager made his way into the dressing rooms, informing you it was time to go.
“Show time~” Margo whispered in your ear, poking the bassist, Ajax, in the back with her drumsticks.
“Fucking quit it Margs-“
“No dont be a baby, lets go asshole.”
“Real mature guys, ill be out in a sec” You called out as they left the room. Before you followed behind them, you quickly grabbed your good luck charms. Sunglasses. A black pair of Ray-bans, to be exact. Its been years, and still you couldnt bring yourself to throw them out. They were the last piece of him you had left.
Besides your fifteen year old brother-
It was mere minutes before you were on the stage. The lights hadnt been turned on yet, but you could hear the crowd murmuring in anticipation. You slung your guitar over your shoulder, hands running up and down the neck nervously, though careful not the hit any strings and risk stray sound. It wasnt long before the announcers voice began booming throughout the stadium.
“NOW WELCOMING” you adjusted the guitar again, barely able to hold onto your pick out of sheer nervousness, “THE CRYSTAL GRACE”
Deep breaths, y/n
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-Hawkins Indiana-
“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP ITS STARTING-“ Dustin screeched from his spot on the couch, waking Steve up from his trance. Hed zoned out halfway through the opening act complaints.
Steves eyes widened at the sight of you. He’d obviously seen pictures of you before. Online, on posters and magazines, splayed across Eddies chest, but somehow this was different. There was no photographer telling you how to pose, or paparazzis in your personal space, it was just you and the band. You were in your element.
He watched intently as you grabbed the microphone in front of you.
“Hi,” you chuckled lightly, full of charm and warmth, “Really quick before we get started, on behalf of myself and the band, id like to say thank you. Thank you for listening, enjoying what we do, and for being here tonight. Thank you to everyone at home watching as well, and to everyone who helped make this happen. Thank you to the man I wrote these songs about. In the great words of Kurt Cobain, “Thank you for the tragedy, I needed it for my art” The crowd went fucking wild, to say the least.
Though the thought of you having found someone else to write songs about left Steve with a weird ache in his chest, he was amazed. He never really understood your way with words, the way you knew how to turn words into art. How you always knew what to say, and were never, ever afraid to say it.
“This first one is called Wet.” The room went silent, and the crowd went as quiet as possible in all of the excitement.
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-Los Angeles-
“All alone in my bedroom, with the lights turned down and the music gone, I know its over still I cling on..” To you, preforming had always felt drastically different than rehearsals. Ever since middle school, when you, Margo, and Robin had gone out for the school plays. Rehearsals were repetitive. You said the same thing over and over until it was perfect. Performing felt more raw.
To you, it was vulnerability. Your innermost thoughts put out to be perceived, mistakes and failures included. Put out into the world for teenage girls to scream their hearts out into. For your first love to hear. For your only love to hear. And you loved it.
“Cause im my own right hand girl, and I dont need anyone but, sometimes i miss your stupid face and your taste and your smoking gun~” On the bear drop, you nodded, hard enough to make the glasses on your head drop down to your face. See, the way you perceived preforming was weird. You wanted him to know.
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-Hawkins-
“Oh my god” Robin murmured under her breath, mesmerized by the performance. Partly because of Margo, partly because of your voice, but mostly because you were wearing Steve Harringtons sunglasses on stage while singing a song about him on television.
Worried about her best friend, Robin looked up at him to see Steve sitting there, brain completely and utterly fried. His eyes were wide, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth hung open slightly. He was analyzing the lyrics.
“Its nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy. Where im all alone and i feel the cold dark earth caressing me. ‘Cus im six feet under nearly, and i dont need anyone, but this wouldnt be the first or last time that both my tears and I have come!” He watched intently as you pulled your glasses- his glasses- down your face and winked for a brief moment.
“Its so depressing how the tearducts in my eyes, are so much wetter than the space between my thighs. Oh oh oh, I can help it thinking about it only makes me cry, it keeps me wett, you know you keep me wet, till i run dry-y-y”
“Shes awesome” Eddie stated, to no one in particular. Steve knew you were good. Everyone did. Your love for performing was no surprise to any of them.
It wasnt long before that song was over, and the next one began. This time, Margo was doing the announcement. The two of you had always been a sort of package deal in that way. ‘The Dave to my Kurt’ youd tell him. He never really knew what that meant, but he pushed you away before he could ask.
“Watching my show the day i come to visit, huh? Couldnt even spring for watching it yesterday? Yall are fake”
Oh shit-
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“NOT COOL HENDERSON JESUS CHRIST,” Eddie clutched his chest rather dramatically, “Youre going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”
“Yeah whatever Munson. Nice shirt.” You smirked at him, before you were bombarded with a hug from Robin. You were practically lifting her off of the ground, she was hugging you so tight.
“Missed you tons Y/n. Tons. Also, by any chance did you happen to, i don’t know this is kind of a shot in the dark, but did you bri-“
“Yes, I brought Margs, Rob, keep it in your pants” Her cheeks went pink, but she played it off like she had to sneeze. This was when you were approached by Dustin, his entourage not far behind him. He had nearly grown to your height. Last time youd seen him, he had to be maybe 11 or 12, and it was hard not to feel guilty about leaving. Dustin had seen you as some sort of higher life form for the majority of his life, and one day you- his fucking hero- just up and left. Sure you went on to make him and Mom proud, but it still really hurt sometimes, you know?
“Hey y/n” His voice cracked, and he quickly cleared his throat so you wouldnt hear it. “Missed you” You could tell he was trying to play it cool. Trying to show you that he grew up and matured just like everyone else, nearly rubbing it in your face that he didnt need you to help raise him. Nearly.
“Come here, asshole”. You pulled the latter into a tight hug, that lasted a few moments. It wasnt until you broke off the hug and said hey to the others that you made eye contact with Steve. He smiled at you, all crooked and adorable like always. It was infuriating.
Nobody ever really tells you how to act when your brothers best friend just happens to be the first man youd ever loved. And to make it even worse, its been four years and hes still the only man youve ever loved.
Unsure of how to act, you gave Steve half of a smile, careful not to give him as much of a reaction as you initially had wanted to, scared that youd slip up in some way. Before either of you could say anything, Margo entered the room loudly, Robin clinging onto her arm.
“So was nobody going to fucking help me?? Jesus, Steve this is Y/n, Y/n this is Steve. Youve met before assholes enough with the longing stares. Come on Harrington I need help with the amps.” Well, at least Margo knew how to dissipate an awkward situation.
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Steve had no idea how to act around you. After all, what could he say. ‘Sorry for leaving you for your brothers best friends sister, who also happens to be a friend of yours. Hope it didnt make anything awkward for you. We cool?’ Steve just didnt have a way with words like you did. Contrary to popular belief, Steve had a lot going on in that pretty head of his, he either just didnt want to, or genuinely could not voice it.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Steve Harrington?”
“Whatd I do this time, Johnson?”
“Come on, really? You know what you did Steve, and so do they.” Margo gestured to you. The girl sure did know how to hold a grudge, but she was well within her rights to be pissed off.
Steve told you he couldnt love you anymore. You knew it was total bullshit and so did Margo.
Steve grabbed the handle of the amplifier, pulling it out of the trunk of Margos car. Sure hed made a choice he was less than proud of, but he wasnt about to grow up and accept the consequences like an adult. Bold of anyone to assume he would.
“Seriously thiygh, Steve. I care about Y/n. Talk this out with them, even if they say they dont want to speak with you or that they dont want to hear it, I promise they do.” Margo stated, being serious for probably the first time since Steve had known her, before walking off with the large guitar case in her hands.
You and Steve had made eye contact as you walked past him, and as hard as he tried to read you, the intense lack of emotion toward him you displayed really hit close to home. Steve nearly stumbled to the ground, the weight of his emotion and fear, and the amp, overwhelming him, but he forced himself forward instead, keeping his gaze ahead of him.
Margo, for once, was right. You guys had to talk it out. That was the only way to find peace in the situation, and maybe even emerge as friends. He knew it was a stretch, but if you were going to be visiting, the boy only had two options. See, and ignore you, as you had been ignoring him, or be a fucking adult and talk with his ex girlfriend about the fact that theyd broken up. And there was no way in hell he was going to let you leave again, feeling unwelcome in your own home for something that was nobodys fault but his own. He couldnt let you, or Dustin, down like that.
A/n: This is kinda crappy but i kinda like it.. the song is Wet by Dazey and the Scouts btw. TY FOR READING🫶🏾 Part two will come out soon enough<333
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#Stevie#steve harrington fanfic#fanfiction#henderson!reader#x reader#lovesick!steve harrington
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