#but jesus christ do not drink these on an empty stomach
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i'm just manic enough rn on my sparkling energy drink to show you guys all of my beanies
#i'm vibrating like a funny little mcdonald's toy#it was a#strawberry guava sparkling energy drink#i like them a lot#but jesus christ do not drink these on an empty stomach#i feel like i'm going to see god
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We'll burn the sky | part eleven
Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut, angst, mentions of substance abuse, mentions of death, mentions of cheating, mentions of reader smoking cigarettes
Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Steve Harrington x fem!reader | past Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
Summary: Corroded Coffin plays at the hideout again, friends, family and.. enemies show up
Word count: 8k+
@mysticmunson thank you for your amazing ideas as always, bestie🥺
Series masterlist
inspo for the outfit reader was wearing
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Eddie’s words and actions kept you up all night. His touch lingered, you could still feel his lips on your neck as your mind repeated his words.
I’m yours, I’m all yours, I’ve been yours right from the start, you have my heart, sweetheart. You’re all I want.
You stared at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face as you searched for the dishonesty in his eyes, only to find none. He was saying the truth, he wasn’t lying, he never lied about his feelings for you.
Despite the things he said to you before, despite the girl that he kept a secret from you for months, you believed him. You finally realized that he never pretended, you were never just a placeholder, he never used you for the band. Right then, he let you see inside his mind, all his walls crumbled and he let you see everything.
And all you saw was a broken man who found love and comfort in you.
Yes, now you know that he never lied but now you are all the more scared. You already found out what it feels like to lose him, what it feels like to live without him, what it feels like to get your heart broken by Eddie Munson
What if you will truly lose him someday?
What if he will leave you?
What if he will find someone better?
What if he will get sick of you and abandon you the way everyone else did?
All these what if’s run through your mind but the one that truly matters doesn’t.
What if he stays?
-
The hideout is bustling, loud music is playing in the crowded bar, laughter and loud voices are heard from every corner in the bar. Eddie looks around in awe. A look of pride is lingering on his face.
Despite performing on big stages, in front of even larger crowds, in front of thousands of people, he can’t help but feel more excited than ever. This is where it all started. No longer is the place filled with emptiness, the place is filled with people, ones that came here just for the band. A lot of them, he doesn’t even recognize.
But he finds the five drunks, still claiming their usual table, just like they did two years ago. He talked to them earlier, all of them giving Eddie pats on the back and telling him how proud they all are.
He smiles to himself.
Wayne is sitting at the bar with Steve and Robin, all three of them are seemingly in a deep conversation as they wait for their drinks.
The teens are here too, sitting around a round table, he eyes Lucas who is the most excited one out of them. He chuckles to himself, knowing that he is only excited to see you.
After setting everything up on the stage, Eddie walks to the small backstage room to get you. He raises his fist to knock on the door but it opens just before he can do so.
He freezes and his jaw drops. You look good, you always do but tonight, you look insanely good.
“Jesus H Christ,” he mumbles to himself.
He lowers his hand and takes a step back, letting his eyes rake over your body. His cheek flush red and his eyes darken as he eyes your outfit, your exposed skin, your cleavage, your beautiful face, your hair that you no doubt spend the last hour on.
His stomach flutters and suddenly he feels very hot.
He whispers your name in shock.
You blush at the way he is staring at you. Crossing your arms over your chest, he suddenly groans, eyes widening as he stares at your boobs in the little top that is laced together in the middle, exposing your skin and covering your boobs just enough.
“Like what you see, Eddie?” you ask teasingly.
He just nods, still staring at all the leather covering your skin.
“Y-You look so fuck… so hot,” he stutters.
You can’t even help but chuckle. That’s the first thing he has said to you after last night, after he went inside before telling you, that he is willing to wait for you.
You wish you could go back to the way things used to be but you can’t, the pain is still so fresh and all your fears have caught up to you ever since the night you found out about her.
You can’t be vulnerable with him, at least not yet.
But maybe you can go back to the beginning.
“Thanks,” you smirk, “Steve helped me pick out this outfit.”
His eyes flash with jealousy and he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes.
“You should’ve seen all the other outfits he made me try on, just for him.”
He furrows his brows as his awestruck stare turns into an icy one.
“He also made me try on lingerie but that wasn’t very appropriate for the stage,” you shrug.
“Stop that,” he mutters angrily.
You raise your brows, smirking at him, “why?”
“You know why.”
You shake your head, jutting your lip out as you pretend to think, “no, I don’t.”
He looks hot. He ditched the leather jacket he was wearing earlier, left in a muscle shirt that shows off his toned arms and tattoos. He is wearing dark pants with his trusted belt with the handcuffs. The rings you love so much and the highlight of his outfit tonight; the bandana around his head.
You take a step towards him, giving him an innocent smile, “you look nice,” you whisper, running your hand down his arm, “I love the bandana, Eddie.”
He looks a little speechless, as though he doesn’t understand why you are talking to him like this, why you are touching him and acting the way you used to before it all went to shit.
The way you look at him and the way you touch him, reminds him of the way you used to do when you just met but something about you seems different now, perhaps it’s the intensity of your feelings or the pain you have gone through ever since then.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispers.
You nod, giving him a small smile.
“You ready for the show?”
“So ready,” he sighs with a smile on his face, “wanna go out together?” he asks, holding his hand out for you.
You look down at it, heart fluttering in your chest.
You always go out hand in hand, it shouldn’t be anything new and yet something about it feels different. Perhaps it’s because you are in his hometown, about to perform in front of his friends and family and he isn’t hiding you or your relationship.
You look back into his eyes, seeing the softness in them, it somehow makes your heart ache.
You place your hand in his and he smiles at you. You expect him to lead you to the stage but instead he raises your hand, “give me a twirl, sweetheart,” he grins.
“Really?” you snort, knowing that he only wants to see what the back of your outfit looks like.
He nods.
Shaking your head, you chuckle and give him a twirl, the groan that leaves his lips gives you satisfaction.
His eyes almost bulge out of his skull when he looks at the way your ass looks in those tight leather pants, “holy fuck.”
The sound of your giggle fills him with warmth. He never thought he would get to hear it again, at least not directed at him.
He can’t explain the sudden change of your behavior towards him, yesterday you still gave him the cold shoulder, side glances and huffs of annoyance, today, things seem different. Perhaps, you finally decided to give him a second chance, maybe you believe him now, hopefully you do.
Holding your hand makes him happy, though he can still feel the tension in your body and see the distance in your eyes. You don’t trust him and maybe you never will but he is happy to at least have you like this. He will take the teasing over the cold shoulder any day.
When you walk out onto the stage, he intertwines his fingers with yours and gives your hand a squeeze.
You smile at Gareth and Jeff, you haven’t seen them since your arrival in Hawkins, you can’t believe it but you missed them.
You look up at Eddie, watching the way his eyes glow with happiness and excitement as the people cheer for him, for the band. He waves at some people he recognizes from school, ones that didn’t give him a hard time.
He looks at Wayne, a proud smile lingers on his face as he claps for his nephew.
He looks at his friends, eying every single one of them with a big smile on his face.
Eddie couldn’t be more blessed to have such amazing people in his life. His uncle and his friends always supported him, they were always there, they were the ones to encourage him to live his dream, they were the ones who had faith in him and then you came along and you made his dream so much bigger.
Despite the pain he caused you, you look up at him with a soft smile on your face, pride and love in your eyes, for a second you push it all away, the pain, the heartbreak, the sadness. You look at him. You see the emotions in his eyes, the gratitude. You are happy for him.
You know that Eddie had a hard time growing up here. This town caused him so much pain and suffering. People treated him poorly, his father abandoned him, childhood friends turned on him, kids at school bullied him, his girlfriend broke his heart and stomped all over it.
The man that stands in front of you is still a broken child on the inside and you can see it behind all the happiness in his eyes.
You let go of his hand, taking a step back from him, you reach for the microphone.
Eddie gives you a puzzled look but you don’t look at him, looking at the crowd instead as you wait for them to quiet down.
“I love you, y/n!” Lucas yells and you can’t even help but laugh, especially when Max hits his chest with a laugh. You form a heart with your fingers at him, laughing again when he places his hand over his heart.
Eddie chuckles at him, shaking his head. He is happy to see you getting along with his friends.
“Hello Hawkins,” you finally speak into the microphone, “thank you for giving me such a warm welcome but first, let’s give the guys some love, let’s give the stars of Hawkins a round of applause!” you say as you look at your bandmates with a grin on your face, clapping for them.
Gareth gets up from behind his drums and starts clapping for himself, giving the audience a cocky grin before he blows you a playful kiss. Johnny chuckles at his friend, shaking his head as he looks at the audience.
Jeff rolls his eyes at his friend, unable to fight the smile off his face though. He looks at the large crowd, this has been the fullest the place has ever been. Corroded Coffin never had much of an audience except for the five drunks who are cheering for them like crazy now. Jeff waves at them, grinning.
“These guys are one of the best people I know. I'm glad you all found each other and created the best band in the world. Eddie,” you pause as you turn back to him.
His gaze softens as he looks into your eyes. His heart begins to race as you bring all the attention to him.
“I hope you can see how loved you are,” you say, gesturing to the audience, to his friends and his uncle, “you are the most talented person I know, the best performer in the world. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream. Now, let’s give it up for Eddie Munson, my favorite rockstar.”
Eddie can’t even hear all the cheering, the applause and his friends cheering his name. His heart is thumping and the biggest smile is resting on his face as he looks at you, watching the way you clap for him too as you smile at him.
He can’t even help himself, walking towards you, he grabs you, swooping you off your feet, he holds you tightly, he hears your squeal even over the cheers that just got even louder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly, enjoying the moment you have been craving for so long.
Both of you close your eyes for a moment, hearts racing and fluttering but feeling whole again as you finally hold each other again.
He smells your perfume as your hair falls in his face.
“Thank you,” he whispers into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Go Eddie!”
You both laugh at Lucas’s cheer.
Eddie squeezes your waist as he places you back on your feet again, giving you a smile, he steps back and reaches for his microphone.
“Thank you, guys,” he says as he looks into the audience, “we can’t start before welcoming my girl, my favorite rockstar, y/n was the one who made our band whole, she was the one who made our songs even better, the one who made it all better. Let’s give it up for the best rockstar of all time!”
You blush at his words, watching the way he claps for you with the people. Smiling at him, you watch him get his guitar.
While Eddie got to see your walls fall for a moment and he finally met your sweet and soft side again, he didn’t expect it to be over just as quickly as it came. The moment you started performing, you let the devil out.
You were never shy on stage and you never had a problem being affectionate with him but today, you are different, so much more affectionate, intense and intimate. What may look like a normal performance to the audience, looks so much more intimate to Eddie.
Your lust filled gazes, the mischievous looks in your eyes as you press yourself against him or run your fingers down his chest drives him crazy and it doesn’t even stop at that.
As if he doesn’t already have a hard time controlling himself and his feelings, you end up getting on your knees, right in front of him. You lean back and arch your back, running your hand down your chest as you are singing your lungs out.
Eddie’s eyes widen, he clenches his jaw as he stares at your body. You look sinful.
Your hair is tousled, your skin is glowing, a satisfied look crosses your face as you rake your eyes down his body, winking at him before you move onto your knees, reaching your hand out to one of the girls in front of the stage, who takes it right away, eyes lighting up as she stares at you in awe.
Eddie swallows harshly, fingers strumming the guitar as he leans forward to sing his part. He cannot tear his eyes away from you though, lingering on your ass now. God, the things he would do to you.
He is grateful for his guitar, otherwise everyone would notice the tent in his black jeans. The thought of having to perform three more songs, seems like a torture to him and it truly ends up being torture.
Your teasing never stopped, if anything you kept taking things further and further.
He is enjoying himself but he does wonder what brought it on.
When you raise your brows at him and tilt your head towards the entrance, he follows your eyes and finds her, Chrissy. Her arms are crossed and she stares at you with a scowl on her face, angry eyes flashing whenever you look her way.
She is jealous of you, not because he loves you, not because he wants you but because you get the attention that she used to get. Chrissy never loved Eddie and thinking back to it, she knows they should have been nothing more than friends, perhaps things could have been better that way but it’s no use to ponder over what could’ve been.
She doesn’t hate you but she hates that you were the reason for him to turn his back on her. Her anger only sparks when she looks at Jason who stands next to her with a smirk on his face as he eyes you with a hungry gaze in his eyes, the one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie either as he finds him staring you down like some hungry animal.
Eddie’s possessiveness gets the best of him and he ends up pulling you into his chest, leaning his forehead against yours as he grabs your microphone to sing with you. You smirk at him, licking your lips as his hand slides down to your lower back.
You are his and he is yours and he wants everyone to know.
-
After the concert, you and Eddie get pulled away by his and your new friends, they are still cheering you on, gushing about your performance. You smile as you watch Eddie being pulled into a hug by Dustin and his uncle.
Wayne gives you a hug, patting your shoulder as he compliments your voice. Your heart warms at his words and the smile he gives you. You feel grateful for his kindness and you are very happy for Eddie to have someone as amazing as Wayne in his life.
“Thank you so much,” you smile at him, “you must be so proud of Eddie.”
He nods, “I am,” he chuckles as he glances at his nephew, “boy was always a troublemaker but I knew he was special.”
“Yeah,” you smile, “he is very special.”
The smile on Wayne’s face grows even bigger when he sees the way your eyes soften as you watch Eddie.
“Hey Wayne, come here,” Eddie calls for him, “I gotta tell you something.”
“Yeah, it’s super important,” Dustin chuckles.
Wayne grabs his beer, excusing himself with a smile before he turns to Eddie.
“Hey Rockstar,” Robin speaks into your ear as she comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, she pulls you back into her, “can I take you out on a date? Your performance did something to me.”
You giggle at her words, turning to look at her with a smirk on your face, “sure, where are you taking me?”
“My place,” she winks, flashing her pearly whites at you.
You raise your brows at her, giggling, “let’s go,” you purr jokingly as you reach for her hand.
“Whoa whoa,” Steve gasps as he interrupts your playful flirting, “why are you stealing her from me, Robin? Let me enjoy the groupie life for as long as I can,” he jokes, rolling his eyes.
“Sorry, Stevie,” you pout, “I found my new groupie.”
He clutches his heart, “ouch,” he mumbles, “and here I thought we had something special.”
You slap his arm, laughing, “shut up.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lucas and Max walking towards you. You turn towards them, smiling at the teens. Before stopping in front of you, Lucas already throws his hands up, eyes flashing with excitement, “you were so amazing!” he exclaims before he grabs Max’s hand again.
“Yeah, you were so freaking cool,” Max smiles, “and I love your outfit, you look badass!”
“You two are so sweet,” you say, smiling at the both of them, “thank you so much, guys.”
Not only did you meet Steve and Robin, who quickly became some of your closest friends, you also met these two, their excitement whenever they see you makes you happy. Meeting them and the rest of the teens was one of your favorite parts about being coming to Hawkins, Eddie wasn’t lying when he told you about how amazing they all are.
“You guys should totally come to LA when we’re back there,” you smile.
“Oh my god,” Lucas mumbles, “we would love to, right?” he asks, grinning at Max.
Her eyes widen, “duh, of course we would love to come to LA.”
“Yeah, I would love that too,” Steve says, “but I still think that you should hire me as your stylist.”
Max and Robin laugh at his words, “you?”
You chuckle at the offended look on his face when he watches them eye him up and down, “uh yes, me,” he rolls his eyes, “who did you think went shopping with her?” he says, pointing to your outfit.
“Yeah, Steve actually gives some pretty good fashion advice.”
“Thank you,” he nods at you with a smile on his face.
You turn around when you feel someone staring at you. He is standing by the pool table, a cocky look on his face as he eyes you up and down, next to him no other than Chrissy causing your smile to fall.
You know who he is; Jason Carver. Blue eyes, blond hair, the mean look in his eyes and the expensive clothes are enough to give away his identity but then again, there must be ten Jason Carver’s in this town. Still, he stands out in the crowd, well, him and Chrissy stand out with their bright and fancy clothes, the disgusted looks on each of their faces as they look at the people around them.
A sudden surge of anger runs through you, he is the one who made Eddie’s life a living hell, both of them.
Your anger only intensifies when your eyes fall on Eddie, who is talking to a girl now. A bright smile is on his face, eyes flashing as he nods at whatever she is saying.
Your heart drops, a weird feeling settles in your chest as you eye them.
She is beautiful, short dark waves frame her face perfectly, her tanned skin looks soft under the dim light, she has tattoos on her right arm, ones that Eddie is touching now.
Oh god, what is that feeling in your chest and in your stomach?
He leans closer to her and it’s almost enough for you to leave, not wanting to see this. It was bad enough to find out about Chrissy, to see her kiss him, to see them hold hands but somehow this is worse.
Suddenly, his eyes meet yours, a surprised look takes over his face when he sees you staring at him with a sour expression. He winks at you, he fucking winks at you before he goes back to the conversation.
What the fuck?
She raises her hand towards his face, touching his curls. Irritation and anger bubbles inside of you and you can’t even stop the curse word from falling. You want nothing more than to rip her hands off of him and drag him away.
But he is letting her touch him and he even finds enjoyment in it, especially when his eyes find yours.
Eddie has never done anything like this before. Sure he talked to his fans, girls that wanted to be his groupies so bad but Eddie never showed interest in them like that, he never even let them get too close, the conversations were polite, about the band or other interests he might share with them and that’s all. He never gave you a reason to feel jealous, you couldn’t even feel true jealousy when it came to Chrissy but right now, you have that ugly feeling in your chest and it makes you realize that you don’t want to see him with another girl.
You down the drink that Steve ordered for you a while ago before you walk away from him and Robin, ignoring their confused glances as you walk towards Eddie. You push past a few people, giving them polite smiles.
“No, it looks good but I still think that you should cut your hair.” You hear her say, you want to roll your eyes and scoff.
Eddie’s eyes fall on you, his eyes light up.
“I think his hair looks amazing like this,” you swoop in, stopping next to Eddie, you look at her with a smile on your face.
Her eyes widen as they lock with yours, her lips part in surprise and she blinks for a few seconds before she opens her mouth to speak, “o-oh my god, hi,” she stutters, “I’m such a big fan, y-you’re amazing and you look amazing,” she says as she takes a step back to look at you, “I’m Tara.”
“Thanks,” you say, giving her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes and that’s something that Eddie notices right away, he also notices the anger in your eyes and the jealousy.
The girl doesn’t notice anything though, her eyes are wide, staring at you in shock as though she didn’t just see you singing on stage.
Her giddiness would have been cute if you weren’t so distracted by the awful feelings inside of you.
“Tara was just telling me that my hair would look better if it was shorter,” Eddie says, looking down at you with a smirk.
You are jealous and that is something that fills him with excitement, not because he wants you to feel that way, you absolutely have no reason to feel that way but because this proves to him that you still want him, that you still have feelings for him, that you don’t want to see him with someone else because he belongs with you.
You shake your head, stepping closer to Eddie, “no, I love your hair like this.”
He notices the aggression behind your voice, the possessiveness in your eyes. It makes him crave you even more, it makes him want to kiss you right here, in front of all these people so he can show you that he only wants you, that he is all yours.
Eddie notices the way Tara is staring at you and it makes the situation all the more amusing.
He continues his conversation with her, fighting the smug look on his face, especially when you keep glaring daggers into him. You can hear your thoughts, you are mad, downright pissed, especially when she reaches out to touch his arm again.
“I always wanted to get a bat tattoo.”
“Oh, you should totally get one, it would look cool on you.”
You squint your eyes and Eddie almost bursts into laughter. Your jealousy is something so unnecessary but it gives him hope.
You still want him.
And he would be lying to himself if he said that your possessiveness isn’t hot, especially when you finally have enough and drag him away from the girl after coming up with some lame excuse. Eddie can’t even contain the smile on his face. Your hand is holding onto his as you pull him into the backstage room, not wasting a second to slam him against the wall after closing the door.
He almost moans at your action, especially when you press yourself against him.
“What the hell was that, Eddie?”
“What was what?” he smirks.
The angry pout on your face makes you look both cute and sexy.
“Why were you flirting with her?”
“I wasn’t–”
“I thought you said that you’re mine, that you belong to me,” you mumble, tilting your head as you look up at him with a frown on your face.
He stares into your eyes and at your lips, “but you said that you don’t want me anymore,” he mumbles.
You blink, sighing, you lean even closer to him.
“You are mine, Eddie.”
The hopeful and longing feeling has never been stronger than in this moment, especially when you stand on your tippy toes, brushing his long curls back, you latch your lips onto his neck the way he did to you the night at the roller rink.
His eyes flutter closed and a sigh leaves his lips, butterflies going crazy in his stomach as you begin to kiss his neck. His hands fall to your waist, grabbing you tightly and pulling you flush against him.
Out of all the things that he expected to happen tonight, this isn’t what he expected but god, does he love it.
“I didn’t like the way she was touching you,” you mumble against his skin.
He can’t even help but smirk, you are so clueless.
He moans when you find his sweet spot, kissing and sucking on his skin, you mark him up, wanting to show everyone who he belongs to and he will wear those marks proudly. He enjoys himself and the things you say to him as you continue to kiss him.
So long he has gone without your touch. Sleepless nights and restless days haunted him ever since the night he lost you. He has been thinking of you day and night, craving your touch and longing to feel you in his arms, to feel your lips on his skin, to feel your love.
He whimpers your name and you almost grow weak in the knees at the sound.
“Baby,” he whispers, running his hands up and down your back now, a smug smile making it’s way on his face, “as much as I love this, you gotta know something.”
“What?” you mumble as you pull away to face him.
“She was more into you than me,” he smirks, hands gripping your waist tighter so you don’t walk away.
He watches the way your brows furrow and he chuckles, “she’s like super gay, sweetheart.”
Your puffy lips part and realization flashes in your eyes, “oh,” you whisper as you start blushing, suddenly drawing back as you grow embarrassed and annoyed, “why didn’t you tell me?” you mumble angrily, slapping his arm lightly.
He bursts into laughter.
Rolling your eyes, you push his hands off of you, suddenly feeling like escaping the situation but Eddie has different plans, he grabs your hand and pulls you back, this time he slams you against the wall though, pinning both wrists against the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He leans down, copying your actions, he moves your hair back and latches his lips onto your neck, kissing the spots above the hickey he gave you.
“Eddie–”
“You know, I’m flattered,” he whispers as he kisses down your neck until his lips are right beneath your collarbone, sucking on your skin, he leaves more visible hickeys, “I’m glad to know that you still want me.”
You whimper at his touches, throwing your head back against the wall, you let him touch you and kiss you again, even though everything in you screams at you to push him away.
The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine as he runs his hands down your back, you mewl at the feeling of his hands squeezing your ass.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I’ve seen your ass in these pants,” he groans against your skin, “you’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
He shoves his leg between your thighs, pressing it against your center.
“Eddie,” you moan, “s-stop.”
“I’m yours, you already know that, sweetheart,” he whispers, “but I hope you know that you are mine, you’re not Steve’s or anyone else’s, you’re mine.”
“Am I?” you ask, whimpering when you feel him against your stomach.
“Mhmm, you are mine,” he says, pulling away from your chest, he stares at the marks he left behind in satisfaction before he faces you again, smirking at the lust filled eyes. Wrapping his hand around your throat, he stares at your lips. The urge to kiss you is so bad but he doesn’t, he leans in though, staring at your eyes and the way they widen when he gets closer to you. He hears the hitch in your breath and the way you tense up slightly.
His lips touch the corner of your mouth, placing an ever soft kiss there.
“I know you still want me.”
You look into his eyes. To someone else, he would look smug and arrogant and yes, he does but there is also softness in his eyes and hope.
“I know you miss me.”
Yes, you do.
“I miss you,” he whispers, “I miss being with you, I miss having you in my arms, I miss kissing you,” he says as he places another kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I miss hearing those pretty sounds you make when I touch you.”
No, no, no….
His words and his touches make you feel dizzy, you want to throw yourself at him, you want to kiss him, you want him to take you.
You can’t even help but stare at his lips and lean in a little. You want him so bad, you want him to kiss you until you're breathless, you miss him, you miss the feeling of him too.
Just as you’re about to say ‘fuck it’ and smash your lips against his, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he pulls away, letting go of you and taking a few steps back, a smirk appearing on his face when he sees the irritated and confused look on your face.
“But you wanted me to stay away from you, so I’ll do that.”
Is he serious?
“If you want me to stay, just say so.”
But of course you won’t tell him to stay, not only are you confused and irritated, you are also really stubborn.
Rolling your eyes, you scoff, shoulders slumping as you lean back against the wall.
Eddie chuckles, “you know where to find me,” he says before leaving the room, slamming the door shut and leaving you standing there.
He walks back into the crowded room, the smug look still lingering on his face. He finds Steve and Robin hanging out with Jeff and Gareth, he orders himself a drink before he joins them, all of them in the middle of a heated conversation about what Christmas movie is the best. Eddie doesn’t listen to them though, instead he keeps his eyes on the door in the dark hallway, waiting for you to come out of the room and when you do, he is not met with the expression he expected.
You look annoyed and frustrated as you push past a few people, coat in your hand as you make your way towards the entrance, you left your handbag behind but he can see the pack of cigarettes in your hand. He follows you with his eyes, chuckling when you turn around to look at him, your brattiness comes out when you roll your eyes at him again.
He drinks his beer, waving at you, he laughs when he sees you mumbling something under your breath before you walk out.
Placing the bottle on the table, he gets up to follow you but before he can even take a step towards the door, Wayne calls his name, waving him over to his friends, “come here, boy.”
Steve raises his head to look at Eddie, watching him leave when his eyes fall on Chrissy who rushes out of the bar, moments after you.
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The fresh air cools you down a little. The cold kissing your warm cheeks. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before you place the cigarette between your lips, a stupid habit you developed over the past few months. You don’t always smoke and probably go through only one or two packs a month.
Rummaging through your pocket, you look for the lighter, groaning in annoyance when you find none, you don’t pay mind to the door closing or the footsteps on the snowy ground, too busy hoping to find your trusted lighter in the other pocket.
“Hey.”
You freeze, the sound of her voice causing you to tense up. Taking the cigarette between your thumb and forefinger, you pull it away and turn to face her.
“Chrissy..”
Her brows are raised, a false smile on her face as she looks you up and down.
“Can I help you?”
She shrugs, smiling at you as her eyes meet yours.
She looks sweet, she sounds sweet, her smile is pretty, overall she looks like a pretty and kind girl but you can see right through her, though you can see how she was able to fool Eddie.
“I just wanna warn you.”
You can’t even help but chuckle at her words, at the faked concern in her eyes.
“Oh, about what?”
“About Eddie,” she says, taking a step towards you, “he is not who you think he is. You know, sweet and loyal– but you know that already, I mean, he cheated on me with you so..”
You frown at her words, wanting to defend him but you opt to hear her out first, curious about the things she has to say.
“Eddie may seem like a good guy–”
“He is a good guy,” you say, interrupting her.
She huffs a little but the polite look on her face remains.
“Is he? He cheated and he lied to both of us.”
Your eyes dart away from her, a sigh leaving your lips as you cross your arms over your chest.
“How long has he kept me a secret, y/n?” she asks, walking even closer to you, “all this time, right?”
Your clenched jaw and the annoyed look in your eyes gives her the answer that she’s waiting for.
“He never told you anything about me because he knew that you wouldn’t want him if he did,” she shrugs, “he used you.”
“Did he?” you ask, eyes meeting her’s again.
She nods, “yeah, I mean why else would he want you to join the band?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, dropping your arms, you smile at her, “you tell me, he was your boyfriend.”
She squints her eyes and tilts her head.
“He knew who you were, he knew who your dad was. I mean, did you really believe him when he told you that he didn’t know you? His uncle loves your dad’s music and as far as I remember, you were in magazines before you even joined the band, so do you really think that Eddie hasn’t seen you before?”
Her words cut deep but you don’t show it, the amused smile on your face irritates her and you can see it as the nice girl facade begins to crumble.
You swallow harshly, blinking as you stare into her cold eyes. You would be lying if you said that her words didn’t make your stomach drop a little.
She is getting under your skin and she knows it.
“Eddie called me after he met you, he told me how he hit the ‘jackpot’,” she chuckles in satisfaction, “he knew that he would finally get what he always wanted with you by his side.”
When Steve told you about her, he didn’t leave out her special ability to lie and yet, you easily believe her, not because you would ever trust her but because those things lingered in the back of your mind ever since that night in Cincinnati.
“And look, he did get it all. The album, the fame, the tour, the money and that’s all thanks to you. He needed you. I mean thanks to you, he isn’t some useless freak anymore.”
Your breathing quickens, heart racing in your chest as you stare at her.
“You are pretty, y/n,” she smiles, “and your dad is– I’m sorry, was famous, that’s why people like you so much, that’s why he likes you so much but Eddie rarely ever sticks to one girl as you can tell. He will grow sick of you and once that happens, he will run the way he always does.”
‘Don’t believe her, believe him’ you tell yourself, you know what she is trying to do. She is trying to manipulate her, the way she manipulated him before.
You push the pain away, the insecurities and the doubt.
You think about the things Steve told you about Chrissy, about Eddie and her, about their relationship. How she lied to him, how she treated him, how she cheated and manipulated him all these years.
Anger rushes through you, she sabotaged her own relationship and now she is trying to sabotage you and Eddie.
“You know what, Chrissy?”
She tilts her head, giving you another one of her sweet smiles.
Neither of you notice the person walking out of the bar, both too focused on each other.
“Eddie is the sweetest person I know, the best person I’ve ever met and yeah, what he did wasn’t right and I won’t excuse that but he should’ve left your sorry ass a long time ago. You never deserved him. He is way too good for you, he was always way too good for you. You used him, you manipulated him, you treated him like shit and cheated on him and now you’re standing here in front of me and have the nerve to act like the victim? You’re an awful person, Chrissy. If you would’ve treated him right, he would’ve never done this to you, he wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t lie and he certainly wouldn’t cheat. This is all on you, ” you say angrily, shaking your head at her, “You’re a fucking idiot, Chrissy.”
Her lips part and she stares at you in both shock and anger.
“I’m an idiot?” she scoffs, pointing to herself.
“Yeah,” you nod, “I know he gave everything he could, his love, his heart, I mean he wrote songs for you, you don’t just write them about anyone, he loved you and you broke his heart.”
You search for the guilt and the regret in her eyes and maybe there is some, somewhere behind all the anger.
“He was always happy with me.”
You can’t even stop the laugh from escaping. Shaking your head, you look behind her, finally noticing Steve, who looks between the two of you with a concerned look on his face.
“Oh, is that so?” you ask, looking back at her, “then why did he leave?”
Your words irritate her and you can see it clearly, it only makes you want to throw more fuel into the fire.
“If he was so happy with you, why did he run away from you?”
She frowns and crosses her arms, huffing as she looks away.
“If he was so happy with you, then why was he so desperate for me? Why did he feel the need to come crawling into my bed?”
She clenches her jaw, she is bouncing her leg, cheeks growing red from the anger.
“Chrissy?”
Three pairs of eyes land on the blond man as he steps out into the cold as well. He furrows his brows as he finds Steve standing by the door, he sizes him up before he turns to look at her, eyes moving between the two of you.
“Everything okay?” he mumbles, walking towards her.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her big eyes and pouty lips making her look vulnerable. She steps towards him, taking his hand.
You roll your eyes, scoffing at the innocent act of hers. Stepping away from her, you make your way towards Steve.
“Did you know that Eddie used to sell drugs?”
You halt in your tracks, eying Steve for a moment, he shakes his head at you, begging with his eyes to ignore her words but you still whirled back around.
Chrissy stares at you with a look in her eyes that you should probably be scared of.
You shrug, “yeah, so?”
“He also sold heroin and cocaine.”
Your mouth twists and shivers run down your spine, you know exactly where this is going.
“Did you know that he uses it too?” she asks, tilting her head, “go to his trailer right now, you’ll find some.”
No…
“He used to snort cocaine like every night.”
“Chrissy,” Steve warns.
“Do you really wanna be with someone like that? Someone like your dad?”
Your blood runs cold, you freeze and your eyes widen as you stare at her in confusion.
“You really loved your dad, didn’t you?” she asks, pouting, “it must have been so hard for you to find him dead on the bathroom floor with that disgusting needle sticking in his skin.”
All color drained out of your face the moment those words left her lips, angry tears well up in your eyes.
“That’s enough,” you hear Steve say as he walks towards you, he looks at you in concern, seeing the angry and pained look in your eyes, “let’s go, y/n,” he whispers, placing his hand on your shoulder but you don’t move, you hold your chin up high and raise your brows, urging her to continue.
“You will find Eddie just like you found him. Are you gonna survive that a second time?"
Steve could see the way her words hit you. He doesn’t know whether you want to scream or to cry but it breaks his heart to see you like this.
“Leave her alone, Chrissy,” Jason mumbles, rolling his eyes as he tugs at her hand, “let them ruin each other, that trailer trash finally found himself a princess.”
She chuckles at his words.
“Dude,” Steve warns, glaring at the former jock, “shut the hell up.”
“You wanna say something to me, King Steve?” he says mockingly, “you think I’m scared of you?”
“You should be,” you mutter, pushing away all the shock and pain, “your little girlfriend over here has been trying to fuck him for the past two years, all he has to do is whistle and she’ll come running like a dog.”
Chrissy gasps at your words but he only frowns at you.
Steve snorts but covers it up with a cough.
“You’re Jason, right?” you ask, walking towards the blond.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you take your girlfriend and get the fuck out of here, you clearly don’t belong here,” you mutter angrily as you step closer to him, eyeing his white button down beneath the black coat, “this isn’t some concert sponsored by your shitty church.”
He grins at you, irritating you further.
“Oh yeah, I just wanted to see what that freak made out of his life, didn’t think he would ever make it out of the trash park, I think he fit in there pretty well. That piece of garbage–”
Your fist meets his face before he can even finish his sentence.
“Fucking asshole.”
He grunts in pain as he stumbles back, Chrissy shrieks as she rushes to his side, “Jason!”
He pushes her hand away, holding his hand in front of his eye, “you crazy bitch!”
Another fist meets his face but this time it isn’t yours, it’s Eddie’s.
If it wasn’t for Chrissy holding him up, he would’ve dropped to the ground. He clutches his nose, grunting and groaning in pain.
“You wanna say that again, Carver?”
Your heart begins to pound in your chest as you look at Eddie, who stares at the blond in anger. Jason pushes Chrissy away about to move towards Eddie.
Steve grabs your waist and pulls you back, knowing that you will jump in front of Eddie, “that’s enough, troublemaker,” he mumbles as he holds you against him.
Chrissy jumps in between both men, placing her hands on Jason’s chest, “Jason, stop! Let’s just go, you’re bleeding already!”
He tries to push her away but she doesn’t budge, “please.”
“Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Jason,” Eddie spits.
The tension is high and the anger is all around you as you all stare each other down.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Eddie yells at him.
Jason scoffs, “fucking prick,” he mumbles.
Chrissy looks back to you, intense and angry eyes staring at you.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
“Just fuck off, Chrissy,” you mumble.
She rolls her eyes, scoffing at you and Eddie before she leaves with Jason.
“Jesus,” Steve mumbles, finally letting go of you, “are you okay?” he asks with a soft tone in his voice.
Eddie turns to you as well, rushing towards you, his concerned eyes are the first thing you see when you look at his face, he grabs your hand, checking your knuckles for any injuries but you pull your hand away and look down, “I’m fine.”
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, the moment you feel yourself relaxing. Your tears come back, threatening to spill.
Steve whispers your name, still staring down at you in worry. What Chrissy said about your dad was true, he saw it in your eyes when she said it.
“W-What happened?” Eddie asks as he looks between you and him.
Steve avoids his eyes, not knowing what to say.
Your breathing quickens, eyes burning as you open them.
How does she know?
“C-Can someone take me home, please?” you asked brokenly.
Both men stare at you in concern and sadness, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a hug.
Eddie glances at Steve who gives him a sad smile and a look that tells him; she needs you now.
“I’ll walk you home, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers.
“Do you want me to drive you?”
Eddie shakes his head, “no, it’s fine, the motel isn’t that far away.”
“Yeah,” you say, raising your head to look at Steve, you try to give him a smile, “see you tomorrow?”
He nods, taking your hand, he squeezes it softly, “yeah, call me later if you need me, okay?”
Your gaze softens, squeezing his hand back, you smile, “okay, good night, Stevie.”
“Good night, y/n,” he whispers, pulling you closer, he kisses the top of your head, “I’m sorry about what happened.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be okay.”
Your words worry Eddie even more, he frowns, heart aching in his chest when he sees the glint of sadness in your eyes. He reaches for your hand after you pull away from Steve.
The first five minutes of your walk are spent in silence. You don’t speak up and neither does he, despite the concern and the anger he still feels as he thinks of Chrissy and Jason.
You sniffle, trying to keep the tears from spilling. You look ahead, watching the snow fall, painting everything even whiter than before. The cold wind is harsh and it only makes your tears well up even more.
A hollow feeling settles inside of you.
Images of your dad laying dead on the bathroom floor are back in your mind, images you always try to push out, you don’t want to think about it, you hate thinking about it.
You feel nauseous and scared when you think of Eddie being in his place.
Was she telling you the truth?
Eddie never gave any signs that he was using drugs. He never wiped his nose after leaving the bathroom, he never sneaked away, his pupils looked normal, his skin was clean, his behavior was normal and yet, her words left you feeling sick and anxious.
You can’t do this.
You can’t lose him.
You can’t go through this again.
“I can’t do this.”
You stop walking and let go of his hand. Eddie halts in his tracks, looking down at your hand before he glances at you, “w-what?”
Your bottom lip quivers. You don’t look up at him, you can’t.
“I can’t do this again,” you mumble.
Your hands are shaking, not from the cold but from the fear. His heart breaks all over when he sees how broken and scared you look. Rushing towards you, he cups your cheeks, “what are you talking about?” he whispers as he tries to get you to look into his eyes.
“I can’t stay in the band.”
His stomach drops, eyes flashing with fear, “what?”
Tears brimmed your eyes as you finally looked up at him, “are you using drugs?”
You search for the truth in his eyes but you only find shock and confusion.
“I– what?”
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@croptopjames / 1,015 words / happy bday jfp <3 - nsfw but fades to black
Regulus thought he might die, honestly.
This couldn’t be allowed. It was surely against the rules. Regulus wasn’t exactly sure what rules he was referring to (Laws against public indecency, maybe?), but somebody had to stop James Potter.
He knew exactly what he was doing, too. Chest puffed out, arms crossed, and leaning against the wall, all while idly rolling his wrist, the red cup in his hand moving in circles. Regulus couldn’t see into the cup, but assuming it wasn’t yet empty of beer, he thought the liquid sloshing around inside was likely reminiscent of the feeling inside his stomach. His smile too, of course, betrayed his self-satisfaction. The glint in his eyes said that he knew just how much he was affecting the other party-goers.
Regulus huffed over the man’s ridiculously large ego and tried not to think about how, at that moment, he was the perfect example to prove it justified.
And he definitely wasn’t thinking about the strip of brown skin between the top of his jeans and the hem of his shirt, which was much too small for him. The skin that was covered by it was only barely less inappropriate as he may as well have not been wearing a shirt at all with how tightly it clung to the contours of his defined torso.
He looks ridiculous, Regulus thought, like he’s wearing a kid’s t-shirt. He ignored the contrasting reaction his body seemed to be insisting on, but still couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.
“Jesus Christ, mate, try not to drool,” Barty said from beside him. Regulus scowled but didn’t so much as glance over at him, despite having no clue when he got there. “I’ve seriously never seen you look this desperate. I’m a bit worried you’ll combust.”
“Shut up.” He replied through gritted teeth. Barty just sighed and pet him roughly on the back.
“Alright, whatever, I’m gonna go see if Dorcas has found anything stronger to drink yet. Have fun with your ogling.”
Regulus didn’t bother answering, instead taking a sip of the drink he’d been nursing for a while by then. He wasn’t exactly sure what was in it, but Pandora made it, so he wasn’t worried. Any other of his friends and he wouldn’t have dared touch it.
James had been talking to people most of the night and had only been on his own like that for a few minutes. Regulus watched him as he watched everyone else, had been watching him all night, really, but appreciated that he was standing still now. He swore that the man couldn’t stay in one spot for more than thirty seconds.
He didn't know why he felt caught out, then, when James' eyes finally wandered over to him, smirk widening to find Regulus’ eyes already trained intently on him. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, and James had been watching all around the room, of course he’d look his way eventually. If his brain hadn’t been occupied with… other details and he’d thought about it, he would’ve expected it.
He wouldn’t have expected James to then push off the wall and start walking towards him, though.
“Hey Reg,” He said once he was close enough to be heard over the music blasting around them. God, he looked so full of himself. Disgustingly pleased. It made Regulus’ blood burn.
“Potter,” Regulus raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t take that tone with me after I caught you staring.” James wasn’t that much taller than Regulus, but the handful of inches between them meant he looked down at him when they spoke. It definitely did not make Regulus’ stomach flood with butterflies.
“I was simply astounded by your ridiculous attire. I don’t quite know what you were going for there, but it’s a bit of a train wreck.”
“Y’know it’s useless lying to me, baby. It’s written all over your face what you’re really thinking.” God, his voice was good. Deeper than usual, and thick and sweet as syrup. Did he just call him baby?
“And what exactly, would you say, I’m thinking?” Regulus narrowed his eyes, staring directly into James’ own.
James' free hand lifted to rest lightly on Regulus’ hip, just grazing the side of his waist. He tried to hide the way he sucked in a breath, but James’ grin told him he was unsuccessful.
“Similar to what I am, surely.”
Regulus swallowed hard. He wouldn’t give in this easily. “What would Sirius think about you touching his little brother like this, hm?”
James just exhaled a laugh. “Sirius isn’t here right now.” His grip tightened slightly as he leaned forward to murmur only inches away from his face and Regulus couldn’t resist how his eyes snapped down to watch how muscles both covered and uncovered by his shirt shifted. “Don’t change the subject.”
Alright, maybe Regulus would give in that easily.
He swayed forward, suddenly, hands moving up to cup his face and pulling him into a kiss. James’ lips reacted quickly, moving against his own, and his arm shifted around his waist to place his palm on his back. James’ tongue slid against Regulus’ lips and he opened them without hesitation, groaning into his mouth as they hurried to escalate. The sound seemed to spur James on some more, and he started walking them both away, speaking words at a time between devouring Regulus’ mouth with his own. “C’mon, baby, the- fuck- bathroom, this way.”
Normally, Regulus would've challenged his assumption he’d follow him into the bathroom, but this time he only nodded quickly and let James lead him away. Barty was right, he was acting like some common fucking whore. At this rate, if they hadn’t moved into the bathroom, James pushing him against the wall as soon as they were in, they really would’ve been at risk of trouble for public indecency.
As James' mouth left his, moving to trail hot kisses down his body as Regulus writhed above him, all he managed to get out between quiet gasps and moans was “Whatever you do, just, keep- ah-, the shirt, on.”
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Firsts
summary: You’re bad at playing hard to get, and you don’t want to let the opportunity slip. Maverick gives you your first motorcycle ride.
pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader
tags/warnings: maverick being flirty, shy!reader but also not really?, some drinking mentioned, overall fluff
word count: 1.4k
A/N: i feel terrible that i keep making excuses not to post so i'll let you guys have this one. i don't know who's still on top gun tumblr but i hope you guys are still around. and that you guys like this! it was supposed to be a drabble but..?? ANDDD one more thing: my request page has updated also!
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“Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”
“I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”
Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you.
Except he doesn’t, because out of the many outings at the bar, tonight had been the first time he’d spotted you. You were ashamed to admit that it was kind of flattering having him follow you around for a good half an hour, even after you locked eyes with mustache Hawaiian shirt blonde guy across the room. Ah, it was all a game. But God, was Maverick pretty. And charming. You couldn’t decide whether you were bad at playing hard to get or if you simply didn’t mind being the game.
(It was definitely the former.)
Panic filled you later that night when you watched him slip his jacket on on the opposite side of the room. He was still distractedly rambling with his friend, however, and you took the opportunity to push past at least 5 people and make it out of the door before he did.
What to say or do the moment he stepped out? Your head was empty. But hey, he’d see you out there, make another flirtatious comment, make you blush and then it’d go on from there, right? God, please.
This had to have been like the fourth time you’d seen him. He was most certainly the prettiest out of all the aviators that confidently waltzed into the bar every time you and your friend met for drinks.
Miramar. A lovely place, truly.
Beautiful, too. The sunset is beginning to form, and you step towards the wooden fence separating the sand from the small parking lot in front of the building. A packed bar, only a few vehicles. You wonder if any of them belong to Maverick. You pray that he walks this way at all.
The beach in front of you is littered with people, families, couples. There is chatter everywhere, drowning out the sound of the bell on the door behind you, or the sound of his voice if he happens to be walking out, talking to his friend.
That’s why when you eventually zone out maybe a good ten minutes later, you don’t notice that he’s already walked past you, striding towards the vehicle closest to you. The motorcycle. Red, black, adorned with decals that match the patches on his pretty jacket. You wish you’d noticed.
He’d certainly noticed you, watching you avoid his gaze as he swung a leg over and took a seat. “Going for a swim?”
FUCK.
Tongue in your cheek, you meet his eyes. “No. I.. needed some air. Where’s your friend?”
“Where’s yours?” A cheeky smile spread on his face as he reached for the handles.
Oh, he’s sooooooo—
“Inside. I’m uh, actually waiting for another friend right now. She’s picking me up soon, I think.” Lies, lies, lies.
“In a car?”
“On a motorcycle, actually. How fast does yours go?” Jesus Christ. You know nothing about motorcycles, by the way.
He leans slightly forward, intrigued by your response. “Faster.”
“Hm.” You glance out at the shoreline again, at the sun turning bright orange. You feel the warmth on your cheeks. Stupid. You’re playing hard to get again, for fuck’s sake. He’s too pretty, it makes you nervous.
Lucky for you, he breaks the tense feeling in your stomach with a laugh. “Actually?”
He sticks the key into the ignition, filling you with the slight panic from before that he’s slipping away.
You fake a snicker, although it comes out dry and humorless. “I’m kidding. I don’t know a thing about motorcycles.”
The sudden rev of the engine startles you, and he smiles. “Some people are just meant to look pretty on the back of ‘em, I think.”
There was already a warmth to your cheeks, but now it’s heat. “Well.. that sounds like fun.”
Furrowed brows. “Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”
You snicker again, this time for real. “I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”
Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you. Playfully rolling his eyes, he revs the engine again and waves you over with his hand. “Come on.”
Your face falls. A different kind of panic. “Huh?”
“Just a quick ride. Before your friend gets here.”
“A-are you sure?”
“You’re scared?” He grins.
“I—No. I just..” You hesitantly make your way over, your legs suddenly weak. “I drank a little, so I don’t—”
“Can you relax?” He laughs again, his laughter as pretty as he is. “It’s not scary, I promise. Here, step on that part. Just hold onto me and hop on.” He points down below and then sticks his arm out for you to grab.
“I’m not scared,” you mumble as you manage to perch yourself on the space behind him, careful not to grip his arm too tight. “I think you’re a little strange, is all.”
“How so? You gotta hold onto me, sweetheart.” Another engine rev. What is his deal?
You lean forward as much as you can, pressing yourself to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. The seat behind his is slightly raised, and your face absentmindedly presses into the back crook of his neck. It’s too late to pull back when you realize, and the heat in your cheeks starts to burn. Nevertheless, you go through with your accusations.
“Well,” you begin, conscious of your voice as to not be loud in his ear. “You follow me around the bar for some stupid bet, and.. now you’ve forced me onto your bike.”
Ha. As if you hadn’t planned all of this. Sort of.
Another pretty laugh. “It’s a motorcycle,” he mocks you.
That gets a laugh out of you, squeezing your arms around him a bit as he starts to move.
“Although, I do have to say—” He halts, a foot firm on the ground, and turns to look you over his shoulder. “Out of anybody I’ve followed around the bar, you’re the only one I’d give a ride to.”
God. You think you’re already in love with him. “That so?”
He presses his lips together and nods, fake serious.
Pressing your forehead to the back of his jacket, you chuckle. “I guess that means I owe you something.”
“I’ll start driving on one condition,” he offers, his tone playful.
“Hm?”
“Give me a kiss.”
Oh boy. It’s easy by now; you’re already melting into him. Glancing up, your surroundings become a blur and all the outside chatter, the bell on the door and the sound of the other cars go completely silent as you lean your neck to reach. It’s a peck, but it’s complete; all of your lips feel the soft skin of his cheek, plump from a smile under your kiss. And then your chin goes to rest on his shoulder, and next thing you know, you’re off.
There’s suddenly wind; you weren’t prepared for your hair to flow, as he took off from the parking lot and immediately down the road.
You’re clinging onto him with all your might, maybe a little scared for a moment, but then it starts to feel nice. You don’t even recall the moment he’d slipped his aviators on; perhaps the little kiss you gave him left you in awe instead of vice-versa, or maybe it was the drinks you’d had earlier? Maverick says something but you barely hear it, your stomach fluttering in excitement as he swerves between cars to get out of their way, to fly by beyond them on the road and to make the moment about just the two of you. Nobody else on the road.
He turns onto a different road, this one longer and less crowded, and you squeal as he starts going faster. A euphoric feeling overtakes you, and even in the wind, through the sound of the engine and Maverick’s muffled voice, you’re convinced you can’t let him slip away after this one either.
“Maverick!”
Wind, wind, wind. The engine.
Tapping a hand on his side instead, you catch his attention. He slows down just a bit, momentarily glancing over his shoulder again before looking back at the road.
“You wanna stop?” he yells.
“No!” you shout back. “I just wanted you to know something!”
“What is it?!”
You lean closer to his ear, face in the crook of his neck again. “I was lying! There is no friend!”
He grins. “I know!”
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Time travel AU, that takes place during in-universe present day and the time travel is actually future middle aged Steve getting accidentally sent back.
Like our 19yo steve is puttering about in his empty house minding his own business. And then he hears someone behind him Mutter vehemently, "fuck!" It gives him a heart attack, especially when he whirls around and sees, "dad?? What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York?"
The man who looks like his father gapes at him, and says "oh my god, I'm a toddler, jesus christ."
He then passes out and steve immediately lunges towards his phone to call Dustin.
Your typical time travel shenanigans ensue. It's all fine and dandy at first. Everyone oohs and ahhs over Future Steve. Present Day Steve is a bit in awe of his future self because the dude seems to have his life together. He's not saying anything no matter how many questions Steve throws at him because it might ruin the timeline or whatever the hell, but Steve can see it in the way he carries himself with a sort of relaxed confidence that Steve couldn't have faked even during his King days.
That awe lasts until Eddie shows up. Eddie burst into the room with his usual exuberance and beamed at Steve the way he always does when he visits that makes warmth bloom in Steve's chest like a carnivorous jungle flower. But then Eddie catches sight of Future Steve and he freezes. Future Steve grins at him and wiggles his fingers as a hello, which Eddie dimly mimics.
Steve and Dustin quickly inform Eddie what's up. Eddie laughs in disbelief, "two Steves. One from the future. Why the fuck not."
Future Steve laughs. "God, Eddie, you're so young! You're all kids."
Eddie flushes, "hey, I'm a grown man!"
"Boy, you can't even go for a drink without breaking the law right now."
Eddie splutters in embarrassment, and yet he proceeds to follow Future Steve around like a lost puppy. Steve doesn't like it. He especially doesn't like how squirmy and red Eddie gets whenever Future Steve pays him the slightest bit of attention. It's stupid. Eddie is acting stupid for no damn reason and it's like Steve doesn't even exist anymore.
(Steve pettily starts calling his future self Old Man Steve in his mind because fuck that guy, he thinks he's sooo cool but he isn't, he's just some boring old man that hasn't done anything to deserve Eddie's unwavering attention, what the fuck).
While Steve starts channeling his bitchy kingly self around Future Steve, the rest of the gang is working diligently to find a way to get Future Steve back home. Eventually some vague yet menacing government types show up. There has been, apparently, an entire branch of the research department created to figure out teleportation and other such sci-fi things that Steve is pretty sure they're making up on the spot.
Apparently, they noticed some weird readings on whatever fancy machines they got and came to investigate. Steve may not be a genius math whiz, but he's good at reading people. He can tell these guys know a hell of a lot more than they're saying. And he could've sworn that his future self actually recognized a couple of the scientists.
Steve lingers by the scientists, both miniature and full size, even though he's useless there because if he has to watch his future self laugh indulgently at Eddie's constant bids for attention he might have to dig out the nail bat. Instead he watches from the corner of his eye as Eddie excitedly asks about any dnd updates he could look forward to in the future; he watches Eddie shyly tug his hair over his mouth when Future Steve asks about his music. Steve's stomach sours at the way Eddie unconsciously sways into Future Steve's space during their conversation. He tries not to gag at how his future self's eyes glimmer with mirth at Eddie's antics.
Steve hates everything.
Eventually between the kid nerd brigade and the grown up nerd brigade, some sort of contraption is cobbled together that should send Future Steve back. Not that Future Steve or Eddie seem to notice, too wrapped up in each other. Has Steve mentioned he hates everything?
The lead scientist, the one Steve thinks his future self recognized, finishes calibrating the contraption with a pleased grin. She then turns to where Eddie and Future Steve are talking.
"Mr. Munson," she calls. Both Eddie and Future Steve turn around.
"Yeah?" they respond simultaneously. Future Steve freezes. The scientist chuckles.
"Apologies, I meant Steve Munson. Are you ready to go home?"
Steve is pretty sure his heart stopped in his chest. Eddie is gaping at Future Steve.
"Wait," Dustin says. "What?? Did you--Steve MUNSON?"
Future Steve smiles sheepishly. "Uh...I'd say I can explain, but I'm not sure if I should? You know. With the timeline and everything."
Dustin is running his mouth but Steve is absorbing none of it. He looks over to Eddie who looks as stunned as he feels. Steve goes and grabs his future self.
"Fuck the timeline," Steve chokes out past the lump in his throat. He grips Future Steve's arm desperately. "Are we--?" His voice cracks. "We're not alone? In the future? We're m-married?"
Future Steve softens. He places a firm hand on Steve's shoulder. "I know you won't believe this right now. I remember how I felt at this age. But yeah. We find someone who love us as much as we loved Nancy. We get married. He's our whole world, Steve."
Steve swallows. "...Eddie?" Future Steve nods and Steve takes a shaky breath. "He loves us back?"
"I know, right? I still don't know how we got so lucky."
Later, after Future Steve has gone back where he belongs (with his husband, Steve thinks in a daze), Eddie shows up on his doorstep. Steve lets him in and they stand there together in silence for a while. Eddie breaks first, tugging his hair over his mouth again.
"I never thought I'd get married," he says hesitantly. "I told myself it was because I didn't want to; forced conformity is bullshit, yeah? But that was a lie.
I mean forced conformity IS bullshit but I secretly thought being married would be...nice." Eddie's breath hitches. "To have someone in your corner. Someone who saw you and said yeah, that's the person I want to keep forever."
Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie's hand from where it's started to tug painfully at his curls. "I want to be in your corner." He doesn't say he wants to keep him forever, but he's pretty sure his expression betrays him if Eddie's quivering smile is anything to go by.
"Yeah, I'm getting that," he leans forward, resting his forehead on Steve's collar. Eddie sucks in a shaky breath. "Queers don't get married though. Queers get hunted down and murdered, Steve."
"Yeah, I know," he presses his cheek against Eddie's mop of curls. "Future me said we have to be careful. Patient. It'll be years and years, but someday we'll be able to, like, hold hands right out in the open and shit. We'd be able to marry. If you think you can be with me for that long, I'll make it happen, Eddie."
"You havent even asked me out for real yet," Eddie whines against Steve's shoulder. "Where's that charm? I may be a poor boy but I deserve to be wooed."
Steve barks out a surprised laugh.
"The drive in is doing a double feature this Friday, what do you think?"
Eddie pulls back with an exaggerated sigh.
"If that's the best you can do--"
"Hey!"
"--then I guess it's a start. But I'm expecting something fancy for a second date. I'm a girl with refined taste, you know."
"Confident about getting a second date already?"
"Mmhmm. I have it on good authority that this is gonna go for the long run, Stevie boy."
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Making Simon “Ghost” Riley into your boy toy (F!Reader):
Inspired by the stunning work on Twitter by BettyBRenders who created the image below that knocked the breath out of me and left me wheezing for a solid ten minutes.
TW: bondage, dom/sub elements, praise kink, a touch of humiliation/degradation???, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up!!), mentions of drinking/alcohol, submissive Ghost (minors absolutely NO PEEKING UNDER THE CUT)
You worked as a bartender at a local place that Simon often frequents after a mission. The two of you developed a friendly and comfortable vibe, but you didn’t pry when he was brooding which he appreciated.
If Simon was honest, he was a little sweet on you. Admiring you from afar. He loved that you let your sassy side show when you became more familiar with him.
So it was late one night, the bar was practically empty and the two of you got talking. The alcohol was working its magic, loosening tongues and boosting confidence, lowering inhibitions. And there was definitely some flirting going on.
When you mentioned that you hadn’t been on a date in a while, that surprised Simon.
“Why?” he asked.
You shrugged. “I have certain…tastes. They intimidate most men.”
Your gaze drags up to meet his and Simon can tell you’re studying him. You wipe down the bar and then stop with your hands braced on the counter as you lean in. He holds your gaze without blinking the whole time.
“You don’t look like the type of guy to shy away from anything,” you say.
A small smile curls up at the corner of his mouth. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”
You give a coy little shrug. “Maybe it is.”
Normally, you never go home with a customer. But the chemistry between you and Simon is sizzling hot and you’re not about to pass up this opportunity. So you reach over and you hook two fingers into the silver gleam of his dog tags at his throat, tugging him closer.
“I’d like to make you my boy toy for the night,” you whisper. “Does that scare you, tough guy?”
He smirks with a breathy little laugh that has your stomach in butterflies. He doesn’t back down, unlike most guys you’ve shared your fantasy with who can’t handle being dominated.
“I’d like to see you try, love. I doubt you could break me.”
That’s the green light you’ve been hoping for and you shut down the bar, kicking out the few stranglers who are still lingering. Minutes later, you’re in a hotel room with Simon, pushing him through the door as he backs up.
He always an intimidating presence when he entered the bar, but now that you’re alone with him, touching him, trailing your hands up his torso, you realize he really is just a solid wall of muscle.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mutter under your breath, practically ripping his shirt open in your desperation to reach skin.
You push Simon deeper into the room until you pull out a chair. His shirt is unbuttoned now, still tucked into his pants. He’s left his mask halfway pushed up his face, the way he usually wears it when he’s in the bar. You glimpse scars and tattoos and muscles and you’re pretty much salivating at this point.
“Sit,” you say.
Simon fixes you with a steady look as he lowers himself into the chair, spreading his knees wide, hands resting atop his thighs.
“Shirt,” you say. “Take it off. Won’t be needing it.”
He huffs a laugh and obeys without protest. He could easily fight you on any of your demands and you wouldn’t be able to force him to do a damn thing so you’re curious to see how far you can push before he starts to get a little resistant. You’ve known Simon for a while now and you really want to see what it takes to get him to run his mouth off a bit.
When you pull out a pair of handcuffs from your purse, Simon’s eyes flicker slightly but that’s the only tell he’ll give you. He doesn’t budge as you put them on.
You circle him, dragging your hand over his biceps, his shoulders, sliding down his chest and back up to cradle his throat. As you skim your hand through his hair, Simon tilts his head back, watching you.
As you come around to stand in front of him, you push in between his knees. Hooking your fingers into his dog tags, you tug the chain snug beneath his chin, forcing his head up.
Simon’s pupils go totally BLACK. His lips part and his Adam’s apple bobs, giving away just how hot he thinks you are.
You smile a little. “You’re very laidback for a guy cuffed to a chair.”
“Not my first time, princess,” he replies. “If you want to rattle me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
You raise your eyebrows and curve your palms over the top of Simon’s thighs, gliding higher and higher.
“Are you saying,” you reply, your voice low as you nuzzle against his cheek. “You’re not turned on right now?”
Simon clenches his jaw tight and says nothing. But he watches you. God, this man never STOPS looking at you. Studying you.
You kiss his neck, sucking at his pulse, smoothing your tongue over his skin and scraping with your teeth.
“If I touched you,” you murmured into his neck. “Would you be hard for me?”
You move your palms lower, bracketing his inner thighs, not quite touching his groin. Simon’s gaze drops to your hands, his lashes shielding his expression. But he dips his head in a single, barely-there nod.
You brush your knuckles against his crotch, finding his cock straining against his jeans. Holy hell, you knew he’d be big and now you can’t wait to actually see him.
At your touch, Simon doesn’t make a sound. But his eyes flutter closed and he bows his head. He looks like a man steeling himself for inevitable torture.
The metallic clank of his belt echoes in the anticipatory silence of the room as you unbuckle him, drag the zipper of his fly down with a gritty rasp.
Simon is watching you again with pitch black eyes. He doesn’t move a muscle and sits as still as a statue as you pull out his gorgeous, thick cock and wrap your fingers around him. But he throbs in your hand, betraying just how much he’s enjoying himself.
You bite your lip with a grin as you circle your thumb over the head of his shaft.
“With equipment like this, you must have the stamina have a horse,” you say, endlessly circling your thumb. Simon’s breath grows shallower and shallower. The tendons in his neck stand out. “I could fuck myself on your cock, coming again and again, but you…”
You trailed off, kneeling between his thighs and kissed the tip of his cock, slowly, flicking your tongue along the slit.
Simon’s breath catches in his throat. His abs flex tight and hard as a slab of granite.
“You wouldn’t come if I ordered you not to, right, Simon?” you said, smiling sweetly up at him, your breath fanning over his cock with every word. The sight of you right now is enough to completely wreck him, but he has a will of iron and he’s stubborn as fuck.
And he has to admit: you’re right. He’s a man accustomed to following orders.
You scrape your teeth over his hip, dragging a long, deep groan out of Simon when the welt appears.
“Fucking hell, you little minx,” he growls.
He breaks off with a strangled noise when you slide a hand lower and cup his balls with a firm squeeze.
“Goddamn it,” he breathes out, tipping his head back.
Feeling very smug and satisfied watching Simon slowly begin to crumble, you stand and shimmy out of your jeans and underwear. As you straddle Simon, you take a fistful of his hair and pinch his lower lip between your teeth.
“Do you want me to stop, Simon?” you ask softly with a teasing note in your voice. “Is it too much for you to handle?”
You feel Simon shift beneath you, straining at the cuffs, fists clenched. He’s strong enough that you have no doubt he could probably just bust out of them.
“Don’t tell me this is all you’ve got, love,” he says. “If you think you can make me beg already, you’ll have to work harder for it.”
You raise your eyebrows at the way he’s goading you on.
“Oh, is that what you’re waiting for, Simon?” you ask in a sugary-sweet voice. “You want me to make you beg for it?”
He manages a breathless laugh, his eyes bright with this banter between you, loaded with sexual tension. So you line up his cock at your entrance, resting just the tip inside you. And you sink down, oh-so-slowly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Simon hisses under his breath.
You’re pretty sure you’ve found heaven on earth because every inch of him is filling you so perfectly.
When Simon tries to bow his head again, lips skimming your cleavage, you yank his head back by his hair until he’s forced to look at you as you begin to roll your hips, gliding up and down his length.
With your free hand, you touch his chest, tracing his tattoos and scars. Resting your palm at the base of his throat, your thumb sliding up over his pulse.
He tries to thrust up into you, but you grab his chin with a fierce look.
“Did I tell you to move?” you demand with steel in your voice. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk.
Your fingers tighten, digging into his jawline.
“No,” he says. Then after a moment’s pause, he adds, “No ma’am.”
You smile, clenching around him until he grunts and his whole body jerks.
“Good boy.”
Simon’s cock surges inside you at the praise.
“Oh, look at that,” you say. “The big, mean, tough guy is obedient and eager to please.”
You swear a little flush of pink creeps up Simon’s neck and into his cheeks and it only makes him even more endearing to you.
“Uncuff me,” he replies. “And I’ll please you by fucking you into the mattress, baby girl.”
You laugh and kiss him, licking into his mouth. When you pull away, you tap your fingertip against Simon’s lips.
“Oh, no, no, no, sweetie. You’re not the boss here, remember? I’m the one using you to get off. And if you’re very good for me, I’ll let you come. Otherwise, all you get to do is sit there while I play with that beautiful cock of yours.”
You’re a soaking mess by now and you strip off your shirt and bra, barely breaking your rhythm. Planting your hands on Simon’s chest for leverage, you work yourself up and down his shaft, over and over, until the burning fire of an orgasm builds between your thighs.
You lock your fingers around the back of Simon’s head and pull him down. Before you can tell him what to do, he has one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make you see stars. Your body is lit up like a live wire, buzzing with electricity, trembling on the edge of release.
“That’s it, love,” Simon murmurs against your skin, peppering your tits with kisses. “Look at you, baby. Fuck. Squeezing my cock so tight. You can practice that wicked streak of yours on me all you like if it gets you this fucking wet, princess.”
You’re in a frenzy now as your orgasm starts to take over, climbing hot and fast. With your arms around Simon’s shoulders, he’s like an anchor, keeping you steady through the pleasure that washes through you.
He kisses up your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as the aftershocks wear off. You go limp, sagging against him.
When you kiss him and finally give Simon permission to come, he’s driving up into you like a man possessed, teeth gritted, face buried in your shoulder.
You cling to him, encouraging softly, “God, you’re so close, Simon. I can feel it.”
He finishes with one final, deep thrust that has you gasping against his mouth and your eyes rolling back in your head.
The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed flush against each other, exchanging lazy kisses, until he goes soft and slips out of you.
You thread your fingers through his hair, nuzzling him, before you retrieve the key from your jeans pocket and uncuff him.
Simon takes your wrist and pulls you into his arms, carrying you off to the bathroom where he washes—and kisses—every inch of you with admiration.
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im literally always fantasizing about cold weather
[liquid stuffing/bloat, tummy rubs]
"Christ Jesus, I'm fuckin' freezing," whined Sunny, shoving his hands into his armpits.
"Do you do anything but complain?"
"No. Can't you walk any faster?"
"No. I can walk slower, though." Laurie slowed her pace, dramatically taking small, slow strides.
"Laurie! Goddamn you to hell!" Sunny grabbed her hand and tried to pull her along, but it was useless. Pouting, he bumped his head against her shoulder and trudged miserably along beside her, still holding her hand.
"It's a nice day for a walk," she said cheerily.
"It's cold," mumbled Sunny. He winced as a chilly gust of wind blew his hair back.
"You are such a wimp," said Laurie, rolling her eyes, and to some extent, she meant it. Sunny was quick to complain in nearly any situation. He was a skinny thing, though, and she supposed the cold took more of a toll on him than it did her. Finally taking pity on her shivering friend, she began walking faster, and he gladly quickened his pace to keep up. At long last, the two arrived at Sunny's apartment, and he made a beeline for the kitchen, not bothering to take his coat or shoes off.
"I'm makin' hot chocolate," he called, his voice accompanied by the clattering of pots and pans. Laurie kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. It was chilly out, and, as much as she teased him for being cold, hot chocolate sounded nice. Especially Sunny's hot chocolate. He was an excellent cook, and his hot chocolate was the best she'd ever had.
"Pick a mug," said Sunny as Laurie entered the kitchen. "I'm just gonna put tepid water in it 'cause you're mean, though." Laurie reached to the back of the cabinet and pulled out a blue mug with pink flamingos on it, then set it down beside Sunny's huge yellow floral mug.
"Isn't that a little big for you?" she teased, playfully poking at his tummy. He shooed her hand away, flinching at the tickling sensation.
"No." He emptied the steaming pot into both mugs and topped them with whipped cream. He paused for a moment, turning around in confused circles as he tried to remember what he wanted to do next, then put the pot in the sink to soak. Laurie watched him, amused. Sunny often lost track of what direction he wanted to go in, and he had an endearing way of spinning around like a bug until he figured it out.
With the pot in the sink and the kitchen slightly straightened up, the two friends retreated to the couch, hot chocolate in hand. Sunny had unzipped his coat while he was in the kitchen, but he didn't seem interested in taking it off yet, and removing his sneakers was low on the priority list. The first order of business was warming up. Laurie, already comfortable, took a sip of her hot chocolate and set it down on the coffee table. She intended to take her time and enjoy it. Sunny, incapable of doing the same, was already halfway through his large mug.
Sunny likely would've inhaled the entire drink at once if his full stomach didn't force him to slow down. His belly quickly began to feel taut and bloated, filled up completely with warm, heavy liquid and all the air he'd swallowed while drinking it. Still, there was no sense in letting the rest of it cool off. Slowly but steadily, he finished his hot chocolate, his already distended belly poking out further with each audible gulp. Finally, the mug was empty, and he lowered it with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. His tummy stuck out incredibly.
"Jesus Christ, Sunny," said Laurie, looking with amusement at his round tummy. He smiled up at her, cozy and content. The feeling of his tightly stretched stomach pushing out was almost uncomfortable, but not quite. He felt warm and full and sleepy.
"Feel," said Sunny, taking her hand and holding it against his belly. It was solid as a rock. The feeling of it stretching tighter under her hand with each breath made Laurie wince, but it didn't seem to bother him.
"Jeez, you're seriously stuffed," she remarked, and gave his belly a gentle pat. It made a hollow thumping sound. He stretched his arms above his head and laid down, his full tummy sloshing softly, laying his legs across hers. She grimaced.
"Would you get outta here with your grubby sneakers?" She grabbed his bony ankle and shook his leg.
"Oh, yeah." He leaned forward ungracefully with a quiet grunt, yanked his shoes off, and tossed them across the room. Sighing, he laid himself down once more, and his belly sloshed with the movement. Amused by himself, he wiggled his torso, his belly sloshing continuously as he did.
"You are such a dumbass," Laurie giggled, reaching down to rub his tummy, and he flashed her a toothy grin.
"Gosh, I'm full," he sighed.
"I'll say," said Laurie. "I can't believe you drank that whole thing. You look like you're about to pop." She felt his belly rumble under her hand, and he responded with a loud burp. That relieved some of the pressure, but he was still unbelievably full. Laurie laughed.
"Classy, Sunshine." She gave his belly a firm pat, drawing another soft grunt out of him. "Are you ever gonna take off your coat?"
"Nah." He crossed his legs, rested his hands on his belly, and closed his eyes.
"You are so ridiculous," she giggled, giving his tummy a gentle rub.
"Mm-hm," he agreed sleepily. He yawned, and, soothed by the sensation of Laurie rubbing his belly, happily drifted off for a cozy afternoon nap.
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hello! I have a request for aizawa! With prompts “Fuck,I wish I never met you!” and “Let me fix your hair”? You could can chose one but if ur doing both can u do a hate relationship against the reader and aizawa but forced to work/teach the reader? Or yo to you! I would love to see what u come up with since I love ur blog sm! Thank you 💗💗
Hoping you like it, Anon! I feel like Aizawa would treat younger colleagues like kids haha. Also, drink water and eat well, Anon; thanks for requesting!
—Viburnt
𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨̄𝐭𝐚 || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬
The uncomfortable cold shoulder you were giving Aizawa was getting him on his nerves, his tired eyes burning into your back as you refused to even look at him. It was not his fault the two of you were paired up for a night-watch patrol. "Could at least try to cooperate," he thought as you looked at your phone instead of listening to him.
Exasperated, he snatched your mobile from your hands and threw into the backseat of the car.
—Hey, what the fuck? That's expensive, you prick! — You yelled, fuming with anger. The man squeezed your face with his hand to make you look at him.
—Look, you can be a brat all you want, kid. Be my fucking guest, but this mission is important and I'm not letting some wannabe big shot ruin it, got it?— He said seriously. The tone of his voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine; you hated how he didn't have to yell at you to show how angry he was.
As a matter of fact, you despised his guts.
The way he looked at you, how he always called you kid like you weren't an expert on your field, how his words always made you feel incompetent. You prayed to God to be given a chance to prove him wrong- or at least an opportunity to kick him in the balls.
—Do that again and you'll lose a damn finger.— You snarked, slapping his hand away. "All bark and no bite," Aizawa thought, rolling his eyes.
—Whatever you say.— He added.
"Why is he always like this?" You wondered as you reached for the radio to play some music.
After some hours waiting, your stomach grumbled, begging for something to eat.
—Was that you?— Aizawa amusedly asked, picking up the way your body called for food. — Did you not eat beforehand?
—I did, ok? I just ate lightly.— You lied, not wanting him to know you'd in fact forgotten about having a meal before patrol.
Wanting to distract yourself from Shōta's comment (and from the emptiness in your guts), you rummaged through your pocket to grab a small box of bubble gum you'd bought in advance, picking one of the long fruity pieces of candy to unwrap it.
—Don't eat in the car.— Aizawa uttered as he adjusted his seat. It was going to be a long night waiting for the targeted suspect to appear, so he wanted to be (at least) comfortable.
—Don't eat in the car.— He heard you mock in a high-pitched sardonic tone, his eyes watching as you chewed on the gum. —It's candy; you chew it, not eat it.
—It's gonna leave my seats sticky, and I'm not cleaning some girl's mess.
—Can you stop policing everything I do? Jesus Christ, I'm not a toddler.
You formed a big bubble with your treat, boasting about it in front of him. A malicious idea crossed Aizawa's mind...
*pop*
—Ugh, Aizawa what the fuck? You got it in my hair!— You complained as the man chuckled, proud of his little prank. "Why does this idiot always have to mess with me?", you wondered as you tried to get rid of the sticky rests of candy from your hair.
"Should teach her to listen," he thought to himself, watching you anxiously try to fix the mess he'd made.
—Relax, kid. I warned you, didn't I?— He said with abandon as a sly smile appeared on his lips. —Maybe learn to follow instructions.
—Fuck, I wish I'd never met you! You are the worst.— He heard you yell, you'd gotten more upset than he had planned you to react. Getting off the car, you slammed the door to let off some steam, cursing.
It reminded him of the very first time he had worked with you. You were much more joyful and eager to cooperate, but as the mission progressed, the goofy smile you had became a frown. After that, Aizawa simply understood it as if "You couldn't take orders from him".
He remained silent for a second, whatsoever, feeling a little bit of guilt. You were just hungry, he could've let that one slide, he guessed. Deciding it was better to apologize before the already bumpy relationship he had with you got worse, he joined you outside for a moment.
—What do you want?!— You screamed, not wanting to see him.
—Don't be so dramatic, it's just gum. I have so wet towels on the glove compartment.
— "I have wet towels. Oh, look at me, I'm Eraserhead, I tell people what to do"— You snapped, not being patient with his antics. — Maybe don't be such a giant imbecile for once? Would it kill to have some respect for me?
—I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd get so-
—That's the thing, you never think! I'm not your student for you to act so superior all the time.— You lashed, letting your thoughts out. —I'm not a kid, Aizawa, I may be a little younger but still.
Shōta looked at you briefly, stunned by your rant. His behavior was uncalled for, he had to admit. For a long while, he just guessed you were a inexperienced brat because you'd decided to be a more commercial hero instead of keeping an underground profile like he did.
But thinking about it, most of his colleagues were like that, even Mic. He had been unfair to you.
—I worked hard for this position, you know? I busted my ass for hours, day after day to be recognized as hero out there. Why can't you fucking see that?
Your words sinked into your colleague's mind, making him feel remorseful. His eyes softened as his gaze found yours, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs.
— I know how to get the gum out of your hair...— Aizawa mumbled. It caught you off guard but it was his way of saying "OK, I fucked up and I'm sorry. Let me try to fix it."
—What? — You asked, dumbfounded. The anger in your face faltered for a second, confused by his sudden change of attitude.
—Look, I'm sorry for treating you like a kid, I really acted like an asshole.— You heard him explain. — But let me try again, ok? We'll probably be working together a lot more in the future so let's try not to kill each other for a second.
You sighed, still annoyed, but decided to allow his approach.
— Go on.
—Eri sometimes gets stuff on her hair, it's not very hard to do.— He assured, motioning you to step closer to inspect the aftermath of his actions. Looking at you, you weren't a bad hero, much less a bad person.
Sensing honesty in his words, you decided to forgive him.
—I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I was just-
—Don't sweat it, I deserved it.— He assured, opening the door of the car again for you. —Let me fix your hair.
—... Who's Eri?
—You'll meet her some time...kid.
— Eraser-
—Sorry.
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🍭 lollipop could u do 31. (sudden spells of dizziness disturbing their day) from list 5 for steve pls? ty 🫶
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steve harrington x reader, 1k, mentions of injury but nothing specific
Steve didn’t regret having the everlasting shit beat out of him more times than, since he was doing it to protect the people he loved (and the entirety of Hawkins), but goddamnit if it didn’t fuck him up in all sorts of ways. Mentally and emotionally, yes, but the worst one was how it messed with him physically.
Because of how many times he’d had his bell rung, he could barely hear out of his left ear and see out of his left eye, his head and whole body hurt to no end all the damn time, and more recently (more frustratingly too), he began having dizzy spells.
He didn’t tell anyone at first, not even you, having been rather accustomed to dealing with his problems on his own, but the more frequent they came along, the harder it was for him to hide them.
Fast forward to now, Steve’s dizzy spells were the worst they’d ever been. Maybe it was from a lack of sleep lately, or he hadn’t been drinking enough water, he didn’t know, but the room started spinning every single time he’d stood up so far today. He’d managed to keep the first few under wraps, but he was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Hey, Stevie, can you help me grab the paper towels? Someone put the new roll on the top shelf!” And by someone, you meant Steve, who always “accidentally” kept important things on the higher shelves so he could swoop in and save the day when you couldn’t reach them.
Steve smiled to himself. “I have no idea who would do such a thing!” He called back, tossing the magazine he was flipping through off to the side and going to roll off the bed.
Big mistake.
As soon as he did, he was hit with what had to be the most head spinning, stomach turning, ear ringing bout of dizziness he’d had to date.
“Jesus Christ,” He breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. One hand braced himself on the bedside table, while the other came to drag through his hair, fisting the strands at the nape of his neck before letting them flop back into place. He took a few deep breaths, willing the room to stop spinning quickly so he could go help you.
“Steve?” Your soft voice sounded out from the hall, and he opened eyes to see you hovering in the doorway, brows pinched in concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” He replied quickly. Too quickly. You didn’t believe him one bit.
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent sure.” He confirmed, aiming a reassuring smile at you. “How bout those paper towels, hm?”
He knew his cover had been blown the second he took a step in your direction, when the entire room lurched sideways yet again, and he lost his balance, stumbling on his feet big time. You were at his side in an instant, steadying him by his forearms.
Your brows furrowed, eyes scanning his whole body for any sign of what could’ve made him pitch like that but coming up empty.
“I’m okay, I just moved too fast. Lost my balance for a second.”
“Steve…”
“What? I’m fine, Y/N.” He snapped, growing instantly guilty when you flinched the slightest bit at his harsh tone.
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not being defensive!” Even that sounded extremely defensive, and you both knew it. Steve inhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be defensive, I’m just…frustrated.”
“Frustrated? Why, baby?” Your voice turned hushed, gaze softening at his defeated tone.
“I’m all kinds of messed up, sweetheart.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. You tilted your head curiously at him, rubbing your hand up and down his arm soothingly. “I get dizzy a lot. And, uh, usually I can deal with them on my own, but they’ve been getting worse lately. A lot worse.”
“Oh, Steve,” You murmured, feeling your heart ache for the poor boy. You’d had your fair share of pain and trauma from the whole saving the world thing, but it was nothing compared to what Steve endured time and time again.
“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Steve’s chin dropped towards his chest, dejected gaze aimed at his feet. “I know—I know we’re supposed to be a team, and tell each other everything but I…I really thought I had a hang on them. I don’t.”
Steve was always the one who took care of everyone else. Need a ride somewhere? Call Steve. Need someone to rant to? Call Steve. Need someone to coax the neighborhood cat out of a tree because you scared it all the way up there trying to see if weed worked the same as catnip? That one was Eddie and only happened once, but still, call Steve.
He was so used to putting everyone else before himself—so used to everyone relying on him, that he forgot that he could always rely on you.
“Hey, no. You never have to be sorry with me, Steve. We’re in this together, yeah?” You insisted, looping your arms around his neck. “I’m the one who should be sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t come to me about this.”
Steve shook his head vigorously, squeezing you tight. “If I’m not allowed to be sorry, you’re not allowed to be sorry.”
“Okay. No sorrys here, from either of us.”
“No sorrys.” He repeated, nodding once. No sorrys, but an endless amount of support, however and whenever Steve needed it. Whether that meant going to doctors to see if these dizzy spells could be remedied, or changing around your lifestyles to make things easier on him, you’d do it for Steve.
He’d do the same for you.
“Just so you know, I’ll be your human crutch if I have to.” You offered, tilting your chin up at him. Steve snorted, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t pretend like you wouldn't like that! Get to drape yourself all over me like you do when you're drunk.”
“I don’t do that!”
“Ask Robin. Or Eddie, or Nancy, or—”
“Okay, okay, maybe I do. But it’s only because I love you.”
“And I love you too. Otherwise I'd drop your wasted ass on the nearest couch and come home.”
“...thanks.”
#almost done with my 1k writings hehe#and thank god too bc i am starting to run out of writer fuel#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington fluff#stranger things#joe keery#kait celebrates 1k!
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𝕴'𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 - 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 -- (𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖘 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)
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Contents: 1994! Jonathan Davis x reader (tag empty asf), HEAVY mentions of s*xual and mental ab*se, smutty smut, friends to lovers, TONS of fluff, angst, insane amounts of GORE, very violent language, violence, drug and alcohol use, etc.
Honorable mention: @jonathandaviskisser
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~~find my nest full of salt…everything's my fault…~~
Kurt Cobain soothed my weary mind as I lugged my last load down interstate 110, trying not to pass out at the steering wheel. I dreamed of starting my two-week winter break with a sweet night at Wes's, an underground bar below a gas station that sold inexpensive but effective products, my favorite kind. I was in desperate need of a cigarette, just like after any long busy day of trucking. Once I got to the designated location, I heaved off the supplies and signed a few papers. Once I got back in my truck, I sighed in relief. I would have the next two weeks off for winter break. All that was left to do was to go to Wes's and drink the night away. Once I arrived at Wes's through a rough, snowy highway, I filled my truck with gas, parked it in a safe spot, and stopped under the store's awning to look at the snowy night sky. It was strangely beautiful to me, even though it was pitch-black under the streetlamps. I suddenly remembered this was the weekly night that hillbilly Joe Singleton and his wife go on a frenzy of religious insanity. I wanted to kill them both, so I avoided them to keep myself from doing so. I quickly ran inside when I heard their radio blasting behind me. I grabbed a Heath bar from the shelf near me and made my way to the register, waving to the cashier, my best friend, Mikey.
"Damn y/n, you runnin' from the devil or sumn'?" Mikey asked, slightly concerned.
"Yeah, man. Joe and Monica came here to unleash hell." I whispered, keeping an eye out for them.
Mikey leaned forward on locked arms.
"Don't worry about it so much, Y/N. They dumber than rats on PCP."
Mikey knew about my anxiety. He never failed to help me calm down with his humor. He's always been my human antidepressant ever since we were teenagers.
"They came in here earlier today bitchin' at me because we sell pot here." Mikey laughed, putting on his red baseball cap.
Mikey did a typical redneck pose and stuck a rolled-up receipt in his mouth,
"And-And they was all like-"
Mikey slammed his fist down onto the table, a mocking look of disgust.
"YOUSE ALL GOIN' STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH YOUR DEVIL HIPPIE SHIT!!! GOD CAINT STAND FOLK LIKE YOU!!!"
I cracked up laughing, my nerves disappearing mostly.
"Man, when will they accept that the Aryan race isn't a thing anymore!" I laughed, leaning forward on the counter.
That's when Mikey burst out into laughter, playfully slapping me.
"Jesus Christ Y/N…" He wheezed, unable to keep a straight face for even a quarter of a second.
While our laughing fit was happening, we didn't notice Joe and his whore wife hearing our conversation. Joe threw a dime at me to get my attention. My smile instantly faded. Mikey cussed under his breath. We both turned to face the two cunts. They looked as aggravating as ever.
"You two won't be sayin' that shit in the lake of fire, imma tell you that!" Joe snapped, stepping towards us.
Mikey looked like he was about to commit mass homicide.
"Great! I'll see you two there, cocksuckers!" Mikey fumed, flipping Joe the bird.
Joe lunged at Mikey, to which I responded by kicking him in the stomach, making him fall to the floor. Mikey jumped over the counter and started beating the living hell out of Joe while the whore made a beeline for me. I tackled her down and repeatedly punched her with all my might, forcing an annoying squeal out of her. It was the best I had felt in a long time since she reminded me of my mother. It was like I was trying to kill my past. Mikey held off Joe while I got up and stomped on the whore's face repeatedly, blood starting to ooze from her annoying nose. I was laughing while the whore screamed in pain, unable to fight me off. I got back onto her and plunged my fingers down her throat, thrusting them in and out at an inhumane pace until she started vomiting on herself. Nearly screaming with maniacal laughter, I took my vomit-ridden fingers and plunged them back into her throat, making her swallow her vomit. My elbow plummeted to her face, her eye exploding into seeping red. All the memories of her groping Mikey, aiding my mom in assaulting me, stealing my cigarettes, and reminding me of my mother fueled my primal rage while I beat her senseless. I felt like I was taking revenge on my mother; a wave of utter bliss and satisfaction washed over me, causing me to burst out in shrieking laughter before plunging my fingers into her eyes. She burst into tears and screaming when I fingered her eye sockets like my mother did when my brother broke her glasses. Blood spurted out of her eyes and onto my cheek, my maniacal shrieks only getting louder.
"YEAH!!! YEAH!!! TAKE THESE FUCKING FINGERS IN YOUR BLOODY HOLES, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT SLUT!!!" I got up and stomped on her bloody, snot-and-vomit-ridden ugly face.
Tears streamed down her bloody face when she wailed;
"No! Please stop it now! I've d…done *cough* nothin-"
Already having enough of Monica's shit, I jumped up and plummeted back down, my elbow making a beeline for her face before it crashed through her thick skull with all my body weight. I swear I nearly peed myself with joy when I heard her skull crack and a pig-like squeal, followed by loud sobbing and thick, metallic blood soaking my sleeve. I dove onto her and slammed my tight, rock-solid fist into her bloody mess of a face multiple times, each punch getting more lethal. When I looked up, not noticing my surroundings, Mikey knocked Joe unconscious with a bottle of Busch and dragged him back to his car.
"Hold her down with me, Mike!"
Mike rushed over to me and the dying bitch on the floor and gleefully held her wrists above her head.
"Yeah, fuck her up!!" Mikey shouted, spitting on her face before getting up and stomping on it.
"P…Please…..Joe….Joe made me do it…."
"Bullshit!"
In a fit of blind rage, I grabbed Mikey's broken bottle and plunged into Monica's face, lacerating the soft, pink tissue under a chalky burlap sack, blood spurting onto my face. I gave the bottle to Mikey with a bloody grin. He snickered and shredded the bottle side to side in the bitch's torn face, a tent growing in his jeans.
"Wait, wait, Y/N, hold her down for a sec." Mikey panted before standing up and unzipping his fly.
Mikey groaned in pleasure and relief when he pulled out his unit and started pissing on Monica. He and I both laughed maniacally at the humiliation.
"Yo Y/N, you think we should string this bitch upside down from the roof and have folks have their way with her for tips?"
Before I could agree, I felt a thick rope fling around my neck from behind; Joe woke up.
"Shit!" Mikey shouted, trying to fight off Joe but getting kicked by him square in the bare nuts.
Mikey howled in pure agony, his gonads obliterated and his eyes watering.
"Nobody fuckin' touches my wife…" Joe snarled, too shellshocked by anger to yell.
I kicked helplessly against my oxygen restraint, trying to pull off the rope while not being able to reach any punching points on Joe. With merely a few factors of dying, I accepted my fate; I had always wanted this, but I didn't want it to be then. I was having too much fun. My vision started to blur, and my head started racing with memories as Mikey's cries became more distant and inaudible. I flailed in Joe's grip and heard him laugh amid my panic.
"This is what you fuckin' get, slut…"
When I felt like I was a few seconds away from dying, I suddenly heard a loud crack, and I felt glass tumbling down my face and into my lap. Joe's grip went limp instantly, and I started coughing.
"Fucking piece of shit…" I heard a familiar voice spit.
I felt Joe getting hauled out under me, and my head hit the floor, awakening me a bit. With my vision blurry, I could only make out a tall blurry figure with long, dark brown hair kneeling over me.
"…c'mon…" The figure murmured, seeing me struggle to clear my vision.
Once my vision started to clear up, the familiar features of the figure became evident. The pretty, deep inky eyes, the heart-wrenching dorky face, the frazzled long hair; it was none other than Jonathan Davis in the flesh. He was the cute boy I worked at the Fritz warehouse with in high school. He was always shy and never talked to anyone except me. The second we met each other, we hit it off instantly like we needed to be best friends. We would laugh together about the shit we saw in magazines or what we wanted to do when we got older. We would play video games together at the local arcade, and Jon would always beat me at Street Fighter, and I'd have to carry him home as a losing punishment. We would even hang out in a nearby alleyway and eat Chinese food while looking at the smoky sky and talking nonsense.
Yeah Y/N, I kinda wanna start a band, but this job doesn't pay shit for equipment…
Eventually, I fell in love with him, MADLY in love with him. I haven't spent a living second without thinking about him since.
He's so fucking cute-
"Hey!"
I snapped out of my dream-like state, bursting into a coughing fit, aiming my spurting blood away from Jon.
"Shit!" I heard Jon's voice again.
I wasn't hallucinating.
"Agh…fuck…" Mikey's voice trailed closer to where Jon and I were.
Mikey ran to Jon and me once he saw me coughing.
"Oh my god, Y/N!"
Hacking out my last bit of blood, I turned to Jon, shit-and-blood-faced, drooling everywhere. Jon couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Is that…y-*cough*you, Jon?"
"Um…yeah… You look kinda familiar…"
Oh god, please don't fuck this up…
I prayed that he recognized me.
"It's Y/N from high school, remember?"
At that moment, Jon analyzed me, processing the two versions of me. When he realized who I was, his face lit up, morphing the prettiest, most heart-wrenching smile known to the universe. I flung my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder. Just as shocked as I was, he squeezed me back, providing a comfort I had never received from anyone else.
"I missed you so much…" I whispered into his shoulder, rubbing his back.
Burying his face in my hair and running his fingers through it, Jon said,
"I missed you too, Y/N…a lot…"
Jon hugged me tighter, nuzzling into my hair and groping at my back, leaving no space between us. I swear I almost fell asleep in his warm embrace until Mikey said,
"Yo…uh… Jon?"
Jon lifted his head, all flushed and full of serotonin.
"…mm?"
"You uh… you know Joe?"
Jon chuckled and pulled back a little, still keeping his arm slung around my shoulders.
"Oh, that sister-fucking piece of shit? He narced me and a meth dealer and nearly got us thrown in jail. If his wife hadn't fucked up the evidence on accident."
"Jesus, man…"
"Y-Y'know I was trying to quit, I really was, and I did! I fucking-"
I found myself completely zoning out, only listening to Jon's attractive voice, staring at the veins in his hands, his side profile, his dorky smile, his adorable laugh… I wanted him.
I need him so badly. I need him to know about my feelings for him. I need to-
"Y/N!"
I jolted awake, still semi-conscious and dreaming of Jonathan.
"Shit-sorry…" I coughed, my spit slightly red.
"Oh no no no it's fine Y/N, take your time." Jon wiped my teary eyes with his thumbs.
"Nah you're good Y/N, I was jus' gonna ask if you and Jon're ready t' go to Wes's."
"Oh yeah, mmhmm…" I said.
Jon helped me up, keeping a hint of his cute smile.
"So uh… what's your name?" Jon asked Mikey as we walked to the secret entrance to Wes's.
"Oh, I'm Mikey; I'm a friend of Y/N's."
Jon hummed before Mikey led him and me into the storage cabinet behind the front counter. I entered the code into the number pad attached to the trapdoor on the floor; 110192837. I pried the door with the broomstick handle next to me; the only way to open it.
"Damn, guys! This is insane!" Jon exclaimed, impression dusting his pretty face.
"Yeah, the owner designed this; it's pretty fuckin' cool," I said before stepping aside to let Jon and Mikey go in.
The second Jon held my hips to help me down the ladder I nearly had a full-blown panic attack due to how completely and helplessly flustered I was by this man. Even one tiny touch can send me spiraling into insanity. His grip on my hips was so tight, but not to the point where it hurt, but to an extent when I felt protected.
"Oooooh Y/N's blushing!!!" Mikey jeered like a teenage girl.
"Pr-probably because I almost just got murked." I lied, a slight stutter and a hint of nervousness in my voice.
Mikey scoffed and led us down the dim tunnel to the venue. My mind raced, wondering if Jon noticed my mannerism and thought I didn't like him touching me. Once we reached the entrance to the venue Mikey knocked on the door. Jon looked a little distraught. With one overreaching thought came another, then another, and so goddamn forth.
I acted so fucking nervous around him before he left, does he think I hate him, or does he hate me now? Does he even-…No. He was happy to see me, but why is he-
"Hey, Mike, who's this zesty Raggedy Ann lookin-"
"He's a friend of Y/N's, calm the fuck down." Mikey interrupted the bouncer, stepping forward slightly.
The bouncer, Jim, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to me with dangerous intentions.
"He a friend or what?"
Clearing my throat, I said calmly,
"Yes, he's with us, I promise."
Jim's nostrils flared, and he pursed his lips again.
"Come in."
We hurried inside, avoiding Jim's death glare. The place was just as I remembered; dimly lit, with a touch of gray in everything, a putrid odor of meth and piss in one particular spot, but the rest smelled like sandalwood and cigarettes.
"Wanna go to the bar?" I asked Jon.
Jon obliged, and we slinked to the bar while Mikey trailed off toward a leopard-print-clad chick. We awkwardly sat down, and I waved to the bartender.
"Oh hey, Y/N! Who's this guy?" The bartender, Sid, asked me.
"Oh I'm Jonathan; I'm Y/N's old friend," Jon said.
"Always nice to see newcomers who aren't pieces of shit! Anything you want, Jonny Boy?"
Jon chuckled.
"Just a rum and coke, please."
"Oh, Y/N, you want that too?"
"Oh yeah, thanks, man," I replied awkwardly.
Sid walked off, leaving Jon and me alone. I nervously shifted slightly in my chair before asking,
"So, uh…you're in a band now, huh? That's pretty cool!" I said, screaming at myself not to sound so awkward.
"Oh yeah I started Korn last year after Sexart broke up, and we're doing pretty great!"
"Oh, I saw you guys in concert, all of you are just so talented, I swear to god."
"Wait, what? Why didn't you come to say hi?"
My head hurt with negative anticipation.
"I…I didn't wanna intrude on anything or piss off security…"
Fuck.
I swear I nearly burst into tears when Jon looked slightly hurt. I felt god awful, but my misspeaking was hard to take back.
"I-I mean, I really wanted to, but-"
"Y/N, this whole 'band' thing hasn't made me into some posh asshole! You can come up and say hi to me after shows! There isn't even that much security!"
I froze, trying not to cry as I watched my world crumble around me. I hurt someone I loved more than anything else to ever exist like an incompetent piece of garbage. I couldn't speak, or else I would start crying.
Okay, why is Jon so pissed off and why am I such a FUCKING IDIOT?!
Jon scoffed and turned back away from me, taking his rum and coke from Sid, who slid a second one over to me.
"Whoa, whoa Y/N! Are you alright?" Sid noticed me trying with all my strength to hold back tears.
"I-……I'm okay…" I choked out, my voice cracking.
"No you're not Y/N, what's wrong?"
I needed to lie somehow.
"M…My pet cat needs to get surgery, and I'm just-"
I burst into loud sobs in front of Jon, even though I didn't have a cat. Sid rubbed my back and said,
"Aw, Y/N, the vets here are great, okay? Your cat's gonna be fine, promise."
I looked up at Sid, tears still streaming down my red face.
"Here, Y/N, just drink the worries away, and you and your cat will be alright…"
I nodded, taking a sip of my rum and coke and slipping Sid five dollars.
"Th…Thanks…"
Once Sid left, I turned back to Jonathan, who was rubbing his temples and running his fingers through his dreads.
I hate myself so much…
Jon turned back to me, a troubled look on his face.
"Y/N, please look at me."
Fuck.
Reluctantly, I slowly turned to face him, my face red and wet with tears and snot. Jon knit his brow and lowered his head when he saw what he did.
"I…I'm so sorry, Y/N…I just…This whole 'fame' thing, it just…"
Jon set his hands on my knees.
"*sniff* It's really okay, Jon. You don't need to apologize."
Jon clasped his hands around my face, cupping and caressing it.
"Y/N, look at yourself! Of course I need to apologize! I hurt my best friend!"
"Jon, it's *sniff* okay, I know what fame can do to someone…" I sniffled, wiping my tears.
Jon sighed, taking his hands off my face and sipping his drink.
"Yeah… it's been god-awful, but that doesn't mean I just get to bitch at everyone." Jon said, setting his drink down.
"I know… But I'll let you bitch at me just this once." I said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Jon snickered, turning back to me.
"You should drink that before it gets warm."
I nodded and took a giant sip, feeling the sting of alcohol rush into my sinuses, starting to cleanse them of horrible thoughts. Jon cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I have security on my ass 24/7, I can't fucking go anywhere without being bombarded by fuckin' fans, I got fuckin' bruises from being tossed around during concerts, and I just-…"
Jon trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair, his brow knitting again in frustration.
"I needa stop drinking, but nobody likes me when I'm sober…"
My heart dropped into my shoes.
This can't be happening…He deserves so much better…I need to get him out of this…
I scooched over to Jon and wrapped him in a big bear hug, cradling his head to my breast while he clenched his arms around my waist for dear life. Even though I hated seeing him like this, I loved holding him so much. The side of his face resting against my chest while he held my waist flooded my stomach with butterflies.
His hair, oh my god…
Even though it was in dreadlocks, it was still soft to the touch, and it was so satisfying to scratch at his scalp, making him hum through sobs.
He's so adorable it hurts…
Jon looked up at me with red, glossy eyes.
"Jeez, it's like you never left…"
I smiled and nuzzled his head before taking another sip of my rum and coke. I was starting to loosen up.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't get ahold of you. I tried, I really did…" I whispered into his dreads.
Jon pulled away and held my hands.
"I know, so did I, but this whole fucking-…"
Jon trailed off, realizing he was repeating himself.
"Well, you have me now, and I have you," I said, trying to calm the mood again.
Jon turned back to me.
"I'm so glad I do…"
Over the next few hours, we continued laughing with each other through drinks, catching up and talking about what was happening within the past few years.
"Hehe…Yeah, I remember one time; Head got so fucked up on stage he pulled down his pants and humped his guitar…"
"Whoa, what the hell? Did you guys get banned or something?"
Jon laughed.
"Oh no, no; it was a chill venue…The guys were mad though."
I finished my rum and coke, setting the glass down, my nerves relaxed.
"Y-You guys were so fucking good in concert, like…I was afraid you were having a seizure or something, just turns out you're really fucking talented…"
"Nah, we're alright; we're just really *chuckle*, we're just really fucked up in the head, that's all…" Jon laughed, flashing his pretty smile yet again.
We continued laughing and talking until the dancefloor lit up in the center of the venue. All of a sudden, "Loser" started playing.
"Oh my GOD, I love this song…" I said, turning around to get ready to leave.
"Oh man, me too…You wanna dance?" Jon asked, hopping off the stool and extending his hand for me to take it.
I happily obliged, taking Jon's sweet hand and traveling smoothly with him to the dancefloor. The song started with us swaying next to each other, grooving to the beat, but when the beat dropped, Jon and I threw our heads forward and started headbanging, swaying around like headless chickens. But then again, so was everyone else.
"SOYYYYYYYYYY UN PERDEDORRRRRRRRRRR IM A LOSER BABYYYYYYYY SO WHY DON’T YOU KILL MEEEEE…."
"GET CRAZY WITH THE CHEEZ WHIZZ!!!"
Jon and I nearly screamed the lyrics while getting fucked up on straight dopamine.
It feels so good to have this much fun without getting blackout drunk…"
We danced through "Fucking Hostile," "Pull the Plug," "Enjoy the Silence," and god-knows-what-else, and spun ourselves silly. During "Total Eclipse of the Heart," Jon motioned for me to come into his arms. Of course, I obliged, blushing profusely, and he took me into his arms, swaying me side to side with my arms around his torso and his on my upper back.
He's so pretty up close…
His vantablack eyes twinkled with the dim lights, as did his soft features.
Right here is the most kissable motherfucker alive.
Without thinking, I tightened my arms around Jon and laid my head on his chest. He was taken aback at first when he suddenly loosened his grip but held me tighter as if he was trying to keep me as his. I laid my head on his chest and listened to Jon's heartbeat, which ran faster than Bullet Bill on speedball and steroids.
Am I doing anything wrong, or does he want me too?
Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and glass shatter everywhere.
"Get the fuck out now!"
I swiveled around to see Joe and Monica, both mutilated to unrecognition. Monica had jumped behind the bar counter and knocked over all the alcohol on the shelves, and Joe stood beside her, holding a lighter. Monica saw Jon and I and lunged at us.
"Jesus!"
Monica smacked me down before swinging at me with floppy fists, clocking me square in the nose. Jon tried to help me, but Joe tackled him, socking him in the stomach. I threw Monica off me and tried to kick Joe off of Jon, crying out for backup.
"Hey! Someone help us!"
As soon as those words left my lips, a stampede of beefy men and angry intoxicated girls came to our aid. Joe got knocked down, instantly thrown against the wall and socked in the face hard. I could only watch in awe as Joe, a man I couldn't even look in the eye, was effortlessly shredded to pieces.
"You heretics!"
Those words were Joe's last words before a guy grabbed a spoon and started digging out Joe's eyeballs, turning his swears into breathy screams and sobs. Watching the scene unfold, I prompted myself to grab another old spoon and lunge at Monica, who was sitting on the floor screaming at the men to stop, not doing shit about her dying husband. I tackled her to the floor and took a broken bottle, contorting her squirming body before ripping off her shirt and piercing the flesh of her thin abdomen, a pocket of thick blood bursting from the laceration and making her vocal chords raspy with how much she screamed. A random guy pinning her down with me, I got up, got a running head start, and plummeted onto her face, the heels of my boots bursting her eyeballs and nose with red, slimy fluid.
"Y/N please just stop! This won't bring back the little pussy, Chris, you called a brother!"
She did not…
Monica had the nerve to put the name of my brother she drove to suicide into her mouth. She tormented him relentlessly, telling him nobody loved him, pretending to kill his imaginary friends, and used his autism to make him do whatever she wanted, including sexual favors.
C'mon Christopher, be a man and fuck me! You don't want Whizzy to be sad, do you? He would just LOVE to see your porn star dick before he DIES OF CANCER!! Now come on, you little fa-
The memories flooded back to me of Monica's abuse towards Chris and how I was too young to fight back against her. I didn't understand that he didn't want it.
And now Chris's bones are still hanging in his bedroom…
With tears pricking at my eyes I got up, allowing Monica to hobble to her feet, a smirk teasing at her face.
Now's my chance to show Chris I love him…
Stepping up closer to Monica, my nostrils flared slightly.
"I hate you."
Monica scoffed.
"Oh really? You weren't saying that when I bought you pizza after your brother ate my pussy like he was starving! I just know he liked it when I used a little…FORCE on him, is all!"
"Chris wanted you dead."
Monica cackled, slapping her thigh before getting all up in my face.
"Then why was he so eager to fuck me and give me ALL his money when I was the only one that could save his little imaginary friend? That motherfucker needed me!"
Monica stepped closer to me.
"And all you and Chris could say was 'we love you Monica!'"
At that moment, I lost all means of composure, adrenaline shooting through my veins and my eyes red and wide as saucers. My blood was searing through my skin; it needed to dart my hands at Monica.
She's gonna regret even LOOKING at Chris.
Using one-hundred percent of my strength effortlessly, I seized Monica by the throat and slammed her down WWE-style to the floor. One of the guys pinning her down, I grabbed my spoon.
"No! Please!"
I cackled, followed by a harsh smack to her face.
"You were talking so much shit just a minute ago, and now you're crying like a little FUCKING BITCH for me to stop?"
Monica loved using that line with Chris.
"I'm sorry!" Monica cried, trying to slap my hands away.
I got up and stomped on her throat.
"Bullshit!"
I got back down and positioned my spoon at Monica's left eye.
"Chris would be so fuckin' happy to see this…"
I spread apart Monica's cyan-pigmented eyelids and started wedging the rusty spoon into her cornea, earning another strained scream from her.
"Y-You don't have to do this!" Monica tried pushing me away again.
The guy holding her down landed a violent smack to her face.
"Shut up, bitch."
I shot him a friendly smile through all my anger before slowly digging my spoon into Monica's eye again.
"Hey y'all, come watch this!"
The people who killed came and watched me torture Monica.
"Fuuuck, this is gonna be so good…"
I jabbed my spoon behind her eye, more blood seeping into the well of the spoon. At that point, Monica couldn't even scream anymore; all I heard was the attendees cheering. Deep red hues pricked and teased into the whites of her eyes while I pushed the spoon deeper, her eyeball emerging from her socket and out from under her decorated eyelids. I yanked the spoon, dislodging her eye and earning loud cheers. I stood up on top of Monica's retching body.
"Alright, who wants to keep the eyeball?"
Almost everyone raised their hands excitedly.
"Alright, let's see here…"
I chose a short girl in the back because she and I both liked Cannibal Corpse.
"You, in the Cannibal Corpse shirt! Catch!"
The girl squealed with joy as I ripped the nerve and threw her the bloody eyeball. I dug out the other eye and threw it to a big guy wearing no shirt and covered in tattoos, to which he responded by laughing,
"You crazy as shit!"
He and a group of guys came up to Monica and I.
"May we?"
"Sure!"
I stepped back and watched the scene unfold, my body trembling with sheer dopamine. One guy had picked her up by the wrists with ONE hand and hung her from a ceiling beam like a piñata. I grabbed a half-drank Heineken left on the floor and looked for Jon when the men had their ways with Monica, violating her in every manner, from sexually to emotionally, to straight-up physically.
"Yeah, take this fucking knife in your saggy ass, you brother-fucking cow!"
"Tsk…making my bro fuck your fishy cunt when you can't even suck dick? What a fucking ingrate…"
"I bet you had your first time with your dad, you little pissy shit-whore slut!"
I took another sip of my beer, getting into the closet where the exit was.
I need to find Jon soon…
I was about to leave when I got called back to where the guys and Monica were.
"Yo! You in the closet! Come out here you crazy motherfucker!"
I opened the door to see every attendee, including Sid, forming an aisle leading me to Monica's now naked and mutilated body. She was barely holding onto life.
"Will you do the honors?" One of the men asked, holding out a dull, rusty box cutter.
I happily obliged, approaching Monica while drawing the box cutter.
"Monica…"
All she could do was cough up semen and blood.
"You may think you're hot shit and that all the poor men you manipulated are groveling at your feet…"
I stepped closer.
"But all you are is a fucking disease that they just happened to catch."
I angrily drew the blade to her throat.
"…and I'm the cure."
I jabbed the blade deep into Monica's jugular vein and ripped it through pale flesh all the way to the other side, almost completing a 360. The bar attendees cheered while they watched Monica choke and bleed pathetically down her face. I dropped the boxcutter like a microphone and stood in the crowd to watch Monica die, finishing my beer. I earned pats on the back and cheers of my name.
"Damn bro, you fucked her up!"
"MAD respect, dawg."
Turns out I wasn't the only one Monica messed with.
I want to see Jon.
Nudging my way through the crowd, I exited the bar through the closet. Once I reached the snowy surface, I saw Jon sitting in the alleyway where we used to hang out.
"Jon!"
He turned to me, flashing his pretty smile.
"Hi Y/N!"
I hurried over to him and sat down next to him.
"Why'd you leave?"
Jon sighed, his smile fading slightly.
"It was just…too much."
I immediately went to comfort him. I hated seeing Jon like this.
"Oh no I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I didn't look for you or fu-"
Jon put a finger to my lips.
"It's okay, Y/N! You need to stop apologizing so damn much…"
Jon chuckled, putting his arm around me. I laid my head against his shoulder and looked up at the snow. It was strangely beautiful to me.
"Besides, it wasn't even your fault! That bitch had it coming." Jon said, snuggling into me a little more.
I chuckled.
"Couldn't've said it better myself…"
I yawned, and without thinking, I wrapped my arms around Jon and buried my face in his neck. He pulled away slightly, taken aback and flushed.
Fuck!
I pulled away as well, scrambling to give Jon space.
"Shit, I'm sorry…"
Jon immediately scrambled back to me.
"Oh no, no, no, no I didn’t-…I mean I-…I liked it!"
My heart jumped out of my throat and into his hands.
"Oh…uh..."
Y/N, you idiot…
Jon broke the awkward silence by asking,
"Y/N, I'm just gonna say this straight up because I need to know; Do you love me?"
I froze, shellshocked by what I heard. Without holding back, I drunkenly blurted,
"Yes, Jonathan! I love you so much. I can't even spend a living minute without thinking about you! You're the only thing giving me hope in life, and I hope I did too with yours. You know why? Because I fucking love you! I would go through a fate worse than hell for you! I would give up everything in my life just to see your…BEAUTIFUL smile! Every night I hug my pillow and pretend it's you, and it's the only way I can sleep! I would do anything for you! I would buy you anything and everything I can't afford! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!"
Jon's face got burnt to a crisp. He never given that kind of dedication from anyone other than his mother.
"Y/N, I…" Jon stuttered, shifting in his place.
I scooched back, my eyes burning with tears.
I just ruined my relationship with him, like I ALWAYS FUCKING DO! I ruin everything!
"I'm really sorry, Jon. I'll leave you alone."
Before I could leave, Jon instantly grabbed me and pulled my face an inch from his, holding it in deep devotion.
"I love you too, Y/N."
He pulled me in and connected his soft lips to mine.
HOLY FUCK, WHAT?
My stomach jumped out of my anus, and my head raced.
Is it getting hot out here, in this snowy weather?
I hugged around his upper back and pulled myself in closer to Jon, deepening the kiss. He hummed, moving one of his hands to the back of my head, taking off my hat before scratching and massaging my scalp.
He's so perfect…
I moved my hand up to his head, letting go of all my nerves completely. I buried my fingers in his dreads and caressed his soft cheek with my thumb. Jon wrapped his legs around me to get closer, more blush spreading across my cheeks. I buried myself into him, wrapping my jacket inside his so there would be no space between us. Jon broke the kiss, still holding me in the cuddly position.
"You're a good kisser, Y/N."
I smiled, nuzzling his cute nose.
"So are you, Jonathan Howsmon Davis."
Jon giggled and pulled me in closer with his legs, shifting me over so my back was against the brick wall.
"I love you so much, Y/N. I always have…"
I pecked his lips.
"I love you more."
Jon kissed me again, this time a little more passionate, turning the kiss into a sweet makeout session.
I feel so safe under him…
Jon pulled away.
"You look so flustered, isn't this what you wanted?"
I stammered,
"Oh no, no, I want this, it's just…"
Jon cocked his head to the side.
"You're so fuckin pretty, it hurts." I finished my sentence, pulling him in for a harder kiss.
Jon kissed me back, grunting as he shifted more onto me, pinning me against the brick wall. He squished my face into his with his hands, starting to eat at my lips a little.
I need him so bad…
I moved my hands to his hair and face when he moved his to the small of my back, enveloping me into him and allowing me to bring him closer. His skin was softer than anything ever felt under my calloused fingertips. His hair was so long and frizzy; I could hold onto it for hours. EVERYTHING about this man was absolutely perfect in every way.
"I've been wanting this for so long…" I breathed in between kisses, lost in his pretty face up close.
Jon smiled again, nuzzling into me and pecking my red cheek.
"Me too."
We continued to lazily make out, snuggled in each other's jackets and making up for all the missed time we could have spent together. I felt like I could disappear into his arms and snuggle him forever. Jon's fuzzy hair surrounded my face while he straddled my lap and held my head sweetly. Our noses and eyelashes fluttered on each other under large snowflakes, more slow songs playing in the background. When we weren't kissing and nuzzling, we just gazed into each other's pretty eyes for a few seconds before kissing again.
He's so soft…
Jon pulled an unopened beer from his jacket pocket and cracked it open against the wall. He took a sip before offering me the bottle, to which I obliged to him feeding me like that. From then on, gentle beer kisses and sweet nothings got shared between us. As we finished the bottle, there was more tipsy shifting and growing lustful tension, both of us wanting more than just cuddles.
"My pretty baby…" Jon murmured before tilting my head backwards and planting sweet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making me gasp and bite my lip.
When Jon said those words and kissed my neck, my heart rate went from zero to infinity. Kissing Jon was every nightly desire come true; my fantasies had become realities. I felt my nether regions tingle in my thick, baggy jeans. I ran my fingers up and down his hot body under his jacket, raking my fingernails over his sensitive spots, making him whimper against my neck.
Fuck, his noises are so hot…
I could feel Jon's erection poking at my lower tummy as he started shifting on my lap.
He's so desperate, it's so cute…
Jon pulled away, crashing his lips back into mine while gripping the sides of my face again. My fingers trailed down to his waist, feeling all over his hot back.
"I want you bad, Y/N…" Jon husked between kisses, biting and tugging my bottom lip.
I slid my cold fingers under his shirt, making him yelp.
"I want you more, Jon…"
I latched my mouth onto his neck, feeling up his sides and hairy chest.
Now I'm in charge…
I snaked my hands down to his hips, dangerously close to his crotch.
"Oh fuck, Y/N, please…"
Jon was already at my mercy, begging me to touch him. I continued teasing around his throbbing cock, licking and sucking hickeys all over his neck. He was a moaning mess on my lap, like a little slut in heat. I snickered against his neck.
"You want me to touch you, baby?"
Jon buried his face in the crook of my neck and nodded frantically. I removed my hands from him and whispered in his ear,
"Use your words…"
Jon thrust hard into my hand and begged,
"Please, Y/N…make me cum all over your hand…or mouth…or pussy, I don't fucking care which…"
I got up, helping a whining Jonathan up with me.
"Let's go somewhere a bit more private…"
Jon followed me around the front of the building to my truck. He was practically shaking from my hands, making me shiver with anticipation at how he would take revenge on me later. I opened the back of my truck and turned on my lantern next to an old mattress.
"Shall we?" I asked, hopping inside.
Jon scrambled into the back of my truck, desperate to have my hands on him.
"Fuck yes…"
I stood up and closed the opening.
"Unzip your pants, babe."
Jon unbuckled his belt and pulled down his black khakis just past his ass, his erect cock stretching the fabric of his red boxers. He laid down, ready for me.
"C'mere…"
I slowly crept towards Jon, like a predator catching its prey, then I pounced on top of him, slamming my hips down onto his member.
"Oh fuck!"
Jon threw his head back and moaned helplessly, bucking his hips into my beaver. I bit my lip, holding my hips down for Jon to grind against, feeling powerful on top of him. I quietly whimpered when his bulge rubbed against my clit.
"You're so fucking hot…I need to go down on you…" I groaned, lifting up Jon's shirt and trailing hungry kisses down his hairy torso, him squealing when I nibbled at his nipple.
When I reached Jon's crotch area, it was warm and throbbing for me, a strangely comforting and cuddly feeling, even though it was a sexual situation. Jon whined when I cupped his clothed nuts and traced my tongue along his trapped length, placing kisses on his swollen tip through the elastic fabric. I teasingly nuzzled Jon's tip with my nose and kissed down his shaft to his balls, earning cute twitches from his cock. I slowly licked up between his nads and trailing lightly at the base of his cock with my fingers.
He's so cute, it hurts…
I turned my head to the side and put his shaft in my mouth corn-on-the-cob-style. I moved up and down, my tongue tracing the bulging muscle on the front.
"Oh, Y/N…" Jon keened, gripping my hair and humping into my face desperately.
I gripped Jon's erection and started slowly stroking him through his boxers, making his pretty little head fall back and making whimpers tumble from his cute lips. Continuing the teasing with my mouth while I stroked him, I cooed,
"You're so cute when you're all flustered like that…"
Finally gathering up enough strength to say something clearly, he replied with,
"Just imagine what you'll be like later…"
Feeling challenged, I yanked down Jon's underwear and sucked his tip hard, making him gasp and turning his cocky words into loud moans. Snickering at his duality, I slowed down again, sliding my wet tongue all over his tip sweetly while looking up into the prettiest eyes to ever exist. In between tingly licks, I pressed loving, gentle kisses to Jon's tip, precum sticking to my lips. When Jon bucked his hips into my face and groaned, I decided to stop teasing. I started pumping his wet shaft at a medium pace and sucking hard, twisting my neck different ways and putting my tongue on the bottom of his dick while I sucked his soul out, earning the sexiest moans and whimpers any ears could experience. Jon's grip on my hair pushed me down to deepthroat him, making me grip onto his feminine thighs for extra endurance.
"Oh my god, Y/N, you're so good at that…Oh shit!"
Jon yelped when I spread his legs out and started going faster, squeezing his nuts lightly. The saliva dripping from my occupied tongue trailed into the hand that squeezed Jon, lubing up his sensitive areas and making him lose his damn mind down my throat. Jon desperately fucked my face, rambling curses and praises while nearly ripping out my hair. I flicked my tongue wherever it could and went deeper, fitting Jon's whole shaft down my throat and increasing suction at the back of my throat.
"You're gonna make me bust twelve nuts at once, fuck…"
Already soaking wet, I ground my clothed pussy into the heel of my boot, needy for friction while I continued blowing Jon hard for the next several moments; I lost track of time in a fit of desire. I looked up at Jon again while he was nearing his orgasm, earning the view of a pretty head tilted back all the way and a spotted neck above a dark green heavy jacket.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, good god, Y/N you're so…" Jon stammered, my wet, tight mouth driving him to insanity.
Once I started gagging, I pulled off and slobbered all over his cock, pumping his squelching cock with a vice-grip. Jon's pretty unit glistened in the lantern's light, all red, throbbing, and tingly. I dived back down and continued my attack, arching my ass up in the air and going all the way down, more precum leaking down my throat. My tongue explored him, tasting his desire for me.
"Oh god, oh my-oh shit!!"
Warm, salty, delicious ribbons of semen shot down my throat for each one of Jon's strained moans as he tugged on the roots of my hair, making me whimper a bit. He desperately fucked into my face, drunk on both beer and his need to cum. I took every drop down my throat, like I had always fantasized. Once Jon was done, he shakily leaned forward and caressed my raised ass.
"That was the best…fucking head…I've ever gotten…even compared to my own hand…" He panted, giving my butt cheek a squeeze.
I hummed and licked the remaining cum up his shaft teasingly, planting more sweet kisses to the tip, making him twitch and groan.
"Fuckin' tease…" Jon growled, smacking my ass.
I gasped and whimpered on his cock, not used to him being all dominant like that. My time was over.
"C'mere…" Jon said again, trailing his hand up my back.
I sat up and straddled his lap, looking down at his cute face and caressing it.
"Hi…" I giggled tipsily.
"Hey…" Jon replied before suddenly whirling me around, throwing me down under him with my back hitting the thin mattress.
I could feel my panties overflowing as my dominant demeanor dropped. Jon was in control now.
"We might wanna go home for what I'm about to do…" He breathed, his teeth scraping against the shell of my ear.
I trembled underneath Jon, feeling up his body as I nodded, both of us leaving the truck. We took a tense bus ride to my apartment, and once we arrived, we ran out, throwing the driver a dollar. Once the bus was gone, Jon lunged at my lips, grabbing me by the face and pulling me into him. I hugged around his waist and raked my nails up his back again, groping and scratching wherever I could reach. Jon pushed me to the stairs, traveling with me on his lips the whole way up to my apartment.
"Fuck…"
I fumbled with my keys to find the right one, Jon leering behind me impatiently, needing to fuck my brains out. Once I found the key and unlocked the door, Jon grabbed me and pinned me up against the wall, slamming the door behind him with his foot. He crashed his lips into mine, gripping my face hard enough to break my jaw while I shifted into him as much as possible, raking my fingers under his shirt after he took off his jacket. I quickly put down my purse before pulling into Jon harder.
"Mmh-.…" Jon moaned into my mouth at the mercy of my cold fingers.
Jon gripped my hair, and his tongue slithered between my teeth into my mouth, challenging my tongue to a battle for dominance (his obviously won).
I've always wanted his sexy body pressed up against mine…
Still making out, Jon led me to my pullout couch bed I slept on and pushed me down onto it, crawling on top of me. After giving me one last peck, he removed his shirt and undid his belt, throwing both on the floor. He came back down and started kissing my neck again, sucking and harshly biting my throat while pulling my hair, drawing an erotic whimper between my lips. Jon did his signature chuckle against my neck.
"Told you…"
I wrapped my legs around Jon's waist and humped into his crotch, making him groan against my neck.
"So…so…desperate…"
He took off my jacket and shirt, throwing it with his clothes.
"So pretty…"
Pale hands and long fingers immediately latched to my breasts, squeezing the plump flesh through my bra in an insane and hungry manner, making me dizzy with arousal. I was helpless under Jonathan, so pathetic I couldn't even speak. All I could do was whine and whimper into his mouth as we ate each other's lips hungrily.
"Please…Please, Jon, let's fuck…" I keened, my face hot and flushed a deep red.
Jon bit his lip, wanting nothing more than to pound me open.
"…I'm gonna need to prep you first…"
Yanking off my bra, Jon lunged at my tits, not caring what they looked like enough to look at them first. He buried his face between them, enjoying my warm skin against the sides of his face and leaving purple hickeys. My breath hitched in my throat, stopped by his demanding mouth. I gasped when Jon's tongue glided to my nipple and started sliding around comfortably, the tiny tingles in my chest and cunt making me whimper more. I helplessly ran my fingers through his dreads roughly while he gently attacked my tits, making him hum at the feeling and crack a smirk against my nip. More hickeys were sucked and bitten onto my chest and neck, making sure to leave no bald spots. Jon pulled back to admire the number he did on my chest, now covered in deep purple and red blotches.
I love his biting love language…
While he was up, I took the ample time to admire how pretty Jonathan is, running my fingers around his thin waist, his soft chest and tummy, his body hair that was strangely comforting, like every other part of him.
He's nothing short of an angel…
Completely smitten, I sat up under Jon and started kissing his chest, feeling his warm skin under my lips while still feeling up his body. I tugged down his pants a little, signaling them to come off. He obliged and pulled them off, only wearing red boxers bearing a throbbing erection before flashing a sexy smirk and pushing me back down.
"Be patient, Y/N…"
Jon nuzzled between my ribs before trailing kisses down my tummy, stopping at my pelvis, the anticipation of my wet pussy on his lips making me shiver. He undid my belt and pulled down my pants, throwing them onto the pile on the floor. When I looked down, I swear Jon was drooling when he saw my panty-clad core.
What a great day to wear gray panties…
Jon could see every ounce of wetness caused by him for himself; he could see, feel, and taste what he did.
"Oh my god…" Jon groaned before tearing off my panties hungrily, needing my pussy like oxygen.
He took a second to look at his midnight snack, a string of drool dripping onto my throbbing clit, making me bite my lip. Jon dived down to nip at my inner thighs, trying with all his being not to immediately start eating me out. I whined, and my pussy twitched, needing Jon's mouth. Unable to contain himself, he swiftly attached his mouth to my soaking cunt, nudging his mouth between my red, puffy folds and tasting my wetness.
"Mmh…you taste…so good…"
Jon slowly started licking up and down with his long tongue, making me gasp every time his tongue flicked against my clit. He snickered against me when he heard my little noises, proud of his dizzying tongue skills. My poor cunny was engulfed between Jon's pretty lips as he suckled on my clit, circling it with his tongue.
"Ah…Jon…that feels so-…good……" I whimpered and moaned helplessly, pushing back the dreads in his angelic face.
Moving his head side to side, Jon snaked his long fingers to tease around my entrance before easing two into it. Tingly sensations shot up and down my spine, producing more wetness to coat Jon's mouth and chin.
"Oh god….tastes so fucking good….." Jon huffed into my messy cunny, pumping his fingers faster and slurping my whole pussy hungrily.
I could feel the knot in my tummy start to tighten to the point of unraveling while Jon pushed his mouth deeper, paying the most attention to my clit.
"Oh my god, Jon….please don't stop….I'm gonna cum…." I whined, followed by more pathetic inaudible moaning.
Jon's actions became desperate, him moaning into my pussy while he devoured me senseless and punched my g-spot swiftly.
"Ah, fuck!" I squealed, my pussy pulsating as I released in Jon's pretty mouth, my back arching almost ninety degrees and my pussy magnetically attached to Jon's mouth.
He moaned relentlessly and drank up all my juices, swallowing me whole and trying to get more like he was starving. With a loud pop, Jon released my quivering pussy from his mouth, crawling back up to my eye-level with a cum-coated grin.
"How was that?"
My face red, I replied shakily,
"Fucking crazy…"
I pulled him back down to kiss me, tasting my salty cum on his lips.
"Ew…" I giggled, nuzzling his cute nose.
Jon snickered and pecked my lips again.
"Yum."
I was oblivious to the party upstairs until "Closer" started playing right as Jon crawled back up to me.
Shit's going down…
I fired a Kubrick stare at Jon and started teasing his erect cock with my fingers again while taking off his boxers, a pretty cock springing out, ready to fuck.
"Oh god, Y/N…"
Jon violently shoved my legs over his shoulders, throwing me upside down and angling me so he could pile-drive me insane. Leering down at me, he slapped his tip on my wet entrance, triggering a quiet moan and a lip bite in both of us.
~~you let me violate you~~
Jon slowly pushed himself inside me, his teeth gritting when he hit contact with my tight insides.
"Shit…" I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head while I squeezed his unit hard.
With that, Jon started moving in in and out slowly, leaning forward a bit to get closer to me. I could feel his cock breaking my pussy in, claiming it as its new home.
~~I broke apart my insides…~~
"You good?" Jon breathed, subdued by my vice grip.
I nodded, needing him to go faster. He leaned forward more to hold himself up on my shoulders at a dizzying angle that could have anyone screaming in no time. Jon changed his pace from slow to medium, both of us choking out heated whimpers and moans. It was like our genitals were becoming inseparable friends, like a magnetic field inside me.
The view is so beautiful…
Jon smeared his face with desperation, his chest hair, eyes, and forehead shining with sweat in my dimly-lit apartment, tints of dark orange and yellow saturating him into the dark, raggedy, peeling room. I felt up his skinny waist, him fitting easily in my hands while I trailed them all over his back and torso.
"Ahh…."
Jon's movements turned into thrusts as he held onto my leg for leverage, kissing it between loud moans.
I swear, his moans could kill god…they're so hot, holy fucking Christ…
"oh-Oh god, Jon, fuck!…." I cried when Jon snapped his hips into my g-spot.
~~help me get away from myself…~~
~~I wanna fuck you like an animal…~~
I cried out when Jon slammed himself forward to clasp his hand around my throat and pummel my g-spot repeatedly, groaning and pussydrunk.
"I'm using…this-oh fuck!- this pretty pussy tonight…"
With an erotic moan, I thrusted back into him and did a Kegel, causing a yelp to jump from Jon's chest before he fell down to me.
"Do that again…"
I squeezed another cock-crushing Kegel around Jon's throbbing cock, earning the hottest whimper known to this earth right in my ear.
"…so good to me…"
His groans becoming carnal, and dangerous, Jon gripped the roots of my hair and starting pounding me into oblivion, my g-spot crying from all the battery. It felt like we fused together, like a loud, sweaty, horny creature whimpering, moaning, and producing every bodily fluid possible.
~~you can have my everything…~~
I hooked my arms under Jon's lean shoulders, pulling his chest to mine and squishing my boobs under his.
Empty space isn't allowed between us…
Still gripping my hair, Jon scooched up, buried his face in the top of my head, and rammed into me harder, both of us groaning and shaking at the feeling of each other.
"Oh my god, Y/N…so….so…tight…..shit!"
I violently raked my nails down Jon's back, sending each other straight to paradise and desperate for more. Jon's growls turned into loud whimpers, pleas, and cries as he struck my g-spot even faster at the mercy of my fingernails.
"You feel s-so good, Jon…..I've b-been wanting th-this for so long…." I finally managed to choke out through erotic noises.
Jon crashed his lips into mine, gripping my throat and jaw with brute force and sloppily pounding my cunt open.
"I have too…but I didn't-…know you'd be…this crazy…"
Jon reached his hand down to flick my clit, making me squeak and dig my nails harder. He groaned loudly, and his head fell to the crook of my neck.
~~my existence is flawed...~~
~~you get me closer to god…~~
Jon choked out various whimpers and loud, desperate moans into my ear, holding me down and pounding my gushing pussy open.
"Fuck, Jon…!" I yelped when he deepened his thrusts to the maximum and flicked my clit faster.
With a slutty groan, Jon bit down harshly on my neck, moaning on the marked skin,
"You're so fucking good….dirty slut…"
I hooked my legs around his hips and buried my face in his shoulder. Sounds of clapping, pornographic cries, and the painfully erotic song in the background seeped into my dim, filthy apartment. If I had not been horny, I would have cried tears of joy.
I dreamed about being with Jon for so long…It's just as amazing as I imagined…
I needed this pretty boy in my life and I finally have him…I love him so much…
I smothered kisses wherever I could reach on Jon's hot, sweaty skin, addicted to every part of him and never wanting to let go. He cried out when I bit down on his chest. Taking the hint, I bit another part of his chest and left a dark red hickey, my g-spot being destroyed in the process, distracting me and making me nearly fall back in a fit of slutty moaning.
"Shit, Y/N, I'm close…." Jon choked into my ear, followed by a harsh bite on my neck.
The dizzying feeling of nirvana crept into my tummy, my walls twitching on Jon's throbbing cock.
"Oh god, yes! Right there…" My back arched, and my head craned backwards into my pillow.
Thank god Livvie's out on a business trip…
"Fuck, Y/N!" Jon cried out, grabbing my hips and leaning backwards, exposing his decorated neck.
~~you are the reason I stay alive…~~
Jon's pretty eyes were fixated on my pussy gripping him, my thighs clapping at an inhumane speed against his.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!!"
When the song ended, Jon released strings of hot cum into me, quickly followed by a euphoric wave crashing over me and my pussy coming undone with my cum while I rubbed my clit. Jon's signature growls and whimpers trailed to my buried ears, causing my pussy to squeeze more cum out of Jon. Once we finished, Jon collapsed onto me, panting heavily into my neck. I heaved hot breaths under Jon and rubbed his clawed back, planting a sweet kiss on his shoulder. We laid there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend how happy we were with each other.
"…you good?..." I breathed, feeling the back of his neck.
Jon nodded.
"…yeah…what about you?...you doin' alright?"
Jon raised himself up and caressed my red cheek. I smiled up at him and said,
"Never better."
Leaning back on his knees, Jon reached out for my hands, taking them and pulling me to him, catching me in his arms.
"Round two?" Jon asked, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
I ran my hands up his thighs and obliged, desperate for more. Jon held my face sweetly and pecked my lips.
"Ride me?"
When I heard those words, I toppled on top of Jon and positioned his tip at my entrance.
"Anything for you, Jonathan Davis…"
Flashing a dangerous grin, Jon smacked my ass and grabbed my hips.
"Such an impatient little whore…"
With a bone-breaking grip on my hips, Jon started grinding my cunt against his shaft, his head falling back in tingly pleasure.
"So wet…feels so good…"
I instinctively tried to buck my hips forward, but Jon spanked me again, tightening his grip.
"My pace."
With that, I continued to let Jon get off on my pussy, biting my lip and moaning quietly at the feeling of his hard cock against my clit. When Jon let go of my hips a bit due to the pleasure, I leaned back and held myself up, my hands on his knees. I started shoving my pussy farther into Jon's shaft, making him groan and completely engulfing it with my folds, leaning my head back and splaying out my boobs. Shortly, Jon pushed me off and huffed,
"Alright, NOW you can ride me..."
I snickered, swinging a leg over his and wrapping my arm around his neck, using the other to position his tip at my entrance. As soon as the head entered me, my eyes rolled back into my head.
"Ohhh my fucking god…" I groaned, pushing myself deeper.
Jon craned his neck back and moaned loudly while my pussy swallowed his cock whole. I felt so powerfu, like I had him in the palm of my hand. I slowly started moving up and down, clenching his cock like Andre the Giant was squeezing it in a massive fist. In mere minutes, Jon changed from a cocky dickhead to a whimpering, pleading mess inside me.
"God, I love you…" Jon growled, weaving his fingers into my hair and grabbing my face before pulling my lips to his.
When I sank down, I moaned pathetically into his mouth, squeezing my thighs around his.
"I love you more… I pulled away and wrapped my arms around Jon's neck, angling my pussy better to fit his fat cock.
Resting my head against the wall behind Jon, I picked up the pace, arching my back for maximum ass-bouncing efficiency. My walls crushed his cock so hard it made his head spin like he was getting fucked senseless instead of me.
"Ahhh Y/N!!" Jon cried, so deep in euphoria that he was nearly overstimulated.
Feeling too powerful, I went faster, overstimulating him and making him squeal like a little girl. He twitched rapidly underneath me, gripping my hips so hard it nearly broke the thick skin down there. I kept going, enjoying seeing Jon writhe underneath me. Trying to get revenge, Jon started sucking my left nipple and flicking my clit hard, triggering a pornographic moan to fall from my lips and more wetness to gather on his cock.
His dick is so sensitive, it's so cute…
I looked at him while bouncing with a Kubrick stare through my shaggy, long black hair, resembling a sex gremlin with tits. This attribute turned him on to the maximum.
"Fuck, you're so hot, Y/N…I wanna fucking destroy you…"
Speeding up more until I hit my maximum speed and depth, I pounded myself onto Jon's dick hard, the moaning and clapping louder than ever in the heated room. I rode this man like I would never walk again, unable to get my hands or pussy off his hot body.
"Oh god! Right there!!"
"Shit, Y/N!"
Jon suddenly trapped me in a big bear hug and slammed up into me rapidly, needing to cum more than anything. I hugged my arms around his neck and squeaked and whimpered into his ear, making him growl various praises to me.
"Fuuuck, you're gonna be the death of me…"
"You're gonna make me cum again, baby…"
"You want me to make you squirt like a little dirty slut, huh?"
Jon rolled over on top again, positioned my ass was in the air, and pounded me fast and violent like a hungry animal catching its prey.
…the best way to die…
I could feel butterflies raving in my stomach as my climax neared its time. I could tell Jon was close too.
…shit, do I need to pee or am I gonna squirt?...
"Oh my god, Y/N I'm cumming!!"
"Me too, oh fuck!"
A harsh stream of wetness shot from me onto Jon's sexy pelvis, soaking his nuts and pubes.
"Oh my fucking god, Y/N…that was so hot…"
Jon flicked my clit with his fingers so fast it made my head spin while he kept fucking me, trying to cum again. The pleasure of him continuing with me after I came and him flicking my clit hard made me bury my face into the pillows and twitch violently, squeaking like a mouse and tears pricking at my eyes. I could hear him nearly screaming as he and I came close to our second orgasms.
"Oh god, oh my- fuck!!" Jon cried out as he fucked the living daylights out of my twitching cunny.
Once he finished, Jon lazily flipped me around and gently laid beside me. When I saw him, his eyes glistened, and he was panting. I turned on my side to face him and wrapped my arms and legs around him like a koala, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Awww." Jon beamed, turning to face me and wrapping me in his comfy arms.
I snuggled up into his chest, happier than ever before.
…I finally have him all to myself…
Jon kissed my head repeatedly, just as happy as I was. We lay there panting for a few minutes before Jon said,
"…glad I could get that off my chest…"
I hugged him tighter.
"…me too, honey bun…"
He chuckled and nuzzled my hair.
"…are you sleepy?..."
"…not really…just relaxed…" I replied, my eyes slowly fluttering.
Jon took a thick strand of my hair into his mouth.
"…i'm hungry…wanna order pizza and watch movies?..."
My stomach growled right as he said that. I hadn't eaten dinner yet and it was almost midnight.
"…mmh…yes please…"
Jon sat up groggily, bringing me up with him. He was strong despite his skinny frame. My head fell on his shoulder, still hugging him. He quietly laughed.
"Babyyy, I need to get the phone…"
I sighed, not wanting to let go.
"…ok, but i'm coming with you…"
Jon chuckled,
"Fiiine…"
Jon struggled to get up with my arms around him, but he finally managed to do so, butt-naked and dizzyingly happy. I shuffled with him to the telephone, hugging him from behind around his skinny waist.
"What kind do you want?"
"…pepperoni and onion…"
"Me too."
Jon dialed Tony's Pizzeria lazily, resting his tired head against the wall.
"Yeah, hi. One large pepperoni and onion pizza please…yeah thanks, see you…"
Jon hung up, turning around to give me a big bear hug.
"I love you."
I nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you more, Jonathan…"
Jon picked me up, straining a bit.
"Lies."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him.
"Truths."
Jon carried me back to the bed and laid me down, crawling onto me. He kissed my cheeks sweetly.
"Yeah, well I love you just as much…"
Before I could protest, Jon kissed my lips.
"You better not say shit…"
I laughed, pulling him into me. He giggled against my neck, pecking it softly.
"Okay, fine…you win…"
Jon laughed evilly and laid beside me, pulling me into his chest and stroking my hair. I koala-hugged him again, squishing my cheek against his chest.
…he's all mine now…he's my boyfriend…or at least he's acting like it…
I couldn't believe it; the boy I had loved since I was a freshman in high school was holding me tight in my bed, squeezing me and kissing me because he loved me.
He loves me…?
Even though Jon told me he loved me and fucked the dogshit out of me, I couldn't convince myself that he, let alone anyone, liked or loved me; I hated myself so much. In the time spent in silence cuddling, I had time to think.
I hate thinking so much.
I felt stinging tears well in my eyes.
…he's too good for me…he's out of my league…i'm such a piece of shit…
Jon noticed my sniffling and immediately sat up, pulling me into another hug.
"Oh god, baby…what's wrong?"
Jon pulled away and held my face, wiping away my tears. When I saw his concerned expression, I sobbed, burying my face in his bare shoulder. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back, sweetly muttering words of comfort to me.
"It's okay Y/N, take your time, baby…"
Embarrassing sobs escaped my eyes, nose, and mouth as I tried to explain myself.
"I…I just…"
I broke down again, Jon humming and stroking my hair.
"I…I hate myself so much… and I keep thinking I'm forcing you into this…and that nobody actually loves me when they say they do; I think they're lying…"
I felt like I was talking out of my butt right to my high school crush.
"…baby…why would I say I love you if I didn't mean it?"
That contradicted all my illogical thinking, stumping me.
"I….I dunno…I-I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense…" I replied, feeling helpless.
Jon held my face, caressing my cheeks and gazing lovingly into my eyes.
"Y/N, You're my best friend, well, now you're more than that but you WERE my best friend all throughout high school. You loved me like no one else. Why would I think you weren't good enough for me?"
I hung my head in embarrassment.
"I…I dunno…I'm sorry Jon, I just-"
Jon cut me off by connecting his lips to mine for a long kiss. He held the small of my back, and I moved my hands to his hair and around his neck.
"Don't apologize, Y/N…There's no need to…I love you…
We continued sweetly making out, just like we did in the snow. My bare skin locked with his, and it felt so good; rough hands ran along my back tattoos, tracing my shoulder blades and my ribs. I played with his dreadlocks with one hand while trailing the other one all over his shoulders and chest, him humming at my gentle touch. It felt like I was in heaven, like an angel blessed me with Jon. We kept making out sweetly until we suddenly heard a loud knock, startling us both. When we realized we were completely naked, Jon panicked, quickly throwing on his boxers and a random hoodie while I got up and searched my purse for a five dollar bill. Once I found it, I passed it to Jon, and he opened the door, blushing profusely.
"H…Hey, what's up?" Jon stuttered when he opened the door.
The delivery guy chuckled and said,
"Nothin' much, thanks for the cash, you have a good one."
"You too."
Once the door closed, Jon set down the pizza on the kitchen counter and lunged back at me, tackling me in another big bear hug.
"Jonathan!" I squealed, caught off guard.
He laughed and kissed me again, resuming our makeout session. Jon set me on his lap, allowing me to envelop his neck in my arms and comfortably hold him while he gently held my waist, rubbing my back sweetly.
"…we should probably eat that before it gets cold..."
Jon's tummy growled.
"Agreed."
Putting on a pair of boxers, a comfy Aerosmith t-shirt, and a thick, fluffy hoodie, I snuggled up next to Jon, who had already turned on The X-Files and was waiting for me with pizza and open arms before I came to him. Engulfed in each other, we finished our pizza and binged countless episodes, our minds calmed and forgetting about the earlier events.
…I have him now…that's all that matters…
At around two in the morning, Jon flopped his head against my chest and asked me to turn off the TV. We were both unbearably sleepy.
"…can I turn on my fan?..."
"…i was just about to ask you that…i hate silence…"
I carefully laid sleeping beauty down and turned on my fan, taking my sleeping meds and brushing my teeth on the way back. Jon used my toothbrush after me, which I somehow found adorable. Once I got back, I nestled into Jon's chest under thick, fluffy blankets and held him close. He dragged his fingers through my scalp, creating the effect of a horse tranquilizer.
…he's magic…
Jon sleepily placed tiny kisses on my embraced head, nuzzling my scalp with his nose and fingers.
"…i love you so much, Jon…i wanna be your S/O…" I murmured, feeling his arms tighten around me.
"…i'm all yours, Y/N…i'm your boyfriend…i love you too; so, so, so, so much…"
My sleepy head lay in Jon's protective arms, under warm blankets as I drifted into a deep sleep, never having slept that peacefully since I was in a coma. I remember dreaming about some guy dressed as a celery stick and buying a house where Jim Carrey was my realtor. It was a nice dream, in sweet arms, in a comfy bed.
…i never had all three until now…
…i love him so much…
THE NEXT MORNING:
"…oh and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT?!?!-"
…..fwoooosh…..
krkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkr…..
The rattling windows and snowstorm outside awoke me from my dream, groggy eyes still closed and my surroundings still unclear. I felt well-rested, like I had slept for several days. I huddled back in my blankets and lay with my eyes closed and a familiar essence surrounding me. It was a comforting essence, like one of a sleepy cat. Once I noticed the arms loosely draped around me, I slowly fluttered my eyes open, coming face-to-face with an adorable sleeping Jonathan. My heart immediately warmed when I remembered the night before; all the revenge, fighting, cuddling, kissing, and a nice hardcore fuck. I gave Jon a light kiss on his nose and closed my eyes again, too sleepy and cuddly to think about my internal struggles. Jon's soft embrace and warmth melted my troubles like an ice cube in hot tea, making me sleepy. I felt myself drifting in and out of sleep, Jim and the celery guy reappearing to try and sell me an inexpensive but great house. It was a one-story shack-like abode with a dirty, stone-floored basement and a couch and TV right in the middle of all the filth.
…perfect for me and jon…
Once I woke up again, I huddled up to Jon as stealthily as possible, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep. However, soon after I cuddled him, he shifted semi-consciously and instinctively hugged me close to him, groaning a bit in his sleepy state. I hugged Jon tighter and kissed his nose again, humming in his warm embrace. The frigid, howling winds outside my apartment calmed me down as I fell asleep one more time, a warm snuggle engulfing me into another dream about Jim and the celery man. This time, it was a recap of the night before, the celery man sharpening a celery stick and slitting Monica's throat with it, then Jim Carrey delivering a cheesy one-liner, then chopping her in half with an axe.
"How you like them celery sticks?-"
FWOOOSH
When my eyes fluttered open, my face got buried in a Pantera hoodie, and my scalp massaged gently. Jon was awake. I hummed and wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight. He giggled, ruffling my hair.
"…g'morning…"
"…g'morning…" I murmured, snuggling him a little harder.
Jon rubbed my head a little more, still being gentle. I hummed against him at the relaxing feeling.
"you're making me sleepy…"
Jon giggled and kissed the top of my head.
"mmh…can't have that happening, It's already 2:35 p.m…"
"oh really?..."
"yeah."
Jon sat up, resting his head on the headboard, leaving my sleepy head in his lap. I huddled up into him like a sleepy dog, trying to get as close as possible to him.
"Babe, if you do that you're gonna give me morning wood." Jon laughed, pulling me up into his chest and stroking my hair.
"…mmh, sorry hon…" I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"It's okay, baby…no need to apologize…"
I love Jon so much. He makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside, kills the alcoholic drug addict in me, and makes me a cuddly bastard…
After a few moments of warm cuddles and random conversation, Jon asked,
"You doing anything for Christmas?"
I shook my head.
"Nope. Ever since I moved out, my extended family never wants to see me again."
Jon hummed, nuzzling the top of my head.
"Wanna spend Christmas with me and my mom?" He asked.
My heart jumped out of my throat with that sentence. Fully awake now, I sat up and faced Jon.
"Wha- Really?! I mean-…Are they okay with it?"
"Of course, they're okay with it! They love you."
I almost started crying again.
"Jon….What did I do to deserve you?"
I held his pretty face in my hands and kissed his lips.
…pepperoni…
My heart wrenched at the offer. I wanted to turn it down in humility, but I wanted to be a part of the Davis family so badly.
"You were my best and only friend throughout high school and after; I should be asking that question…"
Overcome with insane amounts of serotonin, I threw my arms around Jon's neck and pulled him into a massive hug, burying my face into his shoulder.
"I can't believe this…"
"I can." Jon beamed, chewing on a strand of my hair.
He pulled me into his lips, kissing me passionately and holding my head against his, initiating another lazy makeout session. Jon spun us around and sat on my lap, holding my face while I hugged his tiny waist. He squished my cheeks and caressed them lovingly as if I was a five-foot-two teddy bear. After several minutes, Jon pulled away, still holding my face.
"Wanna get breakfast and play in the snow?"
I pecked his nose.
"I'd love nothing more…"
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Daydreaming about Crazy little thing called love: non spoiler
tw: throwing up
Rosie who suddenly gets sick for the first time. And it’s not just some little cold.
You met James in the kindergarten when you were about to picke her up. She was burning and crying and you were sure she was going to throw up and maybe even faint.
You both rushed to the hospital while Rosie was crying in James’ arms. Her little eyes making another heavy tear every second.
“Momma, I’m scared.” She whimpered, squirming away from James’ hold to yours once you sat down in the waiting room. “I know, princess, I know. But it’s going to be alright, I’m going to stay with you for the whole time, okay?” you whispered, brushing her little wet curls away from her sweaty forehead.
She whimpered, grasping onto your T-shirt and nuzzling closer to your chest. “'N daddy stay too?” she asked. “Of course, we both are going to stay by you side, lovebug.” you agreed without a blink of your eye.
Little did you know, you caught whatever she had too.
You were shivering in cold under third duvet, hot sweat was dripping down your body and you didn’t let anyone to enter your room. Now you were more than grateful to agreeing living with marauders.
No one was home, Rosie was all healthy and back in kindergarten, Remus was back in school, Sirius on training and Peter at job.
And James? James was currently sneaking to your room, placing the hot chicken soup to your bedside table as you straddled back into awakening.
“For fuck sake-”
“Shh, it’s just me,” James smiled down at you. “How are you doing?” He asked, hand already on its way to touch your hot forehead. “Jesus Christ, you’re literally boiling up.” James was taken aback.
“Did you took your meds? And did you drink?” He started pacing around your room, finding your medication and glass of water and going back to your side.
“Sit up a bit, please,” he pleaded. He supported your back when you struggled to sit up. “Yeah, there we go, good job.” he whispered, his words were soft, comforting your sick brain. “And here, drink up, please.” he held the pill and glass your lips.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, rubbing your back up and down. You looked at him, at the ray of sunshine in front of you and you couldn’t help but tear up.
“James, I feel like I’m going to throw up.” you admitted and dropped your head back to your pillows. James chuckled, but his smirk dropped when you weren’t moving anymore.
“Hey,” James nudge your arm. You growled at him, you weren’t strong enough for any words. James felt a wave of fear washing over him. Just like when Rosie cried in his arms. “Come here, dove, come here.” he whispered, dragging your body closer to his chest.
Your helpless falling into his chest. “Hey, can you hear me?” He asked, worry in his voice. “Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. “You’re going to be sick too.” you whispered and opened your eyes at him.
“Well, it’s definitely worth it.” he chuckled, laying you down into his lap. “So gentleman of you.” you joked.
“I’m always a gentleman.” He smirked, his fingers over your sweaty cheeks.
“Jamie?”
“Mhm?”
“I’m going to throw up. Like in less than 30 seconds.” you warned him.
“Oh, oh okay, hold it for a second.” James panicked, picking up your bin closer to your bed.
You emptied your stomach, tears brimming your eyes and fear floating through your brain.
“Deep breathes, deep breaths, dove,” James said, his voice firm and loud enough for you to hear.
“Yeah that’s it, doing so good, that’s it, big deep breathe in,” he used the same words like he used 6 years ago when he helped you with a panic attack for the first time.
“I’m so scared,” you sobbed suddenly. “And I think it hurts more than giving a birth.”
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice a bit quiet now, just for you to hear. “Come here, I got you.” he picked you up to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.
“You get me.” He whispered, placing a tiny soft kiss behind your ear, probably a one that you won’t remember.
#crazy little things called love au#dad!james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x reader fluff#dad!james potter x mum!reader#james potter
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Angel of small death
Pairing: Senju Akashi x f!reader
Genre: SMAU, Crack
Word count: 700ish
Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, gay agenda, mentions of corpses, PLATONIC Bonten x reader
Synopsis: Y/n is a Bonten executive, cold and efficient, until she meets the youngest Akashi sibling.
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It struck you as only a little odd that for whatever reason, the seating arrangement in the private booths of Rindou’s club changed.
Usually, on nights like these, you were sat between Ran and Rindou while they fucked around with their boyfriends, in case the either couple decides to bother you for a bit, but now, you were seated at the end, Inui on one side and an empty spot on the other.
Sanzu briefly mentioned someone else will be joining you, aggressively typing on his phone, and you found yourself just a tad curious, usually these nights out always had the same cast, Inui as the only addition.
The man and you rarely ever spoke, both being of a more silent variety, and you assumed there was some sort of mutual agreement to let each other be.
Unbeknownst to you, Inui just thought you were a bitch.
“Jesus Christ, Haruchiyo, where’s the goddamn fire?” A new voice huffed, catching your attention as you turned to glance at the newcomer.
Under the layers of foundation Kokonoi forcefully put on your face, you could feel your cheeks heating up, just a little.
She was wearing a dress with a screen in the middle, perfectly off her trim waist and toned stomach, in a pretty, baby pink colour, the fabric flowing and fluttering gracefully around her legs.
You made eye contact for a second, and her eyes widened, looking away from you as visible blush spread across her cheeks.
The resemblance to Sanzu was borderline jarring.
“Fucking finally! Y/n, I though you’d enjoy some female company, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t met her yet, that is my little sister.”
“Senju, pleased to meet you!” Shooting you a nervous, shy smile, she sat down next to you, as it was the only available seat, taking your outstretched hand into hers.
Your eyes bore into hers, your interest shown only with the slightest upturn of the corner of your lip.
“Y/n, hello.”
Her hands were warm against your own cold ones, and for a second you mourned the loss of heat, but the small, cramped booth ensured that her hip pressed into yours, legs touching.
They guys carried on with their conversation as usual, but you caught the smug look Kokonoi gave you.
She was undeniably beautiful, and you couldn’t help stealing glances at her as she started talking with Kakucho and Ran, her wide smile showing off perfect teeth, the flutter of her eyelashes kissing the apples as she laughed at some stupid joke Ran made.
Pulling on the collar of your suit, you downed your drink, pouring another one, already feeling as if this will be a long night.
You lit up a cigarette to soothe the oncoming, undeniable flustering panic you felt coming on.
There was a reason you surrounded yourself with mostly men, and that reason was that girls made you a stuttering, stumbling mess.
She looked at you in surprise, her nose wrinkling slightly as she glanced down at your fingers and at the cigarette.
“I’m sorry, do you not smoke? Does the smoke bother you?” You sounded way colder than intended, but you hoped she could read out your concern from the tilt of your head.
She softly smiled, shaking her head.
“It’s okay, and I don’t, no! Would be kinda hypocritical of me,” She laughed, the melodious sound filling your eardrums and sending your heart racing, “I’m a personal trainer.”
Ah.
Well that explained a lot.
“It’s hypocritical of me too then.” Shrugging, you took a long drag, hoping the buzz of the alchol and the lack of oxygen will calm down the frantic beat of your heart, “I’m a doctor.”
“That’s cool! What kind?”
“A forensic pathologist.”
“God damn! I could never, corpses freak me out.”
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips at her cute, pouty expression.
“They’re okay, mostly. Great if you enjoy some quiet. Sometimes they let out little groans and gasps though, but that’s mostly just gasses escaping.”
“That is fucking horrifying.”
You smirked, glancing around the table as you leaned in closer to her face, as if to tell a secret.
The hair at the back of her neck stood up as she felt your warm breath brush against her ear.
“Once, Mikey went down there to find me while I had a new cadaver in. Screamed so hard and loud that Sanzu sprinted to the lab, katana ready and all.”
She laughed, glancing between her brother and Manjiro.
“Yeah, sounds like some sort of shit they’d do.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
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No. 4 in E Minor. Largo
character: sanzu haruchiyo/fem!reader (?)
tags:+18, addiction, anal, fictional anatomy, coprophilia, cunnilingus, blowjob, neglect of hygiene, stimulation, drugs, affection
synopsis: under the influence of narcotic substances, sanzu and his girlfriend see… everything, giving rise to new feelings and sensations.
art by @kichi_4th (sanzu), @Niki (miku)
«after some time, joseph noticed that mary, who was betrothed to him, would soon be a mother. and joseph planned to let her go, giving her a divorce letter. when he decided to do this, an angel appeared to him in a dream and said: «do not be afraid to accept mary, for she will give birth to the holy spirit; and she will give birth to a son, whom you will call jesus (that is, the savior), since he will save people from sins.» – joseph recognized this dream as a suggestion from above, and accepted mary.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)
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sanzu spreads her legs wider, settles right next to the tender, shaved bosom and passes the oppressive childish pain of the heart, the holes of the stomach are sewn up with a machine while the tongue slides along the skin of the inner thigh. the girl relaxes and exhales, at the same time simultaneously injecting a drug into a swollen vein and quietly releasing air from the vagina, accompanied by a characteristic sound. the gentle touches stop and the vibration of laughter passes through the body, shuddering for just a couple of seconds and they return to today's goal of hedonism, which they share together and keep for so long.
the active muscle outlines the female genitals, first passing through the inner folds of the lips of the vagina, pulling back the delicate skin, giving itself more space. inhaling the musky smell, almost a fish with urine, which was more exciting, moving closer and poking her nose into the pubis more; already wet, ready, amused by just one thought, the girl immediately washed down a laxative tablet with water covered with dust.
the mouth sucks the juices of the girl, the tongue strokes the clitoris, and the booming «mmm» is immediately passed by a strong vibration on a lump of nerves. the tongue is replaced by a finger that easily enters the vagina. the nail irritates the walls inside the girl a little, but she does not want to focus on this, sliding off the chair, bending with a sudden crunch in the back area. haruchiyo's free hand immediately picks up the woman's body.
and she bends over, sighing weakly, puts her hands back and spreads her buttocks, opening her anus, while her knees tremble easily from lost satisfaction in the vagina. the penis enters the girl's ass, fingers pull at two delicate points of the body: a brown-pink nipple, skirting a bump and fine wrinkles, outlining a halo with a nail, sending kisses with mutton, nasty sloppy, slobbery, right on moles and small wounds of the back, a new herd of goosebumps; and the clitoris swells, the girl actively rubs against other people's fingers bending his legs at the knees from weakness and excitement. the middle and index finger enter the womb, stretching the uneven walls, while the pace accelerates, anal and rectal tissues gently tear.
drug addicts crush each other's abscesses, drink green pus from wounds, choke. and they see the creatures of norihiro sekitani: a down boy crossed with a pig, spewing beaten boar heads from his mouth; a spider-like disabled baby, with reddened hematomas all over his head, bulging empty eyes, torn off the skin of his jaw, eating his brother, — barely a year old, — in a pool of venous blood; a giant, two-meter tall, fat cockroach, with active whiskers, twig-like paws, (oh, a miracle!) a human's dick fucks the head of a pensioner living her life with black eyes, yellow skin, also regurgitating a mixture of sperm and acid belonging to the stomach (from such a live tarkan with a modified genital organ, haruchiyo shook, hammering his dignity deeper into the anal of the girl); a meat something made up of completely different parts of the body is not that person, not what kind of animal (the head consisted of a sheep's skull wrapped in slimy flesh, with members instead of normal jaws; an unidentified neck, thick, fleshy, sinewy; instead of a trunk, a heart with severed veins and a swollen left atrium; as well as only three thin, long arms slapping the floor with loud claps), moved crookedly from side to side, colliding with the main characters of all sodom under a wild crocodile; on the table, waving her hands — growing directly from short, lush hair — was the severed head of a woman whose nose was (just like a pig's) hooked on a collar hook specially designed for bdsm games, fixation for nostrils, and her eyes were filled with either dirt or oil and, most disgusting in her opinion sanzu, — is a mutilated male jaw instead of a female one, actively moving back and forth; a girl with a cow's head, with only red-red skin left on her skull, in an old-fashioned dress, with crippled hands with only two active fingers, zealously tears out one of her little hands with a bone and instantly devours it; another disabled-boy-a-nightmarish-creature walks around with the meat creature described above, on the with his two ugly arms bent at the elbows, he stares with active eyes at the copulating drug addicts while the slanting ones mow, cockroach whiskers shake on his head, and instead of legs he has a pair of upper human teeth with bloody gums, slamming shut with each of his "steps". and there is a lot of such stuff.
the stench spreads throughout the room while the girl screams in pain of pleasure and defecates on the bed, soiling not only herself with shit and urine, but also haruchiyo's penis. from this, the clouded mind from hard drugs is not going to recover, desperately succumbing to the piled shit. sanzu settles right in front of women's thighs, spreads her buttocks and catches excrement with her tongue, choking, subjecting her taste buds to disgusting tortures in the form of terrible taste, terrible bitterness (comparing it with alcohol of 1000 samples). the guy tried very hard not to throw up, but in a state of the most terrible trip it was impossible to restrain himself, from which vomit poured onto his girlfriend's ass, staining the already dirty sheet. saliva mixed with feces and acidic water drips silently, and the girl under sanzu moves, turns around and catches his penis with a weak hand, not completely covered with her secretions. it smoothes along the entire length, smearing the main element of coprophagia, picking the opening of the urethra, driving a little feces into the hole. with the second hand, he takes hold of the scrotum, kneads and pushes the penis into the throat, not paying attention to such a thing as shit. she restrains her vomiting, makes nauseating sounds, but interrupts them, actively gesticulating with eggs and right at the base of the penis with her hands, helping herself to orgasm from two bodies at once. sanzu suffocates in a filthy room teeming with all the described monsters, beginning to copulate with each other, arranging bloody orgies, also satisfied and smeared with all human secretions. he catches an orgasm and cums in his girlfriend's throat, pushing into her one last time. I didn't have to wait long for the girl to throw up, right on the penis.
a couple of drug addicts are kissing in the shower, mixing an impossible solution from their saliva, passing their tongues over their teeth, while at this time nightmarish creatures continue to desecrate other people's sheets, giving birth to love and worldview.
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«elder joseph and the virgin mary came to bethlehem; but the future mother of the savior of the world could not find a place in the hotel: everyone was crowded with those who came to register; and she placed herself with her companion in a cave where shepherds drove cattle from the pasture. It was here, on a winter night, that christ was born. the blessed virgin swaddled him herself and put him in a manger.
the shepherds saw a multitude of angels; and they heard their solemn heavenly hymn: «glory to god in the highest, and peace on earth, good will among men!»
the angels sang about the peace of the soul, about the peace of mind that believers in christ will achieve when they know god, the purpose and meaning of their lives.» (the birth of jesus christ. the worship of shepherds. mt. 1:18-25; lk. 2:1–21)
#tokrev#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers sanzu#tokrev sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo#fem!reader#sanzu x reader
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Van takes care of you while you're on your period
SUBMISSION: hey can u write some adult van x reader fluff/comfort? maybe van looking after r when they’re ill or on their period or something along those lines? i adore ur work btw!!
a/n: i adore u!!
You had struggled terribly with your menstrual cramps since you were young. When they were at their worst, you were unable to keep anything down, and were nauseated for a week. You would pass out, get terrible migraines, and were all around useless.
You had tried birth control in the past to get your cycles under control, but you didn't like the way it made you feel, physically or psychologically, so you were left to suffer.
This particular morning, you had been on the toilet for hours, free bleeding into the bowl below while you vomited into a bucket. The ibuprofen you had taken wasn't working, and you were starting to feel lightheaded. You weren't sure when it had started, but you imagined it must have been around three or four in the morning.
The door creaked open, and Van stepped in sleepily. Once she caught a glimpse of you, her eyes widened. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
You whimpered, once again emptying the contents of your stomach into the bucket below.
"Baby, what is going on?" She grabbed a cloth from the sink and began to wet it with cold tap water.
"I got my period last night." You cried.
She sucked her teeth. "Jesus Christ." With the now cold rag, she grabbed your puke bucket and placed it on the floor and applied the cloth to your face, dabbing gently around your mouth. She cleaned the rest of your face which was warm and sticky with sweat. "Did you take medication?"
You nodded.
"And it's still this bad?" Van questioned. "Honey do I need to take you to the ER?"
"No." You groaned, resting your head against her stomach. "Please. I just want to go to bed."
She sighed, rubbing your head. "Do you wanna take a shower first?"
You cried again. "I'm too tired, Van."
"Okay." She mumbled. "Then let me clean you down and get you a pad, hm?"
"Okay." You replied, placing your arms over your abdomen again.
The room wreaked of blood, sweat, and vomit but it was as if Van was completely immune to it. She helped you stand up, and wiped you down with a soft, damp cloth, washing the blood down the sink. She pat dried you with a towel, and helped you put your underwear back on with a fresh overnight pad on it.
"Let's get you into bed so I can clean up in here." She said softly. "I've got you, baby, just lean on me."
You did, limping your way back into the bedroom. She laid you down on the bed.
"Do you want covers?" She asked.
"No." You sniffled. "Too hot."
"Okay, sweet thing." She kissed your head. "I'll be right back."
So, Van emptied the bucket, and cleaned the toilet. She also wiped up the area around the floor and the sink before returning back to you. You had managed to grab a heating pad and had attached it to your stomach.
She knelt beside you, kissing your face. "How are you feeling, baby?"
You shrugged. "Don't feel good."
"Okay." She sighed. "You have to drink something. You're dehydrated. Can I get you some juice?"
"I guess so." You whispered as another wave of cramps hit you.
Van was incredibly worried about you. She always worried when you menstruated. It pissed her off to no end that the gynecologist constantly waved you off and told you this was 'normal.' No, Van insisted, her cycles were normal. Yours were incredibly concerning. But she wouldn't complain about this to you right now.
She put together a glass of apple juice for you, and a slice of plain white bread. She placed it next to you, knowing you'd get to it when you felt like it. "Do you need cuddles?"
"Yes, please." You sounded so pathetic in that moment, and it broke her heart.
She curled up beside you, cradling you in her arms. You began to cry again against her chest, shaking from being in such physical agony.
"Shhh, sh sh sh." Van rubbed your back gently. "It's okay, baby, just ride it out. We'll get some more motrin for you soon."
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MEET [SVEN KARLSSON]
“Have you eaten? What are you doing drinking on an empty stomach?!”
AGE [19]
RACE/ETHNICITY: Nordic/white european.
GENDER: Genderflux.
ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual!
PRONOUNS
(•) He/him
() She/her
() They/them
(•) Other
Big or [Small]?
Tall or [Short]?
DEFINING FEATURES: soft and round face, doe eyes, big circle framed glasses, almost always red in the face.
HEALTH: Jesus christ. Autoimmune.
MORALITY: Chaotic Good.
WEALTH: (•) Poor (•) Average () Rich
FAMILY: () Neglectful () Lenient (•) Strict
CHILDHOOD: (•) Troubled () Okay () Happy
VALUES
• family • freedom • truth • fame
• friends • health • justice • beauty
• faith • power • wealth • loyalty
SKILLS
- adaptability
- communication
- creativity
- empathy
- knowledge
- leadership
- organization
- persuasion
- problem solving
- survival
- teamwork
- Can cry on cue.
FLAWS
* arrogant
* awkward
* callous
* capricious
* gullible
* lazy
* meek
* naive
* paranoid
* stubborn
* vain
* passive-aggressive
TRAITS
0-10
Ruthless-Merciful
9
0-10
Selfless-Selfish
3
0-10
Reckless-Cautious
8
0-10
Logical-Emotional
8
0-10
Gauche-Charismatic
5
0-10
Solitary-Sociable
2
0-10
Pessimistic-Optimistic
5
0-10
Playful-Serious
6
0-10
Insecure-Confident
2
0-10
Courageous-Cowardly
7
0-10
Prudish-Flirtatious
5
0-10
Follower-Leader
2
0-10
Indolent-Ambitious
3
0-10
Irreligious-Devout
8
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Hey! In case you're still looking for ideas of how Atticus and Felix can meet the others, here's an idea: Since Atticus and Keiko are both med students, then maybe they both have that one professor who played the video that made Atticus sick in his sleep. Maybe after class, Atticus is nauseous and Keiko just helps him out. I know this sounds a bit like a boring ask, but maybe you could just add more of your own stuff to make it more interesting?😅
“Jesus Christ,” Atticus groaned, dropping his head in his hands after his professor dismissed the class in a way-too cheerful voice.
This was the fifth time his med professor held the class back to watch a recorded failed surgery. This time, it was a c-section.
“That was fucking brutal,” the guy sitting next to him suddenly said. Atticus had never talked to the guy before. Usually, Atticus saw this guy sitting in the front row of the lecture hall, but for the last two classes, the guy has been sitting in the back row where Atticus sat. Likely because most people have been avoiding the first rows so that their professor couldn’t call them out for the disgusted or sickly looks on their faces.
“Yeah,” Atticus sighed, muffling a sick burp against his fist.
The guy looked at him, brow raised. “I guess we should get going. Everyone else is.”
Atticus nodded, standing and grimacing as he felt everything in his stomach sitting like a brick.
Atticus and the guy were two of the last people out of the lecture hall. Atticus stopped once outside, bracing against the wall and taking deep breaths through his nose to try and ease the nausea.
“You okay?”
Atticus looked up and saw the guy standing beside him. “You’re still here?”
The guy shrugged. “My girlfriend is meeting me here.”
“Oh.” Atticus stood a little straighter. He was a little dizzy from the churning in his gut, and he wondered if he should call Felix to come and pick him up.
“You look like you’re about to puke,” the guy said, sounding a bit genuinely concerned. “Do you want some water or something? Might help.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Atticus said, forcing himself to stop leaning against the wall. He just wanted to get home. “I should get going.”
Atticus waved to the guy and the guy waved back, and Atticus began walking away.
He only made it about six steps forward before doubling over and hurling everything in his stomach all over the ground.
His stomach was clenching with each heave. That had him focusing on his stomach and focusing on his stomach reminded him of the video where he saw a woman’s abdomen get sliced open—
More puke joined the mess, and Atticus flinched as he felt a hand touch his back.
“Okay, get it up, man,” the guy from his class was saying. “You’ll feel better after.”
When Atticus was empty, he was ten-times as dizzy and his legs felt like jelly. He stepped back from his mess and then sat on the ground with his back against the wall. He was so thankful that it was late and the hallway was basically empty aside from him and this random dude who was being nice to him.
The guy crouched in front of him, rummaging through his backpack and pulling out an unopened bottle of water. “Drink some,” he said, holding the bottle out to him. “It’ll help.”
Atticus murmured “Thanks” and took the water, opening it and taking a tentative sip.
“I’m Keiko, by the way,” the guy said. “You?”
Atticus lowered the bottle and politely smiled a bit. “I’m Atticus.”
“Do you want a ride home, Atticus?” Keiko offered. “When my girlfriend gets here, I can give you a ride if you don’t think you can drive.”
Atticus had the feeling that he shouldn’t dive since he was still so dizzy and nauseous, but he shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but no. I’ll just call my boyfriend to come get me.”
Keiko nodded, smiling genuinely. “Okay. Water staying down?”
Atticus’s smile faltered a bit as he thought about the question for a second too long. “Not sure,” he answered, planting a hand on his stomach. He swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth, throat bobbing. “I’m so fucking nauseous.”
“Do you have the stomach flu or something?” Keiko asked, sitting beside him on the ground.
Shaking his head, Atticus answered, “No, it was that stupid video our professor played. I’m a bit iffy on gory stuff.”
“Oh,” Keiko said.
Atticus blushed, embarrassed. This guy wasn’t so pathetically affected by seeing a bit of blood. Did that mean that Atticus was just weak? How was he going to be a doctor if he got sick every time he saw blood?
Atticus took out his phone and texted Felix, typing: Hey bby. Can you come pick me up? I’m not feeling well.
He got a response almost instantly.
💌My Pen_pal🌈: OMW!! See you soon, love!
Atticus sighed, leaning his head back against the wall and taking deep breaths, which he kind of regretted since he could smell the mess he’d already made.
“You gonna be sick again?” Keiko asked, observing him.
Atticus swallowed. “Trying not to be.” He doubted there was anything left in his stomach, but he still felt like he was gonna puke.
He decided to take a few more sips of water, but his thoughts decided to screw him then and the video popped back into his head while he was mid sip, making him gag and choke on the water.
“Shit,” Keiko said, patting his back as Atticus turned to the side, gagging and coughing.
Another stream of puke—mainly just water and bile—came up mid-cough. Atticus felt shaky, and through a slight ringing in his ears he could hear Keiko asking him something.
“Kei!” someone suddenly called from down the hallway, getting both of their attention.
Atticus noticed as Keiko’s whole face seemed to brighten as a girl came down the hallway in a colorful galaxy skirt and a black sweater. Her eyes widened once she was close enough to examine the whole scene in front of her. “Oh. Hi,” she said, looking surprised and a little awkward.
“Hi, baby,” Keiko said, cringing.
Atticus felt his face turn hot with embarrassment, and he gagged again, heaving dryly.
“Crap,” the girl said. “Um, is everything. . . okay? What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Am,” Keiko said. “This guy’s just not feeling too well.”
“Oh. Okay.” She shifted on her feet a bit. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Keiko opened his mouth to say something, but Atticus sat back against the wall again, breathing though his mouth, and he said, “I’m fine now. You two should go—you don’t have to do anything for me.”
All Keiko did in response to that was raise a brow and grab the water bottle again, holding it towards Atticus. “Drink.”
Atticus frowned. “It’s going to come back up anyway.” Plus, he literally just met this guy. Why was he even bothering to take care of someone he just met?
“Your boyfriend is picking you up, right?” Keiko asked. “How long do you think till he gets here?”
He and Felix hadn’t made plans for Felix to spend the night, so that meant that Felix was at the dorms that were closer to the campus. “Maybe five minutes?”
Keiko looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend. “You okay with waiting five minutes?”
Just as Atticus was about to protest, the girl said, “Sure, I don’t mind.”
Atticus felt awkward for those five minutes. Usually, he did great with meeting new people, but he just felt really off, and he was feeling incredibly embarrassed by this whole situation.
They went outside after a while, and Atticus puked one more time in the bushes in front of the building.
Atticus was sitting on the curb with Keiko sitting beside him and his head hanging when his boyfriend pulled up in his car—a light-yellow buggy. Atticus stood and Keiko helped him since he was a bit unsteady after all the vomiting.
Felix came out of the car, looking worried. “Atticus,” he sighed, going over. “Love, are you alright?”
Atticus nodded. “I’m fine.” Then he looked at Keiko. “Thanks for your help.”
Keiko just smiled and shrugged and said, “No need to thank me. I just hope you feel better.”
Just then, Amberlynn came back outside since she went back inside to get a bottle of Gatorade from a vending machine. When she saw Felix, her eyes widened a bit. “Felix,” she said, sounding a bit surprised.
As soon as the blonde saw her, his eyes also widened a little and he smiled a bit. “Oh. Hi, Starry.”
Atticus cast his boyfriend a confused look. “Starry?”
“Do you two know each other?” Keiko asked.
Felix nodded. “Yeah, the fashion majors who help the theater students with their costumes all call her ‘Starry‘ because she’s always the lead. And because most of her wardrobe consists of galaxy-themed outfits.”
“This is quite the coincidence,” Amberlynn chuckled, stepping forward with the Gatorade and handing it towards Atticus. “Here. If you think you can keep it down, you should drink it.”
Atticus smiled gratefully as he took the bottle. “Thank you. It was nice to meet you.” The words slipped out automatically, despite the fact that this whole situation felt like one of the worst ways to meet someone to him.
They all exchanged goodbyes—Amberlynn and Felix said they’d see each other at the next costume fitting—and Atticus stumbled to his boyfriend’s car, being so grateful to be able to close his eyes and just breathe.
“So, Atti, you want to tell me what happened here?”
Atticus, with his eyes still closed, said, “My professor is a shithead. There’s your headline, folks.”
Felix chuckled a bit, understanding. “How’s your stomach?”
Atticus shrugged. “Still kinda iffy, but better.”
“If you can stomach it, do you want something to eat? I doubt that you’ve had dinner.”
Atticus shook his head, opening his eyes to look at and smile at Felix. “No food. Cuddles?”
Felix’s face broke out into a large smile because of how cute Atticus’s simple one-word question was. “Definitely, love.”
Atticus sighed contently, tiredly smiling happily and whispering the tiniest little, “yay.”
#Not my best fic but I'm satisfied😊#I have FINALLY made the meet fic!!!!!#thebrilliantidiots#keiko#atticus#Atticus turns into such a babied teddybear around Felix😚🧸
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