#and the guys try and say that i only sent it bc i was jealous and to prove my dominance
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it’s summer were I live so everyone’s wearing two pieces and was thinking maybe what’s Rin, Isagi, Nagi and whoever else’s you want, seeing there girlfriend/ s/o in a bikini <3
no pressure ofc! And thx if you do it! Luv your stuff <33
seeing their s/o in bikini - i.rin, i.yoichi, n.seishiro, i.sae, k.tabito
m.list I rules
note: hiii thank you sm for your request ! i hope i did it well hihi
i'm rather busy lately and for the coming week as well so i'll take some time to do the requests you guys sent but i'll do it !
Itoshi Rin
he’s normal about it (no)
he likes the beach a lot as well, so it’s only normal for him to plane date there - even more during summer
like you could have a small picnic before enjoying the water
he only saw you in one piece until now so the second you take off your shirt and he saw more skin he panic
but only inside
outside he’s there, taking a look, he nods and tells you something like “i’ve never seen this one, it’s new ?” and you proceed to explain him where you get it and who was with you
the tip of his ears is red but he blames it on the heat and the sun - you’ll never catch him confessing he's flustered
he’s always been playful but suddenly holding a lot more
he likes it a lot, he can’t help it but looking at you head to toes a few times when you're not looking
but he's the jealous type so he’s making sure to cover you with a timid smile if he see anyone looking a little too much in your way
Hates it honestly when it happens but you're head order heel for him and it shows so it's fine
Isagi Yoichi
he’s a pool guy and here to play
aquatic park are his fav and ofc he has to take you with him
He's a blushing mess when he sees you after changing up
He doesn't know where to look he's scared to offense you
He wants to be respectful, you're just too pretty for him to not look for time to time
He stutters a lot when he talks to you at first, which makes you chuckles a lot
But he quickly get over it and just tell you a thousand times how pretty you are
He's just sweet and tell you how the color suit you or things like that
Nagi Seishiro
reo must have a pool lol
He just stay sitting by and watch you two play and swim
Mostly you bc it doesn't happens a lot
He's quiet I think, just checking you out and taking note that you have scars or stretch marks here and there
He wants to poke you so if you decide to take a break next to him, he'll poke your side and shoulder
He compliments you as if it's nothing, kinda implying how much he watched like “the shape is nice” referring to your chest
You can pull him into the water after that, he knows it will happen
But he's ready to start a fight then but honestly he'll blush the second your chest is comes near him
He likes it just so he can hug you to be honest
He almost drown you by accident with his weight
He's relatively simple minded (I love him)
Itoshi Sae
it happens quickly in your relationship honestly he loves the sea too much
He's, in fact, normal about it
But he has to admit that he likes it and it suits you well hihi
He's just a girl
He's probably more annoying about wearing your sunscreen correctly
He gladly helps to rub it on your back
He enjoys the view - probably blush a little when you're not looking as well
He side eyes people around, even kids (in a playful way obviously)
He lies the two pieces but he's only looking at your butt keys be honest
Karasu Tabito
He get the privilege to help you choose one for a future afternoon with your friends
Act fool ™
He even get to select some that he liked before you try it on
He tries to not stare too much and just be helpful
The tip of his ears are probably red on the first few one that you tried
If he'll be honest, he would say he likes them all
But he also know how you feel about your body and tries to be more critical so you won't feel insecure
In the end he honestly wants to go with you at the pool or on the beach one day just to enjoy it as well
Respectful king in the end
I hope you liked it !
#blue lock x reader#blue lock headcanons#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bllk headcanons#bllk hcs#bllk fluff#bllk#blue lock#sae x reader#sae hcs#karasu x reader#karasu hcs#nagi x reader#nagi hcs#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#rin hcs#isagi x reader#isagi hcs#isagi fluff#sae fluff#rin itoshi fluff#karasu fluff#nagi fluff
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modern!ellie headcanons
my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3
✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!
ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it
she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't
literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood
knows random facts about the most obscure things
"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"
CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it
her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3
she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u
would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL
bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit
u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐
"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth
so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together
however if people are looking at u?? its on sight
gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes
will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?
leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/
'i love u ps were out of milk :('
wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...
carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded
tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously
listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years
also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)
uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong
i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)
knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)
super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless
always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late
she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf
always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing
u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right
her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil
made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3
wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers
big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love
tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”
tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs
loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot
is this emoji 🧍🏼♀️ frequently
that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her
#ahhhh shes silly goofy and unstable. i love her#ellie#my writing#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams headcanons#tlou headcanons#tlou fic#tlou x reader#the last of us x reader#ellie williams smut#sorryyy tagging this again#only way 2 get stuff seen :(#ellie tlou
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Prompt number 2 bc I’m praying for more jealous Steve content. Bc Eddie can be so oblivious and Steve can be such a bitch and those things are so important to me
Eddie was a glutton for self-punishment, that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with on what the fuck he was doing here. Sitting at some random gay bar as he watched the man he loved dance the night away with his bestfriend.
He just had to volunteer to be their designated driver. Maybe it was stupid, but Eddie thought that y'know, a gay bar meant that no he would not have to watch Steve flirt with some randos. But he forgot the small detail that bisexual people existed. And he had seen at least three damn girls slip Steve their number.
Which was just...so fucking cruel. Why did life always have to do him so dirty? Eddie had thought that maybe...if they went to this type of place together Steve's mind would open up a bit. A stupid fucking thought honestly. Based off of nearly nothing. Like, okay sure, Steve was all touchy feely with him sometimes. When he was high or drunk suddenly Eddie became his personal chair. And he would say just...the sweetest shit. Going on and on about how happy he was to have met him, how he's so glad he's alive and well, how funny Eddie was, how nice and sweet and pretty and...and all of it had sent his traitorous brain into a tailspin that had him thinking he actually had a chance with a straight guy.
And the fucked up part was that Eddie had really tried to start doing the right thing. He put a little distance between them when he figured out that he was past a silly crush. No he was head over heels for the guy and he needed to get over it. Fast. And if he could just start saying no when Steve called to get high or have a few beers together he probably would have made some progress by now.
But no, he was still to eager for contact with him to say no. Which made him feel like a creep, always waiting around for Steve to be a little out of his mind just so he could get a hug.
When did he become so pathetic?
The only slight comfort he had tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. It really wasn't fair to bring a straight guy to a place like this, but at least every guy who had eyes on Steve was going to have to suffer in silence with him.
And some of them were kind of cute. Cute enough for Eddie to try and use one as a distraction. He was sitting next to a preppy looking guy, talking to him a little bit. Maybe he shouldn't have set his eyes on someone that kind of looked like Steve, but fuck it. His name was Andrew, and he was nice, a good flirt. The perfect diversion for when Eddie could tear his eyes away from Steve.
And things were actually getting a little interesting with him. He had his hand on Eddie's arm, leaning in to loudly whisper everything he said in Eddie's ear. He was smiling at him, close enough for Eddie to see the pretty gold flakes in his eyes.
They weren't as pretty as Steve's but they'd do.
Andrew tucked a bit of Eddie's hair back behind his ear, leaning in again. But he didn't go for his ear this time, no, he was zeroing in right to Eddie's lips. Not that he was complaining, he let it happen, a sweet, light kiss that had zero time to escalate to more.
Because suddenly, someone was tugging at his arm, hard enough to force Eddie's whole body back, nearly out of his chair. He blinked, more than a little startled to see Steve coming out of nowhere, clinging onto him with that stupid, gorgeous smile.
"Eddieeee," Steve whined, completely ignoring Andrew's presence, "Robin ditched me to make out with someone in the bathroom."
Eddie couldn't help but smile a little bit, despite the fact that he was definitely interrupting what was probably the first good thing about this night. He glanced over at Andrew, who was staring at them, wide-eyed before saying, "Uh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't-"
"I can't hear you in here," Steve loudly interrupted, looking adorably confused, "Come outside with me?"
If Eddie was smart, he would have gently pried Steve's hands off him before sending him off to find Robin. But...a drunk Steve was also a very cute and cuddly one. So fuck it, Eddie could find a rebound for his non-existent relationship next weekend.
He shrugged at Andrew, mouthing a quick apology at him before Steve started to drag him outside through the back door. Eddie half expected Steve to do his usual routine when he was toasted. Sweetly asking for a piggy back ride that Eddie literally could never refuse before falling asleep on his back. Then he'd get him in the car, wrangle Robin from wherever the hell she was, and they'd be off.
But the second they were stepping outside Steve was straightening up and stepping back, to Eddie's immediate confusion. He leaned against the wall, glaring at Eddie in a way he had never seen. Or at least directed at him.
"So," Steve started, his tone way too close to how he sounded when one of the kids pissed him off, "Who was that guy? You looked pretty cozy in there."
Eddie's brain was still struggling to catch up to the change in atmosphere here. But he tried to answer anyway, "I mean we were but-wait. Why are you not drunk? You were literally just-"
"It's called acting dipshit," Steve mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Which ow, rude. But his next words hurt even more, "Not like I have a choice, since you only seem to like me when I'm fucked up."
Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. He didn't-oh no. Oh god. Steve figured out he was a creep. A creep who was probably moments away from getting his ass handed to him.
Eddie swallowed, at a loss for what to say. But he still tried, "I-look dude it's um, it's not like that. I didn't- I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable-"
"Then why the fuck would you kiss another guy right in front of me?"
Okay. That was enough of that. Yes, Steve could be mad about him being creepy, but no he couldn't be mad over having to bear witness for a gay kiss at a gay bar, "Well if I had known that you were apparently only okay with seeing girls kiss each other I wouldn't have come out tonight at all! Honestly Steve, how can you even say that? Like that is some real dumbass levels of homophobia, even for you. I thought the King Steve thing had died-"
"Shut the fuck up oh my god," Steve hissed out, "Are you really that damn dense? That's what you think I'm upset about? Are you fucking kidding me? And I'm the dumbass?"
"Then why are you mad?" Eddie half asked, half yelled.
“I’m not mad," Steve seethed, like he didn't look about five seconds away from choking Eddie out, "I...I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”
Maybe he really was drunk after all. Because now he wasn't making any damn sense.
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, beyond frustrated, "Who Steve? Like, I'm sorry to break this to you but not all of us can fucking look like you do alright? We're not all charming, golden Adonis basketball players okay? And sometimes you need to take what you can get. And there was nothing wrong with Andrew-"
"You think I look like a golden Adonis?" Steve interrupted, a weird expression on his face. He looked almost...hopeful? But that didn't make any sense.
"That's what you got out of that?" Eddie asked, exasperated, "I-come one dude. You know you're hot. But that's not my point."
"Well it's mine!" Steve groaned. He was biting his lips, a very distracting nervous habit that Eddie had picked up on, "Because what the fuck are we even doing? You think I'm so hot, so charming, so great, and you decide to kiss someone else in front of me? What the fuck is that? Do you like seeing me jealous? Do you get off on me pining? Please explain."
You see, that was the funny thing about Eddie's brain. One second he was lost, staring at Steve's red, bitten lips, and the next he was desperately trying to catch up with what just came out of his mouth. All of it the perfect blend to effectively shut his brain off completely.
Eddie stared at him, his words as dumb as how his face probably looked, "I-what? Huh?"
Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "Are we really doing this? Are you going to pretend like it's all in my head?"
"I-no. I just-please explain," Eddie is pretty damn sure he had never stuttered through a sentence that hard in his life.
"I've been coming on to you for months and you just keep giving me all of these mixed signals and..." Steve sighed, looking away, "I'm so sick of it Eddie. If you don't like me just say that! Stop whatever this is. Because it's mean and you know it. If you want a better option then just take it already and leave me alone."
He-what-that didn't even- Steve was straight, wasn't he? And now the stuttering had invaded his thoughts. Because if he actually understood all of that then...
He was the biggest idiot on the planet.
And his stunned silence was not helping anything.
Steve sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He turned away, "I'm going to find Robin. We can just...act like this didn't happen I guess. I'm done."
Eddie had to give himself on thing, at least his body was working a lot faster than his brain. Steve barely had time to take a single step away before he was shooting his hand out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
"I didn't know you were an option!" Eddie blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, "I-Stevie I thought all of it was in my head. I-I thought that you were straight and we were just hanging out-"
"You think I sit in the laps of my other guy friends?" Steve asked, completely unimpressed, "While playing with their hair and calling them beautiful? Really, dude?"
Eddie nodded, sure and fast, "Steve, I had to do my senior year three damn times. I'm not always the smartest okay? And in my defense you never mentioned like dudes-"
"Yes I have," Steve interrupted, "When you came out to me, I told you to your face that I understand. That I could relate about hiding things and not talking about it. I literally said we were in the same boat. What else could that mean?"
Eddie remembered that, crystal clear. But..."I thought you were talking about PTSD, not secretly being into dudes."
"One dude," Steve corrected, but he was relaxing a little, thank fuck. Maybe Eddie could still fix this.
He took a deep breath, using his hold on Steve's wrist to pull him closer. His hands were fucking shaking, bad enough for Steve to almost certainly notice when he rested them on his hips.
This was it, he might as well be as clear as humanly possible, "I am so into you. Like a scary amount. Like I'm...borderline in love with you."
He was completely in love with him, but he didn't have the balls to say that bit out loud. He kept going, "And I didn't know you felt the same way. At all. Like I am dangerously close to having a stroke from hearing all of that. You kind of flipped my world upside down there."
Steve huffed out a laugh. Eddie may have fucked up everything leading up to this point, but Steve was eating his little speech right up. He shuffled a little closer, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck with a small smile, "Keep going."
"I thought that I had no chance. I mean even tonight, people couldn't stop looking at you. And you got those numbers-"
"I threw them away," Steve interrupted, "You missed that part."
He had definitely missed that part, too caught up in his own head. But that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on Eddie's face, "Good. Because if you want me, you have me. I'm all yours, in any way you want me. Understand? Fuck, Stevie if I had known any of this we'd be the ones making out in the bathroom right now. And I'm sorry about..."
For the life of him Eddie couldn't remember his name, not when he had Steve smiling at him in his arms, "The other guy. But it literally means nothing to me. Not if I get to have you. Do...do I get to have you?"
Steve hummed, pretending to think about it while he played with a lock of Eddie's hair, "I guess that depends. Is making out in the bathroom still on the table?"
"Fuck yes it is."
Steve grinned, leaning up to press the sweetest little kiss to the side of Eddie's mouth, "Then I guess you have me then."
#steddie#steddie ficlet#silly steddie#asks#bitch steve#i think this might be helping?#with the inspiration lack?#unsure#but thank you for the prompt <3#Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie#but for you anon you'll get jealous Steve!#Robin meanwhile is having the time of her life in that bathroom#let the girl have her hoe phase#poor andrew#lol#im pretty sure this isn't the first time ive fucked over an andrew#one more to go~
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just logged on during my study break to see you want jake hard thoughts. i sent an ask like two days ago but i guess it never went through or you haven’t seen it yet. it was about a jayke love triangle (not the one you’re writing just a hypothetical).
but jake has been so fine lately it makes me want to die. like i just know he sees all the ppl on twitter thirsting and edits going viral tiktok and that it BOOSTS his ego. he’s been acting crazy these days, like the flirting and telling engenes he only says absurd stuff to see other engenes jealous. that is a WHORE, your honor.
anyways i can see a fwb!jake type of scenario where he’s always fucking around with other girls because you guys aren’t exclusive. when you decide you wanna play that game and fuck his best buddy jay he’s fuming. he’s jealous as fuck.
so what i’m saying is… jealous sex with jake where he creampies you and reveals his breeding kink. and lots of cumplay because imo…all of hyung lines loved cumplay.
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i don't remember getting a jayke love triangle ask that I haven't already answered, so it may not have gone through. I definitely would have answered it by now if it was in my inbox bc i am currently feral for them.
Saying that Jake is the type to fuck other girls openly bc the two of you aren't exclusive is one thing, mostly because he wants to see your reaction of wanting him, but having Jake get fuckin' PISSED that you're fucking his best friend? even though he fucked like five of your friends?
even better. I love a toxic man in fiction.
the sex tho, man. i feel like he's the type to make it real dirty, and be real mean about it til he notices that you were just trying to make him jealous and that it worked. and that somehow pisses him off more.
one, that he fell for it, and two, that you did it in retaliation over your own jealousy. and then he'd be like "what? so you want to keep me?" and "you wanna trap me, baby?" then proceed to start pumping his cum into you <3 only to pull out half way, and jerk the rest of it off still into you, before pushing in deep one last time with a lil chuckle of "i'm keeping you then too."
cue jay in his room super confused as to why his own best friend won't talk to him anymore and you never callhim back
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alright, older harry fic idea: your friend keeps bugging you to start using tinder and you finally give in. you match with this insanely hot guy named harry and agree to meet up for drinks. sitting at the bar you're waiting for him, you look hella fine, two guys try to hit on you as you wait, but you reject them. you wait and wait and wait, but he never comes. angrily you block his number and swear to never use any dating apps again.
a week later your dad who owns a big company is having a barbeque at his own home, since it's a fucking mansion and has a backyard as big as florida. partners and investors come, it's a nice opportunity to mingle and build connections and you come as well, bc your dad likes to show you off and you're also trying to sell your paintings and become an artist so you might fish for some wealthy men who you can talk into buying something from you. its all fun and games until your dad asks you to come over and meet the guy who will eventually be his successor. you walk up smiling, ready to charm him but then you see him and your smile very quickly disappears.
it's harry, who stood you up on the tinder date. he looks like he saw a ghost bc he obviously recognizes you as well. it's awkward, you can't help but be a little bratty to him. later, he comes to find you and he tries to give you an explanation why he didn't show up, but it sounds bullshit, so you try to teach him a lesson.
he is obviously attracted to you, that you find out at the barbeque, so you make it your mission to tease him anytime you have the chance. you show up at your dad's office wearing the shortest skirts or the deepest neckline ever, you make sure to parade by the pool in a tiny bikini when he is over for a business meeting with your father and even go as far as sending him a spicy picture claiming that you sent it to the wrong number.
he keeps his cool through it all, but then one time you're out with a (guy) friend and you run into harry and that's what makes him lose his shit, he drags you into the bathroom like a fucking caveman, saying shit like "does your boyfriend know you're sending me nudes? how many men are you playing with? you like the attention don't you?"
and it pisses you off so you go like "the only time i wanted attention was when we were supposed to go on a date, but you never showed up so fuck off, you don't get to be jealous"
and then he kisses you, like reaaalllyyy kisses you that quickly turns into fucking in the bathroom and its the best you've ever had ofc, and then you tell him the guy you're here with is just a friend. you get interrupted by someone banging on the door so you have to leave and can't talk about what happened, so the next day you're in your studio and harry shows up with flowers and all and he goes like "im sorry for the way i acted last night and im sorry for standing you up on our date, but i actually came and i saw you talking to some other guy and felt like i stood no chance with you, bc im a little older and i couldn't take you rejecting me so i left, im sorry but i want to start over, let me show you how good i can treat you, let me make you mine"
obviously, you say yes, start dating and its all good, you're in love now you just have to tell your dad, you're nervous about it but don't want to keep it a secret so you go out for dinner with him where you break him the news and he just smiles at you after your little monologue saying "he is the best man i ever knew, i trust him with my business and i trust him with my only daughter. harry styles, welcome to the family"
okay this is fucking long but... i like it very much
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All Mine
Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader
Summary: Dex initially declines going out with you and your friends, but when he starts thinking of scenarios of men trying to flirt with you, he somehow finds himself in the bar to make sure that doesn't happen.
Genres: Angst
Warnings: 18+ content, SMUT, possessive!Dex, jealous!Dex, and I guess toxic!Dex? LOL just be prepared bc this might be the wildest fic ive written
ALSO shoutout to @mayajadewrites for helping me with getting the plot going, you GENIUS <3
Notes: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE let me know what you think! Enjoy! <3
When he sent his reply to you, Dex stood quietly on his balcony, thinking of ways he could take it back.
“Thanks for the invite,” he typed regretfully, his anxiety getting the better of him, “but I think I’ll pass for tonight.”
“Are you sure?” He read your text in your sweet voice. “I want to see you.”
He knows you want to see him—he wants to see you just as badly, but the thought of socializing with people other than you was a less-than-ideal situation for Dex. He only preferred to be around you and only you. Part of him didn’t want to share you with other people, the other part simply didn’t want to be around them.
“Next time,” Dex lied, a pinch in his heart. “I promise.”
He waits five minutes, and then ten minutes, and when twenty minutes pass by, he knows the conversation ends there. Dex slides the door open and reenters his apartment, sitting quietly at his kitchen table, phone in front of him.
Scenarios start playing in his mind: you’re only going out with your friends. He’s met some of them and doesn’t care for them at all, but at least he knows you’ll be with them and only them. What bar did you say you were going to? The Black Dog? It slowly dawns on him that other people you don’t know will be around you too, and it bothers him that he can’t control every action of every person. What if some guy tried talking to you? Offered to buy you a drink? Flirted with you? Or worse, what if you liked it enough to never talk to Dex again?
He can’t imagine another guy having good intentions like Dex has good intentions with you. Dex wants to keep you safe from people like that, people he doesn’t know. People who may have ill intentions for their own selfish needs.
And how can he make sure that you’re safe from people like that, sitting alone in his apartment here, away from you?
If there’s one thing that will get him out the apartment, it’s the thought of someone trying to take away his North Star from him.
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Dex arrives at the bar before you do. He’s in his denim jacket and baseball cap. After quickly ordering a club soda from the bartender, he makes his way to the back and chooses a quiet corner to sulk in, to hide, to watch from afar. It’s what he’s most comfortable doing, it’s what he does best.
He doesn’t touch the club soda at all, bubbles wasting their air in the glass. He watches the people that are in the bar with disdain. They’re all fools, he thinks to himself, but which one will be the unlucky one who tries to talk to you?
The next time the door opens, you walk in first followed by your friends and Dex sinks deeper in his seat, tilts his head down so his cap is hiding his face. He watches you from underneath, bringing the glass of club soda closer to him. His heart may be hard but his eyes go soft every time he looks at you. You’re laughing with your friends, and you look beautiful in your black sweater and jeans. You and your friends find a table in the middle of the bar and that’s when Dex takes note of the people that surround you.
Right now, no one’s paying mind to your table except for him. He smiles to himself each time he sees you laugh—tries to share in the moment with you even though you don’t know he’s there. He wonders what you whisper to your friend at one point. Whatever it is, your friend laughs and hits your shoulder. You have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in front of you—Dex knows it’s the only white wine you’ll drink—and when you finish it, you look around for your server.
The bar is much more crowded now and Dex has to move down a seat or two to keep his sights on you. He takes a deep breath and looks down when he sees you get up from your seat to go to the bar. When your back is to him, he looks up and watches as you patiently wait for a bartender’s attention.
There are plenty of people at the bar, so many that not everyone is sitting on a stool. People squeeze in, lean on the counter, and move chairs out to fit more of their friends into conversations. You’re leaning with your left elbow on the bar, and Dex watches as you wait. Someone behind you accidentally pushes you, and both you and Dex react at the same time. You, startled from the contact, and Dex, sitting up more straight in his seat. He relaxes his shoulders after a few moments when he sees the person scoot their chair away from you, and you seemingly unbothered.
You glance at your phone, scroll through something, and lock it again before putting it in your back pocket. Dex wonders if you re-read your messages like he does. He hopes so. You sigh, looking around the bar again—you weren’t having any luck getting a bartender’s attention.
And like a cloudy night ruining his view of his North Star, a man in a black jacket and boots stands directly in front of you. He’s got dark hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. Dex straightens in his seat again, high on alert. The man walks by you slowly in a calculative way. He doesn’t go unnoticed on Dex’s radar, not when he’s so close to you. The man walks by and inserts himself between a group, about five people away from you.
Dex feels his muscles tighten and he grips his glass of club soda hard. He has to let go of it so his entire focus is on the scene before him. Good thing he decided to come tonight—he knew this would happen. Dex watches you and then watches the man watching you. He doesn’t like how focused he is on you, how bad of an actor he is when he pretends to look around the bar just to look at you again. Dex takes a deep breath as he sees him slowly weave his way between people to stand next to you. He’s got something in his back pocket he keeps fiddling with.
You’re oblivious, minding your business, waiting patiently for the bartender. At least Dex is there to protect you if anything were to go awry. He couldn’t have anything happen to you—the mere thought of it made him nauseous, losing someone so important to him, again.
The man daringly asks the people who are standing next to you to move so he can have their spot. Dex’s throat goes dry as he sees the man brush his shoulder against yours purposefully. You glance up and move as much as you can, but the man moves closer to you again.
“Sorry, crowded bar,” the man says to you. At first glance, he’s handsome, but there’s something aggressive about his nature.
“It’s alright,” you say shrugging your shoulders. You pretend to check your phone for something.
“You come here alone?” He asks you.
“No, I’m with my friends,” you smile, gesturing your head in their direction.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Really? You’re the first girl who’s ever turned down a free drink at a bar,” the man says, confused by your rejection. Perhaps even a little insulted.
“I bet I’m not the first girl who’s rejected you point blank, though,” you say, hoping he gets the message. He’s taken aback by your words, and he doesn’t stop there.
“Bet you just haven’t had a guy like me dick you down to make you nicer.”
Dex doesn’t know what the conversation is, but from your body language and expression on your face, he knows it can’t be good. Whatever it was this man was saying to you, it was diminishing your light—his light—it was an attempt to take his North Star away. Dex stands up from his seat.
It’s not until the man places his hand on your shoulder and then your neck that Dex feels his rage and jealousy course through his veins, so much so that it’s made him finally get up from his seat and walk straight toward you. The path to what was unfolding in front of him was like walking through a dark tunnel, and like a phantom appearing out of thin air, Dex walks up to the man, paying no mind to you, takes him by the collar of his cheap jacket and pushes him away from you.
“Stay away from her,” Dex says in a cool tone, chest heaving, hands shaking from adrenaline.
The man walks right up to Dex, and it’s comical that he thinks he even stands a chance. Dex glances around, the things around him becoming all too obvious. A napkin dispenser. A shot glass. A butter knife. They’re all too easy.
“Dex,” he hears you call his name, and now there’s too many people looking at them, and the man in front of him is anticipating his next moves and for nothing because just as quickly as Dex made himself known, he’s out of the bar pushing past everyone and walking down the street. Away from those people. Away from you. He hears the door open behind him, unsure if it’s you or not.
He couldn’t even look at you—ashamed of his actions, ashamed he let you see him like that, which wasn’t even his worse but damn near close to it. He’s leaning forward against a brick wall, catching his breath from the adrenaline of seeing you being touched by another man, trying not to black out from his rage. But you’re right behind him, shocked he was there to save you. What Dex wasn’t expecting were your arms snaking around his waist, resting your head against his back.
Was it possible you weren’t mad at him for being like that?
“No one’s ever been protective of me like you,” you sigh against his back. Dex is shaking from the adrenaline but he finds it in him to stop and focus on your arms around him. He places his hands on yours and sighs. “Guess you decided to come after all?” You ask him. “I didn’t even see you walk in, but what hell of a timing that was.”
“It was timing,” Dex agrees with you and lies. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Look at me, Dex,” you say gently. Dex turns around in your arms and you reach up to take off his baseball cap to see his face. “Thank you.”
There’s something in his eyes you can’t read but you agree when he asks to go back to his place.
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“You know, if you wanted to hang just the two of us, you could’ve said so,” you say as you walk inside his apartment and throw your jacket on his couch. Dex turns around and locks the door, feeling calmer than he did before but still on edge. He places his baseball cap on the counter and hangs up his jean jacket.
“I didn’t want to ruin your night with your friends.”
“It was sort of ruined anyway, but somehow got even better now that I’m here,” you smile. “Seriously, it’s crazy you were there in the nick of time.”
“Yeah,” Dex trails off. “I know.”
“You still seem on edge,” you say softly, “are you okay?”
Dex looks away from you and places both his fists on his hips. He shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I’m not.”
“Why?”
“I—.” How does he say it, without saying it? That he nearly wanted to kill a man for touching you? He almost lost it in front of you and almost lost you?
“I couldn’t stand seeing someone touching you like that,” Dex explains. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Try not to think about it,” you whispered and placed your hand on his face. Now Dex met your eyes. “Focus on me.”
It wasn’t until now he realized he was still shaking from the adrenaline. He never got it out before—the anger and jealousy were still bottled inside, running through his veins with no relief, because seeing you being touched like that by some man triggered something in Dex so strong that not even acting violently could calm him down. It festered in his chest like a sickness that could only be cured by your reassurance, your touch, your presence.
And here you were in front of him, doing and giving him all of that. It’s what made it so easy for Dex to come to his conclusion that you were, in fact, all his—every part of you, everything, you were his alone. No one else ever had this effect on him the way you do.
“I just want you to be safe with me,” Dex said, “only me.”
You smiled, even if you didn’t know the depths of his words. They came off to you as sweet nothings but to him it was law. It was no other way. It was unchangeable.
“You’re mine,” Dex said in a guttural voice, his eyes half moons as he looked at you, “all mine.” His anger and jealousy started to shift into something else the more he looked at you. The more you absorbed his words and listened to him. He knew he had your full attention and he wanted more. The pit of this started beneath the button of his jeans. It was deeper than his heart.
“Make it so,” you squint your eyes in return, succumbing to his intense gaze.
Dex placed both his hands on your arms and traced the length of you slowly. You took a step closer to him so your chest was touching his.
“I control myself so well around you,” Dex says in a low voice, “but right now I don’t want to.”
“So don’t,” you smirk, running your lips lightly against his.
Dex swallows hard before his fingers find the hem of your sweater and pull it over your head. You stand in front of him in nothing but your jeans and bra and to Dex, it’s still not enough. Dex runs his fingertips on your sides and slides his hand to your back, swiftly unclasping your bra. You shiver against his touch which is all too sweet.
“Dex,” you say in a low voice, “so don’t.” You repeated what you said before, hoping he got your message.
Dex lifts an eyebrow and takes a deep breath, his dark eyes looking you up and down before relying purely on instinct. Dex lifts you up into his arms and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to his bedroom and gently throws you on his bed. You land on your back and spread yourself on his fitted sheets, sheets he knows will be in ruins when he’s had you how wants.
“I’m the only one who can see you like this,” Dex says. He takes his shirt off and reaches down to unbutton your jeans, slowly sliding them off your legs. You’re shaking. You nod at his words, whatever he says, that’s okay.
Dex leans over you, his dirty blonde hair pushed to one side, his dark eyes looking at every inch of your skin. You don’t feel self-conscious, you feel seen. Dex kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, and soon he’s peppering kisses between your breasts and down the length of your torso before he kisses the part you’re aching for.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” Dex says softly as he looks up at you from below. He places his hands on either of your thighs and spreads you open, so he’s face to face with your wetness. “And this,” he says, placing a thumb on your clit and putting not enough pressure on it, “is mine.”
“Okay,” you nod and close your eyes. Dex takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours while he kisses your sex and drags his tongue slowly over your folds. You press your head deeper in his mattress and take a long, deep breath. Dex begins to lap at your folds, licking you slowly and then faster, and when he gently wraps his lips on top of your clit and begins to suck on your sensitive bud, you let out a soft moan.
“I’m the only one who can make you sound like that,” Dex looks up momentarily before he continues eating you out. He looks up at you with his mouth on your clit and closes his eyes again. He keeps licking up your wetness and feels his cock harden in his jeans, aching to replace his mouth with it. But not yet.
“Dex,” you beg softly, “kiss me.”
Dex stops licking you up and moves up on his bed to be face to face with you. His lips are shiny from your wetness, but you don’t care. Dex slowly leans down and touches his lips to yours. You hold his face in your hands and hold him there for a few moments, opening your mouth to let his tongue in, you taste yourself on his lips. Dex deepens the kiss and you wrap your legs around him again. He places his hands under your back and lifts you, urging you to lay on your chest. You rest your head on his pillow and listen as he unzips his pants and throws them off.
He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you so your ass is up. Dex spreads your legs and slowly slides in two fingers inside your pussy.
“So wet,” Dex whispers, “just for me.” He continues sliding his fingers in and out of your pussy. He pushes your hand to the side and leans down to kiss you in the crook of your neck. It sends butterflies to your sides, the feeling of his soft lips kissing you sweetly. And the sweetness is gone when you feel Dex’s cock slowly enter inside you.
“Fuck,” you whisper. “Dex.”
“Say my name,” he whispers in a low voice in your ear.
“Dex,” you moan again as he begins to rock his cock back and forth inside of you slowly, feeling your tightness wrap around him. Dex’s arms are on either side of your head, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. He fastens his pace thrusting inside you, feeling you move against him. You feel so wet and so tight around him, he bites your shoulder softly and says your name.
“You’re taking me so well,” Dex whispers, “You’ll always be mine.”
“Yeah,” you moan, “you feel so good, Dex.”
“Fuck,” he lets a curse slip out as the more he thrusts his cock inside you the more wet you feel. “Taking me so well,” he says in a deep voice.
“I’m so close, Dex,” you moan, and when you say this, Dex completely pulls out and you feel the absence of his size, absence of his closeness. Dex doesn’t want to finish with your face away from him. He wants to look into your eyes, see your face as his cock brings you to orgasm. Gone was the dominance, the real Dex wanted this to be special.
He flips you over onto your back and spreads your legs and wraps them around his waist. Before he enters you again, Dex is breathing heavily, and he reaches up his fingers to caress the side of your face. Your lips are parted—you’re out of breath too—and the gravity of tonight’s earlier situation hits him. He never wants you to feel unsafe again. The only way that can happen is if Dex is in your life.
“You mean a lot to me,” Dex says, and it really is the closet thing he can say to those three dating little words. You smile at him, place your own hand on his face too. You don’t need to say anything. He knows you feel the same. And Dex slowly pushes himself inside your pussy again, feeling your tightness clench him and his size fill you up perfectly. Your face contorts with pleasure and you breath a heavy sigh. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot each time he thrusts inside you. “You’re mine,” Dex says again as he picks up his pace.
“Oh, Dex,” you pull him even closer as he continues pounding you into orgasm. Dex's eyes are dark as he holds this intense gaze with you, watching you orgasm like his life depended on it. Your so tight and went around him, when you finally come down from orgasm, Dex finally lets himself reach his own climax.
“Fuck, fuck,” Dex’s own face contorts and it’s the sexiest you’ve ever seen him, coming so undone like this. He spills his cum inside you on his final thrust and feels his seed fill you up. You feel him spurt deeply and it feels euphoric to feel all of him inside you like this.
If your relationship wasn’t clear before, it sure was now. You belonged to Dex and he you. As much as you were his, he was all yours.
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"I’ve got you."
Steddie x Male!Reader
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you can read it as gn!reader if you really want to, but it’s male!reader bc there’s not a lot of those :)
angst turned fluff & comfort!!!!
in which you take nancy’s place in the scene where she’s taken by vecna, except this time it’s more fatal..
(we’ll pretend that the group already knows of the established relationship and nobody has to explain anything, cause i don’t feel like doing that)
pretend that vecna showed you what he showed nancy in-between perspective changes…..
warnings: homophobia, f-slur, bullying, mention of suicide & abuse..
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You’d been traveling through the Upside Down for what felt like forever.
All of you guys had some type of muck on you. Robin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie. You’d been traveling for so long that your clothes were already dry.
You had jumped into the lake after Steve was pulled through the gate despite Eddie’s many protests. You helped get the bats off of Steve while the others fought the rest of the demobats. Even though he was wounded, he still worried over you as you were wrapping his torso with cloth.
"Why’d you jump in after me? Are you hurt anywhere?" He had asked, to which you only shook your head and responded with, " ‘Cause I love you, now let’s get out of this place."
As you were traveling, you sent a worried glance at Steve once again, your eyes flickering to the jacket(vest) that he was now wearing. Eddie’s. You smirked to yourself, shaking your head as you remembered why he was wearing it. Steve had been staring at you, and (not so subtly) flirting for longer than Eddie liked, causing him to throw the jacket into Steve’s chest.
"Somethin’ funny?" Eddie asked from beside you, his arm slung around your shoulder as the both of you walked.
"Yeah. The way you threw your jacket at Steve ‘cause you were jealous." You kept your smirk, even more smug at the way Eddie’s mouth gaped.
"I was not!"
"You definitely were."
"—Not. I was not jealous." He huffed, a blush tinting his cheeks. "Sure, Eddie.." You murmured, glancing at Steve again, that twinge of worry still not going away.
Eddie noticed this, and kissed the side of your head, albeit slightly awkwardly since the two of you were still walking.
"Sweetheart, he’s okay. Steve’s strong, you know that?" He reassured you.
"..I know, Eddie. But, I also know that he won’t ask for help if he needs it." You sighed, turning your head to look at the male beside you.
"C’mon, why don’t we walk with him then, yeah? Will that make you less worried?" He offered, to which you nodded, and sped up a bit to catch up with Steve.
After a short moment of the three of you walking together, Steve could feel your stare on him once again. "What’s up, babe? You keep starin’ at me." He asked, and you shook your head and bit your cheek, not wanting to admit that you might just be worrying over nothing.
Eddie spoke up, "He’s worried over the bat bites."
"Oh, honey, you know I’m fine, right?" Steve replied, his features softening as he looked at you again.
"Yeah.." You muttered quietly, your gaze flickering down to Steve’s wrapped bites before looking back up at him.
Though, clearly you weren’t hiding it very well, because the taller male noticed, and he gave you a small smile. "I’ll let you know if they hurt too much, don’t worry."
You left it at that, and the three of you kept walking with Nancy and Robin.
Now, you were at Eddie’s trailer. Well, the Upside Down version of it. Staring at Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Max through the broken gate was.. weird, to say the least.
"Those stains.. I don’t know what those stains are." Eddie had tried to explain. Robin hummed a, "Hm." in response while you covered your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh, though the metalhead heard you, and looked at you with a playful glare.
Robin climbed the rope first, successfully making it through. "Thank God.. that was fun." She said, breathlessly as she took Dustin’s hand and got off of the mattress.
Next was Nancy, and she got through, grunting a few times as she climbed, falling onto the mattress just as Robin did, a smile forming its way onto her face, one of relief.
Now it was you, Steve, and Eddie. All three of you looked at each other, as Eddie spoke up.
"I guess I’ll go." He shrugged as he started to climb the rope.
He fell onto the mattress not-so-graciously, breathless. "That.. was fun, shit." He agreed with a glance at Robin before standing up.
You and Steve looked at each other, a smile on the male’s face. "See you on the other side." He spoke, and you replied with, "On the other side." before climbing.
Yet, as you started to climb, you heard a noise. You ignored it, falling through the gate, yet you weren’t back in Hawkins. You screamed as you continued to fall, before landing in.. your old house?
What? You sat up, wincing softly in pain, looking around. This was your old house.. why are you here? You stood up, walking around, and eventually out of the house. As soon as you walked out of the house, you were in your old school.
What was happening? Why aren’t you in Hawkins? Why are you here? Worry coursed through your veins as you kept walking.
Meanwhile, Steve realized your glossy eyes, and the way you seemed to be in a trance. Vecna’s curse.
"Y/N..? Hey, hey. Stay with me. Y/N! Hey!" He yelled, gently shaking your shoulders. The group gathered to look through the gate, confused by the yelling from Steve.
"Y/N, wake up! Wake up! Y/N!" He continued to yell your name, worry on his features. Eddie, on the other side, walked forward, putting his hands back on the rope.
Dustin stepped forward, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. "Don’t go back! That’ll make everything worse!"
"Man, it’s Y/N!" Eddie defended, breathless and worried, flashbacks of Chrissy flashing in his head. He won’t let that happen to you.
You kept walking through school, opening a double door to the cafeteria. A ton of people turned to look at you, their faces blurred, and you froze. Why did they look like that? Why were they all staring at you?
Soon enough, they were laughing and pointing at you. You ran out of the cafeteria, and were met with two blurry-faced people. One shoved you against the wall, while the other hit you.
"Let me go!" You screamed as one of them pinned you against the wall.
"Fag!" One of them said, and you froze, not expecting that word to be said to you, and they both took the chance, one punching you as the other kept you pinned against the wall.
"No one likes a queer." The one pinning you said, though the voice seemed.. different.
They repeated things like that, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tried your best to defend yourself. You were no longer pinned, and you slid down the wall, holding your arms out in front of yourself to try to block the punches and kicks.
Your eyes shut tightly, and suddenly it was silent. You didn’t feel anymore punches, you didn’t hear anymore insults. You opened your eyes, and you were in a red place.
Looking around, there were floating objects, broken pillars.. and vines. Lots of vines. That’s when it hit you. Max had drawn this. Vecna’s lair. A grandfather clock was ticking.. the same one Max described. Your eyes widened as you made the connection.
You’d been having headaches. You’d been having nightmares. Vecna had cursed you.
"Y/N! Y/N, just stay with me!" Steve yelled, cupping your face with both hands, panic seeping through him, and Eddie was no exception. He had run off by now to find your favorite song, one he knew all too well, yet he couldn’t find it. He knew he had it somewhere!
"Okay, whatever you guys are doing up there, hurry up!" Steve urged as he looked up at the gate, as Erica ran off, yelling, "Steve says you need to hurry!"
"Yeah, no shit!" Dustin yelled back, obviously panicked himself as he rummaged through tapes. "We’re trying, we can’t find anything!" Added Max, who seemed equally as worried.
"What even is all this shit!?" Robin asked to Eddie, holding a handful of tapes. "It doesn’t matter, we’re looking for Y/N’s favorite tape!" Eddie matched her tone, frantically looking through all of his tapes. "What’s his favorite song?" Asked Nancy, also looking through tapes.
"F/S!" (favorite song) Eddie replied. That’s when it hit him. He ran out of his room.
"Eddie? Where are you going!?" Dustin screamed as Eddie ran, but his friend didn’t respond, bolting to the couch as he grabbed a bag, rummaging through it.
"It’s your fault." Spoke a deep voice from seemingly nowhere. You froze where you were, shocked, about to respond before the voice spoke again. "It’s your fault that E/N (ex’s name) died. Or, have you already forgotten?" The voice, who you realized was Vecna, teased.
Your blood ran cold at the mention of the name. Your old boyfriend..
E/N’s parents found out about the two of you dating because you had let it slip that you were dating them, and their parents abused them horribly to the point where they committed suicide. Your parents kicked you out when they found out, and you eventually ran away from town, ending up in Hawkins.
"Don’t say their name." You said to Vecna, trying your best to keep your voice from trembling.
"It’s all your fault." Vecna repeated, vines suddenly wrapping around your limbs and dragging you to a vine-pillar.
Eddie grabbed a tape out of the bag, his eyes widening as he realized it was the right tape, running back into his room.
"I got the tape! I got F/S!" He held up the music tape, and everyone looked at him.
"Give it to Steve, then!" Max spoke urgently, and Eddie was about to run out of the room before Robin spoke up.
She threw a walkman at him, which the metalhead thankfully caught. "Here, now go!"
Eddie ran out of the room and back to the gate.
"Steve!" He yelled before tossing the music tape and the walkman through the gate, which his boyfriend caught with a bit of fumbling.
"C’mon, come on.." Steve muttered as he put the walkman on your head and started the tape.
After a few moments, you were still in a trance which worried Eddie further.
"Is the tape on, man?!" He yelled, pacing back and forth as the group gathered around the gate again.
"Yes, it’s on!" Steve yelled back with a sigh, cupping your face again and stroking your cheek gently, a contrast to his words and tense body.
"Y/N, wake up!" His voice wavered. "Please, sweetheart.." He spoke again, though this time his voice was softer, and nobody on the other side could hear him.
You were tied up with vines, struggling in them as you tried to escape, even if you knew you couldn’t.
"Let me go!" You screamed, angry, upset, and worried all in one. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to leave Steve and Eddie.
"It’s time for your suffering to end. You’ll be reunited. Do not worry, it’ll be over soon.." Vecna’s voice practically echoed as he started to raise his hand. Suddenly, you heard F/S start to play. What?
Vecna turned his head to the noise, and since he was distracted, the vines loosened just enough for you to wiggle out of their grip, immediately breaking into a run towards the portal that opened.
You heard a growl from behind you, and Vecna turned to fully face you, vines chasing after you as floating objects gradually fell, aiming to block your path.
F/S was mostly all you heard, except for the faint cries of Steve.
"Y/N! Wake up, Y/N! Stay with me..!" He was yelling, each one making your heart break, running even quicker. A vine suddenly wrapped around your foot, and you tripped, falling to the ground.
You used your strength, shaking the vine off of your foot and pushing yourself up with a grunt, the portal getting closer and Steve’s voice getting louder.
"Steve!" You yelled, but he couldn’t hear you. You ran though the portal, and everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, you fell to the ground from your shock, though Steve caught you.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, it’s okay." He spoke soothingly as he slowly lowered you, though didn’t let you touch the floor, your gasps for air louder than his voice, panic hitting you hard.
As soon as Eddie saw you fall, he sighed with relief that you were okay, running his hands over his face.
"It’s okay, it’s okay.." You were still breathing heavily, though were starting to calm down, your eyes meeting Steve’s, his soft but worried look making you calmer.
"It’s okay.. it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m right here. I’ve got you." Your gasps turned into shaky breathing as Steve brushed the hair out of your face, kissing your forehead as he soothed you with his words.
As soon as he knew that you were fully here, he pulled you into a hug, calming both you and himself. Eddie watched through the gate with worried eyes, still pacing.
After a few moments longer of Steve holding you, he let you go, pulling you back up so that you were standing, looking at the rope and gesturing for you to climb.
You nodded shakily, too shaken up to talk, and started to climb up the rope with Steve helping you at the start, F/S still playing quietly in your ears through the walkman.
After shakily climbing, you fell onto the mattress, the walkman sliding off of your ears in the process. You weren’t able to put it back on before Eddie pulled you up and into a tight hug.
"You’re okay." He whispered in your ear as he held you tightly. "I—I’m okay." You whispered breathlessly back, your face buried in the crook of his neck, holding him just as tightly.
Steve fell onto the mattress soon after you, Eddie letting you go as he helped Steve up. Everyone shared a mutual feeling, relief that you were okay, but dreading what was to come.
"He showed me something." You finally spoke up, your body still slightly trembling, Steve reaching over and gently grabbing your hand, a silent offer of comfort. You squeezed his hand back.
"He.. as in Vecna?" Nancy asked softly, her reporter side making her curious. You nodded at her question, still barely able to bring yourself to speak.
You were going to explain, closing your eyes tightly for a few moments, the fear coursing through you again as flashbacks hit you. Steve and Eddie, noticing your reaction, shared a glance before looking at the rest of the group.
"We’ll be right back." Steve spoke up, gently pulling you along, the three of you walking into Eddie’s room. The long-haired male shut the door after you all walked in, and guided you to his bed.
When all of you were settled on Eddie’s bed, Steve pulled you into another hug, kissing the top of your head, feeling your trembling body.
"Shh.. let it out, sweetheart, let it out." Steve murmured against your hair. With his words, you crumbled, feeling your eyes burn as tears welled up in them, a sob wracking through your body. Eddie rubbed your back as you sobbed, meeting Steve’s eyes, both of them sharing a mutual worry for you.
After about 15 minutes, Steve’s murmured words of reassurance and Eddie’s hand rubbing your back and sides relaxed you, your sobs dying down to silent tears slipping down your cheeks.
Steve slightly pulled back, gently pushing your chin up so that you’d look at him, using his other hand to wipe your tears away, a soft smile on his face.
"Hey, honey." He murmured softly, stroking your cheek. Steve shared a look with Eddie and nodded, so the other male gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
Your back leaned against Eddie’s chest, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His chin rested on top of your head as Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, stroking it softly.
"I’ve got you." Eddie murmured, moving his head to be in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly.
"We’ve got you."
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#x reader#male reader
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hihihi can we maybe get some headcanons on being the fifth member of the fruity four?? :) (platonic preferably but if you'd rather do romantic then that's fine too)
YES WE CAN AND BC I LOVE YOU, YOU'RE GETTING *PLATONIC* 😩
the fruity four x fem!reader (platonic)
warnings: absolutely 0
you were the one who came up with the name "fruity five*"
steve and nancy didn't really get a say in it, but eddie and robin absolutely loved it
"we might not all be gay, but we definitely have a little sparkle in our step" eddie would say as he sent a wink over to steve
robin would definitely take it seriously, and would even make you guys have meetings every tuesday
"robin, i can't do tuesdays, i have practice!"
"what kinda weirdo practices basketball at 7:45pm on a tuesday evening, harrington???"
eddie would make yall t-shirts
v cool ones actually
nothing too obvious though, as it was the 80s and "gay" wasn't always so welcome
"why are there 5 fruits on it though?"
"the fruity five? DUH"
convincing nancy and steve to wear them
eventually, they wear them
you teasing nancy about her OBVIOUS feelings for robin
"y/n, i don't have a crush on robin."
"ifyouhaveacrushonrobinsaywhat!"
"what?"
walking around school in your fruity group not giving an f werd
punching jason right in the jaw after you hear him insulting steve's shirt
"shut the hell up laundry boy. you're just jealous you don't have one"
yes, we all know that robin is lesbian, yes it's cannon BUT YOU AND EDDIE ARE THE GAYEST KIDS IN THE CLIQUE
before anyone comes at me yes ik eddie isn't but i personally think he's pan which is still in the LGBTQIAP+
helping steve babysit the kids while the others go vecna hunting
"Y/N COME AND HELP ME I CAN'T DO THIS ON MY OWN"
"WILL AND I ARE HAVING A DEEP GOSSIP"
you and will being besties, and being the friend 🙄miKE🤢 COULD NEVER BE
him crying and giving you a hug after you give him one of the FF shirts
you obvs don't judge him cuz you know he's got a lotta emotions bottled up
all 5 of you get jobs at scoops
100% chaotic
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY SCOOPER STEVE?"
"eddie has it"
"MUNSON?"
"i through it at that kid cause she said i was a long haired freak"
"YOU THROUGH MY SCOOPER AT ERICA?"
nancy being the only sane person
ice cream based diet
steve always whining because he never gets what he wants
robin being annoyed with steve almost always
nancy trying to calm the two of them down
eddie being and doing problematic things because he's always WAY too hyper
and you loving all of them because they are your fruity fam
#answered asks#amazing mutuals#ANGEL#stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things hellfire club#stranger things headcanons#eddie munson#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley
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Could you write something where shawn and reader are dating in college and maybe it’s like summer and they get in a big argument over shawn making a rude comment a few days ago and his parents notice how she doesn’t come round lately and it’s like shawn gets really upset talking to his parents about it and ends up going to her house only to find she’s gone on holiday with her friends and it’s just him being a lost puppy looking at photos of them two together until she gets back and he just admits how big of an idiot he was
certainly 😔 it’s so sweet <3333333333 i didn’t proofread this and it’s not great bc i kinda have writer’s block so yeahhh
Shawn’s room seemed so small and dark without you there lighting it up.
His parents had noticed how he had distanced himself from you lately, and they were trying to pry all of the information out of him. They were sitting on the small, low couch in his room as he sat on his bed, refusing to say anything.
He picked weakly at the one of the ties on his quilt, but didn’t say anything until he realized his parents weren’t going anywhere.
“I made her mad,” he said finally, swallowing hard. “I don’t think she likes me anymore.”
“What did you do?” Karen asked as she sent a sidelong glance at Manny, who looked rather uncomfortable himself.
“I…” Shawn grimaced as he remembered the words flying out of his mouth. The expression on Y/N’s face was one of pain and disbelief and he hoped never to see it again.
“I called her an attention seeker,” he said quickly, feeling hot tears prick the back of his eyes as he remembered her response.
“I didn’t know you felt that way, baby—err—Shawn.”
“And why would you say that?”
“I was jealous,” Shawn whimpered as he pulled a pillow up against his chest. “I told her I was sorry.”
“Why were you jealous?” Manny asked at the same time Karen asked, “How did you apologize?”
Shawn just looked down, face flaming with shame. “I told her via text.”
Karen shook her head while Manny insisted, “why were you jealous?”
“She was really close with this… this guy in her pictures and I got really jealous. Turns out the guy was her cousin.”
Manny put a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh, but Shawn noticed.
It made him feel even worse.
Karen pushed her husband out of the room and came to sit at the end of her son’s bed. “You wanna go over to her house now?”
Shawn nodded with a sniffle as he wiped his eyes. He grabbed his phone and keys and began the short walk to your house.
When he got there, his heart sank.
All of the lights were off and there were no cars in the garage. He stood at the door in shock for a few moments until your nosy neighbor poked her nose out of her door.
“They’re on vacation,” she said in a nasally, high-pitched voice as she emerged onto her porch, pulling her obnoxious floral robe around her. She looked a mess. Her frizzy white hair was falling out of its curlers, and she was only wearing one slipper.
Shawn grimaced at the sight of her, but he stuck around to listen to what she had to say.
“They went up north for the week to visit [your/dad’s/name]’s parents. They were gonna get a hotel on their way back for one night and they should be back on Wednesday.”
Wednesday.
That was five whole days away. Shawn didn’t want to bother you while you were on vacation, but he couldn’t wait to apologize. He settled for leaving a handwritten note in the mailbox, telling you to come over the second she got home.
After that, all he had to do was lay on his bed in the dark and play his guitar, the same four chords over and over again.
His parents found it incredibly hilarious that he was so depressed over such a minor argument, but his conscience was eating away at him.
He woke up early on Wednesday morning and waited on the couch by the door for you. All day passed and you didn’t show up. At nearly midnight, he returned to his room, at a loss. He had no way to apologize now.
A gentle knock on his door stirred him from a restless sleep. He opened his eyes to see his mom peeking into his room.
“You have a visitor,” she explained and he sat up to see you standing there.
You entered his room, eyes on the ground, as he watched you, trying to figure out how to state his apology.
You sat down on the edge of his couch, hands on your arms as if you were cold.
“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out once Karen had closed the door. He refrained from calling you baby, in case you were still angry. “That was a stupid fucking thing for me to do and I’m so sorry.”
You looked up from the ground, ready to forgive him, when you saw big tears falling down his rosy cheeks.
“Aww, Shawnie,” you cooed. “Come over here. I forgive you.”
Shawn got up, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, and sat down beside you. He laid his head in your lap and pulled the blanket tighter around himself as you played with his sleep-tangled curls.
“I love you, baby,” you whispered into his ear. “I’m not mad.”
A smile played on his lips as he fell back asleep, comforted by your presence.
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#🫧 anon#anon concepts#Shawn mendes#Shawn mendes concept#Shawn mendes blurb#Shawn mendes angst#Shawn mendes fluff#Shawn mendes x you#flutterfly alley#yellow 💛 heart
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Honestly, it took me a min to process this weeks episodes.
I have been reading people thoughts about the episodes, and i miss when the Islanders had their own personal opinion on MC.
I'm also getting tired of FB desperately trying to make LI so shady in this case, Lewie, for me.
Like pls make up your mind. Is Lewie a sweet guy, or is he a red flag. Is Jamal the chilled cool guy, or is he a snake. Like i get there has to be drama but why is everything surrounding MC at least season 2 and 4 we had Priya/Noah/Hope drama Lottie or mc/Rocco/Marisol drama and 4, the whole Lexi/Kobi/Valentina.
If this is an attempt to bring back the story line of MC and Bruno, they are failing horribly.
At this point, i just feel like Ozzy is obviously the main character, I like him, but i really wanted to pursue and look into the other routes before his slow burn.
I did like that we finally got to interact abit with amelia and she wasnt mixed in the drama, but Pls for the love of god just get over what you have to say because i promise you i dont care if its anything Zeph involved.
I liked Lewie getting jealous, and im not gonna lie. i liked the whole (Suresh/Arlo) moment looking at each other through the dates, i wish we could have flirted like we did then, but i was a Suresh Girlie. But definitely, last season gave me whiplash, and i was hoping for a cleaner route the first time around.
The whole recoupling was so rushed like i was literally just coupled up with Lewie the night before????
Also once again FB WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM GO TO TALK TO CHLOE BEFORE US, then coming to me to sneak away with you at the day beds???
I'm calling it now, FB IF I SNEAK OUT AND I FIND THIS MAN WITH CHLOE IN A COMPROMISING POSITION IM RESTARTING MY ROUTE AND STICKING IT OUT WITH OZZY.
Like i love Lewie but i hate how they are doing his route filled with sneakiness.
Something bugging me is that we can't seem to talk to other ppl unless it's LI related. In Season 2 my MC was hooping around in my noah route. Right now, i feel like i barely spoke to Jamal or Roberto. it's either flirt with your first LI or Ozzy. Maybe they change it later. Sorry for venting!
no bestie dont be sorry because I feel the same right now!!
Every single season since s2 we've all been like bring back s2. give us what we had back then. and I know when s2 was out people complained that MC was constantly in someone else's drama and it was too centered around the villa and not us. but why didnt they tweak that just a tiny bit instead of giving us the most boring season of life with s3. s4 I think is the closest we ever got to s2 because we actually had routes that season but we also had one of the ugliest MCs of all time. no need to drudge up the past on s5...I was a suresh girlie too and man they put literally everyone in hell every single week. I have some ptsd after that season and still havent been able to replay it. I know we said we wanted recouplings back after having zero last season but we actually wanted some control over them!! we didnt want fb to just dictate them all over again. fb lowkey has ruined the LJR route for me. one I hate that those THREE guys all have the exact same route. and then if you aren't romancing the other two u literally never see them or talk to them. S2 I never romanced Ibrahim or Gary and was never coupled with them but I actually got to know them and even though we were just friends I knew so much about them. We know nothing about the other guys. Some people have sent me asks about head canons for Roberto and I havent been able to answer them bc I literally dont know that man. the only people I know are Ozzy and Lewie and even then the convos have been kind of surface.
ps you can vent anytime!! 💖
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omg i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love for the wip game?
ok so far this is just 6k of charles and pierre trying to woo lewis into their bed and lewis not trying v hard to resist it lmao. (read: lewis fluttering his lashes and falling into their bed and on their dicks like oopsie! how did i get here! i'm soooo silly) and it’s v nearly finished ! i just need to sit down and tip tap tap out the remaining 2-3k tbh. a little stuck on a talking part between charles and pierre and the overall sex scene at the end and tying it all together but this is mainly just me being lazy bc i wrote most of this fic months ago in one go and then got distracted and now here i am
George: charles mate what the fuck
George: could you be any more embarrassing
Alex sent a photo
Alex: u r so red
George: AGSJKDKAHAJKD
George: LOOK AT HIS FACE
Alex: I KNOW
Lando: aw charles
Lando: wot r u doing
Lando: not like u guys can say shit
Lando: ur just jealous that it’s charles who made lewis look like that
Alex: we r not
George: piss off
“What are you looking at?”
Charles startles, fumbling with his phone, nearly dropping it. Lewis laughs, knocking his shoulder into his.
“Nothing, nothing,” Charles says, gripping his phone so tightly the edges of his case dig into his hands.
Lewis hums, eyebrows raised. “Okay,” he says, drawing out the ‘o’. “It wasn’t porn, was it?”
Charles chokes on his own spit as Lewis cackles. “No!”
“Chill, man, I didn’t think it was.”
Charles laughs with him, “You’re not funny.”
Lewis waves a hand, scoffing, “I’m hilarious, actually, but whatever.”
Charles glares at him and they start walking, towards their garages. Charles makes sure he isn’t looking at Lewis too much, paying attention to the people around him. The only thing worse than that press conference would be if he walked into a pole or something because he was too busy drooling over Lewis. He can already hear Alex and George laughing at him.
“I meant it, you know. What I said in there,” Lewis says, hands in his pockets, shoulders loose. People move out of the way as they walk down the paddock, some of them not even looking at them before moving, as if Lewis has this pull, this way about him, that lets you know he’s there without even seeing him. Charles is used to his picture being taken, but with Lewis, it’s always more than normal. He ignores them.
“I know,” Charles says, watching Lewis not look at him. “I meant it too.”
Lewis’s eyes flicker over to him then, face still relaxed. Charles wants to break all the cameras and close the door to everyone and tell Lewis to show what he’s feeling, tell him that he can. He keeps watching him instead.
“Are you sure?” Lewis asks and his pearls shine in the sun. Charles wants to reach out a hand, tangle his fingers in them, and pull Lewis in. He doesn’t do that either.
Charles makes sure he’s looking at Lewis when he says, “I’m sure.”
Lewis nods, eyes flickering away. “Okay,” he says, a grin lighting up his face, starting in his eyes. “Okay.”
Charles tells him about the latest thing Arthur has done that has given Lorenzo grey hairs, or so he says, because Charles has yet to see them. Lewis is laughing as they get to the Mercedes garage, the Ferrari one still further on.
“Here you go, Monsieur,” Charles declares, with an exaggerated flourish of his hand, just to make Lewis keep laughing. He does, head thrown back, hand on his stomach. Mercedes mechanics look up from what they’re doing and watch them. Charles ignores them too.
“Merci beaucoup,” Lewis grins at him, the words foreign and strange on his tongue, but his pronunciation near perfect. Of course it is, Charles thinks, he could never do anything by halves.
Lewis starts to walk away, waving to Bono, who stares back at both of them, face unreadable, before saying to Charles, “After the race? Your room? You’ll tell Pierre?”
Charles nods because what else are you supposed to do when Lewis Hamilton smiles at you like that, small and hesitant, and invites you and your boyfriend to his room. “I’ll text you,” Charles calls after him, walking backwards, and Lewis laughs. Some of the mechanics are still watching them and Charles keeps ignoring them.
He’s grinning to himself as he jogs back to the Ferrari garage. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton. He can’t wait to tell Pierre.
He nearly walks into one of his mechanics as he gets to his garage, body going cold. Oh, god. He’s got a date with Lewis Hamilton! A date. With Lewis fucking Hamilton.
#i hope its love. i'm trying really hard to make it love#ft. lewis thinking he's funny while charles is Gay and Flustered and the twitch quartet are Annoying#wip ask game#niamh.asks#anon tag
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ONE LAST ASK .i cant sleep so i finally read the first ssk i sent tsht u answered and i want u to go in2 more depth w the songs n playlists n shit u mentioned in there .this is separate from the other music ask yea 👍 gn for real probs. btw its so sad that my parrot emoji used to be mostly red like whatever the coloring people draw grian w idk names of any birds but owls but they changed it
🦜
^ idk what kind of phone u have but i have android .before my ohone updated he was a lil red guy n now hes GREEN .i had this fucker in my old discord theme thank god i changed it before it changed for me bc this HURTS goddamn i want my red fuckign bird bsck
ok gn 4 rral the whiplash of my music going from stray kids to stevie nicks is enough to make me pass out (do not let my listing of artist names fool u i only know one stevie nicks song n its edge of seventeen .the skz song was sunshine tho Btw)
AOUGH what did they do to my parrot boy.....
i don't know any songs by stevie nicks so tbh you've got me beat either way LMAO
OKIE so analysis time uhhhh lemme see the post
It's Never Enough by we are the dirt:
this song is thematically about an individual with rapidly declining mental health, seeking out a gruesome end to escape the bottomless emotions associated with a terrible breakup. it's melodramatic, it's way over blown, it's delightfully obscene in its depictions of bodily gore, it's soooooooo scarian.
as far as a fic goes, i would want to lean heavily into the vex cannibalism aspect that's canon to scar, with the setting being third life. a rotted corpse walking around the living with red in his eyes and barely contained inhuman hunger roaring in his ears? held only at bay because of "he" whom is now indebted to that corpse? who pledges him his first life and watches scar fall into insanity and in the end, strikes him down himself, that love which was the only thing keeping scar alive, not enough to save him in the end? sounds like a good hurt/no comfort fic to me.
some lyrics that i think especially apply:
"‘Cause if I can't taste your lips just let me taste blood and nothing else."
"They'll be with me in life and death and after I take my final breath, they'll crawl in through my rotting flesh and eat away my skin."
"He said “don’t trust your eyes they always lie they always lie, only trust what you feel” but I feel you in my dreams and you're next to me and you're never real."
now, actor au!
grian:
Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal
-a song about being blindsided by an industry that promised you riches and fame, only to be cast aside at best, taken advantage of at worst
jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo
-a song about being jealous of people who aren't competing with you, nor are they trying to make you feel inferior, but letting yourself get carried away with self-inflicted negative emotions
You Stupid Bitch by girl in red
-lightly tsundere grian my beloved. this is what he wants to scream at scar, if only he could admit to himself that he actually cares about him beyond a superficial, physical level.
scar:
SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat
-a song about constantly being one step ahead of a ruthless industry that is just waiting for you to fail.
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys
-a part of grian and scar's relationship that i haven't been able to explore yet, but i definitely will be making space for.
-in short, grian's deadset on the rules in their "arrangement", but scar's already in love with him. being told that their private meetings are primarily contingent on them hooking up, and nothing more, isn't exactly easy for scar to process.
Boyfriend by Dove Cameron
-the person he pretends to be: suave, charming, a smooth-talker. while scar is capable of being all those features, in truth he wants to be this person to grian only. he wants to sweep grian off his feet and be able to say that openly.
#justfor2am#justfor2talks#one day i will be able to answer asks at a reasonable pace#and not at 11:30 pm LMAO
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The story of me and my fp now that it has reached its conclusion
I’ve known him for over 3 years. When we met, we weren’t talking one on one but we started to. We both have bpd. He got really flirty with me and we got close. He pretty much love bombed me. He sent me his favorite book. He had a boyfriend and said he wanted to be with me instead. He talked about us dating. He called me petnames. He got jealous over me. It all culminated in him confessing our mutual love (he said we loved each other) but after that he pulled away and I became incredibly hurt and confused. I didn’t know what happened. He would text me but it would be way less and he used me as a free therapist. He acted like everything that happened didn’t happen he didn’t even mention it.
In 2022 I was in an abusive relationship and we get close. He helps me to see that it’s abusive because I don’t. He makes comments about how he would be better boyfriend material and how he wishes I could visit him again. Nothing with him happens bc I’m with my ex and love my ex, but that doesn’t stop this guy from flirting with me. Me and my ex break up and the flirting becomes more direct, this time it being mutual. In March 2023 we have a conversation about what happened the original time and more recent stuff. In regards to 2021 he told me he got scared and pulled away. With recent stuff, he thought I friendzoned him bc I called him bro (even though I told him I call everyone that). He told me he wouldn’t pull away again so I thought 2021 stuff was back on and I had hope. This seemed like the good ending: me and my abusive ex broken up and me with the guy who was there for me and had known me for years.
He decides to come visit me for a few days in late April. He traveled 10 hours to see me and told everyone he was excited to see me (he was studying in Canada abroad and normally lives in France which is how he was able to see me) He kisses me. He holds me. He tells me I��m perfect. We spend mornings together cuddling. We go places. We make out. We have sex. At the end of the trip I confess that I like him and you know based on everything I assumed he did too. He makes me wait all day to talk about it because he’s traveling back home but he tells me I didn’t ruin anything and that he’s going to see me again. So I have hope.
When he gets back home he tells me that he doesn’t like romantically and I’m utterly fucking baffled. I have to beg him to call me and he finally does and the call is terrible. He seems so cold as I’m crying my eyes out and hurt. I tell him what he did is the worst thing of this year and he scoffs and uses my trauma as an argument point. He says “your ex hit you and this is worse?” After the call, he gaslights me and tries to tell me that what we did was “normal friend stuff”. For a week he was really manipulative. I had to beg him to admit he led me on. He kept saying “I’m sorry you FEEL led on”. He wouldn’t take accountability. He said if we had a conversation prior, this wouldn’t have happened. He tried to claim he couldn’t tell I liked him which is such bullshit. At the end of the week he finally told me people told him what we did wasn’t normal friend stuff and only THEN did he believe it. Not when I had been trying to say it for a week.
Things from there were awful he would do upsetting things and I would try to talk to him but he would get mad and handle it horribly. One night he got mad I was upset he was going to bed when we barely talked that day and I wanted comfort. I told him I wanted comfort and he didn’t even respond to that and just said he was gonna sleep. All I said was “yeah” because I was hurt and he wigged out on me and tried to tell me I was guilting him to stay awake when I didn’t even tell him to stay up. That’s just one instance of his behavior.
Things mellowed out for a little until 5 days ago. His parents legitimately kept him up and he didn’t get mad but he got mad at me when he perceived me doing it. I felt very hurt by that. It was a really bad day that day and that was my last straw. I started to feel like he didn’t care at all because he’s been distant ever since he left seeing me and it feels like he used me and got what he wanted and now doesn’t have to act as invested. He’s been setting my ptsd off for awhile now but especially for the last 5 days. He keeps acting like my ex and I told myself it’s just trauma but I don’t think it is. My therapist told me he is abusive but I made excuses and didn’t believe it, and honestly I don’t think it’s just my trauma at this point because the degree he sets me off and I can name a lot of similarities and god knows all the ones I’m missing and not picking up on.
He dipped so much in the middle of our conflicts to sleep totally just stranding me and leaving me to be upset alone all night.
In general I feel really neglected and hurt and it’s such a drastic change from how he was before seeing me. I can’t help but feel like it was all an act to get me attached and give him what he wants. And so I’ve been trying to communicate feeling hurt and neglected and it’s like he doesn’t even hear me out. He just gives me empty words with no action. He tells me he cares but doesn’t act like he does. He doesn’t spend that much time talking to me anymore. I realized he’s my fp recently and even told him (fp curse of them getting worse once they know). All I really wanted was to feel like he cares and for him to spend quality time with me. That was it. And he made me feel bad about that.
So the other day I remembered when he told me he wouldn’t have kissed me had sex with me etc if we had a conversation. But I remembered the March conversation we had a month before he came. I looked back and holy shit. We did talk about stuff. So I feel gaslit. I decide to bring this up to him. He tries to get out of it but I send screenshots. He still tries to talk his way out of it. I took a zoomed in screenshot where he acknowledged his comments had meaning (one of which being “whenever I would say anything like you should date me instead you ignored me”) and prior he also tried to tell me that he didn’t do that and didn’t say anything of the sort (having this realization that means he lied about this whole big convo we had where he tried to tell me that comments he used to make when I was with my ex such as him being better boyfriend material didn’t mean anything….fuck sake dude he lied about so much….he tried to play dumb and like he doesn’t get romantic connotation ever…..when he clearly does and even made comments about dating him instead) and he was fighting for his life in my messages lol all he could say was that he saw the message and tried to say somehow it didn’t “imply romantic attraction”. He tried to say “And i know it says dating and I know it's sending a confusing message, and I think I was talking about how you were ignoring me flirting with you but I know the whole dating thing is romantic and I'm sorry about saying that and making it so confusing” lol???? And then tried to convince me he totally didn’t remember this conversation ever having happened.
Our last conversation was last night. We got into conflict because I was trying to share how it doesn’t seem like he cares and mentioned that others agree and he got mad and tried to discount it and was like “I don't know these people and they don't know me and they have no idea who I am so no their opinion on me doesn't have any value to me and I don't think it means much”. And one of them actually does know him so I said that and he said “Ok well that doesn't make any difference, I know I care about you and want to hear about you, and I don't really think other people's opinions matter on this”. It felt really weird and like he was trying to isolate me and believe his word over those in my life. And before in the past when I tried to point out that he’s not exactly a gentle person, he got mad and said “well other people think I am” so it seems very double standards. He tried to tell me last night he wasn’t coming off as aggressive but he was. It made my ptsd so triggered he scared me. He tried to make it about himself and say he felt unacknowledged but it’s like he wanted to be acknowledged for low effort because he legit wasn’t doing shit. He tried to get me to lower my standards and say that 2 hours of texting sporadically is some huge effort when it’s just not. He hardly texts me throughout the day and that’s supposed to mean he cares. He doesn’t ever set time aside for me and I’m supposed to think he cares. He never brings up my special interests anymore. He never calls me. And how he handles me being upset isn’t good. I literally said to my friend how I felt like I had an abusive bf despite us not being together which has to mean something.
The last thing I sent is this sad audio message where I opened up being sad about how I missed the old him and how he used to be a lot nicer (he denied being any different and when I told him he was different lately he got mad and was like “so I’m supposed to just agree with everything you say?” And I never even said or implied that. And if he’s coming off in cold, argumentative ways I don’t know why he gets to the one to decide that. I’m the one who sees how he interacts with me. He has a warped self perception that my therapist actually pointed out. She told me his perception of himself-that he’s a good person- does not align with how he actually is. He would rather appear like a good person that actually act good).
He told me he would respond later and then I wake up to him sending me a shitty paragraph not even responding to any of what I had said even though he said he would and fucking blocking me on everything. I think he realizes I have caught on to him not being a good person. The fact he couldn’t even have a conversation and had to do this all while I was asleep like a coward. He doesn’t want to face what he did. And I have a concert today that he knows I’ve been looking forward to since November and he did this yesterday as I had to head down there to the location today and to be in the car like this all fucked up for hours and hours. I don’t want this to ruin my concert and I know it will probably. I can’t believe people are so fucking cruel and horrible. I wish I could’ve stopped myself from ever having initially talking to him. I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. Two days ago he told me he wouldn’t leave. He told me he wants to stay in my life. He told he wouldn’t block me. He promised he wouldn’t leave. He knew how scared I was of it lately and now my worst fear has come true. His last message was so heartless. I feel like I’m gonna be sick. I’ve been abandoned so much I don’t know how I’m gonna survive another abandonment. I thought he was different. He didn’t even give me a chance to say anything. Once again my autonomy was robbed from me. He knows my trauma and he knows me and yet he still did this knowing what it would do to me.
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the spy who loved me 2: electric boogaloo || mistoff || valentines au
In Kristoff and Mitte get sent on another mission which, after Mitte becomes jealous of Kristoff being used as a honeypot to get more intel on their mark, quickly becomes more about their relationship than the mission...
Notes: first of all this is NSFW so read at ur own discretion. second of all i know valentines was 3 months ago but i don't want to hear it. third of all this is a sequel to an old valentine's au which i now dont know if we ever posted bc i cant find it but the tldr is that childhood besties and super spy duo kristoff and mitte got sent on a mission, tensions were high, things got steamy... and they never spoke of it again. and that's waht you missed on glee!
@mighty-mitte
KRISTOFF
It had been a little while since he and Mitte had last worked together – not too long, not long enough for him to have forgotten the… events of that last mission, but long enough for things to feel disjointed. Like they were out of sync. It was a strange feeling. The two of them had never been out of sync before, things had never been strange between them. Kristoff kept wondering if maybe they should talk; maybe they should have a conversation about what happened. But he sat through the briefing, silent. And he sat in the car on the way to the hotel, silent. Only now that he was standing in front of the mirror, debating whether he should undo another button at the top of his shirt or not, that he was considering saying something.
Because presumably when you’d accomplished a mission and then slept with your partner/childhood friend it was normal to discuss things? Even if it was just a line or two, something about seeing where things go or letting things drop or…. Anything. Kristoff would take literally anything if it would help him figure out how he was supposed to act around Mitte. For the most part he was just trying to keep his mind off of memories of a similar hotel room with a similar non-descript bed and a similar Mitte, with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and–
Kristoff shook his head at himself, skin flushing pale pink. He had to get himself under control. Maybe talking about things would help. At this point, it couldn’t make them any worse.
He turned, looking at Mitte. “Feels kind of dumb that I’m the one that has to flirt, right? Kind of more your forte. I don’t even think I know how.”
Hm. That wasn’t what he meant to say at all.
But it was a genuine concern. Their mark for this evening, or his mark, anyways, was Eliza Goodfellow, the wife of an up-and-coming businessman who was quickly making a name for himself and definitely bringing weapons and stolen goods into the country and risking national security. Kristoff’s job, as given to him by his handler, was to try and charm Mrs. Goodfellow (who was apparently known for not being exactly faithful, which Kristoff thought made sense, ‘cause her husband didn’t seem like a nice guy at all) into giving them information on her husband’s whereabouts. By charming, they meant flirting, and Kristoff wasn’t good at flirting.
“I might scare her off,” He commented, head tilting as he considered the button situation again. He didn’t want to come on too strong. “Any tips?”
MITTE
Mitte could not believe they were here again. Arms dealer, hotel- a nicer one this time at least- and one goddamn bed. At least there was a refreshing twist; Kristoff all dressed up, ready to flirt for the information they needed. It was actually kind of nice to not be the honey pot for once.
She was bugging Eliza's hotel room whilst Kristoff got the update on her husband, so Mitte got to wear jeans and think about security, instead of worrying about whether her dress was the right length, or if her hair was falling right. Almost every other guy they put her with suggested dangling her like pretty bait before they bothered to come up with anything smart. That was why she preferred being partnered with Kristoff, who didn’t look at her through the lens of how best he could use her, but how best he could work with her. Because they were friends. Best friends. Who had seen eachother naked. And hardly talked since. Well, hardly talked for how much usually talked, and frankly Mitte was surprised Kristoff's head hadn't exploded with the need to discuss their little tryst. Perhaps she should've taken mercy on him and brought it up, but she didn't want to upset the balance of their friendship any further, and she knew if the organization heard about what had happened they'd never work together again.
But Mitte wasn't thinking about that right now, because the mission was what mattered, and Kristoff was nervous about his part. "If we had any indication she played for the right team, I'm sure I'd be the one getting all dolled up." She offered Kristoff a sympathetic smile over the top of the magazine she was pretending to read and let her eyes wander his appearance, assessing as much as appreciating.
"You won't scare her off." She told him, stern but warm as she slipped off the bed to walk over and adjust his shirt collar, close enough to realize he'd put on cologne. He smelled good. "Tips… Tips…" Mitte cleared her throat and paid attention to his hair a moment, tussling it a bit with her fingers. "Don't let your words run away from you. Don't gesture too crazily, but don't stay too still. Smile. Hold eye contact." Which she had not done since she walked over here. Honestly she was tempted to ask if he'd rather a demonstration than an explanation, but that probably wouldn't end well.
Finally, she looked up at Kristoff as she took a step back, considering that shirt button he'd been toying with. She thought he'd look better with it undone, but he wasn't trying to seduce her. Sadly. "You're better at this kind of thing when you don't think too much. Just let her do most of the talking while you try to steer the conversation. Keep your voice soft so she has to lean in, and a hand on her arm will work wonders." Mitte said, turning to rifle through their briefcase for earpieces. "if it sounds like you're really floundering I should be able to talk you through it, but I think you'll be fine.”
KRISTOFF
It wasn’t often that he was the one tasked with being the honeypot. To be honest he wasn’t sure he had ever been given that job before, not in all of his time as an agent– it was always Mitte. She was the one who went out there and batted her eyelashes and bit her lip and got all of the intel they needed, whilst Kristoff bugged hotel rooms and hacked into computers or tailed a mark. And it was no surprise as to why; Mitte was gorgeous. It was all too easy for an unsuspecting man to fall under her spell. Kristoff, on the other hand…
He swallowed thickly as Mitte’s hands reached for his collar, the brush of her knuckles against his neck enough to make him look up, focus on the sconce on the wall as he ran through the information he’d been given. Infiltration was nothing; he had done that before. Pretending to be a new hire at the office, or an international billionaire looking to do business, whatever it was, he had done it. He knew that you had to go in with as full a picture as you could, and then give absolutely nothing away. He was just worried, that was all. What if he slipped up? Screwed the whole thing over entirely?
He took a deep breath, looking down at her. Her eyes didn’t meet his, and he thought he was glad of it. He wasn’t really sure what he would do if they met. When she stepped away, heading for the case, he dropped his gaze to the floor. He ran a hand through his hair, and then glanced hastily in the mirror. He had made it look a little more tousled than he meant to, but never mind. Maybe that was a good thing?
“Well, I’m glad someone’s confident,” He said, taking the earpiece when it was offered to him. It was small, high tech; he slipped it into place with practiced ease, and checked once again in the mirror. It was invisible, unless you were really looking for it; no one but himself would know. “If anything happens, though, if you need any help… I mean, I’m sure you won’t, but.” He paused, blinking at her for a moment. “Just in case. I’ve got your back.”
MITTE
She still knew all his twitches and tells so well, even with the distance that had stretched out between them. Kristoff wasn't the guy who reached out first to shake your hand, or bumped his knee against yours under the table. Being touched always surprised him, even when it was Mitte, who was probably more consistently hands on with him than most people.
(Once, way more hands on. Hands all over; pulling his hair, digging nails into his shoulders, running down the muscles of his chest. Christ, it had felt so good to see him lost to her touch like that. Even better to lose herself in his.)
"You're always nervous right about now." Mitte pointed out to him, still going through the case for the bugs she would need and hoping her face hadn't turned beet red. If her voice came out a little strangled at least she could chalk that much up to her own nerves. God, what was wrong with her? It was just sex. They'd both had plenty of it. Hell, Mitte was more than familiar with the fine art of hooking up with a friend.
Kristoff was more than that though. He was her partner, the guy in the chair watching the room and keeping her safe while she flirted for information, the only person she had a codeword with incase one of them was compromised, the only person who knew where to find her if everyone else thought she'd vanished. Kristoff was the one guy she’d always trusted, and it was an immense relief their slip up didn’t seem to have stopped them working together well, at least, but she could feel the tension of words unsaid. The question was whether it’d be better to air things out or lock the door tight on it all and hope for the best. “...And I know. I’ve got your back, too.”
It was a friendship she couldn't afford to fuck up, which meant despite how good the sex had been, she was just going to have to stop thinking about it. Mitte leaned across enough to catch her face in the mirror and put the earpiece in, then turned properly to face Kristoff again. "They could've partnered me with someone else." She reminded him, "the chief knows you can handle this, Kristoff. You've got more game than you think." Mitte patted his arm and then moved past him to find her shoes, "worked on me, didn't it?" She cackled, even though the quip drove a bus right through her intention to not think about that night. Oh yeah, it worked alright. Thought if she remembered correctly- and how could she not, with how often it had played over in her head- she’d kissed him first. To be fair, she’d always been the first one to take the leap when they were involved in anything risky.
Once Mitte had her trainers on and a backpack full of bugs slung over her shoulder she felt a lot more ready, bouncing on the balls of her feet and giving Kristoff’s seduction suit one last lookover. Honestly? She liked him a hell of a lot more in his post workout look, with his sweat making his already tight t-shirt cling to his abs while he poured half his water bottle over his head to cool off, but this was a nice look too. “Ready to turn on the charm?”
KRISTOFF
Kristoff almost choked on nothing at the comment, thrown out there like they had been regularly joking about the ending of their last mission since it had happened rather than furtively avoiding any mention of it at all. Once again he blushed, the link spreading right up to his ears this time and Kristoff loosened that button he’d been debating on, if only so he didn’t feel so claustrophobic.
It was a good thing, right? That she was joking about it? That was what he and mitte did, they joked about things — they were friends. Best friends. Being with Mitte, whether it was hanging out or working or whatever, had always been as easy as breathing. And knowing Kristoff, knowing his track record, he was gonna ruin that eventually. He was very good at putting his foot in his mouth.
He knew he couldn’t go downstairs looking all flustered so he took a deep breath, ran a hand nervously through his hair which thankfully made it look kind of tousled and teased rather than messy, and gave Mitte a crooked half-smile. “As I’ll ever be.”
He headed for the door, sparing her one last glance before he was gone, heading to the elevators and then down to the ground floor, and into the bar.
The hotel was fancy, the type of place an arms dealer’s cheating wife would be spending the night. There was the low hum of chatter, tables of women in dresses more expensive than the suite they were staying in, men in suits so starched it looked like they could barely move. It was sort of depressing, honestly, but not the first glitzy affair he and Mitte had attended in the line of duty. He spotted their target across the room, sitting at the bar— he hadn’t expected her there, but he supposed it was a good spot to meet someone, if you were looking to.
“I’ve got eyes on Eliza,” he said in a low voice, enough for Mitte to hear in her earpiece, but no one else. “Heading over there now. Wish me luck.”
And with that he headed across the floor to the bar.
MITTE
On a scale of devious to diabolical, where would Mitte fall if she was to just… Skip talking about it, and start joking about it? Kristoff would play along. He’d splutter and he’d huff and then one day he’d crack a joke of his own and it’d become another chapter in the book of shit that happens when you’ve had the same best friend since you were ten and had done so much together now it was hard to tell exactly where the boundary was. Sometimes they made out when they got drunk, sometimes they stole food off each others’ plates, they spent Christmas together, they lived and breathed a job that required nothing less than absolute trust.
So yeah, the boundary was… Well, flexible. They weren’t even drunk that night, but Kristoff had done a much better job of taking the edge off than whatever cheap little bottles of booze that minibar would’ve stocked. Thankgod there was an actual bar at this place. Still, sweeping what had happened under the rug felt a bit selfish, and Mitte was trying to be better about that, so she should at least ask if Kristoff wanted to discuss it. After the mission, obviously. Neither of them needed that kind of distraction right now. Once the Goodfellow’s were handled, there would be time.
They went their separate ways, and Mitte’s first objective was to find a maids cart, and a master key. This much at least was incredibly routine, even for her, and she could pick the lock of a utility closet in her sleep. “Go get ‘em tiger.” She said softly to Kristoff, glancing both ways down the corridor before slipping back out with the necessary key card and heading towards Eliza’s room.
The work she had to do was quiet, quick, and didn’t require more than one person. Still, she missed Kristoff’s presence, the way they’d silently orbited around each other, him effortlessly reaching for all the high up places she found it tricky to get to while she worked on the more fiddly hiding spots. As it was, this time around there was a lot of dragging the desk chair around the room and climbing on things that shouldn’t be climbed on. At least the furnishings were more structurally sound than the last hotel. (They’d have to go at it really hard to cause any damage here. Which they weren’t going to do. At all.)
“I’ll say this, these guys really know how to secure a clock to the wall.” Mitte huffed, mostly to fill the lonely quiet, “how’s things your end- is she swooning yet?”
KRISTOFF
He did his best not to laugh. He had been there, done that. Trying to slip bugs inside of lampshades and into the soles of high heels and behind mirrors fixed to the wall. He knew it was, at the best of times, a ball ache. But he thought he would maybe rather be up there doing that than down here launching into… whatever this was.
This being walking up to the bar, striding across the room with as much nonchalance and casual grace that Kristoff could muster, which was a surprising amount. He didn’t seem like the type of person who could be graceful, but spy academy beat any clumsiness right out of you. He approached the bar, only one seat left — conveniently, right next to his mark.
“This seat taken?” He asked, drawing her attention from the drink in her hand.
Without any shame at all she looked him up, down, and over once more, and then smiled coyly. “What would you do if I said yes?”
He took a deep breath, looking up at the ornately painted ceiling for a moment. It was the type of thing Mitte would say; if it were Mitte he’d already have some kind of comeback. “Leave, I suppose,” he said after a moment. Eliza looked back at him, gaze curious, assessing. “Very disappointed.”
She smiled, a small, tucked-away sort of smile. Coy, honestly vaguely threatening. “Good thing it isn’t, then.” She nodded for him to sit; Kristoff took his cue. When the barman came over he ordered a martini, slipping the cash out of the inner pocket over his jacket over the bar. Eliza followed the movement of his hand with her eyes, and Kristoff pretended not to notice, mostly because he had no idea what to do about it just yet.
“And what brings a good looking guy on his own to this kind of bar on a Friday night?” She asked, leaning her head on her hand, elbow propped on the bar.
“Business,” Kristoff replied, smiling simply, hoping he looked as earnest as he could be. Not exactly a lie. He just couldn’t tell her what business.
She hummed, eyebrows arching. “So not pleasure, then?”
He really had not expected things to go this way this fast. He felt like he fumbled, reaching for his drink when the bartender slid the glass towards him. “Well, I…”
MITTE
It was quite nice to feel like a real spy instead of a pretty doll put on display to distract the bad guy, honestly. Not that it felt that way every time, but the circuits her mind had to run to make sure she was sitting up straight and smiling and pushing her tits up just enough, and the way those guys could leer– god, the things they could say that she just had to giggle at, the way their fingers could dig in when they grabbed at her– well, she was always grateful for whatever quips Kristoff could make down the line to help stop her snapping them like a twig.
Thinking about all that did get her blood going enough that Mitte was finally able to wrench the clock free of its setting to slip a bug in the back before replacing it, and she snickered quietly at Eliza’s forward approach. It did sound like the way Mitte might challenge a man, though coming from Miss Goodfellow it just sounded like a woman not interested in wasting her time. That worked in their favor in the long run; she knew what she wanted and she’d answer slightly strange questions without too much forethought to get it. Kristoff was probably going to need some help, though. Upfront women tended to intimidate him- she would know.
Mitte resisted the urge to rib him about the drink choice- she could call him James Bond later, when he could afford to be distracted- and just listened, whistling through her teeth at Eliza’s continued no nonsense approach. “Stay cool, Casanova.” She hummed, “...Smile at her like you smile at me when you’ve caught me in a stupid lie, and tell her you’re a busy guy and pleasure wasn’t part of the plan, but since you’ve found her you might just have to make time for it.” At least, that was what Mitte would like to hear, that she was worth ruining plans for, so Eliza would probably be all over an ego boost like that.
She wasn’t going to think about whether or not it was a bad idea to imply to Kristoff that she thought the smug little smirk he sometimes threw her way when he won was sexy as all hell. It would be fine, he wasn’t the type to use his powers for evil. (He didn’t even know he had powers. Maybe after Eliza he’d realize.) “Tilt your head a bit… Check her out. And then ask her why she’s all alone, too. But pitch your voice kinda low, like when you’re doing your quiet and angry cop routine.” Secretly, she called it the Sexy and Pissed off cop routine, but absolutely no need to tell him that.
Hey Mitte, what’d you do with your Friday night? Ah, I talked my best friend through seducing an arms dealer's wife. God, she loved her job. She slipped a bug into the tissue box in the bathroom, “I shouldn’t be much longer.”
KRISTOFF
There was no outward sign of him listening to Mitte’s chatter in his ear, he was too well trained for that, but he took in everything she said without questioning it for a second. Mitte wouldn’t get him into trouble, nor would she jeopardise the mission, and honestly? She was way better at this than he was, so if she had advice, he was going to take it. It was just a case of assembling all the information he’d been given and using it correctly, and he was good at that.
Quiet and angry cop routine– he was good at that, too. Or at least, it had never failed him yet. It also had never been used for seduction before but hey, there was a first time for everything. He gave a soft laugh, like it was amusing, just how forward she was, and directed that smile at his drink. The dumb part was, he played different characters all the time. Quiet angry cop, new guy who just started at the firm, bartender with a shoulder to cry on; being a spy was also a part-time acting job, and he had never worried about it before now. It was just like those other jobs – he just had to keep telling himself that.
He looked up at Eliza, glad to find her still looking at him, waiting for an answer. That smile was still in place, a little crooked, amused, almost disbelieving, but hopefully charming. “I’m a very busy guy,” He said, parroting Mitte’s words back at Eliza. “Pleasure wasn’t exactly the plan, but..” He pursed his lips and tilted his head, just as directed. He thought he should maybe feel embarrassed, having Mitte in his ear, no doubt making fun of him up there whilst she bugged the room, but honestly? It was good to know he had back up. He made a deliberate show of looking her over, which served not only to make her smile, small and pleased with herself, but to give him more information, too. If she did a runner, he had a pretty good description of her. “I might just have to make time for it.”
He turned to his drink again – for the record, he hated martinis, but he was hoping the vodka might make him feel a little less self conscious. “But what about you?” He asked, looking back up at her again, turning a little to show she had his full attention. “What’s a woman like you doing here all alone?”
“A woman like me?” She asked, one eyebrow arching. Not offended, no – fishing for something, Kristoff assumed.
“C’mon,” He said, earning another smile from her, like they were old friends, having a laugh. “You don’t need me to tell you what you are.”
“It would still be nice to hear it,” She countered, sipping from the glass in her hand.
“Alright,” He acquiesced, “What brings a good looking woman like you on her own to this kind of bar on a Friday night?”
She laughed, amused, so he did as well. She turned a little towards him in her seat, her own head tilting as she looked at him. She sighed deeply, dramatically, and said, “Looking for company, I suppose. A knight in shining armour, maybe.”
MITTE
Quite suddenly, while listening to her sweet talk and imagining her batting her lashes at Kristoff, Mitte decided she hated Eliza Goodfellow. They dealt with a lot of terrible people every day, real nasty criminals who had done unimaginable shit– but Eliza Goodfellow was just a woman who didn’t care how her husband made his money as long as he had a lot of it, and didn’t care where he went as long as it gave her time to flirt with hot strangers at bars!
She shouldn’t be here, flirting with Kristoff. If she just wasn’t here, then it could be– well… It wouldn’t be anyone. If Eliza wasn’t here, then they wouldn’t be here either. Beyond that, getting too emotional over a target was a terrible idea, even if that emotion was hatred, so Mitte had to swallow it all down, but she could not suppress her displeased huff in response to Eliza’s fawning. She was about as subtle as a brick. “Tell her…” Actually, this wasn’t fun at all. But it was her job, so she could do it. “Tell her you don’t own a sword but you do know how to ride a horse.” Mitte frowned, listening to the two of them carry on whilst she did one final sweep of the room to make sure she hadn’t missed any good hiding spots. “And ask why her husband hasn’t swept her up to ride off with her into the sunset, if you think working him into the conversation so early would be okay.” Kristoff seemed to find his groove, which was good for the mission and Mitte refused to think about it beyond that, ignoring her own grimace as she passed the wardrobe mirror on her way back out.
Initially, she’d planned on just heading straight down to the bar to drag Kristoff out of whatever mess his flirting got him into, but something drove her back to their hotel room- two beds this time, because Mitte had personally promised violence if they pulled the same shit again- to dig through her suitcase, and pull out a nicer top. The one with the ditzy kind of floral print she liked, and a sweetheart neckline that always made Kristoff’s eyes drop for just a second. It was a nice bar, so looking like she’d thrown on whatever old thing was going to draw attention that she didn’t want to have. She was just trying to blend in a bit. “I’m on my way down.” Mitte told Kristoff as she stepped into the lift, “you get what we need yet?”
KRISTOFF
“Well, I don’t have a sword, but I do know how to ride a horse. That good enough?”
It earned a laugh from Eliza, all breathy and coy and maybe she was acting, too. Or maybe she wasn’t — maybe Mitte’s advice was just that good. He couldn’t be sure, but he tried not to act surprised when Eliza leaned a little bit closer, reaching again for her drink. “Close enough.”
He chuckled, shuffling just a little closer himself, almost imperceptibly, but enough for the conversation to feel a little more intimate. Hopefully, anyways. He kept his voice low and soft, hoping he wasn’t about to ruin the entire thing when he said, “So, what? There’s no dashing husband coming to sweep you off your feet and carry you into the sunset?”
“Who said anything about a husband?” Eliza asked, her voice low and sultry, a small smirk on her lips.
Kristoff nodded to the hand she was leaning her head on. “Your ring.”
“Ah,” Eliza murmured. She shifted to set her hand on the bar, looking at the ring. It was a pretty sizeable rock — the guy was definitely rich. “Well, my husband would rather do business deals in Shanghai than take a vacation with his wife.” She tapped her fingers against the bar, looking at the ring for a long moment. Kristoff waited, not wanting to spook her. When she looked up again, she asked, “Does it bother you?”
He hoped Mitte was taking notes. Shanghai— they could look into his dealings, see who he’d done business with there, who might be looking to collaborate. They could be on a flight in a matter of hours.
Eliza was still waiting for an answer. “No,” Kristoff said, shaking his head.
Eliza smiled, her other hand shifting, settling on his thigh. “Good.”
MITTE
She wondered if Kristoff hated it too, hearing her flirt and giggle with targets. Maybe it was just that, no one really liked hearing lies. Yeah. But seriously, she knew it was useful for their mission and all, but was a stupid rich husband who hardly bothered you not enough? Call Mitte crazy, but it sounded like a decent set up, what did she have to go crawling all over guys like Kristoff for?
And Mitte meant crawling in the most literal sense, when she walked into the bar and saw them sitting so close together, her hand on his thigh like they'd been flirting all night and not for five minutes. Still, they got Shanghai out of her, and that meant Eliza Goodfellow had fulfilled her purpose.
She swiped a half finished cosmopolitan- shame she didn't have the patience to order her own and enjoy a few sips- and flagged down a passing waitress, who already had a few half empty glasses on her tray. Mitte pulled a couple of fifties from her purse- would she ever be so used to having money she stopped spending it stupidly?- and set one of them down on the tray, along with the glass. "See that blonde guy over there?" She asked quietly, head tipping towards Kristoff and the vile woman still leaning closer. (He wouldn't know how to stop her, how to end their interaction without a fuss. She had to do it.) "That's my boyfriend. If you happen to trip on your way past and spill these over the woman trying to sit in his lap, I'll give you the other fifty on my way out."
Now see, Mitte knew hospitality staff. Even in a place like this they didn't make enough for how mad the job drove them. She'd happily pay £100 quid to watch Eliza suffer, and the waitress only had to make a simple mistake.
So Mitte sat back to watch the scene play out, Eliza and Kristoff so close to each other, and then; Eliza rearing back in horror, screeching like a banshee about whatever stupid designer made her stupid dress. She sidled over, surreptitiously slipping the waitress that second fifty, and grabbing Kristoff's hand to pull him away before he could start fussing over her with napkins. Miss Goodfellow, so consumed with misplaced rage, barely noticed him leaving.
Mitte didn't speak until they were in the elevator again, alone, her tone the epitome of innocence. "I think that went well. Shame about Eliza's dress."
KRISTOFF
Oh yeah, he had no idea how to extricate himself out of this one. He could do the classic, excuse himself and climb through the air vent in the bathroom, or maybe say he had to take a call and pull the fire alarm on his way out. He had options, he just had very little time to think about them, because Eliza’s hand was at his knee and then his thigh and inching ever higher—
And then it was gone, and he was leaning back, Eliza screaming about useless staff and dry cleaning bills. Kristoff looked down and realised he had faired a bit better, but not by much. His shirt was wet, sticking to his abdomen as Mitte grabbed his hand.
At first Kristoff looked up, wondering if he’d been made — but then he saw Mitte, or rather the back of her head as she made a beeline for the elevator — and felt an overwhelming wave of relief. He was fine and she was fine and they had their intel, and they were going. No shots fired, no covers blown.
He leaned back when the elevator door closed, back to the wall. “Never mind, I guess. Not like she can’t afford another one.” He paused, looking at Mitte for a moment. “You couldn’t think of another way to get me out of there?”
MITTE
She had not thought about Kristoff being in the splash zone. Now, Mitte had seen him in just about every state of undress, distress, and duress a person could be in, so this should not be a problem. And it wasn’t. Except she kept sneaking glances at his abs, and remembering how the muscles had twitched under her hands. Mitte swallowed thickly and turned to look in the mirror instead, fussing with her hair for no reason apart from needing something else to focus on.
The truth was, yeah, there were plenty of ways to get Kristoff out of the bar, most of them cleaner and cheaper, things they’d done dozens of times before when she’d played the honeypot part. She shrugged, feigning indifference. “It was the first idea that came to me.” At least, she wasn’t lying, but Mitte knew that wasn’t really why she’d gone that route. Subtlety had never really been her style, anyway, so as far as she was concerned this was all very typical behavior, regardless of motive.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and Mitte made for their room without waiting or looking back. “So, Shanghai.” She said once they were back in their own space, flopping down onto one of the beds and staring at the ceiling. “Makes sense. A little predictable, but that works for us, I guess, means we stand a chance of finding…”
Mitte made the mistake of glancing over at Kristoff, who had shucked the suit jacket and was unbuttoning the wet shirt, her sentence trailing off. “Um-” She blinked, and quickly wrenched her gaze back to the ceiling, clearing her throat. “Well, we stand a chance of him working with one of our old informants, right? Not super likely, but I could send out a few messages, see if anyone is down to talk to us.”
KRISTOFF
She was lying, he knew it. Her nonchalance was too forced, not quite right, and it caused a small crease to form between his brows as he frowned. They had much more efficient, much quieter ways of getting each other out of tricky spots like that. They were trained to do it — extraction and destruction were key parts of spy training. Getting yourself out of a situation with as minimal fuss as possible was just what they did, and yet Mitte had chosen to bribe a waitress. Presumably, anyways. Kristoff couldn’t see any waitress working in a place as fancy as that just tripping over nothing.
The doors opened and he stepped out after her, still frowning softly as he watched her walk back to the room. He looked both ways before he slipped inside, making sure no one was watching, and he locked the door once he was in.
He flung his jacket on the bed, untucking his shirt and working on the buttons. He’d have to get changed if they were going to get on a flight. Couldn’t go to the airport looking like he’d spent all of last night and today in a bar (and smelling like it, too).
He let his shirt flop on a heap on the floor and reached for his duffel, looking for something to wear. “Why’d you do it?” He asked, ignoring her completely. He looked up at her, pausing his search for a clean shirt. “You don’t do the first thing that comes to you — you want to, but you’re trained better.” He knew her, too well. Mitte was impulsive but not dumb. “So why the tray of champagne?”
MITTE
Yeah, alright. Kristoff's insight shouldn't have surprised her. The fact that he hadn't cottoned on to her reasoning was likely because he couldn't see his nose for his face. The day Kristoff Bjorgman realized he was as hot as he was smart would be a dangerous day for women everywhere.
Even now he somehow managed to be oblivious, shirtless and huffing at her like he wasn't insanely distracting. It wasn't like she had any right to feel this way. Kristoff was just doing his job, and even if he hadn't been he was allowed to flirt with whoever he wanted.
Just… Not while Mitte was listening. "Jeez, Kristoff. Allow a lady to have a little fun." She stood back up to get out her laptop, to see about starting to put out feelers in Shanghai, and to have something to hide her face behind. "We both know it would've taken you forever to get yourself out of there, and it's not like she didn't deserve a little karma."
KRISTOFF
He snagged a t-shirt, plain black and nondescript, a spy’s best friend; they were going to need to blend in. He paused with it in his hand, watching as she went to the laptop. Evasive. And like he said, he knew Mitte to be impulsive, but he didn’t know her to be sloppy. And maybe she was right, it would have taken a while for him to get himself out of there, but he could’ve done it. Or Mitte could’ve done it, just in a subtler way. He frowned softly, wishing she would just talk to him, and then remembering that talking about important things wasn’t really something they did nowadays. If they talked about whatever this was then they might have to talk about their last mission and Kristoff didn’t even know where to begin with that–
He pulled the shirt over his head, crouching down again to begin shoving things into his duffel. Might as well get ready to leave – they would be gone sooner rather than later. He paused, looking up at Mitte, still focused on her laptop. It wasn’t– the two things couldn’t be related. Could they? If Mitte was hiding something then that was strange, but it wasn’t strange if she was hiding something because it was something they weren’t talking about…
Kristoff, having confused himself, shook his head. “I guess.” He said eventually, watching Mitte for a moment. “Though, y’know, I don’t appreciate you doubting my skills. I was starting to get the hang of it.”
He was only joking – he was waiting for her to look up, grinning just a little.
MITTE
To say her face felt hot wouldn't be accurate, rather, there was some fiery thing pulsing behind her eyes that she didn't really understand. Mitte liked being friends with Kristoff. It was easy, it almost always had been, so whatever silly ideas her brain was conjuring up now it could just bloody well stop. The last thing they needed was complications.
Things were fine. Nothing needed to change, she just had to get a grip. (But things were already changing, weren't they? If she noticed him tugging on a t-shirt out of the corner of her eye and wanted to tell him to take it off again.) It wasn't like it mattered that she was feeling so nuts anyway, maybe Kristoff could fool the rest of the world but he couldn't fool her, and if he's ever felt this way watching her flirt with targets she would know about it.
So, he dropped it, but then he picked up something just as bad. Mitte huffed, still hiding behind her screen. Work. She was meant to be working. Shanghai contacts. "...You did great, Kristoff." She told him, honest, if a touch bitter about admitting it. "Pat yourself on the back. Top notch flirting, she was eating out of your hand." Mitte reached for her hoodie and zipped it all the way up, feeling stupid she'd even bothered to change her top. What did she want from Kristoff, anyway? "Well we got her room bugged, so if he moves on from Shanghai we'll probably hear about it. It'll probably take our contacts a while to get back to us. We should just pack up and get going."
KRISTOFF
She was teasing him, which was a good sign, but she wasn’t looking at him, which made him frown again. He hated feeling like things were off, like there was something standing in the middle of them. He hated to think that he had ruined his and Mitte’s friendship, that he continued to ruin it by not being able to talk about it, and risked ruining it further by keep thinking about it. It being the urge to kiss her, to throw that laptop out the window and ask if she remembered what they did last time they were in a hotel room together—
He pursed his lips, nodded. Right. They had a job to do. He had a job to do, he was a professional. He took a breath and then cast his gaze around the room, reaching for the last few bits and pieces that he needed. He swapped his dress shoes out for his boots and grabbed his jacket, ready to go. He didn’t exactly want to — he wanted to know why Mitte was so sullen. Was she regretting this? Working with him again? If she was, he wished she’d just tell him. If she left after this and never spoke to him again… he didn’t know what he’d do.
“I’ll call us a cab,” he said, lingering by the door. “You can check us out — I’ll meet you outside.”
MITTE
What would he say? If Mitte came out with the ugly truth of it, her unreasonable possessiveness, would Kristoff even believe her? Would he care? Would he think she was being ridiculous? Just another of Mitte’s silly mood swings, another this is how it is and you just have to go with it. Kristoff had taken a lot of her absurdities in stride over the course of their friendship, every stupid whim and bit of self sabotage. Something would have to break the damn eventually, and Mitte would hate for it to be something she couldn’t even pin down a reasonable explanation for.
So she kept her mouth shut, packed up her stuff, and checked them out of the hotel.
They’d been on countless plane journeys, and depending on their individual moods their interactions ranged from driving each other up the wall, keeping each other entertained, and companionable silence. This… Was none of that. This was stony and awkward and Mitte nearly jumped out of her damn skin every time their elbows brushed on the shared armrest.
She called their boss when they landed to get hotel details and give him a rundown of their plan, chattering away as Kristoff navigated the streets- still so busy, even at this time of night- to get them safely to where they were staying. Even annoyed at her as he must be- and she could practically feel it radiating off him- he directed her without comment, making sure she didn’t run into anyone or turn down the wrong street.
Being the booming center of business it was, their room here was even more upscale than the last place, all sleek and shiny, and Mitte wondered how many of the little liquor bottles she could snatch from the fridge before Kristoff said anything. “Okay… It’s pretty late, so, boss said we can just hole up in our room tonight doing research and hit the ground running with our search properly tomorrow.”
KRISTOFF
Kristoff wasn’t quiet because he was annoyed or mad or anything like that — Kristoff was quiet because he was thinking.
Alright so maybe he was overthinking, or maybe he was reading too hard between the lines but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Mitte was hiding something from him. And they never hid anything from each other, at least not until all this. Besides, he didn’t feel like he was really hiding anything. The way he had to look away sometimes when she was all dressed up ready for the mission, the way he had blushed when her hand had brushed his neck. He was a spy, he was good with secrets, but not when it came to Mitte.
She had seemed… normal, before they’d gone their separate ways. They’d had the same kind of banter they always did and then out of nowhere she was sullen and closed off and Kristoff didn’t know what had happened. Something, he supposed, between Mitte going to bug the room and coming down to join him in the bar. He could’ve gotten more intel probably, if he’d been left to it for a minute longer. Shanghai was a big place, maybe he could’ve narrowed it down, or gotten an idea of where he might be headed to next, but Mitte had swooped in pretty quickly and had shut everything down before—
Oh.
The lightbulb flicked on above Kristoff’s head somewhere over Russia. He glanced at Mitte out of the corner of his eye and said nothing, staring resolutely at the airplane seat in front of himself.
He was being stupid. He’d added two and two and gotten five. There was no way that Mitte— that she— he couldn’t even really articulate it. He pushed it to one side; he got them to their hotel and checked them into their room and was so decided that he wasn’t going to say anything at all until he was stood there, watching Mitte eye the mini bar.
He wanted to say okay, sounds good, but instead he said, “Were you— were you mad at her? Eliza?”
MITTE
She hated this. She was a talker! Especially to Kristoff, who she’d seen curled into himself in a corner in highschool and decided, yeah, I can probably fuck with that guy. Then he looked up, and he smiled at her, and for whatever reason Mitte decided to just… Talk to him. And he listened, and then suddenly they were friends.
Before now she’d always known what to say to him. But now there was a stupid little voice in Mitte’s head, telling her to ruin some lady’s dress just because she put her hand on his leg, or to run her hand over his abs, or kiss him just to wipe the frown off his face. God, this was why friends didn’t sleep together, it didn’t just blur the line, it put all sorts of experiences in your head that you shouldn’t have. How was she supposed to be indifferent to someone else leaning in to kiss Kristoff, when she knew how good kissing him felt?
Mad. Mitte sat with the word for a moment, eyes narrowed a bit at Kristoff, thinking. Was she mad? No, no, mad wasn’t the right word. Eliza was just doing what she probably did every night, cheating on her husband. Mitte didn’t care about any of those other guys. It bothered her because Kristoff was part of the equation.
…Ah. Oh god. Jealous? No. Maybe. That was ridiculous, she had no right. Kristoff was just doing his job. This worked. This was good, they worked better together than with other partners. "No." Mitte said after a few beats of quiet, going about getting her laptop and shoving her bag under one of the beds, "no, I wasn't mad at her. You wanna listen to her room recording a while and see if she's said anything useful? I'll see if anyone got back in touch with us about her husband."
KRISTOFF
No, he didn’t want to listen to the room recording. He doubted Eliza was going to say anything too useful except for a lot of swearing and angry ranting about useless waitstaff, so he figured it could wait. They had time, and besides, it wasn’t like he’d be able to focus. Mitte wasn’t mad, fine. Which meant that there was really only one other thing it could be, as far fetched and ludicrous as the idea was.
“You were jealous of her.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that he almost startled himself. Listen, he could only work with the intel he had, and what he had was Mitte instructing him on how to flirt and then coming downstairs and seeing her good advice out to work and sending a waitress to ruin the mark’s dress. She wasn’t mad, and Kristoff honestly thought he might be kind of upset if she really doubted his ability to get himself out of a tricky situation that much—
“Right?” He asked, immediately doubting himself. But then, no— he couldn’t leave any room for doubt, or Mitte wouldn’t admit to anything. Stronger, he said, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
MITTE
Unfortunately, for as hapless as he could come across, Kristoff was really the brains behind the partnership. Mitte wasn't surprised when he figured it out so fast, and she tried not to react, but she could feel her face heating up.
She couldn't say nothing. That was as good as admitting it anyway, and Kristoff sounded too adamant to be distracted. Mitte closed her eyes for a moment and heaved a soft sigh before looking at him over the top of the laptop, "...You don't have to tell me I'm being ridiculous. I already know." She glanced again at the minibar, and wondered what he was thinking.
Alright, so the reason they'd never talked about what happened at the last hotel was because Mitte had never brought it up, and she knew that, but Kristoff… He'd never shown that kind of interest in her. Before or since. And even if he had, they both knew what a terrible idea it was. Messy and dangerous and easy to take advantage of. "You were doing your job. I just… didn't like hearing it. Or seeing it. I should've gotten you out of there quieter, I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again." It was stupid and dangerous and he'd have every right to decide to work with someone who wasn't going to cause that kind of fuss. Still, selfishly, Mitte wished he wouldn't.
KRISTOFF
He looked at her for a long moment, watching Mitte as she looked everywhere but him. His gaze didn’t shift, and though he was listening to her it took him a second to actually register what it was she was saying. She hadn’t come out and said yes, but she wasn’t saying no — Mitte was stubborn enough that Kristoff knew she would never come out and say it outright so this was probably as good as it was going to get.
It won’t happen again. Why did she think he would be upset about it? She had to know how he felt about her. It wasn’t like he could hide it, though he tried his best to. His opinion most of the time was that Mitte was the smarter of the two of them but right now?
He should just nod and say okay and let it go. They had a mission to complete, intel to gather. They knew their mark was in Shanghai but Shanghai was a big place, and they needed to try and narrow that down.
He didn’t do that, though. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and took Mitte’s face in his hands, kissing her like it might be the last chance he got. More like making up for lost time, he supposed. How much could they have been doing this since the last mission they’d gone on?
He pulled away after a moment, one hand falling to her waist. He didn’t go too far, keeping her close as he looked down at her. “You’re an idiot.”
MITTE
She wanted to kick herself. Or jump out the window. Or run across the room and put her hand over Kristoff’s mouth before he could say anything that made this worse, tell him to just forget she’d even talked. How long would they be able to keep it up this time? If Mitte shut this down before it started and they returned to their own homes and their own lives with her uncertainty creating a rift all over again, would they find their way back to each-other a second time? The truth was, Mitte was pretty uninterested in life without Kristoff, and she’d take whatever he wanted to offer her. It might not be easy, but she’d be able to keep the jealousy under wraps, even if the feeling of it had settled in her gut like a lead weight.. She’d do practically anything to keep him.
But then he was grabbing her and kissing her and kissing him back was easy. Like breathing. Mitte made a small noise of surprise, and all the tension she’d been carrying since before they even left for Shanghai melted off her shoulders. Her hands crept up Kristoff’s abs until her palms could settle on his chest, and she resisted the urge to twist the material of his shirt in her fists until it could be ripped off.
For a moment after he pulled away, Mitte stared up at him with no clue what they were supposed to do next. They’d crossed this line before and they knew how it ended. But then her brain caught up to what he’d said, and she huffed. “I’m the idiot? Tch, it took you all the way to Shanghai to figure out what the issue was!” Nevermind that it had taken her just as long to name it. “And, may I point out, a smart man wouldn’t have called me an idiot right after kissing me, if he was hoping he’d get to do it again.” Though, she barely made a move to get out of Kristoff’s grip, only gently pushing her hands against his chest.
KRISTOFF
“It was a calculated risk,” he argued with a grin, leaning down to kiss her again, a little softer this time but just as heated, the same desperation behind it. He knew she would let him— because she had been jealous. Because she didn’t want anyone else flirting with him, because she wanted him. The thought alone was enough to make him giddy. “You’re the idiot because I’ve liked you since— I don’t even know since when. And I suck at hiding it.”
He did. He was obvious, at least he thought he was. Blushing when she touched him and finding excuses to be with her and a million other little things that gave away just how obsessed with her he was. He dropped his other hand to her waist, both hands sliding round to the small of her back so he could pull her closer again, even with her hands on his chest, pushing back a little. “We could listen to the room recording,” he said, looking down at her. “Or we could make up for lost time?”
MITTE
He kissed her again and Mitte didn’t move or protest, all but melting against him. She’d never had a lot of friends. Mitte’s temperament wasn’t exactly easy to handle, and she was picky to boot. Kristoff was the only person in her life who she had let stick around for so long. So when Kristoff said they were best friends, well, she took that and ran with it. She didn’t care if other people said they were too close, or they did things best friends didn’t do- Kristoff was the one she trusted, and he’d never kicked up a fuss that they were doing this or that wrong. But apparently he’d liked her for who knew how long, so of course he wouldn’t have an issue with that stuff! Stuff Mitte had never had an issue with either, admittedly. All the touching and the secrets between just them and how boring it was to do anything at all if they weren’t doing it together.
Her blood hummed with satisfaction at having him so close, and really, her possessiveness wasn’t new. Whenever Kristoff worked well with another agent she managed to find at least some small and silly thing wrong with them, so that she could point it out to him, and maybe he wouldn’t work with them again. This of course was all under the guise of looking out for him, but maybe… Yeah, it was possible she’d been jealous this whole time.
“Okay.” Mitte said softly, conceding to perhaps the only person she was happy to lose an argument against, her arms sliding further and up around his shoulders, bringing him closer. “Your poker face is better than you think. But…I’m the idiot.” And then they were kissing again, Mitte popping up on her tiptoes to be closer, to press their bodies together better, as her hands carded through Kristoff’s hair.
KRISTOFF
He didn’t think it was just her, for the record. He was pretty stupid too. It had taken him a very long flight to figure out what was going on and even then he hadn’t been too sure of himself. But he was too busy kissing her to really think about telling her that — in fact, as her fingers ran through his hair he stopped thinking about anything, everything falling away except for Mitte’s hands and the heat of her body, pressing up against his own.
He reached down, hands slipping over the swell of her ass to grip the backs of her thighs, pulling her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He thought that was going to be easier than trying to stumble backwards towards the bed. He twisted, stepped towards it until he could lay her down onto it, kissing over her jaw and her neck as he shifted to hover over her.
“Is this okay?” He asked, pausing once again to look at her. Wanting to be sure, before they took things too far, and did something else they couldn’t talk about in the morning.
MITTE
He liked her. He liked her, and he was kissing her, and Mitte’s head was spinning with ‘what if this’ ‘what if that’ scenarios. Things she didn’t want to think about right now– things that could wait. The present felt far more urgent than any of that, especially as Kristoff was scooping her up, and she was so familiar with the calluses of his palms she could practically feel them through her jeans.
The pent up frustration that had driven their last encounter- at least, it had driven Mitte and she’d thought they were on the same page at the time, but now she was curious to know from Kristoff’s perspective- was missing, replaced with a desperation that felt more real. She’d barely registered they were going anywhere until the plush mattress was against her back, all her limbs tangled around Kristoff’s body, head tipping to the side to offer him more of her neck.
Is this okay. Mitte turned her head back to look at him, already a bit out of breath. She could say no. It would be a lie, but she could say it and Kristoff would stop and they could get back to work and this might never happen again. Maybe that was what should’ve happened last time. Once was an accident. Twice was a decision. “Actually, no.” Mitte’s brows furrowed, but the rest of her face couldn’t stay so composed, a smile already stealing her mouth as she gripped at the material of his shirt where it bunched a little around his shoulders, “this thing is really throwing me off. It’s gotta go.”
KRISTOFF
For a second his brow creased, a small frown appearing. Of course if she meant it, if she didn’t want to do this that was fine, he would understand. They had to work together, and if this was going to complicate things, or it was going to ruin their friendship… he didn't want to make things difficult. Even though it felt easy — as easy as breathing, with Mitte.
But then she was tugging at his shirt and Kristoff rolled his eyes, breaking into a grin. He leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, feeling already like he’d gone too long without it before he sat back until he was kneeling, pulling his shirt up and over his head and away to one side. “This better?” He asked, eyebrows arched. He didn’t move back to lean over her, looking down at her instead, committing the sight of her beneath him to memory just in case.
MITTE
She was cackling at Kristoff’s response until he silenced her with his mouth, and her hands came up to cup his face for just a brief moment- a thankyou, for his sweetness, or for taking her seriously- before he was pulling away to take off the t-shirt. God, the things she’d thought about doing to those abs. Seriously, how did she miss it? How many people get distracted fantasising about their best friends’ abs? “Much better.” Mitte’s smile was satisfied as she reached out, though her arms weren’t quite long enough to touch him where he’d settled, so she surged up to kiss him again, her hands skating down his chest and over his abs.
“I didn’t tell the waitress to spill the drinks on you, too.” She thought Kristoff might like her candidness, so she made the confession between little kisses peppered along his jaw, her arms circling his waist to map the muscles of his back. “I only told her to get Eliza. I think you looked better when the suit was wet, though.” Maybe that was just Mitte; she liked her men a bit dishevelled.
KRISTOFF
He was glad when she rose up to meet him, kissing her hard enough to take his breath away when she pulled back. His stomach twitched under her touch, muscles tensing for a second before he relaxed, pushing her hair over her shoulder.
“Yeah, I figured,” he murmured, bringing her close for another kiss, one hand on her neck, the other at the hem of her shirt, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers. He had figured both that she hadn’t meant for it to happen and that she had preferred it — she hadn’t been able to look at him, after all. He kissed her again, slipping his hand fully under her shirt, skirting over the soft skin of her stomach to the small of her back.
MITTE
Kristoff was so reactive. It was unsurprising, because he always was, and yeah, she'd missed it. How? She spotted liars for a living!
It was at this point Mitte remembered the bra she was wearing. Nothing wrong with it, yknow, definitely clean. But she'd been in work mode, so it was also definitely function over style, plain white, boring. Obviously the same had been true last time, and Kristoff would not care less. Still, it was a shame she wasn't wearing something sexier. Maybe next time.
(Next time?)
Mitte nipped at his bottom lip, "got me all figured out now, huh?" She hummed against Kristoff’s mouth, pushing gently on his shoulders so she could shift to straddle his lap. She leaned back enough to tug off her top and toss it away, then pressed into him again to kiss down his neck.
KRISTOFF
He wished that was the truth. Mitte was the type that seemed all mysterious and aloof but she wasn’t, not really, not in the way everyone assumed she was. No, Mitte was a mystery in other ways. The intricacies of her heart were still something Kristoff couldn’t quite figure out, only chipping away at the first little bit of them today, and he’d needed a long haul flight and a taxi ride through Shanghai to get there. He didn’t have Mitte figured out at all.
“Trying to,” He replied, muffled against the newly exposed skin of her collarbone. He sucked a mark into the skin there, not one that would last for too long, fading by morning, probably, but long enough for him to feel proud of his work. He pressed a kiss over it, tilting his head up to catch her lips again, hands skirting over her ribs to grip onto her hips.
MITTE
A soft moan escaped when he sucked at her skin, and for a moment Mitte thought of their training together, the smug look that would flash across Kristoff's face whenever he managed to leave a mark. She muffled a small laugh in his neck, then he was kissing her again and it stopped being funny, her hips rocking into his as he grabbed her.
"I gave you the clues already.." Mitte reminded him, her fingers trailing lightly down his stomach they hit the waistband of his jeans, "or did you think I'd somehow done research into how she liked to be flirted with?"
KRISTOFF
Okay, Kristoff hadn’t actually thought of it that way.
At the time he was just working under the assumption that Mitte was being a good friend, and giving him the tools he needed to get the job done. Plus, he’d been so nervous he wouldn’t have even realised if she’d spelled it out for him. He wished he could say it was because he was focused on the job, but… no. Definitely nerves.
Now he tried to think about what she’d told him, and he tilted his head, eyes roaming over her slowly. When he spoke he did his best not to sound too strangled (difficult, with her hand in the waistband of his jeans), keeping his voice low and firm, that Sexy Pissed Off Cop voice — and yeah, he knew she called it that. Angela in Tech had told him once. “And here I thought you were just helping out a friend.”
MITTE
This wasn’t like last time. For Mitte, at least, it had been like scratching an itch. A way to deal with all her energy while they were stuck in that hotel room. What had it been for Kristoff? Had he been into her already back then, or did it start that night? She supposed it didn’t really matter, since they seemed to be on the same wavelength now.
A little thrill chased down her spine when Kristoff dropped his voice, and Mitte found herself sitting up a bit straighter. Nothing called her to attention faster than that tone. Obviously most of the time when he used it there was an interrogation or the like going on, but now it was directed at her… Well, hopefully Kristoff would only use the power for good. “I was helping.” she promised, her face projecting a picture of perfect innocence, like she wasn’t toying with the button of his jeans.
“I didn’t realise I’d hate hearing it until you’d already started flirting.” Mitte pouted and shook her head, “I don’t know how you do it, listen to me sweet talk targets all the time. You’ve never bribed a waitress to spill drinks on me.”
KRISTOFF
Yeah alright so he couldn’t keep it up for long, the way she sat to attention making him smile against her skin, nose skimming her collarbone as his head dipped lower, kisses pressed over the curve of her breast. He huffed softly, trying to look as unamused as he could when he was met with her best innocent act, though that didn’t last long either. Couldn’t, not with her hands skirting around the waistband of his jeans.
He didn’t really know what to say to that, though. He would be a liar if he said it didn’t affect him. The slight pang of jealousy that he had for so long mistook for protectiveness, curdling in his stomach whilst some creep ran a hand over Mitte’s thigh or leaned in a little too close. He shifted to run his hands over her hips, dipping his head again. “You get used to it.” He said finally, his right hand lingering at her waist whilst the left ran up the length of her body, fingers skirting up and over her ribs to cup her breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple through the thin fabric. “Probably ruined that now, though. Maybe next time I’ll bribe the maitre d’ to pull the fire alarm.”
MITTE
She was quite quickly becoming frustrated with how many clothes they both had on. Maybe it was her fault– she was always the leader when they did something reckless, Kristoff was probably letting her set the pace. Especially in this arena where he’d been waiting, she didn’t know how long, for her feelings to catch up with his. Had their feelings caught up? Mitte- she hadn’t really had time to think about hers too much, except to realise that they existed. Though he’d probably been denying them as much as he could, Kristoff must have a better idea of just how deep his feelings ran. All Mitte could say for sure right now was that she wanted more.
As much as she loathed the idea of getting used to seeing him in these situations- and she did very much, giving a displeased huff as he voiced it- she knew Kristoff was right. They were going to have to get used to a lot. Seeing him get hurt– god, it had always been awful, but now? Mitte didn’t even want to think about it, actually, certainly not right now. Her body arched into the touch of his hand, head falling back as she hummed in pleasure. “Fuck, I’d like to see that.” She said, her voice a breathless laugh, picturing Kristoff all wound up over someone putting their hands on her. Mitte slid her hands up into his hair and got real close, until their mouths were almost touching, a coy smirk on her lips. “I bet it would be hot.” And then she kissed him, leaning back and pulling Kristoff with her until she’d collapsed back against the mattress, him hovering over her, so she could finally get at the zipper of his jeans properly and start pushing them down. “Off.” She demanded against his mouth when she’d moved them as far as she could reach, taking her hands off Kristoff long enough to start removing her own jeans.
KRISTOFF
He went easily, more than happy to situate himself over her, too busy kissing her to even notice the change in position at first. He wasn’t going to argue — he shifted only so that he could get his jeans off and throw them blindly onto the floor, crumpled in a heap somewhere, probably. He wasn’t really thinking about that either, too focused on getting back to Mitte so he could help to wrangle her jeans down her legs, tossing them to one side as well once they were out the way.
He settled again between her thighs, running his hands over the soft skin of them, up and over until he came to a stop at her hips, thumbs rubbing over the fabric of her panties. “It would be stupid,” he informed her in the same low voice, leaning down to kiss her again, slow and deep. He pulled back, kissing across her jaw, down her neck, a trail of kisses and gentle nips until his lips met the same material that his thumbs were still toying with. “We’d get in trouble.” He added, speaking the words into her skin.
MITTE
They were going to have to play catch up in the morning, and Mitte didn’t care one bit. She hoped none of her contacts got back to her and Mr Goodfellow was the most impossible to find man in the world, so they had plenty of excuses to stay cooped up in a hotel in Shanghai, far away from their boss and their real lives. The two things that would put the biggest strain on this. Whatever this was. But of course, they were too good at their jobs, and they’d probably find the bloke by tomorrow afternoon.
So, Mitte was just going to have to soak all this in right now, and it was easy to focus up, especially when Kristoff dropped his voice again. A shiver ran through her whole body when he spoke and Mitte opened her mouth, intent on saying something cheeky, but he stole her mouth first and her want to antagonise him crumbled under the intensity of their kiss.
As he made his way down her body the only sounds Mitte managed to make were those of pleasure, soft little moans and catches of breath. Eventually though, her voice did come back. “Are you trying to discourage me?” She asked, voice a touch strangled, as one of her hands found its way into Kristoff’s hair again, "you know how I feel about trouble…" Her hips shifted of their own accord, impatient for whatever he had in mind to do next, “wouldn’t you like to see me punished?” Mitte pushed up onto her elbows to look down at him, one brow arched.
KRISTOFF
Yeah, he had expected exactly that reaction from her. He hid a smile in the skin of her stomach, looking up at her when she sat up a little. He could go for the innocent act, he supposed — he was good at playing dumb, usually because he was, in fact, pretty dumb — but it was so much more fun to see the way she reacted to that voice. It was meant to be gruff, intimidating. It was gruff and intimidating. She just liked that, he supposed.
“Sure,” he answered, shifting up a little so that he wasn’t resting on his elbows, hooking his fingers under the fabric of her panties so he could begin to tug them down her legs and out the way. “If I can do the punishing.”
Now that might have been his best performance yet— he didn’t even know where it had come from. Mildly embarrassed, mostly rolling with it, he kept his eyes down, hands running over the inside of her thighs until he could run his thumb along her slit, just brushing over her clit. “And anyways, I’d get in trouble too.”
Mitte
Yeah, Mitte did like gruff and intimidating. Kinda funny that she had ended up as one of the good guys, honestly. It was Kristoff that made all the difference. One of the only constants in her life, and one of the good guys through and through. Mitte’s moral compass had a polarity problem, Kristoff was the magnet that brought her back to true north every time she strayed.
Hey, she didn’t need real bad guys if he could put on the voice and make her feel like she was melting into a puddle on their hotel bed. Mitte lifted her hips a little to help him with her underwear, her eyes going wide at what he said. Oh, yes please. She stared down at him, all hunger and anticipation, but her head lolled back when he finally touched her, pleasure shooting up her spine.
"If this is how you punish me I'm gonna do something bad every day." Mitte moaned, one of her hands already twisted in the sheets. "Fine." Though she would have enjoyed him being jealous enough to cause a scene, she never liked getting Kristoff in trouble. "No more bribing waitstaff." She sighed, trying to wriggle closer to his teasing hands.
KRISTOFF
This was so different to last time. Last time had been a flurry of clothes flying off, hands and mouths everywhere, no time for talking cause they were far too preoccupied— this was different. More intimate somehow, and Kristoff wanted to draw it out. He wanted to take his time. The way she moaned, her white knuckle grip on the sheets. He wanted to drink all of it in and commit it to memory, just in case.
He stifled a laugh against the inside of her thigh, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles over her clit, wanting to take his time but desperate to hear her make those sounds again. “I don’t think you mean that.” He said, if only because he knew her — Mitte had a habit of getting herself into trouble.
Deciding he had no more argument to make, he shifted, bringing his mouth down to replace his thumb, humming softly at the taste of her.
MITTE
He was so pretty. Mitte was staring down at Kristoff between her legs, his mouth pressed into her thigh, his blond hair falling into his eyes… And thought he was so pretty. She'd noticed before, obviously, but in this context it made something in the pit of her stomach feel funny. When had this happened? When had how she cared about him become this, and with such ease she hadn't even realised?
She was going to protest- to be surely or seductive, something about being a good girl, that might have tripped him up, but as she was watching him Kristoff dipped his head and the only noise Mitte managed to make was a strangled gasp.
"Kristoff." She moaned, needy and soft as she fell back into the mattress fully again, writhing and rocking her hips up into the pleasure of his mouth. One of Mitte’s hands slid down her body to tangle in his hair and she pulled gently, gauging how he'd like the encouragement.
KRISTOFF
The way she said his name was one thing, the kind of her voice making heat pool in his stomach, but he groaned as her hand slipped into his hair. The grip on her hips tightened just a little, not wanting to hold on too hard but wanting her to know that yeah, she could do more of that. Maybe things were a little less slapdash than they had been last time but that didn’t mean they had to be gentle, either. Not as far as he was concerned, anyways.
He lapped at her clit, tongue stroking small circles around it before he shifted a little, dipping his tongue inside of her just enough to properly taste her, humming low in his throat when he did. He didn’t linger, though, moving his mouth back to her clit so he could slip a finger inside of her instead, looking up so he could watch her as he did his best to make her moan like that again.
MITTE
Oh yeah, Kristoff liked that. Good to know that it hadn’t been an anomaly that first time. (Something that crossed her mind far more often than it should: the way he’d scooped Mitte up and slammed her back against the wall, like he just couldn’t contain himself.) Mitte’s fingers slid against his scalp and she pulled more firmly at his hair.
Her toes curled as Kristoff pushed a finger inside her, and Mitte tried to be conscious of keeping her noise to a reasonable level, but they’d just have to hope that a classy joint like this had decent soundproofing. “More more more.” She asked- pleaded, maybe, perhaps whined- her hips grinding into his hand and mouth.
While he teased, Mitte reached around her back with her free hand to unclasp her bra finally, letting go of Kristoff’s hair only long enough to pull the straps off both arms and toss it to the side.
KRISTOFF
As nice as it was to hear her asking for it, he wasn’t going to make her beg. He slid a second finger inside of her alongside the first, crooking them just a little so he could find the spot that would make her forget all about how well soundproofed the room may or may not be. He couldn’t have cared less, really — if anything, it was good for their cover story.
He looked up again when her hand slid from his hair, already missing the feeling of her nails scratching across his scalp. He was easily distracted, though, his gaze following her bra as it was tossed across the room. Somehow, in his haste to get to where he was now, he had forgotten all about it. Stupid of him, really. Next time (because there would be a next time, there had to be, he was sure of it), he wouldn’t be so careless.
Especially not now, knowing what he had been missing. The urge to shift, to kiss his way back up her body until he could run his tongue over her breasts, take the sensitive flesh of her nipple into his mouth and roll his tongue over it just to see her reaction was kind of overwhelming. He did pull back just a little, though, when he saw the light glinting off the jewellery there. “Are those—“ he was a little breathless, and just a little bit at a loss for words, hair falling into his eyes. The rhythm of his fingers slowed but didn’t stop, pressing into her almost leisurely. “Yknow those piercings have gotta be a safety hazard.”
MITTE
She didn’t have the focus needed to stop the sharp, open mouthed cry of pleasure that Kristoff teased out of her so easily with his fingers, her hips bucking up into the sensation, chasing the feeling that was starting to make the muscles of her thighs shake. God, if he kept this up she’d be a boneless mess before they even fucked.
Since getting them, she had experienced a range of reactions to the nipple piercings. Kristoff, out to break the mould as always, was the first person to call them a safety hazard.
Mitte managed to gather enough of her wits to huff, hauling herself back up onto her elbows. “If you can’t find something better to do with your mouth than talk about my tits being a safety hazard, I’m putting my clothes back on.” Mitte warned, though the threat was lacking any bite, breathless and wanton as she still was, her hips still rocking into Kristoff’s fingers, all the more maddening for the pace he had slowed to. She cocks a brow at him, a challenge. “Be normal, and tell me they’re sexy, or shut up.” It’s a facade which lasts all of a few seconds before the push of his hand has her head rolling back again.
KRISTOFF
He knew that was an empty threat; there was no way she was putting her clothes back on, and no way he would let her do it anyhow. Alright, so he hasn’t really meant for that to be his only comment — but excuse him for having his brain short circuit when he learned about the piercings. Had she always had those? Surely not, cause he would’ve noticed, so when—?
His brain was still sparking out trying to comprehend it all so in the finish he gave up, focusing instead on the way her hips rolled into his hand, movements synchronising.
“They’re sexy,” he informed her, because it was true, they were sexy, enough to hold his attention completely for a few seconds longer before his mouth found its way between her legs again.
MITTE
Now, she was rarely happy to admit defeat, but in this one instance, Mitte gladly conceded to Kristoff. His mouth, his hands, the way he gave her what she wanted. He could win every day of the week if this was her consolation prize. She gave up on the idea of coherent sentences, the warmth that had started to stir in her gut way back when Kristoff had kissed her bubbling all the way up until it was boiling, making her whole body arch and twist in whatever direction brought the most pleasure. Mitte’s hand reached down into his hair again, pulling and desperate as sensations built, her moans reaching a crescendo as she came undone, going very still for just a moment before collapsing back into the mattress, all but boneless and satisfied and panting.
Well, satisfied? Maybe not the right word. Sated temporarily, perhaps. Certainly not finished. The rush of adrenaline made her hands a little shaky, but Mitte pulled at Kristoff’s hair again with what strength she could gather, trying to drag him back up. “C’mere.” She said softly, a bit dazed and blinking up at the ceiling. “Kiss me.”
KRISTOFF
The hand in his hair and the feeling of her clenching around him, coming undone around his fingers and under his tongue was almost too much. Another thing to try and commit to memory, though; he watched her as she fell apart and then waited for to come back again, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs until he felt the tug on his hair.
He didn’t need to be told twice — he shifted up onto his knees so that he could hover over her, shelter her in with one hand by her head and the other skirting over the soft skin of her ribs. He was already hard and aching with wanting her but when he kissed her it was slow, deep, deliberately taking his time.
MITTE
She had a renewed appreciation for Kristoff’s ability to follow orders so well. Sometimes it was kind of a buzzkill, but she might never complain about it again after tonight. (Or if she did, he’d have to remind her how much she really liked it.)
Mitte’s hands splayed out on his chest as they kissed, then slid around to his back, where her nails scratched lightly up and down. She hummed her pleasure against his mouth as the kiss slowed for both of them to take a breath, and smiled up at Kristoff, something soft and dreamy that became far cheekier as she spoke. “Can you guess what I want you to do to me next?” She asked, trying to pull him down more firmly on top of her while her hips arched up to grind against his, the hard length of him such a tease against her oversensitive skin that it made Mitte whimper. Her hands roamed down to his boxers, to start pushing them down.
KRISTOFF
The scratch of her nails over his skin made him shiver, the muscles of his back twitching, shifting under his skin. It was enough for him to catch his breath every now and again, pulling away for just a second before he would find himself being pulled back in again, drawn towards her, her lips. He kissed her slowly, almost lazily, as if they had all the time in the world.
They didn’t, of course, but the mission was the last thing on his mind right now. He gave a soft, strangled sounding moan when she rolled her hips up against his, letting her pull him close, firmer as he hovered over her. He knew exactly what she was wanting, and though he didn’t bat her hands away from the waistband of his boxers he didn’t help her either, nipping at her jawline instead. “I’ve got an idea,” he admitted, “but I’d still like it if you told me.”
MITTE
He kissed her and he kissed her and he kissed her and Mitte felt almost dizzy off of it. What would happen in the morning? She didn’t think she’d want to slip quietly out of bed to get dressed and start on their day’s work like last time. She didn’t think Kristoff would let her, either. Not after what had been admitted tonight. Her jealousy, his long held fondness. At least, he’d admitted it, and Mitte had danced around her own emotions as close to the words as she’d been able to get.
Kristoff’s desire to draw things out clearly extended beyond his kisses. Mitte made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, already so thoroughly wound up and writhing. Maybe she had drawn things out long enough, herself. “I was jealous of her.” She said, all of it coming out in one rush of breath, one hand sliding all the way up to Kristoff’s chin to angle his face up to look at her, the smile she wore expectant, “and I want you to fuck me.”
KRISTOFF
He liked the little frustrated sound that she made, grinning against her skin as he found a new spot to sink his teeth into. He knew he wouldn’t let it, he wouldn’t let this be the last time this happened, not after he had admitted to Mitte how he felt about it, but just in case it was the last time, he wanted to hear her say it. Another thing to commit to memory, just to be on the safe side.
He went easily when she tilted his chin, his eyes finding that gentle smile and softening. He looked at her for a moment, just a few seconds though it felt like longer, before he leaned down to kiss her again, deep and slow. “Okay,” Was all he said, because it was all he could really manage, shifting backwards until he could pull his boxers off and throw them to one side, taking his hard cock in hand with a low hum.
MITTE
He was her person. That was what came to mind as Kristoff looked up at her. If that was selfish or possessive or over dramatic Mitte didn’t really care, because it was the truth, and they both spent so much of their time dealing in lies. No room for those here, with Kristoff finally shedding the last layer between them.
Mitte stared across at him, her gaze hungry. “Okay?” She repeated, shaking her head as she hauled herself up to reach for him, her arms winding around his neck, “if I didn’t have hard proof I’d be starting to think you weren’t too enthusiastic about the idea.” Mitte was smiling all coy as she shifted back onto the mattress, pulling Kristoff down with her again. It was a good thing she didn’t really want him to be good with other women.
She kissed him, and in the brief gaps where their mouths parted, “actually- wait.” Mitte put her hands on his chest to push gently, rolling them over ‘till Kristoff’s back hit the mattress softly and she could straddle him. “Perfect.” That was a nice view, for sure, Kristoff with his pretty blonde hair framing his face so nicely, his whole focus on her. She sat up after trailing a few more kisses down his neck, her hands bracing on his chest so she could sink down slowly onto his cock, her head rolling back as she did. When their hips were flush again Mitte was still for a moment before starting to move, nails digging into his skin.
KRISTOFF
He wanted to say something funny about actions and how they speak larger than words, or maybe something about reading between the lines or maybe just anything at all that would make it seem like he wasn’t totally at a loss for words. The truth of it was, though, that Mitte was looking at him with those big, soft eyes, and for a second the desperate ache in his groin was secondary to the ache in his chest, his ribs feeling too tight against the beating of his heart.
He didn’t say anything in the end, only rolled his eyes and smiled like he couldn’t believe her bullshit and then, when she pulled him closer, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His lips found the pulse point there, thrumming over his tongue, about to suck another mark into her pale skin when she pushed back.
Kristoff frowned, momentarily confused at why she was pushing back and not pulling closer but he went anyways, letting her manoeuvre them. As soon as he was on his back his hands found her waist, one reaching up higher, taking her breast in his hand and squeezing momentarily before he gave a soft, strangled sound. The feeling of her, warm, tight, and wet around him was enough for him to see stars for a moment. “Fuck, Mitte—“ he groaned, breath catching as she rolled her hips.
MITTE
It seemed impossible that she would have forgotten how good he felt, considering how often it had crossed her mind since the first time this happened, but memory really didn’t have the same impact. If Mitte ever really believed that just knowing what this felt like would be enough, being so desperate for him all over again- maybe moreso, even if it wasn’t quite as frantic- sure killed that delusion. She wanted to do this over and over until she knew every contented sound, every muscle twitch, everything about Kristoff in these moments, as well as she knew him in every other.
“That’s more like it.” She panted when he spoke up again, every breath cut through with soft little whimpers. Mitte moved slowly at first to enjoy the sight of him underneath her, and study the ways pleasure washed over his features when she tipped her hips just so at a certain angle, let her nails bite into his skin a little harder, trailed her hands up and down her own body. After a while she shifted to lean more of her weight against her hands, palms flat against Kristoff’s chest again, so she could move faster. “Tell me-” Mitte said soft and breathless, leaning down enough to kiss him, interrupting herself because he looked too damn good, “tell me you get jealous. Tell me what you want.”
(Her, obviously, and if he was too pleasure drunk to say anything else it would do, but she wanted to hear whatever would tumble out of his mouth when he wasn’t thinking.)
KRISTOFF
For a second he didn’t say anything, caught off guard by the change of pace so much that it was all he could do to tip his head back against the cushions beneath him and groan, jaw slack. His hands gripped her hips, her sides, keeping her close to him as he kissed her back clumsily.
“Of course I— I’m always jealous.” He managed to get out, his voice sounding harsh and rasping even to his own ears. He couldn’t quite catch his breath, not with her nails digging into the skin of his chest and her walls clenching down around him as she ground her hips down against his. He wasn’t much of a talker, not really, but Mitte had a way of drawing it out of him.
“Want you,” he managed, reaching up so he could kiss her again, catching her mouth with his own. “Always you.”
MITTE
Whatever problems came of this, it was worth it. The sight of Kristoff underneath her right now, the feeling of his fingers digging into her hips and his cock throbbing inside her, god, she’d betray everyone and everything she knew for this. Well. Not for the sex alone. But for him, yes. Which was exactly why romances between spies were very much discouraged, but Mitte had never been a stickler for the rules, official or unspoken.
Always he said, and for once she wasn’t terrified of that, of the unending expanse of always laid out ahead of them. “You’ve got me.” Mitte promised against his mouth, breathless as she trailed more kisses down Kristoff’s neck to leave a mark of her own against his collarbone.
“Oh fuck, Kristoff, I’m…” Words were quickly abandoned as the steady rhythm of her hips started to stutter, and Mitte could do nothing but moan, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she came apart with a shudder. Her motions slowed while she caught her breath but she didn’t stop, pushing gently on Kristoff’s shoulders ‘till he was flat against the mattress again. She let her body melt into his and then she kissed him softly, hips still rocking as her hands slid into his hair.
KRISTOFF
He looked up at her, his gaze a little hazy, to be honest. Still, he saw the look on her face, the expression she wore. Mitte was an incredibly good liar — they had to be, both of them, in their profession — but he could see through it. He had always seen her for who she really was, and right now she was genuine. She meant it; he had her. She was his. A moan escaped him when he felt her lips against his collarbone, knowing somewhere in the bad of his mind that she’d left a mark there, that he was hers just as much as she was his.
He held her tightly as she tipped over the edge again, coming with a shudder, tightening around his cock in a way that had him seeing stars for a moment. He was so close, about to tell her so but she had come back to him, catching his lips in a kiss so that all he could do was let out a strangle groan. He pulled back just a little way, not far at all, really, feeling her breath against his cheek as he panted into her jaw. His hands found her hips, fingers pressing tight into her skin as he held her close to him. The scratch of her fingernails against her scalp, the incessant rhythm of her hips— he came with her name on his lips, panted into her skin, the feel of her around him, on top of him, the scent of her, the only things he was aware of.
His hands slipped from her hips as he came back to himself, sliding up her sides, over her arms, her neck, to cradle her face. He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, and pulled back to look at her. “You mean that.” It wasn’t a question. Just a statement; letting her know that he knew she meant it. “I’ve got you.”
MITTE
She was boneless and breathless and warm, one forearm pressed heavily into the mattress by Kristoff’s head, doing just enough to hold her up so she could look down at him, all of her muscles burning and her head spinning. It was akin to the feeling after a good sparring match. Only if it had been with Kristoff, of course. No one else had ever matched her quite so well.
It had been true for a long time, one of those things Mitte couldn’t dispute but had refused to acknowledge. He had her. She had said it without pausing to think, yes, but Mitte didn’t feel any less certain as the two of them finally stilled, sated. Kristoff had always been the one to inspire her most honest reactions, the waitress debacle was proof enough of that. The only concerns she had were centred around the agency, and what the reaction would be when this got out. Because it would, even if the two of them did everything in their power to keep a lid on it, and then what? Would they be split up? They did their best work together, neither of them would’ve even taken the job in the first place without the other.
Kristoff was kissing her again, and Mitte decided it wasn’t worth worrying about. “Who else could ever?” She pointed out softly, relieved her face would already be too beet red for any blush to show through. That too, was true, though it did make the enormity of this whole thing harder to ignore. There was nobody else. “I suppose I don’t have to ask what you intend to do with me.” Her mouth tipped up in one corner in a lazy smirk, and she dipped her head to press a kiss at the base of Kristoff’s throat, settling with her head against his chest.
KRISTOFF
He ran his fingertips over her side as she looked down at him, feeling the racing over her heart as his hand brushed over her ribs. He smiled softly, maybe just a little bit smug. Who else could ever, she said, and maybe he had known it all along but it really was nice to hear her say it out loud.
When she settled against him he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her just a little bit closer. He kissed the top of her head, settling back so that his gaze was tipped up at the ceiling. It would be complicated. The agency would throw a fit, probably. They’d have to fight to go on missions together. But they could make it work; he was sure of that, at least.
“I have a few ideas,” he admitted, smiling to himself, since she couldn’t see it. “We should probably stop the bad guy first, though. Then at least we can say we’re still capable of doing our jobs.”
MITTE
Bad guy. Right. They had a bad guy to catch, so they were gonna have to do that before they could do this again. Ugh. “Work sucks.” Mitte mumbled into his chest. Were they crazy for doing this? Were they crazy for not doing it sooner? Sometimes, these things really did have to hit you like a grand piano falling out of the sky in a cartoon. A glimpse of how she would feel if he chose someone else.
“But you’re right.” She sighed, “that’s the first line in the book they’ll throw at us, so if we can handle this quickly it’ll be harder to stop us.” She frowned against Kristoff’s skin, her hands curling a bit tighter around him. “Not that they won’t keep trying.” Mitte wondered what the play was here, if they should out themselves immediately upon return or try to keep things under wraps until it inevitably spilled out. The latter afforded them the chance to sneak around which was fun, but the likelihood of a punishment- and not the sexy kind Kristoff had already claimed an interest in- was high.
Mitte just… Didn’t want the outside world muscling in on whatever this was before they’d even had a chance to settle into it. But she supposed that was the sensible way to go about things, the proper way. Everyone would figure them out no matter what they did of course, and then it would begin, the comments and questions and bothersome nudges that Mitte truly hated. “...What are we gonna do?” She asked softly, not sure he’d have an answer but searching for something anyway, about more than the next couple of days.
KRISTOFF
Kristoff took a deep breath, casting his gaze to the ceiling for a moment as he thought, his thumb brushing backwards and forwards over Mitte’s skin gently. Of course the agency would hate it – they would never let the two of them work together again. There weren’t very many couples at the agency, mostly because it was a stupid, terrible idea. And Kristoff knew that it was; getting involved with your partner was the best way to make sure that you would eventually slip up, get emotional, give the enemy some leverage over you. And yet, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
“We review the audio you got from Goodfellow’s room,” He said, knowing it wasn’t what she meant. Still, in terms of next steps, that was what they had to do. “Figure out where exactly he is – he must have some kind of meeting set up out here. We intercept, we take him in. And we keep this,” He looked down at her, kissing the top of her head again. “To ourselves. Just for now. Everyone thinks we act like an old married couple anyways,” He added, smiling ruefully. “They probably won’t know anything’s different. We’ll tell them eventually, just… on our terms.”
MITTE
It was strange, how not strange this was. Even last time, when the frenzy had ended and the two of them had stayed tangled together, and Kristoff had been overthinking it so hard that Mitte had practically seen the steam coming out of his ears, she had not for a moment felt uncomfortable in his arms. Every soft brush of his hand now just helped work out the lingering tension in her muscles, and she could feel her eyelids starting to droop.
“They’re going to have a field day when we eventually tell them…” Mitte sighed, leaning up enough to kiss him again, because there probably wouldn’t be a lot of time to do so tomorrow. Her thumb brushed gently across Kristoff’s cheek as she looked down at him, trying not to picture the teasing. It only meant she’d suffer twice, and she knew he’d be right by her side when it did all eventually have to come out. For Kristoff, she’d endure it. Hopefully without killing anyone. “We should get some sleep.” She said, pouting and surly, shifting some of her weight off Kristoff to snuggle into his side. “Promise I’ll still be in bed when you wake up this time.” Mitte pulled the duvet up around them, and gave him another last kiss, and then another for good measure. “Goodnight.” She murmured against his skin, tucking in real close before closing her eyes and finally letting sleep take her.
KRISTOFF
Yeah, they would have a field day, and it wasn’t just teasing and jokes that he was worried about. Kristoff and Mitte always worked together, and they were some of the best. If anyone could begin to doubt them they were going to do it, try to throw a spanner in the works to get the two of them stuck in an office or chasing petting criminals rather than taking the big jobs. The two of them had worked too hard to get to where they were for that to happen, which was part of the reason why Kristoff wanted to wait. So that they could make sure this was done on their own terms, to prove that it wasn’t going to change anything. They were a team, same as they always had been, just… even more so, now.
He smiled softly at the promise she gave him. He didn’t doubt her, either. He held her close, listening to her breathing go slow and even before he let sleep pull him under as well – they were going to need an early start in the morning.
#( t; the spy who loved me 2 )#swynsmut#mistoff#another addition to the mcu#the mistoff cinematic universe#also the fact that we didnt rlly do anything like this this valentines ig means that swynlake did this just to fuck w them specifically#also i like to give kristoff just the tiniest amount of rizz in these aus#so that he wakes up feeling inadequate
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thanks loads for the quick response, you were so lovely!! 🌸 as i said i’m just starting to educate myself so i don’t want to get things wrong or support someone who doesn’t deserve it. for example, Eliza.. like im still confused about this other topic bc i’m not interested enough, my heart already belongs to Alycia and i mean Alycia only, so… that’s what i’m focusing on. okay so basically that’s what i thought, the “could’ve handled it better” was about her not actually handling it at all, in a way, which i like to believe has nothing to do with her “hating” lexa (it’s something i keep reading online and idk where it comes from) or her fans. Bad advices and likely her trying to save Jason’s a** lead her to shut the discourse. but if this makes sense for the first weeks/months following lexa’s death, what i don’t understand is why she did seem annoyed when fans brought up lexa to conventions etc. but if she hated the fans and/or lexa, i can’t possibly believe she would’ve ever accepted to come back to the show for the finale. she came back bc she cared (about lexa, i mean SHE played her for gods sake, it must be hella important for her as well!!) and knew it was important for the fans, i guess. I’m almost scared to talk about this as i know Eliza’s fans are mad about it and especially Eliza/b0b supporters (i’ve seen enough on Twitter dear lord) but if what some people say is true, that he asked Jason to fire her bc he was jealous of her success, then maybe HIM being fired was also one of the reasons she willingly came back? like don’t get me wrong, i’m sure a big fat paycheck played a huge part too 😅 but trying to add more pieces to the puzzle here, as i really know like 40% of what happened behind the scenes with Jason and all when lexa was killed off, so again, i’m sorry if this always ends up being super long but i’m trying to do my homework here 📋🖊️ (and you genuinely are super kind btw which i’m super grateful for 😭)
I have never opened my mouth about the E and B topic because I am not about to open that can of worms or invite their fans to fight me here. I was a huge E fan and just a week before all the shit came out i was talking to a friend about how i wish clarke and her got the same love Lexa and Alycia do... that came back to bite me in the ass real quick 😅 you guys know how much i love Clarke but damn was it impossible for a bit there for me to be able to watch clexa and clarke scenes again and be able to seperate e from Clarke. We clearly got there tho 😌
In a way, I can understand why she was a little annoyed at cons. Alycia never went to a con with the main intent of talking about Lexa, she was on FTWD, she was probably very excited about it and was sent there to talk about it and yet every question she got was about a character that st that point she had not played in maybe a year if you account for the time between filming and the episodes coming out. And its probably nerve wracking to have a room full of people who care so deeply for a character and that are part of a community that is marginalized and her having to say the right thing. Not to meantion like most actors sometimes the line betwwen Lexa the character and Alycia the actor got a little blurred and i get the sense Alycia is the type of actor who wants a clear separation between herself and the character. Maybe wrongly so she tried to distance herself from Lexa not because she hates the fans but because it was what she and others around her felt was right for her career having just started on a new show.
We know B was most likely fired but I doubt that he was the reason why Alycia left. I truly think Jrot believe he was doing something with Lexa's death and that he was telling a epic story, i really think any other story of B wanting her gone and what is now know its false about her not being able to do both shows (AMC was ready to let her continue on the show, i wish i could link you a source to this) - making Alycia agreeing with Jason probably just PR trying to not cause a drift. Alycia (and Jason) kind of alluded to the fact that there had been chances for Lexa to come back before but that Alycia didn't feel comfortable with it and I do think that shows that she respected the fans and didn't want to be used as a prop to make fans to watch the show again. Her being in the finale was a surprise (well, not to me and many others because it felt like there had been hints being dropped for a good while). While i dont doubt the nice pay check wasnt an incentive Alycias entire message for the shows finale felt very sincere to me and very clearly dedicated to the fans. Blorke/B/E fans (well, B fans, lets be real here they only care for her because shes with him, they used to call her names before that) think that just because Alycia is both rather private and doesnt try to take fans money left and right that she hates her fans and hates Lexa. I just think that Alycia didnt really speak up when it was the time for it for whatever reason - i dont think it was out of malicious intent but i do think she should have said more - and talking about it now would just come across as trying to stir something up unless it was directly asked of her to talk about it. Id like to think she has proven herself an ally and a decent person where i dont think she has to talk about Lexa for me to consider her "forgiven" for not speaking up back then.
No need to say sorry, i totally get trying to understand what the fuck happened in this fandom of ours 😅 i just hope im saying things accurately because i have been here since mid 2015 so some things really get blurry around the edges. There used to be master posts or something im sure that explained things because this was a whole thing that last through most of 2016.
☺️ i might not remember or know how to answer everything but if you have any more questions about the fandoms history and if i can help and respond, feel free to ask me! :)
#letter opened#god it has been a wild ass ride sjdbdjd#what is it about this show that made people foam at the mouth the way they did christ sjsjd
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More “pretty puppy” thoughts. What would Yoongi’s preference for mc’s clothes and underwear/lingerie be? Does he let her dress how she wants or subtly manipulate her to dress how he likes? By gifting/buying her clothes maybe hm. I imagine he prefers cute, innocent looks. Maybe with cute animal designs on them. Animal onesies! Would he ever let her wear a short skirt outside? I imagine not? But maybe she wants to do a date where they wear matching school uniforms. (I imagine he wouldn’t want to but would do it for mc if she whined and used her puppy eyes cutely enough lol) Maybe she has a cute reason like wanting to pretend like they’re high schoolers on a date. And they’d hang out like high schoolers at cheap restaurants/street food stalls, arcades, and a Photo Booth etc. omg. Pretend that Yoongi doesn’t get recognized on the street or he’s wearing a black face mask. I like the Korean rental ones. (Omg there’s so many cute variations! Please Google and scroll a lil. I like the one I sent bc of the pink socks. I imagine it’d look better with a navy coat maybe idk. Yoongi could buy her anything but there’s kind of some charm to a rental imo) And all this stemmed from this thought. How would he act if other guys start staring at her bc of the outfit/skirt? Would he try to cover her? Lead her away? Maybe confront them? All this to imagine some jealous Yoongi. And for them to have sex (jealous sex!) in these outfits. Sorry lol brain is on overdrive today
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ooo idk if he’d be into like sexy sexy lingerie, i think he’d like the appeal of cotton panties with the little bows on them, maybe even mismatched underwear
i think once he makes her quit her job he’d start buying her clothes and that’s how he kinda changes her wardrobe up a bit, maybe slowly throwing out all her older “adult” clothes that are too rough and uncomfortable. i think his first priority is comfort especially if she’s just lounging around his studio all day
ooo cutesy, innocent clothes definitely, another thought maybe he buys matching collars so she can coordinate depending on the outfit he picks out for her in the morning
animal onesies would be so cute 😭 i think he’d definitely get cat and bunny ones, another filthy idea but what if he makes her suck him off while wearing a bunny onesie and uses the ears to hold her down on his cock
uuuh idk about short skirts actually, i think maybe it would be a transitional thing. like maybe when they first start out he doesn’t really like the idea of her walking around with them on but i think maybe once he realizes that she only has eyes for him, he wouldn’t mind so much, especially during the summer because maybe she complains that shorts get too uncomfortable sometimes so he just puts up with the skirts
the uniforms!!! you know he would say no at first. maybe she gets all teary eyed, complaining that it would be cute and that he was too mean and he’d just crumble on the spot and agree
i looked on pinterest and there were a lot of navy sweater vest uniforms, which i think are more for the summer/ spring, i saw a cute black one as well. i know you can rent uniforms at lotte world so maybe they go there one time as well
omg roleplay?
maybe she says she wanted to date in high school but no one ever liked her so she wants to pretend yoongi is her high school first love and he just can’t say no to that, i imagine the m/c to be very dramatic, but i also see yoongi being too soft to say no
him letting her win all the 1v1 games in the arcade, or winning tickets so he can get her a prize, or spending an hour at the claw machine because she saw a plushie she liked the look of and he’s determined to win it (maybe she goes to the bathroom and he pays one of the workers a shit ton of money to just get it out of the machine before she gets back)
i think she’d have to physically drag him into a photo booth but i also think he’d pin the photos up by his computer in the studio so he can look at it every day and maybe he gets a little shy because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen himself smile as big as he does when he’s with her
okay story time but i have to share this because to this day i vividly remember this but i think yoongi would do the something similar-ish maybe not as extreme if he were to find literally any other man looking at her in a skirt— and you need the full context because if i had to suffer so do you now, i’ve waited years to share my pain with someone
i was out with my parents for dinner and i was so excited because it’s so hard to find decent middle eastern restaurants here, but we found a really good one and i thought nothing could ruin my meal. i turn to the left and deadass this guy and his girlfriend walked past us, and he had his hand shoved up her skirt from behind, mind you i must have been like 16 and i was so confused why he was fingering her on this busy street while i was trying to eat my kibbeh
so i think yoongi would do the same and make a show of it. i think he would just shove his hand under her skirt, making sure that any man who tried to challenge him knew that she was his. and of course our m/c is the horniest being on the planet, so yoongi skimming his hands over her butt was definitely an invitation for her to drag him into the bathroom and get railed over the sink until her pussy is all soiled and she has to clench her legs for the rest of the night to make sure none of his cum dribbles out of her, and maybe it does. and maybe those same men see it. and maybe yoongi has a very smug smile on his face after that
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