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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) || ch. III

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,375

Warnings: 8-year age gap, big flashback of bromance between Tae and JK, slight drunkenness, family drama in-laws, imperfect relationship with parents, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, mentions of therapy, kookie trying to be a good husband, needy kook 😶

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: chapter 3 is here! I know its so short 😩 but I promise it sets up the next chapters really well! Also, I wanted to get into jk's background a little this time, his undergrad days, and Taehyung of course. It's a big leap but they're older now so...meh. Tysm for everyone's patience! 💞

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There weren’t many people Jungkook envied in his life. He was 34 years old, had top-notch experience as an economist within the business and legal sphere, and taught at one of the finest universities in South Korea. He also earned his Ph.D by the time he hit 30, which was undoubtedly the cherry on top.

But if there was one person who could shake the ground from under his feet it would be Kim Taehyung.

The pair met during undergrad through mutual friends. Jungkook had been invited to an off-campus party his first year and Taehyung was an unexpected third party. The man was so put together that it was as if Michelangelo himself reached down and sculpted him from the clay.

16 years ago

“Hi,” a low, baritone voice rumbles. “I’m Taehyung.” He sticks his hand out, waiting for a shake. He’s a little timid but mostly stands upright with a few pieces of his caramel hair falling over his eyes.

Jungkook chuckles at Taehyung’s stark formality. “What’s up, man!” He slaps Taehyung’s hand casually. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Taehyung reeks of sophistication and has the most annoyingly gorgeous face. His boxy grin could charm the pants off anyone who was two feet from him. Hell, even Jungkook feels a little starstruck by him.

Though barely acquaintances, it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to realize they are on opposite ends of the same stick.

Taehyung comes from a wealthy upper-class family. They have four mansions plus a beach house. Every Christmas, he goes to Italy to visit his aunt and uncle. For his 18th birthday, Taehyung got a brand-new Corvette, red with black rims. Everyone wants to be him…everyone wants a piece of Kim Taehyung.

But underneath the surface of his flashy lifestyle is something oddly endearing. Jungkook can’t quite put his finger on it but as the night goes on, he enjoys the man’s company. Taehyung seems to latch onto him as well which shocks both of them to the core.

“Seriously hyung,” Jungkook slurrs. “I don’t know why you’re hanging around me this whole night when you could be getting off with one of the fifty girls who’ve come up to you. Are you playing it cool are you really a loner or something?”

Taehyung snatches the beer bottle from the younger’s hand. “That’s enough drinking for one night Jungkook. You’re about to pass out, I can tell.”

“I’ll decide when I’ve had enough.” Jungkook grabs the bottle back, taking a big slug before wiping his mouth off with his arm. “Something to know about me Taetae. I live by the work hard, play hard kinda philosophy.”

Taehyung cringes at the pet name but chalks it up to Jungkook being off his rocker. “That’s the type of philosophy that’s gotten my family to spend millions on useless crap. It’s fun for a while but it never lasts. I don’t recommend it Jungkook.”

Jungkook snorts. “So you are a loner huh? Because my parents have been stuck in the same loop for years. All work, no play. It’s caused them both to lose every hair on their head. Do you wanna lose your hair by the time you’re 45 Tae? I wouldn’t think so with those luscious locks of yours. Bet some chick would love to yank on them while–”

“I’m not a loner.” Taehyung interrupts, feeling a surge of embarrassment creep up his cheeks. He knows the looks people shot at him and while he didn’t entirely hate it, it always took more than it gave. All he wanted in those moments was to retreat into himself with his paints. Taehyung loved art and like many, found it therapeutic. “I’m not a loner,” he repeats. “I’m just not interested.”

“Sure you’re not buddy.” Jungkook gives a nod but remains largely unconvinced. “But you didn’t answer my question. Why you hanging around me? I’m not that cool ‘cause if I weren’t here, I’d be at the library right now with my nose in the books. Economics doesn’t slap all the time you know.”

Taehyung is silent for a moment before answering.

“I feel like a normal person with you," he starts. "Everyone looks at me like I’m some spoiled golden boy who they can get a free ticket of off if they talk sweet. And yeah, I’m aware of the advantages I’ve had…the struggles most people have that I don’t. But I’m still a real person that wants what most people do...purpose, belonging, someone that just gets them.”

Taehyung takes a breath before continuing.

"I really fucking love painting. It’s my heartbeat honest to god and I’m tired of being looked at as merely an object of someone’s unfulfilled wishes and desires. I like that I don’t need to worry about that with you. I think...we come from different backgrounds but we’re cut from the same cloth Jungkookie. Oh, are you-are you crying?”

“Fucking beautiful Taetae. You’re straight out of Vanity Fair you know that? I’m more of a Forbes magazine guy myself though.”

Taehyung throws Jungkook a puzzled look. Is he being condescending or is this just the booze talking?

“‘Cause I’m a small-town boy with great ambition, intelligence, and gall? We covered this earlier man, keep up!” Jungkook emphasizes his words, hands flying about.

“Right,” Taehyung joins in, recalling the conversation. “You’re father is an analyst for the city and your mom’s an accountant. They want you to get a job nearby after graduation but you don’t want to because–“

“Because it’s too small, boring, set in its traditional ways, and I for one am not fucking with it.” Jungkook sends Taehyung a lopsided grin. “You got a pretty good memory man. Maybe we can be friends after all.”

“I’m so glad,” Taehyung drawls, a slight trace of sarcasm. Jungkook doesn’t notice, however, too busy staring at the strobe lights dancing across the ceiling.

“Hey!” he suddenly pipes up, eyes wider than before. "What are you doing next Friday?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Why?”

“I got this boring family reunion to go to. Happens every year. I don’t wanna go but my parents force me to. You wanna come?”

Taehyung hesitates. “A family reunion? I know I said we’re cut from the same cloth, but we’re not…related Jungkook.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll ask my parents if I can bring a friend. They won’t give a shit as long as I’m there. Also, I heard from my brother that Ha-Yun’s gonna be there.”

“And Ha-Yun is…?”

“Some girl that my parents want to set me up with. Family friend’s daughter. I went to high school with her.”

“So you think that if I’m there I can be your right-hand man or something? Make you look good in front of your future wife?”

“Fuck no. I’m hoping she’ll go to you instead.” Jungkook laughs when he sees the color draining from Taehyung’s face. “It’s nothing against her bro. She isn’t weird or anything. I say this lightly but, I just don’t wanna go out with her and she’s not my type.”

“I’ll think about clearing my schedule for this but I’m not being your meat on a stick,” Taehyung seethes. “But since we’re on this topic, what is your type?”

“Mm, not sure.” Jungkook shrugs. “Someone who’s unexpecting I guess. Like you shouldn’t be together because it's outside of the usual. But you can’t help it. You gotta have this person or it’s over. What about you?”

“Easy,” Taehyung mutters. “I like artists.”

“Artists huh? Like you? Well, I guess I can understand.” Jungkook smirks before leaning his head back against the couch. “One day, I’ll find an artist for you Tae. I promise.”

Oh, the irony.

present

“Jungkook, stop! I need to get up.” You struggle in his arms, biting back a grin. Jungkook has you in a locked position. His hard chest presses close against your back and his leg hugs your body.

“Mm,” he groans. “It’s not time yet.”

“Yes, it is. Also, you’re nearly suffocating me.”You wiggle your body but to no avail. Your husband always tends to get needier as the school year approaches.

"I just don't want you out of my arms yet. Is that a crime now?"

No. No it's not, you sigh to yourself. By this time next week, you’ll be waking up to an empty bed. "Okay." You glance at the alarm clock. "Ten minutes and then I really need to get ready for work."

"Fifteen," Jungkook mumbles.

"Twelve."

"Thirteen."

"No. It's twelve or I'm going now." Jungkook gives a cute grunt and tightens his grip. He really doesn't want you to leave this morning.

"Fine," he says. "Twelve. But we're snuggling again tonight."

"Jungkook. Can't. Breathe." Being spooned by your husband is nice but this isn't spooning anymore. He's completely cacooning himself over you. As soon you feel him shift his weight off you, hand loosening from your waist, your ribs hum in relief.

After what seems like three minutes of complete silence you decide to bite the bullet and ask the question that's been on your mind for the last couple of days.

"Um Jungkook?"

"Yeah?"

"When we went to get ice cream the other night. There was something that happened...to you." You're uneasy bringing it up but you can't shake your concern. When Jungkook saw the little girl with her dad, he went into a bit of a trance. He didn't talk, didn't move, and was pretty numb to your presence all together.

"Oh god," Jungkook groans. "I was hoping you didn't notice but you're my wife so I guess it's fine."

Crap. Was this a sore subject for him? You twist your head over your shoulder, just enough for your ear to be near his lips. You're in high alert now. "Why weren't you hoping I noticed?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's embarrassing." Jungkook smacks his lips before continuing. "But do we really have to talk about it? Spilling ice cream on my shirt at 34 isn't something I really wanna relive through early morning conversations."

Oh he thinks....of course he thinks that's what you're refering to.

"I'm not talking about you being clumsy Jungkook. I'm talking about the little girl with the ribbons. When she was with her dad, you kinda went a little frozen."

Jungkook doesn't reply immediately so you prod him a little. "I just wanna know if everything was alright. I suppose with our current situation I get it if it hit you in a sort of way. Good or bad, whatever the feeling was, you can tell–"

"They seemed happy is all," he croaks, voice dropping an octave. "The kind of happy that makes someone's entire soul stop, I guess. Like they had something special that no one else could. Does that make sense?"

If you look down you think you'll see goosebumps. The words coming from your husband's mouth are, at most, mumbles but they aren't coming from a place of unease or hesitation. Instead they allude to something warm, wholesome, and new.

"Yeah of course, it makes perfect sense. I had a similar experience when I met Si-woo. The way his face light up when he saw his mom comforted me but I felt envious too. Is that wrong of me?"

"Not at all. I think it's a natural response when you see something you want but don't currently have. You know, there was one thing that popped in my thoughts while I watched that father and his daughter..."

"Hm?"

"I thought, maybe I'll be happy too. If we actually have a kid, we'll be happy together like them or something." Yawning, he continues. "I dunno, honey. Kinda sleepy still so if I fall asleep I love you and I hope work goes well. But we can keep talking if you want."

You untuck your hand from under your head and close it over your husband's arm; the one draped around your waist.

Hope. Real hope.

"Dammit why won't you open?!" Jungkook bangs the jar on the side of the kitchen counter. He's been trying to get it open for the last five minutes. With you at work, it's his turn to prepare dinner.

"Take a breath kid," Yoongi says from the other line of the phone.

Jungkook ignores him of course, continuing beat the shit out of the jar in his hand. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. You stupid jar!"

"Kid!" Yoongi tries again, this time grumbling. "Stop doing that and go get a butter knife or something to hit the side of the lid with. It'll pop right off and I won't sue you for making me go deaf."

"Hyung–"

"Oh I thought you didn't call anyone that anymore. Now that you're a real boy and all. With big boy things." Jungkook shakes his head, hearing the older man snort through the speaker.

"You been talking to Taehyung?" That big mouth, he's become as bad as Jimin. What happened to the more reserved Tae he met in undergrad. He likes him better than this new, cocky mf.

"He may have slipped out a thing or two. But I'm glad to see you're still scared shitless of me that you'll keep calling me hyung."

Jungkook slams the jar on the counter, having enough. "Why the fuck did you call hyung? Can't you tell I'm a little busy right now."

Yoongi chuckles. "Alright I'll stop picking on you. I need a favor. The wife and I want to go out just the two of this weekend. I know you got your professor duties starting but would you and __ be willing to look after our gremlins for a couple hours Saturday?"

"Uh–I'm gonna have to talk to __ about this but maybe?" You and him have babysat for Yoongi's twins a handful of times before. They get a little rowdy but it's been mostly fine. Jungkook's not sure if either of you have the energy or time this weekend though. "I thought you usually got a babysitter."

"Yeah, usually but they're unable to this weekend. I'm hoping this time the babysitter will be you and __. We won't be long but we'd really appreciate it if you guys could do this for us. Could you maybe let me know by Thursday if you can?" Yoongi waits for an answer.

"Yeah alright," Jungkook finally responds. "I'll talk to __ about it when she gets home. No promises though." Jungkook wipes the sweat from his brow. It was a little hot in the kitchen. "Listen Yoongi, I gotta get back to prepping dinner but thanks for that tip about opening the–"

"Jungkook! Hello?" A familiar but muffled voice hollers from the front door. "Are you home?" The door bell is pressed continually without rest.

"Uh my ears," Yoongi pipes. "Who the hell is at your door?"

Jungkook walks towards the front of the house, peaking out the window. What the fuck are those two doing here? "Damn it, I gotta go hyung. My parents have decided to pay an unexpected visit." Before Yoongi has time to reply, Jungkook ends the call.

fuckfuckfuckfuck, he repeats under his breath. Could they not have called beforehand? It's a friggen' ten hour drive. Did someone die or something? Why are they here?

"We can hear you Kookie," Jungkook's mother coos in a sing-songy tone. "No one died. We just wanted to see you and __."

Jungkook opens the front door, not even caring if his face shows he's pissed off. "Mother it'd be nicer if you, I don't know. Planned these things?!"

"I told you," Jungkook's father grippes. "I told you woman, didn't I? We should have called. You never listen to me!"

"Oh shut up you goat," Jungkook's mother pushes her way through the door and into the house. "My son loves me and he's happy to see me." She wraps her arms around Jungkook's waist and presses her cheek against his arm.

"Yeah," his father steps in the house. "He's just jumping with joy with that silly apron on. C'mon, he was obviously in the middle of something. Ugh I'm sorry son. Your mother is, well, you know how she is." He slips out of his shoes and shuffles to the kitchen. "Whatcha cooking anyway? Something good I bet."

Jungkook rubs his face in agitation. __ is not gonna like coming home to his parents running around the house.

"You're not mad at me are you?" His mother lifts her chin, big doe eyes just like his own. "We just missed you and we figured you'll be busy with teaching soon so...we just decided to drive down last night."

Trying to smile, Jungkook brings his arm around her. "No, no I'm not mad. I'm glad to see you and __ will be too."

"Jungkook, why the hell are your parents here?" You force yourself to keep a low voice. Your in-laws were steps away and they had the sharpest pair of ears you knew. You didn't want them to hear a single beat.

Your husband pulls at his hair, pacing small circles around the bedroom. "Trust me, I didn't invite them. They just showed up. I don't even know why they're here besides they just wanted to. I'm really sorry."

You yank your silk blouse over your head, tossing it in the hamper. "I love your parents but you're gonna need to tell them this can't be happening." You change into a basic t-shirt and jeans. "I know they're probably a little lonely with you and your brother so far away but I'd be a far better host with some pre-warnings."

"I know. Mom's just so-" Jungkook pauses, scratching his head. "Persistant...and dad will do whatever she wants."

"Look I get it. Saying no is hard when they just want to see us. But what if we had something going on tonight?"

"You're right, you're right," he sighs. "I'll try bringing it up to them."

"Anything else new happen while I was gone?" You mean it as a joke. You really do. Jungkook gives you a look that says yes though. Excellent.

"Well, uh...Yoongi hyung asked if we could babysit Saturday. Him and the Mrs want to go out but thier regular babysitter isn't available that night."

Groaning, your shoulders slope down. "Wha–uh at this rate why the hell not? I was just looking for more things to do."

"Honey," Jungkook makes his way over to you. "We don't have to if–"

"You guys still in there?!" Jungkook's mother intrudes, pounding on the door. "You better not be having coitus! Though grandchildren would be nice if that were to ever be in the cards."

"Coitus?" You mouth silently. Jungkook's parents were a little old fashioned sure but who the heck still says coitus?

"We'll be out in a second. Can you and dad set the table?" Jungkook responds, girmacing at his mothers word choice.

"Okay but wrap it up in there. I'm only here for two days. I wanna see my beautiful daughter in-law!"

You and Jungkook immediately exchange a slack-jawed expression. "What?" With the door thrown open, your husband's eyeborws furrow. "Mom you can't be serious."

"Oh don't look so worried!" The older woman lets out a restrained chuckle. "We're not gonna stay in the house with you or anything. We got a hotel. But ten hours is a long drive and I really wanted to see you. Your father and I don't hear from you often and you didn't come to the last family reunion. What do you expect us to do? Just not see our son?"

"Please don't say it like that Mom," Jungkook combs his fingers through his hair, teeth grinding together. "You know that __ and I are–"

"Always happy to see you!" You rush next to your husband who's startled by your sudden change in demeanor. "Jungkook's just been a little anxious about returning to the university. But we'd love to spend a couple to days with you and dad. Let's start with dinner!"

You usher everyone down the hall and towards the dining room. Jungkook's mother is filled to the brim with joy while your husband slightly, actually very, concerned.

A/N: Apologies for any editing errors! Also close to adding some spicy stuff but we gonna wait on that a little longer 😉 Lmk what you think and if you wanna join taglist comment or send an ask. Thanks!! 😙💗

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daceydeath · 11 months

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That Fine Line Between

Pairing: Seungmin x reader Word Count: 2.6K Genre: Smut, Angst �� Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, sex (both protected and not), degradation, breath play (choking), oral sex (f receiving), fingering.

They say there is a fine line between pleasure and pain but there is also a line between having feelings for someone and those feelings driving you insane.

For my beloved @krishastumblernow

"Such a fucking bitch all the time what would everyone think watching you fall apart on my cock huh?" Seungmin growled snapping his hips into you even harder making you whine.

"God how did such a perfect cunt end up in such a fucking useless bitch" he continued to degrade you harshly as his fingers came up to wrap around your throat and pin you to the large mirror behind the bathroom counter.

This is how it always went you would show up to a party hoping he wouldn't be there, hoping he wouldn't give you the best sex of your life served alongside his hateful vitriol. He was quiet and sweet to everyone but you, he hated you and he had made that clear to you, he wanted to fuck you full then not see or speak to you again until the next time him he pushed you against a wall and fucked you stupid all over again. You didn't hate Seungmin it was the opposite really you thought he was stupidly handsome and funny and to begin with the harsh words and names helped to work you up but they got more hateful and colder as your hook ups increased to the point that you didn't even want to go to parties unless you thought he might not be there or you were with your friends.

"Seung...min" you gasped tears forming in your eyes as he roughly pushed his face into your shoulder mouthing at the fabric to quieten himself.

"Aww does the little dirty whore need more?" his eyes were closed as he squeezed the sides of your throat slightly his panting getting louder in your ear. You sniffed softly your voice failing you making him stop his movements instantly and slide himself from you carefully.

"Shit did I hurt you" he whispered cupping your face gently and checking your throat for finger marks.

"I need to stop, I can't do this" you sobbed out covering your face as tears fell down your cheeks.

"Alright, that's totally fine, are you sure I didn't hurt you? I can take you to the hospital if you need me to" He swallowed hard pulling the condom off his rapidly softening dick and yanking his jeans back up before helping you pull your dress back into place so that you were covered.

"Why are you being nice to me now?" you sniffed again looking down so he couldn't see your face as the tears kept falling from your eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be nice to you? You let me have you like this every time we see each other, I don't understand" He mumbled helping you from the counter to stand on your slightly wobbly legs.

"You hate me, you have made that pretty clear" you wiped your nose and dabbed your eyes with the tissue he had handed to you.

"I absolutely do not hate you" He starred at you wide eyed before taking you hand in his large one and dragging you from the bathroom, through the party and out to his car ignoring the cat calls that followed you both "get in I'll take you home and we can talk".

"Why so you can tell me I'm useless, that you would have loved it if I was someone else, that I'm just a whore" you mumbled but still going along with him as he held the door open for you. You couldn't see his face but the silence that followed your words was louder than you expected.

"For a start I don't hate you, I mean do you really think I would hook up with you every chance I get if I hated you?" He asked sounding sad "and the things I say while we are together, I don't mean them, surely you know I don't mean them. You liked it the first time so I kept it up I thought it was just a thing you were into" his face was flushed pink in embarrassment as he started the car.

"If you don't hate me why do you never acknowledge me outside of pulling me into bathrooms and spare rooms? We have two lectures together and you have never once even looked at me" you looked out the windscreen waiting for him to take off so you could go home.

"I didn't think you would want me to, you don't let me kiss your mouth, you just leave as soon as were done there isn't a goodbye or anything. I thought you just wanted the sex" he sighed defeated "Where do you want me to take you?" you turned back to see the sorrow on his face, it looked so genuine and he looked so much like a lost little boy you couldn't stop yourself from cupping his face in your hand.

"My apartment is on 6th Street" you mumbled pulling at the hem off your dress. It only took another five minutes to get to your apartment but the silence between you was so loud it felt like it might deafen you. Pulling his car in a few cars down from your place he got out of the car to open your door for you carefully taking your hand in his to do so.

"Please I want to talk about this, I can't deal with the idea I'm leaving you here in pain. I need to try to fix this feeling between us" he whispered you nodded blindly as he locked his car and followed you inside, staying quiet while he followed you up the first flight of stairs and into your home.

"Did you want some water or anything?" you swallowed hard watching him take his shoes off and step into your sanctuary, the one place in your world until now he hadn't tainted.

"No, I'm fine" he nodded as you went and sat on the couch waiting for him to tell you whatever it was he wanted before he left and you could go to bed and cry yourself to sleep.

"I don't hate you, I would never have touched you if I hated you, I thought you liked it when I was rough with you and called you names" he sighed looking at the floor.

"I liked it when what you said wasn't so cruel, no one wants to be told they are useless and a disgusting whore or that its a shame that it's me your fucking" you felt the tears stinging your eyes again so you looked to the hands in your lap.

"I'm sorry baby, I thought that I had to make it bigger and bigger each time so you wouldn't get bored. I fucked it all up didn't I?" he groaned sadly "You are already too good for me and the fact that you even let me near you was more than I deserved and now all I've done was hurt you and I never wanted that, I swear. Fuck I am so in love with you and I've hurt you". He hung his head before turning to leave "I'm so sorry".

"You love me?" you blurted out as he reached the entry way to put his shoes back on.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to tell you that either, I'm an idiot just ignore me" he mumbled still going to put his shoes on.

"I like you too Seungmin, a lot, that's why I'm upset" you babbled quickly "I thought I couldn't keep doing this knowing that my feelings were growing for you and thinking you hated me". He turned towards you his eyes wide as you fiddled with one of the rings on your finger not brave enough to keep looking at him. Walking fast across the room he pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you to his chest like his life depended on it.

"Be mine, please, I'll treat you so well, so much better than I have" he whispered against your hair as his fingers dug into your skin slightly.

"Seung" you breathed unsure if this was all now just a fever dream.

"I'll show you how much I love you then" he continued his hands sliding up your sides to cup your face slowly pressing his lips to your softly and sighing as you wound your fingers into the fabric of his shirt "Decide after I have shown you how much I love you".

He let his hands trail back down to your sides moving them slowly to touch and feel every inch of you he could pausing only when he came to you breasts which he squeezed gently teasing your now hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress.

"If you want me to stop I will, I don't want to hurt you" he murmured against your lips pressing them back to yours when you didn't move to stop him, his tongue ran across the seam of your lips silently asking for permission which you gave him opening your lips for his tongue to slide against yours sensually as your hands mapped his chest and shoulders. You whimpered softly against his lips making him squeeze your hips slightly pulling you even closer to his body.

"I want to make you feel so good baby" he mumbled against your jaw as he kissed his way to your throat "Will you let me make it up to you?" you nodded your head before letting it fall back exposing more of your throat to him.

"Where's your bedroom baby?" he whispered kissing his way along your collarbone.

"That door" you gasped as he nipped your skin softly teeth grazing lightly across your exposed flesh. Seungmin let you move the pair of you to your room his hands never leaving your body his lips pressed to the side of your throat until he paused beside your bed his fingers on the zipper that held your dress up. You didn't immediately understand then it dawned out you although he had fucked you a dozen times he had never undressed you, never seen you totally bare for him it was always just removed underwear and hiked up skirts.

"Can I? Will you let me see all of you this time?" he whispered reverently his eyes gazing at you adoringly, your heart melted as you saw how soft his eyes had grown looking at you. You smiled helping him to start pulling down your dress zipper and slide the straps down your shoulders allowing it to eventually fall to the floor and pool at your feet.

"You are so beautiful" Seungmin breathed taking in your body now clad only in your underwear.

"You really think that?" you murmured pulling him back in to kiss him again making him nod into the kiss his hands moving to undo the buttons on his shirts and tug off his pants to leave him as undressed as you.

"You're gorgeous, incredible and so fucking sexy" groaned softly punctuating each word with a kiss as he kissed his way down your neck to your chest his large hands cupping and massaging your breasts his thumbs dragging slowly across your nipples. You hummed with pleasure your own hands mapping his chest the muscles tensing beneath your fingertips as you dragged them down from his shoulders across his pecs and down to his abs.

He moved slowly to lower you to your bed hovering above you he unlatched your bra as he went so he could finally taste some of the skin you had always kept hidden from him, his tongue tracing around the pink bud before sucking it between his lips. Your gasps and soft noises only moved to spur him on one of his hands snaking down your abdomen to slide inside your underwear teasingly running a finger up and down your slit.

"Seungmin" you sighed your breath increasing at his ministrations his lips moving from one of your nipples to the other before kissing and nibbling his way down to your hips sucking a mark into the soft flesh there. Hooking his fingers under your underwear he helped to shimmy them down your legs leaving you completely bare to him for the first time since you started hooking up. Seungmin grinned roguishly at you before leaning in and licking a long teasing stripe between your folds making you moan softly. He began his agonizingly slow pace of flicking and sucking on your clit then lapping at your entrance his tongue pressing inside you to taste the essence from your plush walls. You could feel the warmth in your belly starting to spread as he slipped the first finger into you hooking it slightly to find the perfect spongy spot within you making you whine as he brushed against it again and again eventually adding another finger.

"Let go for me baby I promise I will give you another one" He whispered huskily his voice making you feel like your body was on fire. He went back you teasing your clit with his tongue before you fell over the edge of your orgasm calling his name loudly.

"Seungmin, please I need you" you gasped your legs still shaking from the intensity of how hard you had just cum on his face. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and moved away from you to pull his boxers down his legs.

"Baby, you sure?" He almost growled watching you panting on the bed legs still spread for him your perfect wet pussy on full display for him, you whined nodding holding your arms out to him to pull him towards you "I don't want to hurt you".

"You wont hurt me Seung" you begged as you watched him give in and crawl back between your thighs his cock rock hard and leaking precum making you more desperate for him.

Seungmin slowly slid himself inside you filling you until it was almost too much but you still felt like it was not enough you needed all of him. Cupping your face he kissed you tenderly gently rocking his hips against yours grinding his pelvic bone again you sending sparks through your clit again.

"You feel so fucking tight baby" he groaned deeply taking your hand in his to intertwine your fingers together against the mattress as he continued to love you.

"Seungmin" you mewled rolling your hips against him trying to chase the second high that was already building in your core.

"I got you baby, my pretty baby, let me make you feel good" he moaned picking up his pace to snap his hips against you a little faster as you voice grew breathier.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this" he panted into your ear pushing you over the edge again and letting out an almost pornographic moan as your vision went white. Seungmin followed you unable to hold out with how perfectly your walls were squeezing him, he painted your walls with hot ropes of cum.

"I'm sorry I was hoping to give you three" he breathed hard slipping himself out of you and reaching for the tissues on your bedside table to help you clean yourself up a bit.

"Maybe we could try that in the morning?" you whispered biting your lip as you looked up at him "You could always stay".

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for being an absolute fuckwit?" he smiled brilliantly laying beside you and pulling you into his arms.

"Maybe" you yawned your head laying on his naked chest as he pulled the blankets around you.

"I will never hurt you again I swear it" he whispered into the crown of your head and your eyes grew heavy and sleep took you.

a/n: Thank you again for reading and all your support you mean the world to me you wonderful humans, and just like always all your comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated and cherished xx

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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For the WIP guessing game: alien

"Hey, would it be okay if I asked Tim to have sex with me sometime?" Kon asks, and Tim blinks and looks up from his seat on the couch and the case files cleverly disguised as Wayne Enterprise files he's currently reviewing on his laptop, because it sounds like Kon just said–

"Um, what?" Bernard says, staring blankly at Kon from the opposite side of the kitchen island, where he's doing college homework while Kon is elbow-deep in the dishes. Staring blankly at Conner, technically. Seeing as Bernard does not know Kon's actual name, or that he's Superboy, or that Tim is Robin, or–"Why?"

"I dunno," Kon replies with a careless shrug, turning over the empty glass in his hands. A minute ago there was orange juice in it, because it's ten AM and they just ate Bernard's very nicely-made brunch. "I just wanna try it, I guess."

"What, having sex with a guy?" Bernard assumes, looking mildly puzzled but at least not offended, which is good because Tim does not want to have to defuse this situation and doesn't even know how he would without being able to say "technically Conner is a superhero with unfathomably complicated alien DNA who was made in a cloning tube by an evil billionaire and an ethically dubious lab full of crazy people and he has some very, very weird understandings of conventional social norms like not just randomly asking your best friend's boyfriend for permission to fuck him". It just does not seem like it would go well. At all.

"Uh," Kon says. "Just . . . sex, actually."

Tim . . . blinks.

"You've had sex before," he says reflexively.

"No," Kon says, not looking at him or Bernard or anything but the empty glass he's washing. Tim frowns in confusion.

"You've told me you've had sex before," he half-protests in bemusement. Not that Kon doesn't frequently talk a big game, but he doesn't usually outright lie like that. Like, not unless it's to supervillains. Or Superman. Or–

He doesn't usually lie to him, is what Tim means.

. . . does he?

"I was lying," Kon says, putting the rinsed glass in the drying rack; picking up the next one. Tim has to reorient his whole entire view of the whole entire multiverse over their brunch dishes and Bernard's homework and his own disguised case files. "I mean–kinda."

"How do you 'kinda' lie about having sex?" Bernard asks skeptically. "That seems very black or white, as a thing."

"I don't know if getting raped counts," Kon says, just barely frowning. "Does it?"

Tim drops his laptop. It cracks against the coffee table and hits the floor. He doesn't even try to catch it.

"Oh," Bernard says.

"Sorry," Kon says, just looking fixedly at the glass he's very, very carefully scrubbing clean. "This is–weird and very fucked up, actually, I–"

"Who?" Tim cuts in, reflexive and useless and the least helpful thing to say or do, probably, but–

"Uh," Kon says to the dishes. "Well. Kay. And some . . . other people, I guess. But mostly her."

"'Mostly,'" Tim echoes numbly. Kon rinses the glass. Puts it in the drying rack. Picks up a plate.

Tim wants to throw up. Or break something. Like Knockout's face.

"Uh," Kon says, still talking to the dishes. "When I was–when I lived in–there were just some parties, sometimes, that my, uh, guardian back before I really knew you would have us go to, and once or twice . . . uh, just, I was kinda a lightweight at that age, so . . ."

"That age" being only a year old at best, Tim is very, very aware. And prior to the Kryptonian physiology coming in, while only physically in his mid-teens. Which means Kon could've gotten drunk or drugged very easily and lost the defense of his TTK, and . . .

Tim has no idea where Rex Leech is or what he's doing, but he's going to find out and make him regret his entire life.

#kon el #tim drake #bernard dowd #timkon #timberkon #timbern #superboy #dc robin #rinfic #rape mention #qwertynerd97 #wip: kon is not a virgin

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ahhhwomen · 9 months

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Plan Set in Motion

Trigger Happy AU

Part 4

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Now things will finally start being put into action, heed the warnings people… Like seriously, I can’t believe I wrote this. This shit is deeply disturbing. (Also please tell me how yall feel about Natasha in this one. ≖‿≖ ) Sorry about the late update, life be wild ಥ‿ಥ

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 4: Allusions to heavy pet play, kidnapping, Mommy kink, pure violence, drugging, angst, framed murder, deeply obsessive behavior, a lot of blood, death

Summary: Officer Wanda has waited long enough, it's time for you to be hers. Even if that means getting rid of a few people on the way…

Word Count: 3323

Jessica never came home.

You had been a ball of stress when you woke the next day, after the coach incident. There had been no reply to any of the texts you sent her the day before. You even called her useless boyfriend in the morning, but still, nothing.

Jessica had always been a wild one. She was always trying to drag you into something, whether it be, parties, hangouts, or bizarre new activities. She had lured you into going bungee jumping with her once. She had complained about how no one wanted to try her new thing and how she was sick of going on road trips alone since this thing of hers was 3 hours away. You knew it was a trap, but nonetheless, after a week of complaints, you went with her.

She still makes fun of how she had to drag you out of her car when you saw what she had been insinuating.

One never really knew what she was up to. Yet, you had this feeling deep in your gut that told you to find her.

So that’s what you would do.

When you collided with someone, you had been running out the door, one foot barely in your shoe. Officer Maximoff was paying her visit. You can’t believe it was just this morning, it feels like ages ago, as you lay in the back of her car. Numb.

“Woah there, where are you going pretty girl?” Wanda smirked down at you.

The interview.

In your panicked frenzy, you had completely forgotten. You almost stumbled over yourself as you tried to string a sentence together while pushing past her. Too much was happening, and her arrival had not helped your messy state of mind. “I'm sorry Officer I have to reschedule,” she frowned, “I have to find my friend. So, if you can excuse me I just have to-“ You were almost past her when she repositioned herself in front of you, standing still as steel.

Her hands took hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly, grounding you. “Calm down,” she fixed you with a stern but comforting look “What was that about your friend?” At the time you didn’t catch onto the malice in her tone as she dragged the word out, ‘friend’.

You know better now.

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Wanda had been scolded by her commanding officer when she packed up to go interrogate you, especially since she was going without her ‘partner’. They both knew there was no reason to, but Wanda wasn’t going to let some mild annoyance stop her. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Plus, Jessica`s whining was starting to piss her off, big time.

“I'm just being thorough Romanoff,” Natasha looked unimpressed. They had been good friends since college. When they realized they were complete opposites in all sense but one.

Wanda had been quiet and preserved, while Natasha was the star student and outgoing. Their shared interests came to light when they had been paired up for a project in science.

They were in the middle of discussing two different methods of accomplishing their end goal when Wanda pulled out her notebook to scribble something down. However, it wasn’t until Natasha let out a gasp of surprise that she looked down. She had opened her sketchbook, a book that was filled with drawings from her perverted mind. This time she had opened the page where a woman was withering on the floor with a boot pressing into her chest and a collar around her neck.

Wanda tried to explain in a flurry, but Natasha had stopped her and shared that she had similar interests and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They had fooled around a little after that, but quickly realized they both wanted submission from their other half and stayed good friends instead.

As they grew older, they both became more corrupt and would often discuss how they wanted to have someone so completely that they couldn’t function without them. To own them no matter the price. It was by chance that they ended up at the same station, but that wasn’t going to stop Wanda from taking advantage of it.

Wanda ran her hands down her jacket as Natasha made her opinion heard with just a simple scrunch of her eyebrows. “Don’t scrutinize me Tash, your just jealous you couldn’t claim her first.” The other redhead sat down on the edge of Wanda's desk. “Please, I haven’t even met the girl, I'm just wondering what could be so special about her to make you do something stupid.” Wanda fixed her with a glance. She knew the other woman found her obsessiveness to be rash, but she didn’t appreciate her tone, and she made it known.

Natasha raised her hands and leaned more into the desk. She may not completely agree with her friend, but she knew better than to anger her. “Fine, but if it doesn’t go according to plan, don’t come crying to me about it.”

Wanda grinned while producing her best puppy dog eyes.

The other woman huffed and pinched her pointer and thumb together between her eyebrows. This was going to give her a headache later, she could feel it. “What do you need?”

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You had been driven around for hours, Wanda had insisted she drive, but still nothing. You had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. The sun was already on the way down when Wanda said she should stop somewhere to get some food.

You were left in the car to ponder as she went in to order for the both of you.

The nice officer sure was a touchy woman. Throughout the entire day of driving and questioning people, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. Whether it be resting her hand on your thigh while driving or holding you around your waist as you questioned people close to Jessica. You felt a bit guilty for how good it felt. Your friend was missing and yet all your horny brain could think about was how right the officer's touch felt.

You became aware of her presence again when the car door slammed shut.

You looked over, curious as to what she got, she already had her hand outstretched to you. Handing you an order of chicken nuggets from the kid's menu, she began happily eating her salad.

You blushed and let out a quiet “thank you” as she remained unaware of your embarrassment, well that answers why she was so unashamedly touchy. You were nothing but a grown child to this woman.

You grumble a little to yourself as you started eating.

While chewing on your food you look at the woman beside you. You had gathered close to no information about Jessica, but you had learned quite a bit about Wanda today. You figured it was her way of keeping you from spiraling. For every area and person failing to answer your questions, Wanda would talk a little about herself.

It started with you asking her why she was helping you, to that she had just laughed, saying how it was quite literally her job. Then she talked a little about how her work was mostly boring anyways and that she was almost a bit grateful for having something to do. You should probably have been offended by that, your friend was missing and this officer thought it was nothing but a silly mystery game to solve, but you couldn’t help feeling a little better with this information. At least you weren’t boring her.

She then talked about how annoying her work partner was. How “just because we are both single doesn’t mean I want anything to do with him outside of work”. Apparently, he had been trying to get with her since he started a few months prior. You could feel annoyance crawl inside of you, what an asshole.

She mentioned how her twin brother also went missing for a few days when they were younger. Turns out he thought he could live like Tarzan but returned 2 days after leaving because he got hungry. You laughed a little at that. That’s how you learned she was from Sokovia, you would have never guessed given the lack of accent.

She was comforting to be around.

You yawned.

Wanda glanced over at you as you started getting dizzy. Why were you so fatigued all of a sudden? Wanda leaned over to your side, taking away your food and fastening your seatbelt, you tried to get words out, but your mind was jumbled.

What- why wefvj ajsfklroelh….

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You wake up slowly. It feels like the world is spinning as you take in your surroundings. You were in your apartment, but it looks nothing like how it should. You have always been a bit of an obsessive cleaner and as much as a dust particle out of place could make you more than a little grumpy, so you can wholeheartedly say it’s never been like this before. Your coach was flipped upside down again, your living room was filled with beer bottles that were mostly empty and there was trash in every corner of the room.

Not only that but you feel really bad, with a headache stronger than anything you have had before and your jaw strangely sore, you become even more confused. When the grogginess begins to fade and sounds are more clear you become alarmed by a muffled voice in front of you.

Jessica.

She’s tied up to a chair, opposite of you, and has a ball gag in her mouth.

What the hell? You try to move around but a voice stops you. “There you go, baby girl.” You whip your head to the side in surprise. Officer Wanda Maximoff is standing to the left of you with a baseball bat in her hands. A baseball bat that you recognize. You had bought it as soon as you moved out, your father had always made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and advised you on getting something for your apartment. It had been left unused underneath your bed as a precaution.

What is happening?

Your mind is still messed up from whatever she must have given you, but you try to speak. “Gulrgh” only for you to gurgle instead. Suddenly the soreness in your jaw makes more sense, and as the rasp of what could only be rope, digs into your wrist and midsection you realized just how dire this situation is.

Wanda chuckles as you struggle against your bounds.

She goes to reach for your chin, but you flinch away. A resounding smack echoes in your tiny apartment. Your ears ring as you right your head up again. Wanda forcibly grabs your face. “I'm sorry honey, but Mommy doesn’t like it when you flinch away from her.” Her tone is condescending as she keeps eye contact with you. A wicked look in her eyes.

“Now,” she turns back and forth between you and Jessica, “I understand this must be very confusing for the both of you so let me clear some things up.”

“You see, ever since I was little I have had this need. It’s a need to protect those lesser than me. It started off as protecting other kids from bullies, but as time went on and I became older, that wasn’t enough.” She sighs as she begins petting your hair, now completely ignoring Jessica as she cries behind her.

“People weren’t worth it, they were ungrateful and always expected more. Until I meet you.” She is speaking directly to you now. You squirm in confusion as you look up at her. What is she talking about? You meet this woman yesterday.

Wanda smiles a sad smile as she sees your uncertainty.

“You were just so helpless and innocent the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” Your eyes widen. What?

“I know you don’t remember baby, don’t worry though Mommy will explain it all later. But first,” the redhead turns around to the other girl

“Mommy needs to take out the trash.”

“For if there is one thing Mommy has never exapted its sluts touching what’s hers.”

You try to scream as Wanda raises the bat high in the air. Jessica goes pale as a ghost while she stares at you. Wanda brings the bat down onto Jessica's thighs. A sickening crunch can be heard as your roommate shrieks behind her gag and her eyes close tightly. Wanda, now happy that she can't run, releases Jessica from the chair letting her drop to the floor.

Wanda raised the bat again, this time bringing it down onto the girl's arms and side. More crunching can be heard.

You try your best to scream for help, but nothing but loud chocks and spit can be heard. You sob as you watch Wanda go ballistic on your only friend.

It's only when Wanda sees the tears you are shedding for this girl that she snaps. If you ask her exactly what she did, she won't be able to say, but anger so primal lights up within her that she can’t control herself any longer.

Wanda makes it her only task in life to break every single fucking bone in this whore’s body.

It's only when blood begins to scatter onto every surface known to mankind that Wanda takes a breather. After a few more swings of the bat, and a good number of choked sobs from Jessica, of course.

You try to tell what she is doing as she stands more fully and walks over to you.

Blood splatter adored your face.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Wanda says as she wipes a tear away from your bruised cheek with her bloodied hand. “You are so beautiful, even more so when you cry. Come on baby, beg me, beg me to stop.”

You gurgled on your spit around the gag, desperately trying to form words. “Mmm” Wanda moans in a breathy tone, you look delectable when you are helpless.

She brings the bat down on the girl again. And again. And again. And again.

Bones breaking like sticks under her rath makes her feel even better, god she should have done this ages ago. Your pathetic sobs and hiccups in the background is the cherry on top. After a while the bat isn’t enough, she needs to feel her prey in her own two hands. Jessica is long dead, but that doesn’t matter. She wants to cut her to pieces. To trash her body, ruin it, ruin you.

As you try to loosen the rope digging into your wrists, the redhead takes an empty beer bottle from the table. Smashing it into the ground, pieces fly in all directions, you can feel something lodge into your leg. You grind your teeth against the rubber of the gag and sob even harder, but Wanda doesn’t notice. She's holding the broken bottle in her left hand now, while her right, holds up the smashed head of your roommate. Wanda kneels down, towering over the deceased body, she begins carving into Jessica's pale skin.

You want to hurl.

Wanda takes her time, carving a pretty picture into the once face of your friend, she makes sure to sit in such a way that you get a clear view of her doings. If it wasn’t for her instructions to Natasha, she could do this forever. Nonetheless, they will be here soon. Which means Wanda needs to wrap things up.

There is just one more thing.

When Wanda stands up you press yourself as far into your chair as you can. You don’t know who this woman is, but you now know what she can do. And you are petrified. The older woman moves slowly. Like she is trying not to spook a scared animal. You want to kick and scream, even as you sit there frozen, the fucking impudence of this woman. Looking at you like you are the crazy one while her body is covered in the flesh and fluids of your friend.

The stench of the scarlet liquid becomes even more pungent as Wanda leans over you to grab the kitchen knife that lies behind you on your counter. You want to slap yourself for not seeing it sooner. As she inches away from you, she stops halfway. Her knee makes contact with your crotch as she decides to slide against you while dragging the knife slowly down your chest.

Some things can't be helped. When you look at her like that, she has to. You look so perfectly scared, so submissive under her. As she trails the edge of the blade down your stomach, she debates whether or not to take a detour from her plan, but the time on the microwave in your kitchen quickly silences her mind. If she wanted to get you out before they get here, she needs to act quickly.

You let out a relieved sigh around the gag as she gets off of you.

She knows it's overkill, but even after getting you for herself the entire day, the image of the filthy girl's ungrateful hands around your waist has edged itself into Wanda's mind. She doesn’t want her sour feelings toward yesterday's garbage to taint her future with you. With a new vigor to her movement, the redhead paints the ceiling red as she brings the knife down a few rounds.

You sit there in complete silence as you watch Wanda's madness take its true, and hopefully, final form. Your eyebrows feel like they will hit your hairline as silent tears drop faster. Jessica's hands now detached, Wanda drops the knife and stands.

Even as she gets closer you don’t move an inch. Your eyes are stuck on the pile of blood and body parts. What has she done? Who is this woman? Why you? Why don’t you hate her for what she has done to Jessica?

Wanda pities you as she sees the questions that will never be answered swirl around in that small head of yours. She wants to let you be for a little, but no time like the present.

As sirens ring outside your apartment building and heavy boots run up the staircase Wanda cuts you loose. She takes action into her own hands as you seem to have gone inanimate. Gathering you up in her strong arms she makes sure to leave by the fire escape. It’s a bit tricky to get you both through your small bedroom window, but she manages.

She was expecting a fight as she blindfolds you and lays you in the back of her car, but you remain unresponsive. As she closes the door she can see a nasty gash with a piece of glass sticking out on your leg. She cringes a bit while driving home, she definitely overdid it. She vows to herself that she will make up for it after she settles you into your new home.

Everything will be fine now honey, Mommy is bringing you home.

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fae-feeder · 1 year

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Your body was made for pleasure.

You never had the muscles to be an athlete or the figure to fit in with the popular girls. Quite the opposite - you were short, embarrassingly clumsy, and prone to gaining weight. Awkwardly large breasts made walking a tiring chore. By the time you got to college you had given up on any ambitions that required physical prowess, and resolved to pursue exclusively sedentary interests.

But there was one place your body could put the rest to shame. Where others chased the cerebral thrills of status and discovery, for you nothing could come close to how good your body could make you feel. A gentle hand caressing your curves would make you shake with pleasure. Every mouthful of a rich cake was a moment of pure bliss. Your body was wired for indulgence.

It was hard to accept at first. Your college friends couldn't understand that no house party would ever make you feel as good as an evening alone in your room, touching yourself and eating takeout until you passed out in a food coma orgasm. Lovers were unprepared for how needy you were, insatiably lustful but also delicately sensitive, and too lost in pleasure to be anything but a pillow princess. You pretended to fit in, to have the same ambitions as your peers. But a part of you yearned to drop the facade.

You graduated and found yourself with a remote job and a studio apartment in a new city. For the first time, you could binge all day on take-out and no one but the delivery drivers would know. And why would you do anything else, when it felt so good? Only the occasional promise of a hook-up could make you put down the fries, squeezing into clothes that you outgrew months ago to leave your den for some blissed-out sex on a stranger's bed.

You were aware that most people would find you pathetic. Friends with benefits would try to get to know you and learn that you spent your life between your bed and the extra-wide computer chair next to it, that most days you didn't walk further than the ten steps to your door for another oversized bag of food. You would act bashful, but secretly you loved it. You imagined yourself as the princess of indulgence, useless, helpless, worshipped, kept in a permanent state of pleasure. It was your constant fantasy, and nothing turned you on more.

That was how I found you. Twenty-four years old, hopelessly out of shape, with swolen thighs each as wide as my chest and breasts the size of my head. At first it was just about sex, but it didn't take long for us to realize we shared the same fantasies. Fantasies about you getting even bigger, filling the bed, helplessly fat. Always craving food and sex, and always getting what you want. Indulgence.

I love to touch you when you're stuffed full with endless treats, make you feel as good as possible and watch as your nervous system overwhelms you until you can't talk or think or move. I want to spoil you until it becomes the norm. I think you should give in. I think you deserve a life full of nothing but pleasure.

After all, you were made for it.

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“You awake?” Dustin asks, much later.

Eddie rouses, blinking heavily—the movie’s over, TV off, and he can just make out Dustin lying on the opposite couch thanks to a gap in the curtains.

“No,” Eddie replies, just to be contrary. He groans quietly, his neck stiff from where he’d nodded off sitting on the floor, slumped against the bottom of the couch.

Dustin laughs—barely. He’s staring up at the ceiling. “You can…” He shrugs. “It’s more comfortable up here, if you want.”

The couches are big—there’ll be enough room for them to lie side by side. And there’s an almost hidden fragility in Dustin’s voice that kind of reminds Eddie of himself; back when he’d first moved in with Wayne and struggled with sleeping alone, forcing himself to stay awake as the shadows grew around him.

He mutters a quiet agreement. As he stands, he sees that Steve’s hand has slipped away from his wrist, left dangling off the edge of the couch. Eddie hesitates, not wanting to wake him, then slowly places Steve’s hand by his side.

Steve twitches in his sleep, his fingers briefly curling around air; he murmurs something too soft to hear, dreaming.

Eddie’s careful when he stretches out on the couch next to Dustin, mindful of his leg, but as soon as he lies down, Dustin shuffles closer until he’s half-leaning into Eddie, forehead brushing against Eddie’s chest. Eddie can feel him shivering, just a little. It isn’t cold.

“Hey. You okay?”

Dustin doesn’t answer immediately. He sighs then says, just audible, “He got lucky.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie prompts gently, when Dustin doesn’t elaborate.

Dustin screws his eyes shut. “Just… you figured it out,” he says. “If you weren’t—if you hadn’t—Steve would be…” He sighs again, shaky. “I was… I was fucking useless.”

“Dustin,” Eddie says as firmly as he can without raising his voice. “That isn’t true.”

“Steve knew something was wrong with Max,” Dustin says, “and I just stood there. And when Steve… I-I didn’t see until it—until it was too…” He presses his face further into Eddie’s chest, takes a ragged breath. “I keep thinking what kind of friend just… d-doesn’t… doesn’t see.”

Eddie shakes his head, breathes out slow and slings an arm around Dustin. “Okay, my turn,” he says, keeps his voice as steady as he can, because Dustin’s words sound dangerously close to I’m a bad person.

“You know what I thought, that first day I saw you, in the cafeteria? Wanna know the first thing I noticed? Mm, apart from the Weird Al T-shirt.”

Dustin laughs, choked and wet.

“I was talking shit last week. Wasn’t thinking that you looked like a little lost sheep—I mean, you kinda did, but that wasn’t my first thought.”

Dustin gives a questioning, “Hmm?”

“Perks of getting held back, I guess: you get good at reading folks, y’know, getting a sense of what sorta person they are. Saves a lotta time, means you can cut through the bullshit.” Eddie squeezes Dustin’s shoulders. “And you? I could just tell oh, this is a good kid. Like, I didn’t know any of the shit you went through, but I knew you’d go to bat for Mike just from the way you were talking to him, hell, you’d do it for anyone if they needed it. Shit, man, you didn’t need to show up and help me. Could’ve just left me to rot at Rick’s, would’ve given you more time to stop the end of the fucking world.”

Dustin makes a small noise of protest. “I couldn’t have just left you there,” he says vehemently. “I knew there was no way you could’ve hurt…”

Eddie smiles through a lump in his throat. “No-one’s ever fought for me like that before, man, ‘cept for Wayne.”

“Get used to it,” Dustin says. “Party member privileges.”

Eddie chuckles. “See? You better listen to me, cause you’re a good friend, Dustin Henderson, the damn best. You hear me?” He feels Dustin give a tiny nod, and he clicks his tongue quietly. “Nope. You gotta say it back.”

Dustin groans. “Dude, you’re a loser.”

“I can’t hear you…”

Dustin sighs, but it’s less heavy this time. “I’m a… I’m a good friend,” he says in a reluctant mumble.

“Mm, minus one point for lack of conviction.”

Dustin snorts. “You sound like the casting director at Drama Club.”

Eddie clutches at his heart. “I take it back, you’re fucking awful. That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Dustin grins, eyes closed. “Shut up.”

He doesn’t speak for a while, and Eddie thinks that he’s fallen asleep, has closed his own eyes himself, when he hears Dustin whisper, “He’ll be okay, right?”

Eddie opens his eyes. He looks down, sees that Dustin has one hand clutching onto his shirt. He runs a hand through Dustin’s hair affectionately. Then he remembers feeling the shards of glass through it when they were huddled on the bathroom floor together, and his heart aches.

“Yeah, of course, man,” he says. “He’s got you, hasn’t he?”

There’s a nudge against the back of Eddie’s hand: Dustin’s pinky, hooking around his own.

“He’s got you, too, right?” Dustin says.

Eddie squeezes their pinkies closer together, and when he makes the promise, the words slip out without him even consciously thinking about it. “Yeah. Always.”

They fall asleep soon after, Dustin tucked into Eddie’s side.

The first thing that wakes Eddie is the smell of pancake batter being fried.

The second is light-hearted bickering.

“Dude, watch it, it’s gonna burn!”

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a supervisor, how does Robin even work with you?”

“Eyes on the stove, Henderson—seriously, that’s my good pan.”

“Do you know how old you sound right now? My good pan.”

“Well, it is! I saved up good money for that.”

“Literally ageing right in front of me.”

There’s a sudden, ominous sizzle. Eddie cracks his eyes open, turns his head towards the kitchen. Steve is sat at the bar, leg propped up on a second stool, while Dustin stands at the stove with flour in his hair. From the looks of things, he’s just put ice-cream directly into the pan.

Steve gapes. “Dude.”

“It’s meant to be like that!”

“In what world?”

“I’m gonna put another pancake on top, and then it’ll be like a sandwich.”

“Uh-huh. What you’re actually making is a pancake with ice-cream soup monstrosity.”

“I’ll have one monstrosity, please,” Eddie says, sitting up with a yawn; and Steve looks over at him, laughing in surprise.

Eddie wants to bottle the sound.

Steve does a double take when he moves back to his couch, but he doesn’t say anything. Eddie follows his gaze—not to the cabinet of movies, but the cabinet next to it.

The cassette tapes.

The third row is in disarray. Eddie recognises the purple sleeve of Hounds of Love, that it’s half-falling out of the cabinet.

Dustin notices them looking, too, and he picks up the tape, almost guiltily, sets it on the coffee table near Steve. The case is cracked, jagged lines running down the plastic. It makes Eddie think of the gates.

“Sorry, Steve,” Dustin says. “I forgot—we were gonna tidy it all up, fix it, but—”

“Dustin, it’s fine,” Steve says with feeling. “Seriously, don’t—”

Steve falls silent when Dustin inhales, as if to prepare himself.

“When you guys—um, left, it was…” Dustin hesitates. “Bad.”

Steve’s eyes are wide, shining with regret. “God, I’m—”

“Max’s tape stopped working,” Dustin goes on, like he’s worried about losing the words if he stalls for a moment longer. “So, we—we were gonna put yours in, but… Max and Lucas, they were… arguing.”

Dread creeps into the room; Eddie can feel it reverberating in his chest.

Steve swallows like he can feel it, too, like the heaviness of it is settling into his lungs. “What about?”

“About…” Dustin looks away. “About whether they should play the tape, or…”

Eddie has to sit down. “Jesus Christ.”

Steve looks nauseous. “Shit.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, shuts his eyes. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, they—when they were, um… the tape fell, and…” Dustin gestures to the cracks. “Lucas, he said he was gonna come over and replace it—”

“He doesn’t need to do that,” Steve says. There’s a fire behind his eyes—anger, regret. Fear.

“Uh, I think it was just an excuse so he could see you,” Dustin says. “To… talk.”

Steve sighs, short and sharp. “He doesn’t need to—if he buys—if he does that, I’ll be pissed. You got your walkie? Good. Tell him that, Henderson. He doesn’t need an excuse to come talk to me.”

“Sure,” Dustin says, looks a little thrown—he roots around the blankets on his couch until he retrieves his walkie. “I’ll, um.” He jerks his head upstairs. “I’ll go and call him.”

As Dustin leaves the room, there’s more of a pronounced unsteadiness to his footsteps; it reminds Eddie a little of how Wayne walks when his hip’s troubling him.

Steve waits until Dustin has climbed the stairs, then asks, lips barely moving, “How did he hurt his leg? He never…” He sighs again, shaking his head. “He never told me.”

Eddie rises, moves across to squeeze Steve’s shoulder. His hand lingers there instinctively, rubbing circles for a few seconds.

“When the gates… he found a bike, in your garage.” He feels Steve stiffen under his touch. “He went to the hospital, and on the way, he must’ve… fallen.”

Steve’s eyes close. He lets out a shallow breath, lifting his hand and placing it over Eddie’s. He bows his head, and Eddie thinks suddenly of a shaken soldier, rallying before a battle.

Steve briefly tightens his hold on Eddie’s hand, then lets go.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.”

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steve x eddie

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Tequila and Limes

18+

Summary: You’re visiting your best friend’s hometown, and despite your objections, she drags you to a party at her family friend's home upon their return from tour.

Pairings: JoshxReader

A little bit of DannyxReader

Strangers to lovers

Friends? to lovers

Word Count: 9.5 k

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are under 18. Alcohol and drug use.

A/N: This is my first GVF fic, please be kind! If you stumble across this I hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts!

You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves as you waited on the sidewalk in front of the booming home. The yard was large enough that the loud music and intense chatter emanating from the house was slightly drowned out by the warm noises of summer.

To the right of you, your friend stood, eager to continue forth into pounding music and forthcoming bad decisions.

She looked down at you, stopping her once ambitious stride and huffing out a sweet yet defeated breath.

“Quit messing with those, you look great. It's going to be fun!”

You nodded and offered an ingenuine reassuring smile. She noticed and playfully rolled her eyes at you.

“I shouldn’t have worn long sleeves, I’m going to get so hot,” you blurted out, whipping your arms forward and showing off the billowy white top you had on.

She shot you a teasing glare as you continued to stare up at her, arms and sleeves shaking in annoyance.

“Then take it off, just wear the vest,” she smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “I would rather everyone’s first impressions of me not be my tits.”

She only laughed, you along with her, and continued up the sidewalk to the home.

The closer you got the louder everything was and the more intense the smell of booze and weed.

“I wasn’t kidding about the vest thing, people here would dig it,” your friend spoke again, this time her tone less teasing and more matter-of-fact.

“I think I’m okay, thank you though.”

She shrugged and continued on, waving quick hellos to people scattered farther from the house on the grass and by the bonfire.

You weren’t not excited for the party, in fact, you were dying to get a drink into you, or two or three.

You were simply nervous to be meeting a house full of new people in a state on the opposite side of the country from where all your friends and family were.

After months of organizing and planning, Casey had finally managed to drag you across the country and to her hometown in Michigan, known for its…lakes and snow?

The party was filled with her old friends and acquaintances, drunk and excited to reconnect with the one person you knew.

Daunting enough, but that was not the cause of your fretting. The true members reliable for your worries were none other than the party’s hosts- famous rockstars.

Casey and the Kiszka’s were neighbors in her younger years before she moved only a few minutes away. She knew the boys, but it was mostly their parents that continued the connection between the two families.

Still, she always managed an invitation to their now few, but profound parties following their return from tour or extended time away.

“They aren’t famous in the way that other people are famous, you know? It’s really nothing to worry about!”

Casey had stressed upon your initial panic at the announcement that the next evening you would be attending their party.

Unfortunately her efforts to subdue any nervousness were useless.

It seemed as though you just weren’t experienced enough to make the acute distinction between famous-famous people and famous-but not really famous people.

All you did know was that you were feeling a strong inclination to turn around and never enter the Kiszka home. Though, you were beginning to understand a bit more of what Casey had meant about them as you couldn’t quite imagine most celebrities throwing ragers at their parent’s home.

You finally entered the home after a few short conversations with old friends of Casey’s. It was hot and sticky and depending on how much you drank that night, your shirt may have been coming off.

Every room was filled with people, some were dancing, some were talking-yelling- and others were testing the limits of their personal alcohol consumption.

“Casey!” A voice sounded out behind the two of you almost immediately, mixing with the booming base of music seeping from the various speakers around the home.

You turned to face a sweet, and very intoxicated looking, long haired man. His cheeks were rosy and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat as well as his torso that was exposed between the opening of a button down shirt.

“Jake, hi!” Casey beamed out and the two embraced in a hug, Jake stumbling back and finding his footing after a short moment.

They separated and Jake quickly inquired about Casey’s parents and vice versa.

You stood, anxiously scanning the room for alcohol of any sort in reaching distance.

“This is my friend and roommate, y/n.”

Casey pushed you forward slightly with a small nudge to your back and you were snapped out of your alcohol motivated, vulture-like focus.

You gave a small smile, finding it hard to keep your eyes focused on his pretty face, yet somehow managing.

“Nice to meet you, thanks for letting me come along,” You let out.

Jake only waved a hand and sounded out a “pshhh”.

“Don’t thank me, everyone’s welcome here at the Kiszka abode.”

He stumbled back once again, this time finding his balance on the person behind him, patting their back once he straightened himself back up.

“Well I’m going to try to find the others, you’re going to bring your guitar down to the fire later, right?”

Casey pointed a finger at him as she dragged you further into the belly of the beast.

Jake yelled an enthusiastic “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t” after the two of you.

“God I need a drink,” you exhaled a long breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding in.

Casey laughed.

“Yeah me too. Not so scary after all, right?” she nudged your shoulder and you relented, letting go a relieved smile.

“No, but really, really hot.”

Casey barked out a laugh and you smiled with her, giddy as you spotted the kitchen, counters equipped with rows of liquor and beer.

Just before you reached your destination, though, Casey interrupted your course, pulling you into a sharp right turn only moments from stepping into the kitchen.

“Sam! Danny!”

Casey yelled out again, sounding slightly more excited than her previous meeting with Jake.

Casey had told you that she had been much closer with the two, being only a year younger than them.

The two turned from the corner they were tucked into, and the conversation they were previously entwined with, to the two of you, smiles washing over their inquiring faces.

“Hey Case,” Sam let out, hand lazily grasping at a red solo cup.

“What’s up Casey,” Danny offered a small wave.

“What are you two doing tucked away over here?”

Casey questioned and Danny and Sam exchanged knowing glances.

“Trying to stay away from Jake, he becomes a menace the second you pour a few shots into him,” Sam feigned annoyance and Danny chuckled, though you assumed there was some truth to it.

“Yeah, we just saw him, he’s very-” Casey pondered, “-happy!”

The two chuckled to themselves.

“Yeah, that’s one take on it. He’s trashed, and it hasn’t even been 2 hours,” Sam spoke through varying scoffs.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Danny voiced out and you looked over to him, his face attentive on your own.

Casey wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “This is y/n, my very best friend and the girl I share an apartment with!”

You looked up to her, wondering if she had swiped a shot of something without you noticing. You let out a laugh either way, enjoying her antics and vicariously feeling slightly more at ease.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” you spoke, not able to think of anything else to say.

“Very nice to meet you too,” Danny smiled while Sam nodded along in agreement.

Your stomach swirled with warmth and you were sure your cheeks became dusted with rosiness, was he actually flirting with you?

Despite your giddiness, you could not shake the feeling that all of this would be even more enjoyable if you were on the same intoxication level as everyone there.

The three continued talking and you drummed your fingers against your bare legs.

You stopped midway through as you irrationally feared that Danny would ask you about it, then having to admit that you were not musically inclined but in fact, very nervous.

Instead you played with the fraying hem of your skirt, pulling the piece of clothing that hugged tightly over your body down, farther over the tops of your thighs.

You returned your focus to whatever the three were discussing, but instead you were met with Danny’s stare, right where you were adjusting your skirt.

He flicked his eyes up to yours, making momentary eye contact with you before looking away, back to Sam and Casey’s conversation.

He wanted you to know that he knew you had caught him and you could tell for the first time that he was definitely not sober.

You desperately wanted to say something, flirt with him, maybe touch his arm and tell him that you had wanted to wear your vest the same way as he was, with nothing underneath it, and have him thinking about you topless, but you couldn’t get a word out.

God, you needed a fucking drink.

You tugged on the hem of Casey’s shirt when her and Sam’s conversation began to dull down. She looked over to you, giving you a knowing look, and nodded.

“Okay guys, we’re going to get something to drink, we’ll see you later,” Casey spoke as she took your arm in hers and began to escort you away.

Both the men said their goodbyes and went back to whatever topic they were discussing the minutes before you and Casey’s arrival.

Danny’s eyes lingered on your retreating self slightly longer than what would be deemed as normal.

“Danny seemed to like you,” Casey wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You scoffed, but you could feel your face heat up at the mention.

“Yeah, maybe if I wasn’t the only sober one here I would have been brave enough to flirt with him,” you chuckled as Casey laughed alongside you.

“You aren’t the only sober one, I am too.”

You hummed out in acknowledgment, hoping you would have another opportunity to flirt with the gorgeous man you had left behind.

The two of you had finally made it to the kitchen, the only place in the home that wasn’t packed full of people.

Most sat atop the counters, engaged in casual conversations, or came and went after pouring themselves a drink.

“Josh, I’ve been looking for you!” Casey jogged up and tapped the curly haired man on the shoulder.

He craned his head over to her and away from whatever drink he was creating. His lips hung open in a curious “o” which quickly stretched into a large, and perfect, grin before pulling Casey into a zealous hug.

“Heyyy!”

He sounded out following the hug's release, drawing out the last sound of the word.

Casey hadn’t remembered to introduce you, but you didn’t mind as you were content with simply following the curves of his profile and the way his lips moved when he talked.

She had told you that Jake and Josh were twins, and while they did look strikingly similar, you could still feel a giddy warmth blooming under your cheeks as you watched him.

His smile had yet to fall and for this, you were thankful.

You couldn’t seem to look away from his beaming grin, the slight gap between his front two teeth making your heart flutter.

Your eyes continued to seemingly move on their own, examine every aspect of his being.

He wore a long sleeve black button down that was fashioned similarly to Jake’s, though while his hung completely open, Josh still held on to a few buttons at the bottom of the shirt.

The scandalous styling of the shirt exposed the tan skin of his chest and the slight curves of his toned muscle.

Your eyes unwillingly moved down further focusing in on how his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips despite the brown leather belt fastened around them.

“And this is y/n, my lovely friend whom I live with.”

Casey once again snapped you out of your daze and you put on a smile, too nervous to blurt anything out.

“Well hello y/n, I’m excited to welcome you into my home!”

Josh theatrically waved his arms in the air, making one sweeping motion to the room and having his hand fall casually around your shoulder.

You stiffened slightly under his touch despite your previous enamorment.

You had never been used to touchy people, much less touchy strangers that happened to be beautiful rock stars.

Casey caught your eye, knowing all too well your odd discomfort with casual physical touch, and cringed out an awkward smile that seemed to say ‘sorry’.

Josh didn’t seem to notice, as he couldn’t quite grasp the fact that some people didn’t communicate through touch, and you simply nodded an ‘it’s okay’ back to Casey.

“Let’s take some shots, you both seem far too sober.”

He squeezed at your arm before releasing you and moving on to gather glasses.

You felt your body relax at the mention as well as the loss of contact.

Though, you knew that later in the night, you would be chasing the odd mix of excitement and anxiety boiling in the pits of your stomach when he pulled you into his side.

You moved to follow Josh over to the counter where discarded slices of lime and lemon sat alongside large bottles of half drinken liquor.

“We’ll start off with tequila,” Josh proclaimed, lifting the bottle and gathering up shot glasses left around the kitchen.

Your face fell into a slight grimace and Casey laughed as Josh gave the two of you a questioning look.

“Y/n and tequila aren’t on the best of terms,” Casey revealed in between chuckles.

“Too many bad decisions for one person have been made with my various run ins with tequila…also, it tastes bad.”

You went on passionately while remembering that fateful night months ago where you had to be escorted home by both Casey and a police officer.

You hated tequila.

Josh listened to you intently, an amused smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, as a guest of the Kiszka home, one tequila shot is required,”

Josh’s voice boomed loudly, his words coming out slightly slurred and you couldn’t help but glance your eyes down to his lips, wet with tongue swept saliva.

He pushed the shot glasses forward with no room for complaints.

You sighed defeatedly, but reluctantly grabbed the glass, excited to have something in your system. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Josh swiped a tongue across the back of his hand, sprinkling something onto the same spot.

He lifted the glass in the air and you and Casey followed.

“To life!”

Josh yelled, partygoers looking over with short curiosity before going back to their own conversations and happenings.

You all clinked your glasses together, tapping them on the table before gulping down the burning liquid.

Both Josh and Casey bit into limes as you struggled, tears beginning to well up in your eyes as the burning continued down the back of your throat.

You fucking hated tequila.

Before you knew it, a lime was being pushed between your lips.

Your eyes fell on Josh, smiling and wildly laughing down at you.

You opened your mouth, biting down on the sourness with much ardor.

Josh’s hand grasped at your shoulder, his fingers finding their way behind your neck as his thumb rested next to your jawline and under your ear keeping the lime in place with his other hand.

You released your bite and he threw the lime on the counter.

Barely a second later, as your eyes still welled with tears and your face still stuck in a grimace, he raised his hand to your mouth, nudging your head towards it with his hand snaking up the back of your neck.

You licked off the remaining salt that coated the space between his pointer and thumb, cringing from the taste.

You could hear both him and Casey laughing as they looked on to your disgusted face.

You gazed up, eyes still wet with slowly retreating tears, and met Josh’s stare. His eyes narrowed at your own and he swept his tongue over his lips before turning his attention back to the previous situation.

“You got the sequence all wrong- Salt, Tequila, Lime- we’re going to have to do another one,” Josh’s teased and you shook your head violently.

“No way in hell-” you shivered at the thought but were met with a warm and buzzing feeling beginning to make its way through you, “-but I will have one of something other than tequila.”

After three more shots of various liquors-fireball, vodka, bourbon-you felt nice and floaty, and the three of you began loosely yelling about one thing or another.

“Let me make you guys a cocktail for the road,” Josh pointed at you and Casey, turning back to the table of alcohol.

You and Casey nodded, falling into your own conversation as Josh worked his magic.

Her eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder and waved a fervent hand at someone behind the two of you.

“Y/n I’m going to go say hi to some friends over there, do you wanna come?”

She returned her attention to you, cheeks beginning to go red with drunkenness.

“I think I’m going to wait for our drinks, this girl needs a little more fuel in her tank,” you pointed to yourself and her face scrunched up with odd amusement.

“Alright, I’ll be right over there,” she squeezed your shoulder and left, making her way to the group of people on the opposite end of the house.

You sighed, feeling a newfound emptiness with your best friend detached from your side.

You shuffled closer to Josh, leaning on the counter to his side. He looked over to you, an easy grin falling over his lips.

Your face heated up at the acute reminder that his attention was now solely you and you hoped that it had become red enough from the alcohol that he wouldn’t notice.

“What’re you making?”

You questioned, letting your mouth morph into an inquisitive yet slightly disgusted frown as he dipped his finger into each glass and swirled around the pinkish liquid.

“Salty dogs! The best fucking drink ever created” he exclaimed, leaning close into you.

He handed you a glass, searching over your shoulder for Casey.

“She went over there to catch up with some friends,” you explained and he just nodded his head, clinking your glasses together.

You took a sip, cringing from the bitterness and overwhelming taste of salt.

“God, ew, what is in this.”

Josh feigned an offended look, chuckles breaking through his performance.

“I can’t believe how picky you are, who let you into this party?” he laughed again, his eyes wide on you with shock.

You shrugged your shoulders, examining the drink closer with your eyes zeroed in on the sloshing pink liquid.

“I’m not picky, Josh, this is just disgusting,”

You decidedly answered as you peeled your eyes away from your thorough inspection.

His mouth fell into a lazy smile at hearing his name come from your lips. He laughed a breathy laugh, wordless over your dislike for his seemingly very cherished drink.

Nevertheless you continued sipping on it, trying to hide the slight contortion of all your features every time your tongue was met with the bitter liquid and salted rim.

Despite your efforts, though, Josh noticed and a laugh escaped him.

“No, no, no, no, no, you don’t deserve to drink it if you keep making that face,”

He stepped closer to you wrapping his hand around yours as it gripped your glass.

“No I’m going to drink it, it’s actually really good,”

You attempted to lie, pulling your glass away from his grip and he stumbled forward into you.

He tried to snatch it again, your bodies close together as he continued trying to wrestle the glass from you.

You shuffled yourself atop the counter as he followed, making a space for himself between your knees, continuing his stubborn fight for the drink.

You held the drink up higher so he could not reach, a fit of laughter escaping the two of you all the while.

He tried once more, relenting as he let the hand that was previously reaching for the drink fall atop your knee.

He seemingly did not notice the gesture or had at least seen it as casual enough that it needed no attention.

Your eyes, on the other hand, were glued to his hand as it slightly squeezed at the part of your thigh right above your knee.

You tried to remind yourself that it meant nothing, that Casey told you all about how touchy he was just as a precautionary warning.

Still, that feeling from before began bubbling in your stomach and tingling under the skin on your legs.

You glanced up at his face which had seemingly noticed your fascination with his hand placement.

The two of you stared at one another, faces close and warm. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the slight earthy smell of whatever perfume or oil he was wearing, or maybe that was just how he smelled.

His eyes darted to your lips and you could feel your heart beginning to race with anticipation as you swept your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Josh!”

A loud and slurred voice called out before stumbling into Josh’s back, spilling that evil pink liquid all over your shirt.

Josh turned to a very drunk Jake with a giddy and accomplished grin on his face.

“Hello y/n!” he spoke out waving over Josh’s shoulder, you smiled back, not very bothered, but mostly amused by the situation.

Josh looked down at himself, his own shirt also ruined by the drink, and then at you.

His eyes were wide and he sported an open mouthed, dumbfounded smile.

He attempted to hide his breathless laughs that rang out from Jake, faking annoyance, but he was seemingly not very good at hiding his emotions.

“Ah, Jake, come on, you ruined the lady’s shirt!”

Josh grasped at one of Jake's shoulders, motioning to you, and your now slightly see through white top, with an open arm.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows pretending not to have noticed until Josh pointed it out.

“I’m so sorry y/n! I need to watch where I’m going!”

Jake stumbled up to you and took your hand in between his two. He squeezed at it in his own hands and shook, a theatrically apologetic look on his face as he looked into your eyes.

His face was close enough for you to smell the whiskey on his breath and see the few out of place hairs falling in front of his eyes.

Behind him, you could see Josh’s eyes narrow just the slightest bit and his eyebrows draw down before returning to their previous bewildered state.

“Don’t worry about it, I forgive you,” you placed your remaining hand on his shoulder and gave him a slight shake.

He gave you a smile and leaned into your ear.

“It was meant for Josh, not you, sorry” he whispered.

You grinned and nodded as he leaned away and flashed a mischievous smile before patting Josh on the shoulder and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Josh just watched as he walked away, that dumbfounded look not yet leaving his face.

He looked back at you with his grinning mouth agape.

“Can you believe this guy?”

You shrugged and looked down for the first time at your shirt.

A large pink splotch seeped into the fabric and turned it translucent.

You let out a laugh, Josh following, and pinned the fabric between your pointer and thumb, peeling it away from where it had stuck to your skin.

“I can get you a different shirt, I think I have one almost exactly the same as the one you’re wearing,” Josh offered, a grin still plastered on his lips.

“Don’t patronize me Joshua,” you narrowed your eyes at him but kept on a playful smirk.

His cheeks reddened and he put up his hands in defense.

“I’m not, seriously, I think we have very similar style,”

He got out through chuckles as he stole your still quarter full glass off the counter, swigging it down in one go.

“Make me another drink and then we can raid your closet, deal?” you questioned, “…but please not another salty dog.”

Josh opened his mouth to retaliate and most likely defend his beloved salty dog, but he shut it after some thought and simply nodded.

“I will make you a cocktail that you shall never forget,” Josh announced proudly.

You hopped off the counter and stood, shoulders touching, next to Josh as he accumulated different liquors and mixers.

He shifted against you upon notice and glanced down at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You returned the look with an innocent smile of your own, making your eyes as big and inconspicuous as possible.

“Single or a double?” he asked and you found the professionalism amusing from someone who had just minutes before used his fingers as a stirrer.

“Double.”

He nodded and poured a hefty amount of vodka into the bottom of the glass and topped it off with cranberry juice.

“Josh these aren’t cocktails, you're just mixing vodka with different juices!”

You nudged his side and barked out a laugh.

“Hey, that is a cocktail!” He yelled out defensively.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grabbing the drink from the counter and taking a large sip of the sweet liquid.

“Thank you,” you relented quietly.

“Huh, what was that!?”

Josh nudged closer to you, bending down slightly so he could put his ear up to you, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

“I said thank you, now take me to this shirt you say you own.”

Josh grinned proudly, offering his arm for you to take.

You looked down at it, pushing your eyebrows up and together as if to say, really?

Josh only nodded as you reluctantly proceeded to take his arm, grinning to yourself and hoping he did not see.

You walked up the stairs to a hallway containing what you assumed were all the Kiszka’s rooms.

As you moved further and further from the party, the loud music was drowned away as well as the chatter and you finally realized how warm your skin was and the way your head spun as you continued forward.

“You okay mama?”

Josh looked down at you as you momentarily stopped walking.

You blushed at the nickname and a warmth bloomed in your stomach.

“Yeah, just maybe should have made that double a single now that I think about it,”

You laughed nervously, silently cursing yourself for getting too drunk to do any of the things you told yourself some liquid courage would help with.

“Come on in here and I’ll get you some water,”

Josh walked you to a door, slipping his arm around your waist, his other hand lightly holding at your upper arm.

You walked into the room, almost immediately refreshed by it. It smelled like him everywhere.

The earthy scent swirled synchronously around you and you couldn’t help but inhale a little longer than normal to catch the sweet smell.

Josh bent down to a power strip and flipped on the lights. Lamps scattering the interior emitted a dull warmth around the room and you found yourself feeling better even without the water.

“There’s a bathroom across the hall if you need it, I’ll be right back,” he offered a soft smile before walking out of the room and closing the door softly, leaving you alone and sitting on his bed.

You stayed for a few minutes, testing the bounciness and softness of his bed, but found that it had gotten old rather quickly.

After a few more minutes of examining the room and all the trinkets, band posters and instruments, you crossed the hall, hoping to sober yourself up more in the bathroom.

You sighed as you flipped on the harsh fluorescent lighting, eyes squinting instinctively at the drastic change of light.

You ran the sink, splashing cold water onto your face, and sometimes swallowing gulps of sink water, for what felt like an hour.

Patting your face dry with a towel you looked up at your reflection, noticing for the first time how uncomfortable and sticky your shirt was and also how close the spill had been to exposing your naked chest.

You grimaced at it, starting to hate the cold, wet, stickiness it was beginning to leave on your skin.

You returned to Josh’s room, thankfully far more sober than you left it.

You waited on his bed again, awkwardly holding your shirt away from your skin.

What the hell was taking him so long?

Taking matters into your own hands, you unbuttoned and discarded the shirt onto the ground, adjusting your vest so it still covered you.

If not for your still slight intoxication you would not have been so bold.

You shifted in front of his closet door, moving your weight from one foot to another as you wondered if it was really okay to look inside or better yet wear one of his shirts.

Taking a leap of faith, you swung open the door and stared at the very few items still in his closet.

You very quickly remembered that he no longer lived there.

Somewhat let down from what you expected to be a wardrobe filled with Elton John-esque outfits, you fingered through the few remaining pieces, searching for a suitable option.

Most were different variations of the same white shirt, short sleeve and linen, long sleeve and button down.

A few statement pieces were mixed in, things that perhaps no longer fit his aesthetic. Such as a fur vest and a few fringe lined vests and jackets.

“Sorry, for the wait, I got held up by Jake-”

Josh burst through the door, two glasses of water in hand.

Your eyes widened as you met his own surprised ones.

You looked down at yourself, thankful that the vest was covering something at the very least. but it still wasn’t much.

He caught himself quickly and darted his gaze away from you.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize-” he began, stopping short and instead keening his interest on some vinyls left out instead of stacked in a pile by the foot of his bed.

“Sorry, I was just looking for something to put under this…I hope you don’t mind, I looked in your closet,”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to maintain some form of modesty, and stepped away from the open closet.

You faced Josh, who was collecting the vinyls around the room and placing them in his messy stacks categorized by god knew what.

Suddenly you felt very sober and very embarrassed.

“No, not at all…”

He stood up and looked at you again with red tinged cheeks.

He gulped, his throat moving up and down with the action, and seemed to ponder something for a moment before taking cautionary steps towards you.

He stopped once in front of you, looking down at the vest resting skimpily over your chest.

He reached out a cautionary hand, taking the hem of the clothing between his fingers, focused intensely on his own hand connecting with the bit of fabric.

“You know, you could just…wear this.”

Your eyes widened and your face heated up, the pit of your stomaching dropping in a warm anticipation.

When you didn’t respond he looked back up to you, his intent brown eyes connecting with your own.

As you could feel even the tips of your ears go red, you moved your eyes from his and choked out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, Casey told me that too, I guess it’s a sign.”

Josh hummed a noise of agreement and nodded his head, the fingers gripping your vest grazing the skin of your stomach and waist.

“I guess so…”

The words fell from his lips without meaning, just spoken to fill the silence as his eyes moved from where his hand was gripping at the fabric to your lips.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

His other hand moved up, resting itself behind your neck, his thumb tucked behind your ear just as it was when he put the lime into your mouth and had you lick the salt off his hand.

Your stomach fluttered at the thought that your tongue had connected with his skin in such a manner upon just meeting him, you had liked it more than you should have.

“I wanted you in here when I first saw you, you know?”

Your focus was snapped back by the sound of his voice, quiet and gravely.

You laughed a shy nervous laugh again and replied.

“What, in your room?”

Your now very meek voice questioned out, playing dumb just in case you were catching his hints wrong, despite the two of you being tangled up with one another.

“Yeah, in my room,”

Josh grinned a devious grin, tugging softly at the roots of your hair.

You choked down a small whimper, liking to think it was out of pain and not the alternative.

“Why would you want that?” you asked again, the last bits of self restraint leaving you as you waited for whatever delicious response he had for you.

“I think you know why, y/n.”

He leaned closer to the point where your noses grazed and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he breathed heavy pants against your cheeks.

You finally found your courage and brought your eyes up to look at his.

They narrowed as a devilish smirk grew on his lips, and without another moment, he pressed them against yours.

They were soft and warm and tasted salty in the best way possible.

His fingers curled into a fist around your vest as he pulled you closer to him.

You brought your hands to the sides of his face, losing them in soft brown curls.

He nipped at your bottom lip, each time swiping his sweet tongue against the delicate skin afterwards.

You let out small whimpers, not knowing if he heard them or even really caring.

He released you feverishly, pushing you away but keeping his hands connected to you.

The hand gripping at the vest loosened and instead settled onto your hip. He scanned the entirety of your body, his mouth slightly agape with awe and lust.

He finally traced his eyes back up to your face, your lips pink and swollen and cheeks red. The side of his mouth quirked up.

“You’re so fucking hot…you look so pretty like this,”

He moved a hand to take your cheek into his palm, focused on scanning every aspect of your very flushed face.

He seemed to enjoy seeing what he could do to you.

You stepped forward in a fit of sudden confidence and growing desire, closing the gap once again and looping your fingers through the belt loops at the front of his pants.

You pulled, wanting him closer to you and he looked down in pleasant surprise.

“You’re so impatient, do you want me that badly, pretty girl?”

Josh quirked his eyebrows up, laughing a breathy laugh.

You nodded your head, tugging harder at his pants, head swirling as you felt the hardness beneath them.

“Why so quiet? I want to hear you talk with that needy voice of yours,”

He tilted your head up with a finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

He had, after all, heard your small moans and whimpers.

“You…I want you,”

You finally managed let out quietly, your heartbeat quickening as your chest rose and fell swiftly, embarrassment, guilt and excitement all mixing into one odd amalgamation.

You wondered if Casey was looking for you.

Josh leaned into you, connecting your lips once again and disintegrating any other thoughts that weren’t about him and his warm lips moving against your own.

You moaned against his mouth at the return of his tongue to yours, tucking your fingers under the waistband of his jeans and underwear, grazing the sensitive skin there.

He groaned into the kiss, chuckling as he leaned away, his mouth still on yours.

“You’re a tease, gorgeous,”

Josh spoke, shutting his eyes and trying to savor the feeling of your fingers on his body.

He looked down at you, forehead resting on your own, and waited for a response as his mouth hung open in desire.

You looked up at him, flashing a devious grin and swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you slowed your fingers and returned them to resting on the sides of his face, tangled in his hair.

“S’that better?” you asked, a taunting tone taking to your voice.

Josh let out a breathy laugh, his hand squeezing at your hip and the other tugging softly at your hair, you were playing a dangerous game.

“Yeah, much,” he answered, a sarcastic twinge present in his words.

He danced his fingers down your neck, stopping them as he got to your sternum.

The tips of his fingers grazed the edge of your vest and dipped under it until they found the slight beginnings of the underside of your breast.

His touch was light, barely there, and only whispers of warmth trailed behind it as he followed the curved outline of your breast, up and down.

Your breath hitched and goosebumps prickled at your skin.

You stared up at him intently, focused on his own gaze steady on your chest.

His movements were so precise, so soft, you were putty in his hands.

He flicked his stare back to your face, searching for any reaction to his teasing and smirked upon finding your open mouthed and pleading eyed expression.

“Now who’s the tease?”

You managed to get out, but not without your voice wavering as his fingers continued drawing lazy lines up and down the contour of your breast.

He let out a chuckle and his eyes narrowed.

He moved his hand around your breast, kneading at the supple flesh slowly, dragging his fingers over your hardened nipple as his other hand dug into your hip.

You leaned into him, feeling some relief as he finally touched you, even hungrier for more.

You tightened your fingers in his hair, tugging at the curls and dragging your other hand to rest on his neck as you pulled his lips back onto your own.

His hands grabbed at you more desperately, pulling your hips into his and catching your nipple between his fingers as his hand feverishly molded around your breast.

You both breathed into the kiss, the two of you getting more and more needy as slight nips on your lips became harsh bites and soft kisses became desperate and rough.

He tugged at your hair, pulling your head to the side as he moved his lips down your jaw and to that sweet spot on your neck. You sucked in a harsh breath as he dragged his teeth further down your neck, eliciting slight twinges of pain before soothing them with a warm flick of his tongue.

You could feel his hardness against you as his hand continued pulling your hips into his, trying to find any friction he could.

You brought your hands down to his shirt, fiddling with the few remaining buttons and dragging your hands against the exposed flesh when you finally managed to unbutton them. He shivered under your touch, grinding his hips further onto yours as you once again dipped your fingers under his waistband.

You retreated your touch again only to bring your hand over his clothed hardness.

He sighed heavily into your neck as you palmed his erection, his pants tight around it.

You were desperate for more, more of him and more of his skin on your skin and his warmth on and in every part of yours.

Going to his belt, you sloppily undid it until it hung open on his hips.

He moved his hand to the swell of your ass, squeezing at the flesh, stray fingers accidentally finding their way under your skirt that was quickly riding up your thighs.

You undid his button, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away slightly.

He looked at you curiously as you pulled his shirt off his shoulders and began trailing your fingers down his torso, eventually lowering yourself onto your knees.

His mouth hung open and his chest fell and rose quicker than it had before as his hands began tangling in your hair.

“You don’t have to, darling.”

You nodded.

“I know, I just want to taste you, I want to make you feel good.”

He let out a breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“How could I refuse?” He offered, his tongue tracing the bottoms of his teeth.

A heat grew between your legs, you wanted to have him in your mouth.

You wanted him to be hitting the back of your throat until you gagged and made a mess of you all for his own pleasure.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” you did as he said, the corners of his lips pulling up at the action.

He brought his own hands down to his pants, motioning for you to return yours to your side.

He unzipped his jeans painfully slowly, rubbing himself over his underwear a few times before hooking his fingers under their waistband and pulling them down, his cock springing against his stomach upon being released from the tight confines of his briefs.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you stared at him with an open mouth, now not so confident you could take him.

His eyes darkened as he ran his hand over the length of his cock, pressing the tip against your lips.

You swallowed dryly, words escaping you in that very moment.

“Don’t give up before you try, sweet girl. I want to feel your pretty mouth around me,”

Josh moved his other hand to your mouth, the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down, his cock still resting on your lips.

You wrapped your hand around the base of him as he retreated his own from himself.

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip, traveling sweet kisses down the length of him, dragging your tongue up to his head once you reached the bottom of him.

His hands tangled in your hair as soft, breathy groans escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed and mouth hanging open.

You wrapped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around him. His hands tightened in your hair and he pushed at the back of your head slightly, trying to get you to take him in even farther. You complied, dragging your mouth down and around him until he hit the back of your throat.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you bobbed your head up and down his length.

You looked up at him as he opened his eyes to watch you work your mouth around him, the side of his lip quirking up.

He held your head still with his hands firmly grasping at your hair and thrusted into your mouth. You moaned around him, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure.

He started off slow, trailing his eyes until they met with your own, tears beginning to well up in them.

His eyes were dark with lust and his mouth morphed into an evil smirk while he watched for your reaction every time he roughly thrust himself into your mouth.

He sped up and tears fell from the corner of your eyes as he continued hitting the back of your throat over and over again, faster and faster. He let out guttural groans as he pulled you away from him, saliva trailing from your mouth to his dick and trickling down the sides of your lips.

He huffed out a breath, stroking himself a few times and bringing the pad of his thumb down to wipe your mouth and the tears still present on your cheeks.

“I made such a mess of you mama,” He spoke through lost breaths as he looked down at you adoringly, “you felt so fucking good.”

You only looked back at him, your eyes connecting with him in a foggy haze. He bent down to you and pressed his lips against yours, so breathtakingly delicate in contrast to his previous actions.

He pulled away, and searched your eyes, moist with leftover tears. He pulled you up with a gentle tug of the arm and pushed you into the bed, soft with burnt orange bedding.

“It’s your turn to feel good my pretty girl,” Your face flushed.

You knew it was just something that slipped out of his mouth, that you had only known each other for at most two or three hours, but the words trickling off his lips made you feel special.

His.

He pushed you back so you were laying down, your head propped up on the few pillows resting against his headboard.

He crawled on top of you, settling himself between your legs and stopping as he hovered over your lower stomach.

He huffed out a quiet, shaky breath, and licked his lips, staring at the exposed skin of your torso. He traced the tips of his fingers from your lower stomach, just above where the waistband of your skirt settled, to the space between your breasts, still slightly covered by the vest.

You shivered under his touch again, so light, so delicate, yet so electric.

You stared at him hovering over you.

The way his eyes distracted themselves on studying every inch of your skin, his lips hung open in admiration and craving, glistening with saliva.

God, he was so pretty.

He brought his hands to your vest, slowly removing it as you leaned off the bed slightly to help him get it off you. He drew in a breath, his focus on your naked torso.

He looked back up to you, questioning and desire present in his expression.

He finally placed a hand on your breast, slowly kneading at it as he brought his lips to place feather light kisses in between your breasts.

He grazed his tongue over your nipple as his hand worked at your other breast. You drew in a sharp breath, relishing in the intimate touch.

He lapped at you again, this time without stopping.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple sloppily, his hand feverishly squeezed and played with your other breast.

He detached his lips from you and trailed them down your stomach, slowly, delicately.

Trails of saliva followed his actions and soon his kisses found their way to your waistband.

He stayed there, nipping and sucking at the skin, your hips involuntarily squirming and bucking as he formed bruises on them. His hand moved from your breast to under your skirt.

The black fabric scrunched up at your hips as his hand desperately hooked around the side of your underwear.

You whined quietly, the kisses becoming too little and his hand becoming too far from where you wanted it.

He dragged your skirt off your hips and past your legs, discarding his own bottoms as well onto the floor.

You took him in for a split second, tracing your eyes around the contours and curves of his nude body, your face heated up and an electric feeling coursed through your veins.

Before you could look any more he bent down to hover over your hips. He pulled down the side of your underwear fastened to your hip just an inch, his breath hot on the bit of skin as his face hovered just an inch or two from your body.

He worked his lips there and trailed them to the other side of your body, his fingers teasingly pulling down your underwear just the slightest bit and pressing intimate kisses on the forbidden skin there.

You squirmed under his touch and your voice pleaded out with whimpers and whines. He looked up to you, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He finally brought his mouth down over your clothed core, kissing over the fabric. You shivered and brought your hands down to settle in his loose curls, already wild from your previous rendezvous.

He brought his mouth back to your waistband and settled the fabric between his teeth, pulling it down your legs.

You closed your legs, embarrassment washing over you as much as lust and desire.

“Don’t get shy now, let me see you,” Josh kneeled in front of you.

He slipped his hands between your knees, pulling them apart and settling himself in between you.

He licked his lips as he dipped his head down between your legs until you could feel his warm breath on your core. You exhaled a quick and sharp breath.

“You keep getting prettier, sweet girl,”

Josh raised his head, looking into your eyes before returning them to between your legs.

His arms wrapped under your legs, hands curling around to grip at your hip and squeeze at the tops of your thighs.

Once again all that was present on your exposed core was his warm breath, teasing as your hips struggled not to squirm under his manipulation.

You could feel his breath before you could hear the slight breathy chuckles come from between your legs.

“So needy for me,”

He teased, watching the way your body reacted to him.

“Please, Josh,” you struggled out, frustration building.

“I want to take my time mama, be with such a pretty girl as long as I can,” he answered with his fingernails dragging soft stinging circled around your hip.

“I might just leave then,”

You challenged, knowing damn well it wasn’t true.

He knowingly called your bluff.

“I just don’t think that’s true,” he answered, his voice just slightly lower than before, his breath slightly closer.

He extended his tongue and your body jolted before melting into his warmth. You rolled your hips against his tongue, stationary and velvet soft.

You groaned with frustration, he was giving you just enough, but nothing more.

You returned your hands to his curls, tightening them in the messy brown waves, pulling him closer into you.

He gave in, moving his tongue in sweet, soft circles around your clit. His pace quickened and you lost sight of anything and anyone except you and him.

You moaned out, but the sound caught in your throat and your mouth hung open in splendid delight.

He groaned into you and you pulled at his curls unabashedly, not having the mental capacity to worry if it hurt him or not.

He closed his mouth around your clit, sucking and kissing before returning his tongue to work at you.

The warm feeling began tumbling in the pit of your stomach and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire.

His hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, fingers dipping toward the sensitive spots on the inside of your thigh.

You let out a breathy whimper followed by a line of expletives you were trying your best not to yell in hopes no one downstairs would hear what was happening in Josh’s room.

“Don’t hold back, let everyone hear how good I make you feel, mama,”

Josh hurried the words out before pressing his lips back onto you.

With only those words, your inhibitions had left you and you were moaning out without shame.

His name, various curses, anything and everything.

The burning feeling pooled up in your stomach and you knew you were close.

“Josh, keep going…fuck,” you managed out between laboured breaths and whimpers.

Upon your words, he groaned into you, moving his hand from your thigh to your entrance, teasing a finger. You bucked your hips into him and you could feel the smirk form on his lips.

He gave in, pushing two fingers into you.

You shuttered with delight as you stretched around him.

You hadn’t done this in a while, and the twinge of pain from his fingers made you delightedly fearful for how he would feel inside you, how he would stretch you out.

A wave of overwhelming pleasure hazed all your senses, all you could feel was him. He kept a steady pace of his fingers as he wrapped his mouth around your clit.

“F-fuck,”

You choked out, squeezing your thighs around his head and grinding yourself against his lips as you chased your release.

Your legs shook as your thighs tightened around him, reaching your climax.

You squeezed your eyes together, your mouth hanging open as a moan caught in the back of your throat. He groaned into you, slowing his fingers and mouth.

You exhaled a long shaky breath, opening your eyes and returning to Josh resting between your legs.

He crawled over you, making his place between your legs. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hard cock against you. He dragged his tongue over your bottom lip.

“Do you taste how sweet you are?”

You licked over your bottom lip and his eyes hung on them, his lids half opened in a delighted daze.

“Hmmm?” He continued.

You nodded your head and the corner of his mouth tugged up.

“What a sweet girl,”

Josh continued, murmuring praises in your ear as he pressed hot, wet kisses down your neck.

He pushed his cock against you, teasing your entrance.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me mama?”

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, his grasp harsher than anything before.

There was something dangerous in his eyes.

He tugged your head up when you didn’t answer.

“Hmm? Will you let me fuck you any way I want?”

He drew his eyebrows down.

You nodded, catching yourself quickly and speaking out,

“Yes.”

A grin fell on his lips.

“Yes what?”

He pushed.

“I-I’ll let you fuck me Josh, do whatever you want with me,”

Josh watched you closely, his eyes always finding their way back to your lips.

“Good,”

He finally let out, pushing himself into you to the hilt.

Your mouth dropped open as he painfully stretched you out. He stayed still inside you for only a second before beginning a harsh pace, the bed under you shaking with his movements.

You could only think about what the people downstairs must’ve been thinking for a single second before the burning pain turned into sweet pleasure.

He thrust into you relentlessly, each time hitting a spot inside you that made you unashamedly yell out his name.

“What a pretty girl, yelling out my name like that,”

He slowed down, moving into with rough punctuated thrusts,

“taking it all like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god, Josh…” you whimpered out, his pace speeding up again, the bed moving harshly underneath the two of you.

There was no way the people downstairs hadn’t noticed, even despite the thumping music and loud chatter.

Josh let out mumbled curses, your name mixed in with them along with various ‘good girls’ and ‘what a pretty girl’s.

He grabbed your leg feverishly, hoisting it over his shoulder, hitting a spot deep inside you.

“Fuck..” you gasped out.

“Yeah, you gonna cum mama, you gonna give it all to me?”

His words just brought you closer as you tightened around him, his eyes squeezing closed at the feeling.

“Fuck, give it to me like a good girl.”

He was close too, you could tell by the way his pace faltered.

He sped up, falling flush against the backs of your thighs, pulling your other leg over his shoulder.

You both grew louder the closer you got, hurtling towards your finish.

“Cum with me pretty girl, let me see you make a mess all over my dick,” he thrusted into you harder and harder.

His eyes stayed focused and unwavering on your face, delighted as your mouth hung open, your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.

You came undone around him, thighs shaking as your nails dug into the skin on the backs of his arms.

He fucked you through your climax until he came to his own release, spilling inside of you as he continued slow exhausted thrusts inside of you.

He stopped and hung his head down, the both of you searching for breath. Your legs hung limply on his shoulders as his torso pressed against the backs of your thighs, sticky sweat beginning to dry between the two of you.

After a few seconds of silence, the only noise that of your gasps and muffled music from downstairs, he gently took your legs and rested them on opposite sides of him.

He pulled out slowly, a twinge suddenly present on his face from the loss of you.

You could feel the mess spilling from between your legs, uncomfortable and sticky.

Josh hovered above you, staring down at your face, tracing your features before pressing soft kisses to your temples and eventually on your lips.

“I’m going to have to do a lot of explaining to Casey,” Josh chuckled.

A guilty grin erupted on your face as well.

“As will I. She finally brings me to meet her friends from home and I disappear with one of them after two hours.”

Josh’s lips fell into an easy smile.

“You’re gorgeous.”

You allowed yourself to revel in the moment.

Sure, you barely knew the man, and sure, it was most likely a simple one night stand, but in the moment, you felt happy, special, warm, cared for.

It seemed to just be the way Josh made people feel, he had that special something about him.

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Get to Know Me tag

Ultimate Addition

Been tagged with multiple versions of this. Will do this all in one.

And maybe this will be the definitive version.

Thanks to: @herrmannhalsteadproduction here, @sleepywriter00 here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, @dyrewrites here, @infinnative here, @buffythevampirelover here, and @mysticstarlightduck here.

Tagging @illarian-rambling @gottestod-writes @cowboybrunch @blind-the-winds @uninspired-platypuss @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @its-on-site @aalinaaaaaa @randomlettrrsqqssfxwcvhxnqbwriro @thepeculiarbird + anyone else

(y'all don't have to do all of these - pick one. Honestly you can do all of them but like...only if you really want to)

Version 1

Last Song - Driving the Last Spike (Genesis)

Currently Watching - Star Trek Voyager in my trek marathon, still have a little bit of Phineas and Ferb to rewatch, MythBusters, Whose Line is it Anyway, The Bad Batch as it comes out, and I keep forgetting the last bit of Hamster and Gretel is on D+ rip

Three Ships - uhhh the least controversial I feel will be Robin/Starfire (Teen Titans), Kirk/Spock (Star Trek), and Dakota/Cavendish (Milo Murphy's Law)

Favorite color - T E A L 🩵💚 it slaps. Btw this: 🩵 is not teal but it's the emoji that pops up when I type teal wtf teal is GREENER that's like cyan which also has the same emoji I'm sick of people calling light blue teal

Currently reading - beta reading Whispers by @magic-is-something-we-create and making my way through Purple Hyacinth on Webtoon

Currently consuming - uh just woke up will have my coffee in a bit

Place of birth - Earth

Currently location - pretty sure it's Earth

Last movie - True Lies (first time watching)

Version 2

Are you named after anyone? No my mom was sick of the family name she was given so revolted against peer pressure.

When was the last time you cried? Uhh couple days ago got caught in traffic due to an accident and went a separate way only to find myself on the feeder road with more traffic from another accident so I had to pull into a Jaguar parking lot before I got full a panic attack

Do you have kids? No please dear God. Future students are my kids.

What sport do you/have you played? Soccer when I was like in kindergarten.

Do you sarcasm? See next answer

What's the first thing you notice about someone? That they exist

Eye color? Brown

Scary movie or happy ending? These aren't opposites?? Scary movies have happy endings! So happy endings.

Any talents? Uh, writing, I guess. Media analysis. I can read fast. I'm Gen Z and can write in cursive. I kick ass at the puzzle match mini game on Wii Party.

Where were you born? *Double checks* yeah still Earth

Hobbies? Writing, reading, watching TV, scrolling through Tumblr, media analysis, watching YouTube, daydreaming, listening to music, useless data analysis

Any pets? Two cats

Height? 5'4

Favorite subject? ELAR (reading/writing) that's why I want to teach it

Dream job? See above

Version 3

Currently reading - answered this above

Last song - I'm doing this on a different day (sorry) and now it's Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen)

Currently watching - said above

Current fic - uh I'm just reading the stuff I already said

Current hyperfixation - brain recently has been toggling between Phineas and Ferb, Teen Titans (2003), Avatar The Last Airbender, Megamind, and my WIP The Secret Portal so uh pick one

Favorite color - T E A L

Sweet/spicy/savory - I guess savory but yeah depends on mood

Relationship status - happily dating ❤️

Last thing I Googled - Ming-Na Wen (wanted to know her age. She's 60)

Song stuck in my head - currently Somebody To Love (Queen - was listening to the greatest hits)

Favorite food - my dad's food, specifically his Cincinnati chili and his cake

Dream trip - New Zealand or Tokyo

Version 4

(highlight what describes you)

APPEARANCE

Dark hair* // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile// I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

*up for debate

ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami* // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

*with instructions and not well

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year// I have a crush* // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend+ // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship^ // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

*does my gf count as a crush? I still act like it lol

+am dating

^i think this is referring to romance but I do have other friends in other states

SEASONS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise* // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

*I think once could be making that up

Take your bets if I'm an outdoorsy person (nope)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower* // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed+ // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

*quietly

+used to

EDIT: I've decided to add onto this post whenever I get a new get to know me tag, so from here on out this was not in the original post

Version 5

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts (glasses) / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts (I think some of them count?) / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports (was in soccer in kindergarten haha) / I play an instrument (used to, violin) / i know more than one language (I know some ASL but I've forgotten most of it... ) / I can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / I have never dated anyone / I have a best friend that I have known for over five years (Cado, how has it been seven years almost????) / I am an only child

Version 6

Last song: as of answering this, technically I watched Psych so the theme song!

Favorite color: you should know this at this point in the post

Currently watching: Psych like I said, also Star Trek Voyager and a few on the side still (see above)

Sweet/spicy/savory: see Version 3

Current obsession: ...Psych but also my WIPs :)

Last thing I googled: thesaurus because I was doing the @sipofsnips and didn't have the word this morning

Favorite season: they all suck but I'll go with fall

Skill I'd like to learn: I want to draw good

Best advice: "thinking about it counts as working on it" because it's changed my outlook on how much I get done in a day, "progress is progress" for similar reasons but more general, and generally that if you burn yourself out trying to do everything nothing gets done

Woo! This was a LOT holy shit. Hope you know more about me!

#not writing #get to know me #tag game

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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Daddy issues?

What happens when you have Felix in the palm of your hand, and realize just how big an absent father can change someone

Felix gallardo, one of the biggest drug dealers

Your husband, and biggest blessing in your life

You had a very tough life before Felix, that's not to say it wasn't luxurious but your family was broken. Your mother had left when you were a kid, your father with nothing better to do drowned himself in his work and whores almost every other day.

It had been unfortunate for lack of a better word, but either way with no one to guide you it was obvious you would end up in the wrong places at the wrong time.

Or at least that's what would have happened if Felix hadn't been where he was when you meet him, he had seen you when he became aware that someone had fucked things up with a delivery and wanted to make sure getting rid of them was done correctly

But when he saw you, and how young you were too...he didn't have the heart in him to do it.

Instead, he developed an interest in you, it didn't look like you lacked money, you were beautiful, and suddenly Felix had an interest in making you his next victim of playing with women's hearts

The thing is, you had heard of him, the cheater, Drug lord, egocentric, all these and more were things you had heard of him and knew better than to involve yourself with him

So while Felix tried to chase you, the only thing you did was run further from him, that is until he quite literally gave you no choice

He had invited you to an event and you felt like causing more disappointment towards your father, so you agreed. When you got there you realized the mistake you had made, there was no party only him

Tring to back away and open the door proved useless as the door had locked when you stepped in, sneaky son of a bitch

And there he was standing all-powerful as you started panicking he said "Porfavor siéntate" he pointed to the chair opposite of him, it wasn't a question

And you did, out of fear of what he would do. However contrary to what you thought he asked you about the job you did, about why you did it and you found yourself falling for his voice. Every time he spoke you wanted to hear more until the itch in your brain was gone, and he noticed. Noticed how your posture relaxed and your jaw un-clenched, how your eyes slowly dropped their guard, and how you looked so hypnotized by him

He smirked, he had you where he wanted you, and offered you to sit next to him, at this your eyes widened in surprise but accepted, you wanted more of him, wanted to know what his skin feel like, what he smelled like, how soft his hair was

You wanted to know everything, after you sat next to him, he turned his face to you and smiled with a charm only he could achieve. He ever so gently held your hand and with a glint of something in his eyes asked "Porque me miras haci, eh amor?"

You felt like you were dying, a heavy feeling was crushing your heart, and your stomach felt full of butterflies

Then as if that wasn't enough he suddenly let go of your hand and tiled your chin up to look at him "Dime que quieres" And you couldn't answer before closing the space between both of you and kissing him

The kiss was intense and full of want, desperation, and something you couldn't quite put your hand on but ever so slowly that crushing feeling came back and then the tears started to fall

This alerted Felix that something was wrong, he stopped and asked "Que te pasa, estas bien?" He searched your face for any sign of discomfort or fear but found none

He had no idea why you were crying, and then you started to ramble, about your father, about how much you wanted someone, about these feelings you felt and he understood

He gently took you in his arms and hugged you, he sighted and kissed the top of your head while rocking you back and forth "Estoy aquí amor, yo estoy aqui" he said, just loud enough for you to hear

As you calmed down, you couldn't force yourself from his warmth and how calming his heartbeat was, it made you feel...cared for, more than you had ever felt

He smiled when he noticed you had calmed down and spoke again "Entonces esto significa que me amas?" He asked, and you looked up "Solo si prometes no estar con ninguna otra perra que se te ponga enfrente" He laughed and for a moment you worried he would say no "Será difícil pero, si se trata de ti, lo haría mil veces" then he smiled, finally making you relax unto him

BET FELIX IS OFFICIALLY MY NEW HYPERFIXATION!

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atinydise · 1 year

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Ateez spending Halloween with their s/o

❦ Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 1K.

HONGJOONG

You were lazily laying down on the sofa with your boyfriend, head resting on his lap. You were watching TikToks on your phone, while Hongjoong was listening to his new instrumental composition. You could see that he was not satisfied with it. “Not good?” You whispered, not wanting the break his peace. “Not good.” He sighed, removing his earbuds. “Not good at all.” “You will figure it out.” You tried to motivate him. It was the 7th time, he kept changing everything he could on these only 1 minute and 39 seconds. For sure, it wasn’t the same music as the first time. “I will take a break for now.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to avoid any more frustration. You thought that maybe you needed to let Hongjoong rest, but he finally asked you: “Did you find a costume for Halloween?” You pouted, “No. I found a really cool witch costume yesterday, but they didn’t have my size anymore…” “Well, at least you won’t see another person wearing the same costume as you.” He rubbed your forehead. “But it was really cute.” You sighed. “I‘ll probably be a vampire this year.” He said. “I just need to find… fangs.” “You don’t have the main accessory for your costume?” You sat up, trying to not laugh at him. “Exactly.” He smiled softly at you. “You need to find one, otherwise you are just going to look like a sick waiter.” “Ha ha ha,” he said sarcastically. “You are so funny.” “I will probably try to be a computer.” You finally said. “A computer?” He asked, raising a brow thinking about how you could end with this idea. “Yeah, so at least you would be focused on me.” A long and awkward silence settles between you. Your boyfriend was trying to not choke you with the first pillow he would find, and you were trying to maintain a poker face even though you just wanted to laugh out loud at your joke. “I don’t even know what to say.” He whispered. “You suck.” You rolled your eyes and laid down back on him. “Your jokes suck.” He replied. “What about a chocolate bar?” He simply gave the “are you crazy” look. “Why not?” You shrugged. “At least you could eat me.” “Oh! Y/N!” He pushed you out of his lap, making you roll on the fluffy mat. You couldn’t stop laughing at his face. You loved to surprise him with a “not expected kinky sentence”. “Come on don’t act so pure. Did you forget what you did yest-” “Y/N!” “Okay okay…” you sat correctly on the floor, facing him. “Remove this smile on your face.” “I can’t! You are just too cute.” “You are unbelievable.” “Forget hour vampire costume and try to be a nun.”

SEONGHWA

“Y/N! We are going to be late.” Yelled Seonghwa enough for you to hear him from the opposite room or the apartment. “We are already.” You replied. Seonghwa was admiring his pirate costume for the 3rd time in 2 minutes. He was quite happy with it and couldn’t wait to know what the other members thought about it. Jongho had the great idea to organize a costume party and said that 2 people would be rewarded with the best costume of 2022. Useless to say that your boyfriend wanted to win. For this, he almost begged you for an entire day to match your costume with his. It was quite hard for you to give up on your first costume idea, but when you imagined yourself and your boyfriend entering the room with your fabulous pirate costume, you agreed. Seonghwa immediately turned around when he heard the door wincing behind him. “So how do I look?” You asked, fixing your earrings. You could have been happy only by the look on his face, but you wanted more. You prepared this costume by yourself for an entire week and were already so happy and proud of the result. “You- you look stunning…” you whispered; eyes glued on your dress corset. “Isn’t the bandana too much? I feel like I have a lot of accessories already?” You asked, standing next to him to look at your reflection in the mirror. “No. Everything is great.” He replied, reassuring you. “Good then let’s go!” You slowly pecked his cheek, making sure to not let any lipstick on. Well before you could step away from him, he held your wrist tightly. “Huh?” “Do we… really need to go?” He smirked, eyes gown up and down on your body. “Are you serious?” You chuckled. “We prepared so much for this, and you want to give up?” “Look at you.” He made you turn around. “I already won the competition.” Your boyfriend was slowly approaching your face to you. “So?” You raised a brow. “Dude, keep your thing in your pant.” Seonghwa was surprised by this sudden mood change. He wasn’t expecting such a response. “I didn’t give up on my Miss Hulk costume to stay at home!” You pushed his forehead slightly. “Come on!” He pouted. “Grab the keys! We are going to this party Park Seonghwa.” “I hate you…” he whispered. “Yeah yeah hurry to captain.” You opened the main door. “Maybe we can leave early?” “No.” “Use a room there? For a few minutes? Or hours…” “No.” You repeated. “Or yeah maybe…” “Yes!” “But only if we win.” You winked. “Oh, they are not ready for the entrance we are about to make, darling.” He rushed outside.

YUNHO

“WAAAH!” You didn’t even flinch at your boyfriend roaring at you, with a terrific and bloody Halloween 13th mask. “Nice try.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “But I didn’t even blink.” “I’m gonna-” You both stopped in your tracks when a 5-year-old child was standing 2 meters from you with a terrified look. You immediately tried to comfort him, saying that it was just a mask, but the child was already so scared that he ran to his mother, crying out loud in the store. “Remove this quickly before we have a problem.” You ordered it from your boyfriend. “But I still have a point.” “I wasn’t scared.” You raised a brow. “But he was.” He smirked. “It still counts.” “No.” “Yes.” “No!” You raised your voice. “Ok, what if we change the rules?” Suggested Yunho. To put more context to this weird situation, your boyfriend challenged you last week. Since he would be busy with his group schedule during Halloween, he had the great idea to suggest an entire Halloween week. By that, he means that you both compete to scare the other one. The winner will be the one who made the other one flinch, scream, and even cry the most. “What do you suggest?” “Let’s say that the one who just looks surprised by a prank, is the final loser.” He smirked. “But I’m always surprised!” “Yeah, I know.” He patted your head. “We need to try to keep a poker face.” “Bet.” You immediately replied. Yunho was surprised that you accepted so quickly since it would be a hard mission to manage for you. But at least it was good for him. You sealed this bet with a handshake, and both ran to different places in the store, to find the perfect accessory. You looked for something extravagant for at least 5 minutes, still aware that your boyfriend could jump out of nowhere at any moment. Finally, an accessory caught your attention. On the other part of the store, Yunho was focused on which kind of weapon could make you afraid. He knew that a mask was kind of useless on you, but what about a chainsaw? An electric one? “Yeah definitely.” He grabbed it. At this moment, Yunho was looking for you. He needed to take care of his height because you could easily spot him from anywhere. He almost jumped for joy when he saw you focused on a mask. Your back was facing him. It was almost too easy, he thought. He just had to surprise you from behind. He slowly and quietly stepped toward you, making sure he was discreet. “What do you think about this?” You asked, turning over at the last second. Yunho gagged when he saw a bloody and realistic eye globe pending on your cheek. You hid your real eye with a skin-matching eye patch, so it was kind of surprising for him to see you with this face. “I WON!!!” You yelled out loud. “This is disgusting!” He gagged once again. “Yeah yeah loser.” You laughed, slowly removing the eye from your face. “I can’t believe I lose with… this!” He rubbed his eyes, frustrated. “That’s not even scary.” “You said to maintain a poker face only. Not that it should be scary.” You smirked. “Revenge.” “No! You admit it you are a loser.” You patted his shoulder softly. “It’s okay. The student has surpassed the master.” “Never!” He replied. For sure, he wouldn’t give up so easily. But at least, you won against the game master this time.

YEOSANG

“Heeey!” Greeted Mingi, opening the door to you. “Oh hey!” You greeted back, a bit surprised to see so much enthusiasm coming from him. “Welcome to Ateez in Wonderland!” “Thank you.” You giggled. “Do you know where I can find Yeosang?” “Absolutely not.” He smiled. “Why are you in such a good mood?” You asked. “It’s Halloween Y/N!” “But you are such a scared baby. I thought you would stay at home, to be honest.” “No, because it’s me who allows people to get in or not. If the costume is too scary then bye!” He smirked proudly. “Of course…” you sighed. “Then have fun there.” “Thank you!” You patted his shoulder and started to look for your boyfriend. There were a lot of people dancing already, but you couldn’t spot your boyfriend on the dance floor. You thought that maybe he was still preparing and decided to wait for him with a drink. “Can I get a spooky martini?” You asked the barman. “Sure.” You started to scroll on your phone, hoping to see a Yeosang notification. “Excuse me milady.” Someone taped your shoulder. “Yeah?” Your heart almost skipped a beat when you spotted your boyfriend, wearing a medieval prince costume with a black vintage mask. “Yeosang you look-” “No milady. It’s Sir Kang today.” He kissed your hand. “Okay, Sir Kang.” You giggled. “You look amazing tonight.” “Thank you,” he smirked at you. “You to milady, you look delicious.” “Delicious?” “Exquisite.” “Thank you, baby.” “May I invite you to dance with me?” He pointed at the crowd at the center of the room. “Actually, I’m waiting for my drink. I really need to… get in the right mood.” “No problem milady.” He sat on the stool next to you. “Are you going to talk like this the whole night?” “You don’t like it?” He freaked out for a second, using his usual voice. “I like it. Maybe even more than your normal one.” You winked. “Great.” He grabbed your tiny hand in his. “What's your costume right tonight?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m Hinata!” “Hinata?” He repeated. “Yeah! In Naruto. Look at my lenses!” You pointed at your white eyes. “But she’s not wearing this kind of sexy outfit.” “I made it spicy.” You smirked, running your finger on his toned arm. “I love it.” “Next year we should try a partner costume”, you shyly suggested. “That’s a great idea honey.” You almost choked on your drink with this cute name. You need to be used to it. “Y/N! Yeosang! Let’s dance!” Yelled Wooyoung from the dance floor. “Milady- no.” He shook his head. “Hinata-Sama, can you be my dance partner tonight?” He asked, standing up. “Hai.” You replied, grabbing his hand. “Let’s have some fun!” He screamed in excitement.

SAN

San set down the last cushions on the floor. He was trying to make your little space comfortable as possible. You would spend the 4 next hours watching horror movies together. Everything needed to be peaceful, comfy, and clean. “Can you believe it’s our first Halloween together?” You asked, sitting next to him. “Are you going to say this for everything we will do together?” “Yes!” You smiled with enthusiasm. “What are we watching tonight?” He asked, trying to expect what kind of movie he’s going to be terrified of. “In the dark and… Smile. I heard it was a good movie.” “Great.” He whispered. “Are you scared already?” You poked his side. “No! I’m used to it.” “Then I’ll play the movie.” “I almost messed up our popcorn.” Realized San, looking at every burnt corn. “How is that possible? You just put it 3 minutes in the microwave.” “I don’t know… it just smells wrong. But at least it looks like it.” “If you make me sick with-” “Shh, it’s starting!” San turned the volume up. The first 15 minutes were okay, it just set the mood of the movie. But everything changed when the night came. The first jump scare came and half of the candies were already spread on the blanket. “I knew it!” “Then why you screamed? You are scarier than the movie!” You complained. “Because it’s scary, dude!” “Don’t dude me!” You pinched his arm. “Can we pause it? I need to calm down.” “We said no pausing today. It’s Halloween.” “You want to kill me.” A part of you wanted to run away from the screen as well, but the movie started to be interesting. “No girl. Don’t open this door…” whispered San, covering his ears. “Shh.” You repeated. “Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” repeated San from stress. The bowl of popcorn flew between both of you when the evil spirit appeared on the screen. You didn’t know if you were more surprised by the movie or your boyfriend’s scream. “San!” “I hate this!” He whined, not daring to look at the screen. “It’s a movie!” You finally paused, seeing the state of your boyfriend. “But why should it appear when there’s no light? It’s…” “I thought you were used to this kind of movie.” Your voice softened. “I lied. I wanted to impress you.” He gulped, hiding his face under the blanket. You couldn’t help but think that it was a cute initiative. “I won’t stop loving you because you are scared of horror movies, idiot.” You ran your fingers on the back of his head. San slowly pulled down the cover, “you love me?” You quickly realized what you just said. It came out so naturally that you didn’t even notice it. “Let’s play back the movie.” You avoided his question. “Hey! Answer me.” “La la la la la!” You sang loud enough to not hear him until the next scene. “I finally love Halloween.” He smiled widely, snuggling against you. The movie became a distraction for him. The only thing that matters was this short sentence repeating non-stop in his head.

MINGI

“I can’t believe this girl makes me run miles to find just a fake plastic spider…” sighed Mingi, climbing the last stair before entering his floor. You both moved on together 2 months ago and to celebrate this, you had the fantastic idea to celebrate it by organizing a Halloween party. Mingi, of course, agreed. It was obviously a cool and fun suggestion, but honestly, he would have refused it if he knew that it means so much work, time, and dedication. And for sure, the hardest part was to manage you and your excitement. You were so happy about your decoration or spooky snacks that your voice was so high, almost like an ultrasound. “Babe I’m home.” Greeted Mingi when he opened the door. He was surprised to find an empty apartment. You were supposed to finish the last installation. Your boyfriend immediately checked his phone to see if you didn’t leave him a message saying that you had something to do at the last minute. But nothing. Mingi shrugged and just admitted that you ran into the supermarket to find flour for your pumpkin cupcakes. He gave up all his bags on the kitchen counter and looked for some water. *cling* Mingi raised a brow. He had never heard such a sound before. He looked around him to check if something wasn’t falling, but nothing. “I swear all these preparations make me crazy…” *cling cling* “Ok what the fuck is this?” He started to freak out. His first instinct told him to grab the first heavy thing on the counter: a pan. “Y/N?” He called you, thinking you were at home finally. His heart clenched in his chest when he didn’t hear any response. “Whoever you are go out of my house!” He yelled out with a trembling voice. “I have a knife!” He threatened. “And I’m not scared to use it!” *cling cling cling* The kitchen’s light suddenly turned off. Mingi almost fainted from fear. He just ran to the other source of light: the living room. But at the right moment that one of his feet stepped into the other room, you yelled at him, trying to scare him. By the scream he let out, you assumed that it was a successful mission. You couldn’t contain your laughter when you saw his decomposed face and the pan tightly wrapped against his chest as a shield. “Y/N!” “You should have seen your face.” You laughed, using the couch as a support since your legs gave up on you. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” “Oh come on,” you smiled. “I thought you had a knife to protect you.” “I could have one! And you would probably be injured right now!” “Yeah sure…” you wiped your teary eyes. “You were too busy screaming.” “I hate you.” He faked hitting you with the pan. “Now that you are really in the mood-” you started. “Ah no! I need a nap after this.” He lay down on the couch. “Huh? But we have so many things to do! People are coming in… 3 hours now!” You tried to push him off the sofa. “I don’t care! I need to gain my spirit back.” “Mingi! Come on! It was a joke.” You pouted. “I’m traumatized…” he whispered dramatically. “You are such a baby…” you smirked.

WOOYOUNG

“Thank you for staying with me tonight.” You sat in front of your friend. “Anytime. I know that you hate thunder and storm.” Replied Wooyoung, distributing UNO’s cards. “I hope I don’t make you miss a great Halloween party.” “No. And I rather stay in with you right now.” “Come on,” you giggled. “You love me huh!” “Of course. You are my best friend after all.” He pinched your forearm. You could have replied something back, but the thunder sound resonated in your entire apartment, making you frown for a second. “Y/N, it’s okay.” Wooyoung tried to reassure you as much as he could. “I hate this.” You sighed, grabbing the sofa plaid next to you. “I will try one day to make you love the thunder sound. It’s so relaxing when you are sleeping.” “I love rain when I sleep. But thunder is so… scary. I do feel like everything will crush around me.” Okay, but right now, try to relax. We are both here, with food and games. What could happen?” Right at this moment, all the lights turned off. “This.” You said, blinking crazily in the dark. “A power outage could happen.” “Well, at least we are right in the Halloween theme.” He laughed. “This is not funny!” You stood up, rushing to your room to find any candles you could light. Wooyoung was enjoying the situation so much that he was trying to scare you with an evil laugh. “You are scaring me! Stop that!” You whined. “Oh Y/N, you are such a coward. It’s just a-” A violent and loud thunder sound crushed down close to your apartment. Your best friend as well was taken aback. So much that he let out a quick scream. “Ah! Coward my ass! You are scared too!” “Shut up! I was not expecting it to be this loud.” He said as an excuse. “What about staying in my bed since we can’t play anymore.” “Ouh, your bed? Come on Y/N, you know I’m not easy.” He tried to hide his body with his hands. “Yikes. In no world, I would want to touch you!” You gagged, slowly walking to your bed. “Liar liar liar.” He rolled his eyes. After arguing like children for 5 good minutes, you were now both under your bed sheets. The room was quiet, a bit awkward because it was the first time you are so close in a private space. “Why is this so tense?” “I don’t know.” You replied. You rolled to the side, looking at him. “We were actually close, but never like that.” He moved to the side as well to face you. “You kinda cute tonight.” “I’m always cute.” You replied. “Yeah but now that I can see your dark circle I really think that you are fitting Halloween.” “I fucking hate you.” You rolled your eyes and turned to the other side, your back facing him. “I’m kidding.” He giggled. When he saw that you didn’t answer, he scooped behind you. He felt your body tense for a few seconds and then adapt to his body heat. “You are the prettiest person ever idiot.” He whispered against your nape. He slowly ran his arm around your waist, trying to get you closer to him. That’s why it began to be awkward. Something is changing between both of you. And it looked wonderful already.

JONGHO

“Hurry up!” You rushed to the haunted house; hand tightly closed around your boyfriend’s one. “Y/N, I won’t be scared.” Smiled Jongho, laughing that you were trying to scare him. “I won’t give up! This is my mission!” “That is useless.” “Listen Choi Jongho!” You faced him, your finger at 2 centimeters from his face. “I had a bet with the group, I need to make you scared! I need to hear you scream one time at least.” “And that’s why we go the haunted house? It’s always the same.” “No. This one is the scariest of Seoul.” “I won’t be scared. But you will so we better not do that.” He insisted. “Are you insisting because you are scared?” You raised a brow, challenging him. “You wish.” He sighed. “Then let’s go!” You led the way to the entrance. To be honest, you were really scared. The more you walked to the attraction, the more you wanted to cry. But you had a mission to achieve. You hoped that a long queue would be already set but no one. It was empty. “Why nobody is there?” You asked, thinking that maybe there was an issue. “Hello, young people!” Greeted an obviously evil and bloody doctor. You hiccupped in surprise while your boyfriend didn’t move an inch. “Are you already scared?” He laughed crazily. “N-no.” You whispered. “Are you working there?” Asked your boyfriend, pointing at the house. “Why is it empty?” “Oh, we have a smart boy here! As you can see, nobody has the courage to enter our house.” He laughed once again. “That’s why is it empty. Only the bravest one can.” “We are!” You said, a bit too loud. “Oh! Are you sure young lady? You look like you are going to faint from fear right now!” “Can I go alone?” Asked Jongho. Both of you were surprised. Why would he do that? “I need to be there to see you scream!” “Y/N it’s obviously too scary for you. And look at your legs you are shaking.” “No, I’m cold.” “We love cold body there.” Smirked the doctor. “You know what. Let’s call each other. I go there and you will hear-” “I want to go.” You insisted with a serious look this time. “Alright.” He sighed. “Stay close to me.” “Alright!” Clapped the doctor. “Follow me. All my friends will be happy to meet you.” You gulped and finally followed your boyfriend there. The doctor waved at you while you were slowly disappearing in the dark. 6 minutes later. “Ooh! This is our disgusting little couple!” Claimed the doctor as soon as you stepped out. “How was the experience?” “Boring.” Replied Jongho. “But fun.” “That’s the most important thing. And you, young lady?” “She’s traumatized.” Giggled Jongho. “Is she okay?” He asked, a bit worried about the look on your face. “Hmm… I don’t really know. I think we should go home.” “O-okay.” He stuttered, embarrassed for you. “Go home safe.” “Thank you.” He bowed politely. “Babe, let’s go.” You nodded weirdly; your soul still stuck in the haunted house.

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S4 and Its Role Storytelling Wise: The GA’s (lack of) Understanding of The Show

[Warning: long post ahead]

So I stumbled across two videos on youtube about season 4 of Stranger Things, analyzing it from a storytelling standpoint. As one does, I watched them, because I was intrigued about what people thought outside our bubble or places like reddit and fb. And I wanna talk about it because it’s intriguing how the answers are right in front of us, but most people, even people with knowledge about storytelling and media analysis, don’t consider more possibilities, too blinded by heteronormativity and how we’re used to the same formulas, the way most stories unfold.

The first video, “Why Stranger Things 5 (Probably) Won’t be Good”, considers that the show is dragging on too long because all the characters have solved their conflicts and the entire main cast of characters are perfectly fine with each other, which means s5 won’t be a compelling story because you can’t separate the character development and inner conflicts from the plot. And I was genuinely surprised because this is the complete opposite of how most of us perceive s4.

If anything, I don’t like rewatching s4 for this reason, because everything feels too open, too unresolved, with some clues and some key reveals but no real answers.

Mike and El are far from okay, they ended up the season not talking to each other. Will lied to Mike about the painting. Nancy and Jonathan haven’t had a real conversation about their future and how they really feel about it. Dustin is grieving Eddie and Mike isn’t even aware of his death. Lucas and El are grieving Max but not giving up on her.

And the most important one that upset me to no end for a while after I finished s4, before I sit down and analysed it: the characters come together to try to save Max, and Mike and Will do the same for El, and then they reunite… But they don’t have any real moment that reminds us that they’re friends, or why they are. This is hard to do when there’s so much action going on, but there’s always time to show us where these characters stand with each other. And this hurts me to write, but they don’t feel like a group of friends anymore, haven’t, for a while, since s3 probably. And this is intentional because they purposefully show us the party drifting apart in the beginning of s4, as soon as the first episode.

The fact that they’re all back in Hawkins and working together again isn’t enough to show us that they’re back to being best friends. We need moments that show us why these characters are friends and stick together because they love and care for each other, choosing each other, not only because the circumstances force them back together.

And in that sense, s4 lays the foundation for it to be something touched upon next season, but these characters are far from completely fine with each other. It’s going to be good and rewarding to have them all reunited and working together again and rebuilding their friendship at the same time, but it has not happened yet.

To say there’s no more “personal drama” to add on is a complete misunderstanding of where our main characters stand. When I heard that I was just thinking, did we just forget Will lied to Mike about the painting and he was only able to say “I love you” when he was pushed by Will, and we got no explanation for his weird behavior?!

The second video (Stranger Things 5 is NOT the Redemption You Think It Is) analyses several aspects of the show and brings up very important points about what makes a story feel real and compelling. This is a very good video, however, I found myself disagreeing once more with most of it. I’ll divide it into sections so it’s more organized, and I’ll talk about their arguments and my counterarguments. Keep in mind this is how most people perceive the show, and this person in the video is someone who does have some sort of knowledge about storytelling.

*They see the Cali plot as useless.

It is a fact that Mike, Will and Jonathan have been sidelined this season. While I don’t like this or agree with the amount of screen time they were given this season compared to other characters, they are far from useless. A lot of people seem to think they didn’t know what to do with them, so they put Mike and Will together in a van with Jonathan in Argyle just for funsies, and gave Will a crush on Mike as a last-minute decision. They perceive Will’s plot as simply being the “sad gay best friend who is obviously getting rejected”.

Their reasoning is quite simple: They aren’t looking at the bigger picture, failing to consider how these characters all have a purpose and how the Duffers always say that each scene adds something to the story. Even seemingly insignificant moments have weight in the story and are used to help us understand the how and why’s, or as callbacks, parallels, or even to reveal future plot points.

So what IS the purpose of the Cali plot? First I’m going to say what is NOT their ONLY purpose: saving El.

Yeah, that’s what we see them doing the entire time, but it’s not like El had an issue getting out of there by herself. I’m sure she would’ve been fine, ultimately doing the same thing we see her do: find a way to try to save Max when she’s miles away from Hawkins.

So, if their purpose (storytelling-wise) is not to save El and help her get to Hawkins… What does the Cali plot add?

CHARACTER CONFLICT that is going to BE IMPORTANT LATER. It’s, again, part of the FOUNDATION for the climax. Even with their little screen time, the Cali plot is KEY for future events. It builds lies upon lies that ended up inadvertently killing Max.

Mike wasn’t being himself, incapable of having an honest, open conversation with El, not being able to tell her I love you. Mike’s inner conflict, his tumultuous relationship with El, isolation from his friends, and awkward behavior towards Will drove Will to lie to him, presenting his feelings as El’s. Will’s lie pushed Mike to rush a love confession in a life-or-death situation and instead of helping, it contributed to Max’s death and Vecna not being defeated.

It serves the purpose to show the audience:

The characters are lying. They’re not being honest with each other, and this has BIG consequences.

They’re acting that way for a reason, but we don’t know why yet. It’ll be important later.

Mike and El do not understand each other and don’t work as a couple.

It sets Mike and Will’s relationship apart from the rest. They’re not just our usual friendship story, because if they were, their conflict would’ve been solved when they made up in s3. But their story is not over. This is the writers telling the audience: look here, we’ve established this pair and dynamic, it’ll be important.

And the thing is, if Will was supposed to be your usual “gay best friend in love with the straight guy” story, why bother with the points we just went over? It was a choice to have Mike act that way, not being able to hug Will and tell El I love you, it was a choice to have Will lie about the painting making it impossible for the truth not to reveal itself eventually, it was a choice to establish them as a pair who has multiple hearts to hearts, and it was a choice to have El not speaking to Mike by the end of the season.

It was a choice to have THIS as the final shot of the season.

*Mike’s Character

Next, let’s talk about Mike, one of the least liked characters by the general audience right now.

To be honest, it’s easy to understand why, and even some of us were worried about how they’ve been handling his character. The GA perceives Mike as a supporting role, El’s incompetent boyfriend who went from this smart kid that acted as a leader, to an oblivious, mean character. He feels DUMB to the audience, because how could he not notice El acting weird and how upset Will was in the van scene? They think it’s a shame because he used to be a perceptive kid and now he apparently lost his perception.

But this isn’t true at all.

Even in s4, when Mike is not his best and focuses too hard in pretending to be someone he’s not… He has shown us

Again

And again

That he is still his smart, perceptive self. He just struggles when it comes to emotional awareness and communicating his feelings, which, you know what? it’s completely fair for a teen boy whose best friend went missing, discovered an alternative dimension, saw multiple people die, and… Do I have to keep going? And he still managed to figure out the number was inside the pen, that Nina was a computer, and had the idea to ask Suzie for help. But they don’t read him as a three dimensional character, which brings me to the next point.

*Mike being “The Heart” feels undeserved

Honestly, my first reaction right after finishing s4 was the same. I thought they had murdered his character, and how could someone who is a bad boyfriend, a bad friend, and mean be the heart of the group, the leader? (I’m so sorry, he’s my favorite character now and my resentment lasted like two days)

I get them. This is what happens when you don’t consider the bigger picture and the clues for the character arc they’re clearly setting up for him.

In the video, it is said that “S4 doesn’t do a good job of conveying his emotional growth”. This is true. That’s why the monologue doesn’t feel genuine, it’s unsatisfying and just overall weird. Not to mention the deathly (literally) consequences. But that’s the thing. S4 doesn’t try to make his love confession a sudden, magic solution for his individual issues and his relationship with El.

Because it’s not a resolution. It’s not growth. There’s nothing in S4 that made him suddenly realize how much he loved El, nothing that inspired him to want to tell her those words. It’s the opposite: he has to be pushed by Will, who lied to him and put words and feelings in El’s mouth that weren’t hers. The grand love confession that saves the day was prompted by a lie.

So again, they DON’T try to fit into the “love confession saves the day” trope. They make a POINT of showing us the indirect consequences.

And while this season Mike was distant for both the audience and the characters (for a reason), we have to remember the role he has always played: he’s the friend that cares too much, who doesn’t give up on the people he loves, who is always there supporting and trying to protect others (mainly Will and El).

And this season finally has him as the one receiving emotional support, it shows us someone else looking out for Mike the way he always does for other people. This was said by Finn Wolfhard himself! and the Duffers, I’m sure, I don’t remember where right now, but if someone knows, please link me:).

Besides, these are Will’s feelings. His words show us how beautiful and intense they are. It’s how he sees Mike, despite their fights and the tension that seems to follow them everywhere. And Will has a lot of reasons to feel that way: Mike has always been kind and a good friend to him, it’s only recently that the complexity of growing up and feelings shifting into something new changed their dynamic.

*”Max mourning Billy feels undeserved”

I’m gonna be honest, this is what annoyed me the most. It completely brushes over the real message and the source of a lot of Max’s trauma and the reason why she’s the one who got cursed: Max isn’t suddenly sad because she lost her step-brother who sacrificed himself to save them. She isn’t sad because the bad guy turned good in the end and died to redeem himself. She feels guilty because she wanted him to die, wanted him gone, and when it actually happened she feels like it was her fault. Billy didn’t redeem himself, one single good action resulting in his death doesn’t absolve him of all the bad. And Max knows this, that’s why she feels so guilty. It’s the mixed feelings of sadness, relief, and guilt.

The last thing the video touches upon that I’ll address brings me again to something I mentioned before:

*"Even in the same town, the characters feel a mile apart"

This is something I agree with. No counterargument here, because it’s true. What tends to be overlooked, however, it’s the fact that it’s intentional. The Duffers themselves have said that you’re supposed to feel like the characters lost, like it’s hopeless.

This is because Stranger Things as a whole is written using the Five Act Structure. You can read a post by @dinitride-art that explains this better here, but in summary, this is how stories are structured if you divide them in five acts:

That’s why s4 feels the way it does. I love what it adds to the overall story that is unfolding, but I really don’t like it is as its own season. That’s because you’re meant to interpret the show as a whole, and yeah, last seasons tried to sort of give us a good and satisfying ending, but as we’re nearing the end of the show, s4 couldn’t do that.

It’s the second to last act, the moment we feel everything is lost and can’t be fixed. That’s why the characters even back together in Hawkins do not feel like a group of friends again (yet). That’s why the truth about the painting hasn’t come out. That’s why El and Mike aren’t talking. That’s why Mike and Will still have unresolved tension despite being friends again and a team. That’s why Max is in a coma. That’s why the Jonathan/Nancy/Steve love triangle was left unclear. That’s why Hawkins is falling apart, Vecna is getting strong again, and the Upside Down is starting to leak into the real world.

There are many things I didn’t like about s4. There are things I think could’ve been done better and clearer to the entire audience. But I’m excited about what’s to come, and after seeing the effort and details put into the show, and how much care and love they put into their characters, I’m choosing to trust we’ll get a good, satisfying ending for the characters we love.

And with that, I’m done here! If you made it this far all I have left to say is thank you and sorry lol.

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Chapter 5 - I've Got a Rock 'n' Roll Heart

IN THIS CHAPTER: A private metal show, talks about college, and Dottie writes a lot of lists [3.2k]

WARNINGS: none

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Before we go crazy, before we explode There's something about me, baby, you got to know

Wednesday, April 16th - 1986

As the days progressed, Dottie found herself getting into a new yet pleasant routine: saying hi to Mike and Dustin when she got off the bus and saw them parking their bikes outside, waving to her new friends in the hallways, discovering all the classes she was sharing with them and had never noticed until now, switching seats to sit together, having lunch with them, free periods with them. She shared Political Science and Chemistry with Gareth, English Literature and Calculus with Eddie, World History with Jeff, and Home Economics with Donny. Her AP Spanish classroom was next door to Donny’s Italian class, and from her seat in Psychology she could look out the window and see Eddie always running late for his Music Theory class. When she’d get out of AP Research, Gareth would be waiting outside, fresh from his Environmental Studies class, a million complaints on his tongue about how utterly boring and useless every lesson was.

It was strange to think how empty her life at Hawkins had been up until that point, and when the week before her 18th birthday rolled in, she found herself contemplating seriously, for the first time in a long time, that maybe she really wanted to do something to commemorate it. Maybe this time on her birthday she could be surrounded with people her own age, and maybe she’d try her first beer, and maybe, just maybe, she’d finally have pictures with friends to stick to her corkboard instead of only photos with her makeshift family. She was sitting alone at their usual lunch table waiting for everyone to arrive when she glanced at the cold, foggy field through the big cafeteria windows, her eyes settling on the picnic table where Dustin had found her that fateful Friday. Dottie felt the panic build in her stomach at the thought of inviting people to a party and them not showing up. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle that level of disappointment. Not again, at least.

Taking a big breath, Dottie ripped a page from the back of her notebook and began making a list.

Looking around at the students milling about in the cafeteria, she tapped her favorite black pen on her lower lip and thought about plans and ideas and the people she wanted to invite. Gareth, of course, he was easily the one person she felt the closest to at the moment. Donny, who she was now regularly trading mixes and cassette tapes with. Dustin, the one who started it all. Would it be weird to invite Erica? Oh, but the younger girl was so much fun to be around, and she put the boys in their place with such an ease. Under the previous list, she workshopped another one.

“Whatchu working on?” Donny asked, dropping into the seat next to hers, startling her from her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she hurried to put the paper back in her notebook. “Just- list of chores I gotta get done this week.”

“Boring,” Jeff said, dropping himself alongside Gareth on the chair opposite of hers.

“What are you guys up to today?” she asked, trying to change the topic as Eddie theatrically pushed her chair to the side with a bump of his hip, boxing her between himself and Donny.

“Band practice!” Gareth exclaimed.

“Wait, today?” Dottie was extremely confused.

“Every Wednesday and Saturday, why?”

“You were gonna come over to my house today, dumbass,” his brow furrowed. “The presidential campaign ads report we are supposed to be writing for next week?”

“Fuck, I forgot.”

“Yeah, no shit!”

“Sorry, maybe we can work on it tomorrow?”

“Hold on,” Eddie interrupted, a thought spreading in his brain. “Why don’t you come to band practice? You get a free show and when we’re done, you two can work on your homework and we,” he pointed to Jeff. “-can knock off that bullshit Sociology paper off our backs.”

“You’re really suggesting we form a fucking study group after band practice? You? Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Munson?” Jeff looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“I don’t know about you, man, but this Eddie Munson doesn’t wanna do senior year one more time, okay? I’ll blow my brains out if I have to be here next year after you guys leave.”

The table was silent for a few seconds while everyone considered the idea. It wasn’t that it was a bad plan, but Eddie suggesting a study group wasn’t something anyone had been expecting. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was just… incredibly lazy and there was little in the world that motivated him to actually put in the work needed for graduation. Apparently things had come to a boiling point for him because this time he was actually not far behind from where he needed to be to get that coveted diploma and finally get the hell out of Hawkins High.

Gareth and Dottie looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes that frankly put Eddie very on edge for a variety of reasons he was not willing to explore at the moment, and finally shrugged at the same time.

“I gotta call my Dad and explain but I don’t think he’ll be too concerned,” she said, and Eddie threw his arm over her shoulders to pull her into a one-sided hug.

“Great! Now that that’s settled, any song requests for us, princess?”

Gareth’s house was a quaint little thing in a lovely cul-de-sac not very far from where Dottie lived. As the pair walked up the street after getting off the school bus, she noticed that he seemed oddly nervous, which in her experience was very unlike him. Trying to get him out of his funk, she bumped her shoulder with his; he gave her a shy smile in return.

“What’s got you so worried?” she asked, hugging her pretty pastel striped folder to her chest.

“Nothing, it’s just… It’s really dumb.”

“I won’t laugh.”

The boy sighed, realizing she wasn’t gonna let it go until she had pried him open like a can as she so often did. These days it seemed no one could keep their secrets from her - just last Friday she’d gotten Mike to admit that he’d had his first serious fight with his girlfriend during Spring break, and she’d given him advice about how to make things right too at the younger boy’s request. There was something about Dottie that felt comfortable, like you could trust her with your problems and she’d try to solve them for you, and when she couldn’t, she would hold your hand while you went through them anyways. He wondered if she had anyone holding hers, or if she’d even let anyone offer to do so.

“Classmates don’t really come over, y’know?” Gareth admitted. “The guys come for band practice twice a week ‘cause I can’t move my drums around but… I’ve never done the whole study group thing. Not since middle school group projects, I guess.”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never really done it either,” it was his turn to be surprised. “I didn’t have a lot of friends my age growing up, and I was always busy babysitting my cousins while they got together so this study group thing is new to me too. But that’s okay,” she smiled warmly at him. “We can figure it out together. Have the quintessential high school experience and all that.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly. “It’ll be interesting, for sure. Weird that Eddie suggested it. I don’t think I’ve seen him do anything school related in all the years that I’ve known him.”

“Well, maybe we can be a good influence on him. It’d be really cool if we could graduate and go to prom together, right?”

“You wanna go to prom with Eddie?” he teased, the image of the older boy in a formal suit ridiculous to him.

“No, stupid,” she hit him in the arm with her folder, her cheeks a little red. “All of us together, as a group. Hellfire Class of ‘86 or something. It’d be fun.”

“Yeah, good luck convincing him to go. He’s had two senior proms already and only showed up to sell weed in the parking lot.”

“Is that a challenge, Gareth the Great?”

“Not with your odds, Dottie the Darling. He always does what you tell him to do. I’m pretty sure he’d jump off Sattler Quarry if you asked him.”

“Oh, are you saying you wouldn’t? Thought you trusted me, some friend you are,” she joked back, following him up the garage entrance at the back of the house.

At that, Gareth laughed heartily, reaching down to lift the garage door and revealing his setup to her. While he went into the house to get something to drink, she took the opportunity to look around and find a place to watch comfortably; not too near the amplifiers or the drums. She settled her things on an upturned crate of milk lying next to an old lawn chair and looked at the posters and big flag hanging from the walls. Gareth returned with a few cans of soda for everyone and extended one to her.

“Thanks,” she said, watching him get ready to do his thing. “I don’t think I know that band.”

“Which one?” he turned his head, following her pointing finger. “Oh, that’s us. We’re Corroded Coffin.”

“Really,” she stifled a laugh.

“Look, we were kids. It sounded cool.”

“No, definitely. Super cool.”

“Ah, fuck off,” they both laughed.

Dottie sat on a lonely stool that was close to the drums and watched him curiously while he adjusted his seat. She couldn’t play an instrument to save her life, but she had tried to once. Her old cheap acoustic guitar was currently hiding somewhere inside her wardrobe; a sad leftover from a former life where she’d tried to fit in at a huge school by taking guitar lessons for a few months. The summer had come and her teacher had skipped town; she’d never tried to find another one and had never picked the guitar up again. Maybe one day, she kept telling herself, and deep down, some part of her thought she actually might go through with it.

Gareth settled into a comfy rhythm, stretching his fingers and getting into the proper mood, stealing a few glances at her to see if she was enjoying herself. He was pleased to know that she was - Dottie looked at him like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened to her all day, which, to be fair, it probably was. He added a few little flourishes to make her laugh, tapping into his jazz lessons from when he had been barely tall enough to reach the pedals. Soon enough, the rest of the boys arrived in Eddie’s van, blaring some metal song she had never heard before. She helped them unload their gear, making light conversation with Donny as he plugged in his bass and plucked a few notes to get his fingers warm.

“Alright, princess, ready for the show?” Eddie asked, taking his place at his mic to the left, Jeff to his right in the middle of the “stage” with his own mic in front of him.

“Woooo, go Coffin!” she cheered, swinging her legs in the air in front of her from her seat at the stool, now at the front.

The boys launched into a cover of Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and anything that Dottie had been expecting, had to be thrown out of a window immediately. They weren’t just good, they were legitimately great. Donny played his bass with surgical precision, like he had been doing it since the day he was born. Gareth repeatedly made her laugh, shaking his head like he was possessed, never once missing his beat. Jeff had a phenomenal voice; she was only half mad he hadn’t bothered to mention he was this gifted. He exuded a boyish charm she normally didn’t associate with the more reserved teen, but it was a lot of fun to see this side of him proudly displayed for everyone that walked by. And Eddie, Jesus Christ, Eddie. It was like he had been created for the sole purpose of standing on a stage someday. He exhaled music in every breath, he goofed around with Jeff, made faces at Gareth, closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky while he shredded his six-string. He was a showman, that had been apparent in their D&D sessions but this, this was something else entirely.

As they rolled in and out of different songs, some that she knew, some that she didn’t, she found herself staring more and more at Eddie. Eddie’s hands plucking notes from the strings, Eddie’s hair swinging wildly, Eddie’s legs carrying him around the garage as he engaged in theatrics with the rest of the boys, Eddie’s neck when he threw his head back, Eddie’s voice as he sang backup vocals for Jeff. It was overwhelming, this feeling of seeing him as he truly was for the first time and yet recognizing so many little tics and mannerisms she’d seen every day by now in this incredible performer. Get your shit together, Dorothy, she forced herself to think when they stopped for a break, Gareth passing cans of Dr. Pepper around.

Donny and Eddie were smoking just outside the garage door and while they were distracted, she took the opportunity to praise Jeff copiously. The teen couldn’t stop scratching his neck in a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Gareth slid next to her when Jeff excused himself to go to the bathroom, barely contained energy noticeable by the way he was tapping on his can as he settled on the table next to her.

“So? What d’you think?” he asked, genuinely wanting to hear her opinion.

“Oh my god, G, that was… that was amazing, what the fuck. Why didn’t you tell me you guys were this good?” he shrugged. “And you! Wow, who knew you were hiding all of that under those curls. Remind me again why you don't have a girlfriend.”

“Okay, you’re definitely lying now,” he laughed, taking a sip of his soda. “You gotta come to The Hideout someday, you’d love it.”

“I will, just gotta convince my Dad to let me go out on a school night. After we all graduate and leave for college and shit, you guys gotta play for me when we come back during the breaks or I’ll be really sad.”

“I, um,” he began, a little embarrassed. “I’m not leaving, actually. I’m going to Hawkins Community.”

“Really? What are you gonna do there?”

“Music. Percussion,” he said, like it was obvious. “Money isn’t exactly great right now, y’know. Gretchen’s tuition is really expensive,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and my parents agree community college is a good fit for me, for now at least. I was a jazz drummer before all this metal stuff so…”

“Impressive. Try to remember us mortals when people call you the next Ringo Starr, okay?”

“Ah, shut up. I’ll probably end up being a teacher or something boring like that. What are you gonna do?”

“Teaching,” Dottie said with a straight face.

“...you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” she smiled at him. “I’m thinking either Elementary or English. Haven’t really decided yet but I don’t gotta declare until like… my junior year, I think. I’ve got time.”

“Wow,” they sat in silence watching Jeff join Donny and Eddie outside. “Where are you going?”

“Michigan.”

“Michi…” he trailed off before snapping his head back in her direction. “You are the kid that got into UMich with a full ride?” he looked at her like she’d just told him she was a Russian spy.

“That’s me,” Dottie did jazz hands to illustrate. “I applied when I was still in New York, I was Early Admission.”

“Jesus. Talk about remembering us when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, a famous kinder teacher. I’ll be known for my finger painting skills.”

“What are we talking about?” Eddie asked, resting his back against the table Gareth was sitting on.

“College.”

“Ew, boring. Change of topic.”

“You’re the one who interrupted us,” Gareth told him, rolling his eyes.

“Actually…”

The boys looked at Dottie, waiting for her to finish her sentence. She felt a wave of nervousness roll through her entire body, her toes tensing inside her sneakers, her palms clammy. She cleaned them on the back of her jeans and laughed shakily, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“So… I don’t know if I mentioned this but it’s my birthday on Monday,” she said. “I was thinking that maybe you guys would like to come over? Saturday night?”

“Party time?” Jeff asked, eyes glinting.

“Something like that,” she chuckled. “Just to hang out? Play some games, fun music, pizza, cake. I was thinking of asking everyone else too, even Erica. We can have like a little Hellfire birthday if you’re down. My Dad is super chill and he’s been saying for years now that I can drink my first beer on my 18th birthday so there will be booze. Just, y’know, behave?”

“I’m down!” Gareth declared, and she smiled, happy that she’d been correct in putting his name first under the Yes column on her list.

“Me too!” Donny said, stubbing his cig with his heel and hurrying inside.

“Sure, it’ll be fun,” Jeff said, and Dottie wasn’t entirely too sure if he was telling the truth or not. Probably column it is.

She turned to look at Eddie for his final answer; he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. In a split second, he grinned and raised his soda can above his head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling,” he said, and winked at her from the top of his can as he downed what was left in it. He put it down on the table and looked at the rest of his band. “Come on, let’s get a few more songs in before Gareth’s mom gets home and we gotta hit the textbooks.”

By the time the weekend had started, she’d made Actual Real Solid Plans with her dad about the party and invited the rest of the Hellfire Club during Friday’s session. On Sunday night, basking in her last hours as a 17 year old, Dottie took out the crinkled sheet of paper she’d written her initial attendees list on and made a few changes. It now read:

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