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glossgojo · 1 year
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he looks like he works with his hands (part 1/2)
pre-outbreak!joel miller x reader | 4.6k words
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI, AFAB reader, , age gap, ex-babysitter reader, oral fem-receiving, pussy drunk joel, manhandling, abusive ex-boyfriend, some violence, protective joel, panic attack, anxiety
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a/n: alright listen up, i seem to have a thing for joel giving y/n head first and then getting his fill, that being said expect a very detailed part two :) this first part is mostly plot and some smut, i plan on making this a two parter but it might be longer
“jesus christ almighty” joel muttered under his breath taking in your frame from where he stood leaned against his truck. he knew you were coming to visit, sarah had screamed when you called and nearly given him a heart attack. you were back in austin for grad school, the sweet girl you were you visited sarah as soon as you moved in. you had babysat sarah the summer after you graduated high school and one summer of freshman year, but then your parents moved near your out-of-state college and you never came back. and now you here you were torturing every breath exhaling out of joel’s lungs.
you were dawned in a denim mini skirt and a tight short-sleeved top that fell a bit short of the suggestion of fabric. your midriff was exposed slightly, showing off your honey smooth skin and your legs on display. it would’ve been completely suited for the scorching texas heat, but joel felt his head swim as the clothes clung to your curves and your face lit up after recognizing him.
“joel! you haven’t changed a bit!” your cheeks flushed as you bounded your way up the driveway. joel had to clench his teeth to stop from looking at the bounce that wasn’t just in your step.
“that a good thing I hope? you look well kid.” joel didn’t know why he added that last part, maybe it was a silent reminder to himself that the last time he’d seen you you were just a kid, and whatever he was feeling had to go. he didn’t notice the way your expression dropped a little at the word, you quickly disguised it with a teasing smile.
“thanks and yeah don’t worry sarah keeps you young, well as young as you could be.” you nudged him, moving towards the front door as he huffed out a laugh and you hated the butterflies that followed. you’d been a little bit in love with the man ever since that summer. god you had missed his voice, rough and deep and somehow still filled with all the confidence you wish you had. joel watched you walk to the front door like you were visiting a friend’s place and he had to admit he liked the notion.
joel followed you close behind as he picked out his belongings from his truck. sarah ran down the stairs and you laughed a little bit as she jumped into your arms. joel had to laugh at the theatrics, if he had known better it looked like you were visiting between deployments. “you’re so pretty, how did you get prettier?” sarah rushed out, excited and barely breathing as she spoke. joel couldn’t help but smile when his sweet daughter looked so excited.
“well, i don’t know about all that. i was gonna say the same to you, you grew up into a beautiful young lady. my little sarah’s all grown up.” you brushed a piece of her hair back, just like you remembered she liked it. joel felt his heart warm a little at that, even if it had been years since he’d seen you, you still cared for sarah just as much and that mattered to him. maybe you weren’t the stranger he thought you were. you and sarah caught up in the living room, joel sat and listened interjecting every now and then with questions of his own. you liked the feeling of being with them. you were across the country from your family now, so this semblance of family was all you could cling to. you blushed at the thought that made you could raise sarah like a daughter.
joel had trouble focusing when you shifted in your seat, your mini skirt not doing well to hide the maddening baby pink panties you had on. he was sure he was red, but he could explain that away by heat or a tan if he needed to. you weren’t any better, losing your focus when you saw him cross his muscular arms.
“do you wanna stay for dinner?” sarah asked and your face pouted a little as you braced yourself to disappoint the girl. her big brown eyes clung onto every word you said when you spoke next.
“i really would love to and thank you so much for the offer sarah-bear, but my highschool friends roped me into drinks with them at 9.”
“have dinner first, you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.” he said it like it was a command less than a question, his voice gruff and your mouth dried up as you nodded obediently.
joel had asked tommy to pick up food on his way over, you hadn’t realized that since it was friday night you would be interrupting their family night. when you asked joel if it was fine for you to stay he leveled you with a pointed look, “don’t be ridiculous doll.” and you shut well up at that. doll. it wasn’t quite what you needed but it wasn’t kid. doll you could work with. doll would creep its way into your dreams and the hours before sleep when your core burned from need, from a hunger for him.
with that you sat down and chatted with tommy and he was just the same, hotheaded but kindhearted over everything. he spoke it like he saw it and tommy got kicked in shin by his dear big brother when he took one look at you and said “dam-“ you couldn’t even hide your expression in time, making joel snicker.
dinner felt normal, as if you hadn’t stepped through the door after 4 years. tommy had gone through some girlfriends while joel had remained single. you would hold onto that fact like the last hope for your sanity. sarah was in middle school now, she had troubles of her own. you listened to her gossip like it was your own, interjecting with your own advice, and joel couldn’t understand how you were so enraptured by it. maybe there were some things he just couldn’t help sarah with.
after what felt like far too short of a dinner, you had to make your way to the pub. you helped clean up with joel while tommy and sarah sat in the living room.
“do you need a ride?” you rotated the thought in your mind, you being stuck with joel in a small space. you’d rather not, after all your roommate promised that you had a ride home.
“i was just gonna drive over and my friend is picking us all up after.”
“alright take my number just in case.” you flushed at his words, he kept demanding you do this and that and because you were fucking gone for him you listened. it was his voice you told yourself, not his heady musk or his big brown eyes staring you down. you let him write his number down on a piece of paper and you nodded with a meek thanks as you took it from him. his hand brushed against yours it was so much larger than yours, they had calluses and scrapes on them. you had always admired joel for his work, and his hands showed exactly how hard he worked for his daughter. you’d thought about his hands more often than you’d admit over the years.
you gathered your belongings from where they were strewn about over the couch, joel had to hold back a groan as you bent over a little too much for his sanity. you said goodbye to tommy and hugged sarah telling her you’d be over more often since she wasn’t far now. joel considered asking you to babysit again but he didn’t want to detract from your studies. if you offered he wouldn’t turn it down. sarah was adamant she didn’t need one but he’d rather you look after her than his well-intentioned bible-thumping neighbors.
joel felt like he’d already crossed the line of friendly employer or even anything you two had before so he had to stop himself from insisting you take one of his jackets to wear out. it wouldn’t get cold but you’d be drunk and probably chillier than you realized, not to mention a small part of him wanted you to cover up when you went out. joel very pointedly ignored that incessant primitive part of his mind.
he did however watch until you got into the car and drove away, as if something would happen to you between the short walk over. your heart was beating as you left the miller’s house. you would have to shake joel’s scent and gruff voice out of your senses, you could feel them seeping into your bones making your head dizzy.
you needed to drink.
catching up with your high school friends was the distraction you needed. you had been in contact with them through the years but there was nothing close to being in front of them. hours ebbed and flowed as you drank and chatted. you felt a buzz but you weren’t drunk, your lips were loose as you told them how your high school crush had returned with more force than ever.
the drinks weren’t enough to dissuade the panic that dripped down from your head as your eyes landed on a familiar figure entering the bar. your ex-boyfriend had just walked in and your body went into flight or fight. your friends noticed your gaze and groaned as they took in your issue. your friend was speaking, their words far away and faded, only when they shook your arm did you hear them, “y/n are you okay, we can leave?” you didn’t want your friends to end their reunion because of you, if he approached you, you would just leave by yourself.
“i’m fine, hopefully he doesn’t recognize me.” you doubted it very much, he had tormented you for two years and took any chance to continue after you broke up. despite your anxiety being spiked you managed to make conversation with your friends, speaking quietly so as to not bring attention to yourself. it all became too much when you flinched when he looked in your direction. you were feeling more anxious than ever, excusing yourself to the bathroom to collect yourself.
as you walked away you broke into a run, scared that he would see you and follow you. instead of feeling better you felt anxiety wrack your body as you practically slammed into the bathroom. all your memories of your relationship flooded into your mind as you entered a stall and felt your breathing stop and your head rush as your vision blurred. you were having a panic attack and your heart was beating irregularly, were you dying? oh god, your hands shook as you pulled out the piece of paper joel had handed you earlier and your cell phone and typed in the number without thinking. it was now 11:30pm, joel was probably asleep. you couldn’t stop yourself as your shaking fingers pressed call
two dials later and the call connected, “joel i’m sorry for bothering you but could you pick me up.” you rushed out, your breathing labored as you struggled to calm yourself down.
“hey sweetheart, calm down, where are you? i’m coming over.” you felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to listen to his soothing cadence and his assured words. sweetheart. you were joel miller’s sweetheart, you could get through this.
“i-i’m at Donn’s, my ex is here im in the bathroom right now.” your voice sounded weak, you sounded like a scared little kid and it made you cringe, meanwhile joel was feeling anger rise at your statement. he had remembered how awful the kid was, he’d kept his thoughts to himself but when you eventually broke up everyone was happy about it. he was already out the door when you spoke, now he’d be speeding.
“i’m on the way, stay on the phone, what did you have to drink?” you wiped your stray tears as you felt your anxiety subside, joel’s voice and the distance you had put between your ex and yourself, grounding you. you babbled to joel, every now and then he’d throw in a follow-up question or a hum of acknowledgment, it all felt so normal you ached to talk to him like this more often. joel was calming you down, keeping you distracted, he was the only thing keeping you from another panic attack and you almost sobbed at that over the phone.
“hey joel?”
“yeah doll?” a shiver traveled down your spine at the pet name. you were so gone for him.
“thank you for this, i owe you.”
“you don’t owe me anything, i’d do it again.” you don’t know if that was joel’s southern hospitality or if he really meant it, either way you’d let that statement soothe you.
“i’m almost there, just pulling into the parking lot, take your time coming out alright, i’ll meet you inside?” you could hear him pulling into the parking lot rather quickly, you exhaled slowly as you told him you were coming and exited the stall. you quickly made your way to your friends, telling them you weren’t feeling well and that you would be heading home early. you told them that joel was picking you and you would’ve laughed at their reaction if not for the anxiety crawling back up your spine.
you waved them goodbye moving towards the door when your vision was blocked, you looked up to meet the eyes of your ex. your stomach dropped as your mouth went dry and you opened to speak, to try and get away but you were frozen in place. “hey babe, you miss me?”
“i’m not your babe.” you gritted out, trying to move past him when he raised an arm across your middle and you felt like throwing up.
“come on you’re still mad? i was just a kid.” anger bubbled up in your throat and your eyes stinged from frustration.
“get away from me.” you hated his touch, you wanted to scrub your body and push away the memories it brought back.
“such a fucking bitch, you still think you’re too good for me huh? you’re still as busted and arrogant as ever.” your vision was blurring and you couldn’t breathe, you looked down to your feet wishing that you could be anywhere but here.
“y/n.” joel’s voice brought you back to reality, you looked up, looking over your ex’s shoulder to see joel. he took one look at your watery eyes and crushed expression and saw red. your ex turned to meet joel’s glare.
“who the fuck is this?” you didn’t speak, your voice was caught in your throat but you took his distraction as a chance to move away. you quickly moved around him, standing next to joel as your ex turned towards both of you.
“let’s go.” joel ignored him, looking at you and trying not to break the fucker’s jaw. you could see joel was seething, his chest rising and falling and his brows furrowed in anger. you’d never seen him so upset, and you knew it wasn’t pointed at you because his eyes softened when they met yours.
“hold on pal i’m talking to you, you fucking her? she’s a slut don’t waste your time.” your ex put a hand on joel’s shoulder, trying to charm him and joel took one look at the guy before landing his fist square in his jaw. your ex dropped in a blink of your eye and you gasped as joel ground out a threat.
“don’t talk to her ever again, you hear?” your ex nodded furiously from where he lay on the ground, rushing out a yes in between a string of curses. you let joel pull you away, your ex crying out and wailing in pain as you left. you couldn’t think as you followed joel, his hand on yours. it enclosed yours fully, rough and warm around your hand and you let it distract you.
joel miller had just punched your ex and rescued you, you couldn’t think straight blinded by one thought and one thought only. you just wanted to-your hands found his face as you stopped in front of the passenger door, you moved quickly as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. joel’s expression changed from anger to confusion and then something else you couldn’t place in the streetlight lit parking lot. and then you felt panic as he didn’t look particularly happy with your actions.
“i’m sorry we can forget-“ you leaned against the closed door, removing your hands and creating some distance for him.
“no darlin’ don’t apologize, just wondering if you’ll remember this tomorrow.” joel could taste whiskey on your lips, he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he took advantage of you being drunk.
“joel, i’ve never felt more sober.”
“good.” he took the hand that had been holding yours, the one that didn’t touch your ex and tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his. they were looked like honey and you wanted to swim in them. joel leaned his head, brushing his lips against yours and you could feel his facial hair scrape against your soft skin. it lit a fire within you. your arms came up around his neck, his hand moving to the small of your back, deliciously pulling you closer and you gasped into his mouth. joel tasted like heaven, just his breath alone was making you dizzy as you let him explore your mouth and make your lips mold to his. despite his intimidating exterior, joel kissed you like you were the only person on earth, taking his time to draw gasps from you and when his mouth moved off yours to dip under your jaw you lost your mind. your hands came up to press his head into the space between your head and your chest, as he littered your skins with kisses and nips. you whined out his name, your legs shaking as you raked your hands through his hair, probably leaving it as a mess. you opened your eyes to take him in, his lips puffy and his hair a mess, his breathing was as hard as yours and his big brown eyes had darkened.
“joel, please.” your hands were still in his hair, as you whispered into the fraction between your lips between sloppy kisses.
“please what doll?” did you have to say it? joel could read your mind, your thoughts written on your face from your cloudy eyes to your parted puffy lips. you looked wrecked and all he had done was kiss you. joel didn’t think he could hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be sure. you shivered as he leaned back, his warmth leaving you and his piercing gaze making you squirm. you managed to cough up the courage to speak next.
“come back to my place, my roommate is at her boyfriend’s place.” joel’s eyes flashed with desire, his hand shooting out to your hip, grazing the exposed patch of skin above your skirt and opening the passenger door. you shivered against at the feel of his hand against you, god you were pathetic but at least you could blame it on the slight chill of the night.
“get in.” you didn’t think twice as you turned to get in, joel holding the door open for you and feeling his sanity crumble when your damn skirt hiked up again. when joel got into the car you began to take in everything that happened.
“is your hand okay?” he’d been carefully keeping it away from you and when he was driving. it didn’t look broken under the city lights but you could bet it hurt.
“yeah it’s fine don’t worry.” he showed you to prove his point, besides some bruises on his knuckles, his hand did look fine.
“you, uhm thank you.” you couldn’t articulate just how much it all meant to you and you didn’t know how to start thanking him for every single thing he did. joel nodded at your words, not really thinking he needed to be thanked.
“if he ever comes near your again, or if anyone talks to you like that, you come to me alright?” you swallowed down, meeting his gaze at the red light. you felt heat travel south, the prospect of joel being there for you if anyone disrespected you made you clench your legs together. pressure building in your core, joel had to hold back a smirk as he watched you squirm in the seat.
“yeah i will.” your voice sounded breathy, your heart was beating so fast in your chest you wanted the car ride to be over so you could feel his lips against yours again. you needed him so badly your hands itched to find home in his hair again.
the rest of the car ride was silent, only interrupted by you giving him directions to get to your apartment.
you made your way to the apartment with joel following you closely behind, his eyes not moving from the view of your curves. you unlocked your door, throwing your pursed on your couch and turning towards joel, he took in your place. there were unopened boxes strewn about and minimal furtiniture but the place was plenty big for two students.
“can i get you something to drink?” you stood against the back of your sofa, looking at joel when he met your gaze. his stepped towards you, hands finding purchase on your hips, his thumbs grazed your skin and you felt dizzy looking into his eyes.
“just you.” confusion flashed on your face replaced quickly by awe as joel sank to his knees in front of you, looking up at you for any sign of disapproval. you nod, in a daze, joel presses kisses up your legs as you lean back on the sofa for support, your legs feeling weak at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. you couldn’t believe this was happening.
joel’s face was at the height of your pussy, his hands on your hips to pull down your skirt, and you whined at the feeling of his hands on you, moving you to his will. you'd fantasized about the rough pads of his fingers against your clit, scraping against you relentlessly until you unfolded for him. joel pulled them down in one swift motion and was met with the sight of your infuriating hot pink panties. “fucking hell these have been torturing me all day.” you found your voice moments later as you processed what he said.
“you like them?” his fingers traced the edges so gently, punctuating your sentence with a snap of the waistband against your hip, you gaspedz
“like isn’t the word i’d use but they definitely made an impact,”
“i wore them for you.” you were barely processing your thoughts before they were spilling out of your mouth.
“yeah? you’re flattering me sweetheart.” joel’s fingers ghosted over your pussy making you twitch under his barely there touch.
“no i mean it, i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” you were leaning into his touch, preening at the small contact, joel’s lips twitched at your desperation.
“god amn’t i too old for you?,” joel wanted so badly not to think that what he was doing was wrong, but when you looked at him like that he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. you should’ve been with someone your own age.
“joel please, you're the hottest man i’ve ever known.”
“such a sweet talker baby, that’ll get you places.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed your clit over your underwear, you clenched on air when he called you baby. if he didn’t touch you, you might just come in your underwear.
“i hope s-so, oh god.” you whined out as he stuck his tongue out dampening the spot where your clit was, the pressure of his tongue on your clit even over the fabric made you moan. you felt like crying from his teasing, it was becoming too much for you. and joel sensed it as he pulled your underwear down on one swift moment, leaving you bare centimeters from his face.
“so pretty, angel.” you whined out, your hand coming down to intertwine in his brown curls, trying to ground yourself. joel tapped the inside of your knee, silently asking you to widen your stance while the other hand, the one he had just used to punch your ex clasped around the back of your other knee and lifted it over his left shoulder. you gasped at the spread, at the feeling of being so exposed for him but joel didn’t give you a chance to think too hard about it. his mouth pressed against your clit and you gasped at his mustache grazing your sensitive skin. on top of the maddening desire you had for him he was scratching against you, adding to your craze.
joel sucked on your clit, his tongue circling and stroking you until you cried out his name, he wasn’t letting you off so easily as his mouth moved south. his tongue licked up your folds, his mouth collecting all the arousal that threatened to drip for you. as if he was a dehydrated and starved man, joel moved impossibly closer pushing you against the back of the couch until it dug into your back and drank you in like it was all he had. his tongue lapping you up and delving into you for more, you kept giving him more and more and joel didn’t think he could ever have enough. you tasted so damn good, he’d remember your taste for days, for years, he’d let it haunt him as long as he could. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when joel decided it wasn’t enough, his other hand coming to raise your other leg onto your shoulder, his head now crushed between your thighs. your arms shook as you kept yourself hoisted up on the back of your couch. joel didn’t care, he wanted to drown on your ichor, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could continue tasting you. the desperation in his actions and his relentless mouth on you made you cum, your arms burned as they held you up and you tried not to squeeze joel between your thighs but you couldn’t help it. joel removed one of your thighs from his shoulder, watching you shake from the overstimulation as he lapped up your come.
“you taste like heaven darlin’” you couldn’t form a sentence you only whined out his name as you took in his slickness jaw and glistening facial hair. you were all over his face and you felt like crying. you removed your other leg and tugged at his shoulder for him to stand, joel used the back of the sofa to help him stand, crowding you against it. you looked at him desperately, you didn’t want this to end, you could feel his hard-on press against you. but you couldn’t think. joel was looking at you like you were god’s single most beautiful creation.
“are you gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?” his drawl made his words come out slurred as he whispered them in the space you shared between your mouths, he sounded drunk and you could smell your cum on his breath. you nodded furiously, your eyes wide and joel felt like you were the most willing prey and he was a predator. he couldn’t find it in himself to care, lifting you by the back of your knees and letting you point him to your bedroom.
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deanbrainrotwritings · 2 months
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— WILD FLOWER
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SUMMARY : dean gets hit by a spell when fighting a witch and assumes it was harmless or ineffective. he was wrong, but at least he wasn’t dead. he’s a woman now. 
PAIRING : fem!dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : sam winchester
WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, fingering, oral sex, fem!dean (idk, that’s not a warning), misgendering?
WORD COUNT : 5.5k
A/N : title from RM’s song. this was new but very interesting, and I don’t regret it. I imagined dean as a combination of margot robbie and elizabeth olsen?? yeah, idk lol, yall can picture whoever you want. (I hate my 18 year old writing, but here it is) XXX
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Dean grunted as he let himself fall into the backseat of the Impala. Sam and Y/N looked at each other and Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she debated walking into the backseat with Dean or riding shotgun. 
“Dean, keys,” Sam reached his hand inside the car and Dean whined quietly, but started to search his jeans for the keys. Y/N watched Dean struggle with finding the keys, a loving smile growing on her face, and he held them out for Sam to take at last. “Sit with him, make sure he doesn’t die or something,” Sam joked to Y/N.
“Fuck you, man,” Dean grunted, moving slightly as Y/N slipped in the backseat with him snickering at him. Dean snuggled into Y/N, mumbling softly against her thigh as she played with his hair.
“You feeling okay, D?” 
He hummed softly and nodded. “‘M just sleepy.” 
She wanted to scold him for jumping in front of her when the witch cast her spell. He knew that she couldn’t be hurt, she had no idea why he would do that. Maybe it was just a habit, but it’s been a long time since he’d treated her like that, as if she were fragile and could easily die. 
She was worried, but he eventually fell asleep with his face pressed into her stomach, curled up on his side. He looked so adorable when he slept, a little smile tugged at her lips and she took the blanket they kept in the backseat and placed it over his body. 
“Think he’s gonna be okay?” Sam asked quietly as he drove, glancing at Y/N through the rearview mirror. He also looked concerned, his eyes wide and puppy-like, his teeth chewing at the inside of his cheek.
“S’long as I’m alive, he’ll always be okay,” she promised, caressing Dean’s cheek with her thumb. Sam let out a shaky breath, relaxing in his seat while his hands flexed on the steering wheel.
“Thanks, Y/N,” Sam murmured, focusing on the road. Y/N looked away from Dean and gazed at Sam with a little smile, her eyes soft. “I’m glad you’re always here and have our backs. I know it was your choice to come with us all those years ago, but.. you’ve stayed with Dean and me—even after everything. I know anyone else woulda run for the hills, but you actually love my brother in ways I’ve never seen anyone be loved. He deserves you and you deserve him, you two make each other so happy…” 
She blinked at Sam, confused by his sudden speech, she figured he must have been anxious at Dean’s current state. Still, his words had impact. It was no secret she was head over heels for Dean and it was no secret he was just as in love with her. It made her stomach clench delightfully, her face heating up as she imagined how easily everyone else can see the love they have for each other. 
She looked down at Dean, smiling wider at his peaceful face before quietly saying, “you don’t need to thank me, Sam.” 
“No, I know… I just… I’m glad you’re in our lives,” he told her bashfully, smiling at her through the rearview mirror. She looked up and smiled back at him, letting out a small laugh that made him relax immediately.
“I’m glad you’re both in my life too,” she said quietly. A peaceful silence descended within the Impala, the occasional little rock hitting the metal frame while Sam drove as smoothly as he could back to the motel they were staying at. 
Thankfully, the sun wouldn’t start rising for a few hours which meant they could catch a little sleep on their last night at the motel before heading off to the Bunker. More importantly, Dean would get some extra sleep—and Y/N was thrilled that he would be able to sleep fully until morning.
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Dean whined and nuzzled into Y/N’ stomach when she tried moving him out of the Impala so he could sleep in a bed. He slapped her hand away and mumbled some nonsense into her tummy until Sam returned to check on them and roughly slapped his brother’s shoulder.
“Ow,” Dean flinched, slowly getting up to rub his shoulder with a pout while Y/N and Sam laughed at how childish he sounded. “You’re both mean…” he muttered, pecking Y/N’s lips just because he could before sleepily stumbling out of the Impala, stretching and rubbing his eyes. Y/N took the opportunity to gently smack his ass as his jacket and shirt rode up his body. 
He smirked at her, pulling her into his arms to kiss her which made Sam groan in disgust, mostly playful. She giggled into the kiss, clutching Dean’s shirt as he held her face in his warm palms.
“Alright then,” Sam cleared his throat. When Dean held Y/N in place, his tongue lazily slipping past her lips as he tilted his head for a better angle, Sam scratched the back of his neck and rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna shower,” he said quickly, and made his escape. Dean chuckled, finally pulling away from his girlfriend.
“Will you make me sleep on the couch if I don’t wanna shower?” He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, it made her smile adoringly at him. Dean could surprisingly pull that look off quite well and she had to resist rolling her eyes—mostly at herself for melting as soon as he looked at her that way. 
“Just sleep in clean clothes and brush your teeth,” she murmured, kissing him softly. He hummed quietly, nodding his head, accepting her proposition. 
“What if I sleep naked?” He wondered with a smirk, staring down at her. He bit his lip, raising his brows as he held her close to him. She laughed and rested her head on his chest, her ear pressed over his heart, listening to the cadence of his relaxing heartbeat.
“I would love that, but unfortunately, we share a room with your brother…” She moved away from him to close the door. He groaned in annoyance, holding her pinky with his. “I know,” she said dramatically, tugging him to the motel room, fully intertwining their fingers, “if only you could sleep naked next to me at all hours, every night.” 
He chuckled softly at the thought, spinning her around to face him with his arms around her waist. She gasped dramatically as he opened the door, but before he could kiss her, she put her finger to his lips, “better yet, what if you were naked at all hours, every day too?” He stumbled in with a laugh, kicking the door closed, and pressing her against the wall.
“Is that what you picture if we have our own home?” He murmured, kissing her passionately and sloppily dragging his lips down her neck. “Me, walking around naked so I can fuck you whenever I want?” He grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him. 
“Dean…” she moaned, “we can’t���” 
He rutted against her slowly, her hands twisting in his shirts, as his warm breath fanned over her neck. He was already hard, it was driving her crazy to feel him against her clothed core, wetness pooling between her legs.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pressing his forehead against her shoulder, “I know.” He let her down gently and kissed her forehead. “Sorry,” he whispered, kissing her forehead again before he pulled away and started to strip.
“Don’t apologise for that,” she chuckled, stripping off her dirty clothes and putting on a clean pair of panties as he stood there, naked.
“I was apologising to your panties, mostly, and your pussy,” he bit his lip and nodded at her playfully, “because I bet they’re soaked, just ruined, and that you were expecting my dick inside you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she chuckled, stealing a shirt from his duffel bag and grabbing some new boxers for him.
“I…” she laughed, shoving his boxers against his chest, “stop distracting me.” She walked past him as she put his shirt on and laughed when he pulled her into him again. His warm hands moved up her sides, lifting the shirt she wore as he pressed himself against her, his cock squeezed between their bodies. “I’m serious,” she chuckled, looking over at the bathroom door where the water was still running as Sam showered.
He sighed and let her go, dramatically putting his boxers on and standing there with his hands on his hips. “Better?” He asked, rolling his eyes playfully when she peeked at him from over her shoulder and then smiled at him.
“Not really, but I asked you to, so, I guess.” She smiled at him and pulled him closer to her. He moved with her smoothly, holding her close and plopping down on the bed with her in his lap. “Sammy's gonna come out soon,” she warned as he kissed her again and kneaded her ass, his hands warm and rough. 
“I know,” he whined, falling back on the bed, closing his eyes, his thumbs rubbing circles on her hip bones. “Don’t get mad, I don’t wanna brush my teeth, I’m still a little tired from the spell.” Her eyes softened and she leaned over him, kissing his hairline, dropping another kiss on his forehead.
“I’m never going to get mad at you, you know that, Dean.” She kissed his nose and then his lips before climbing off him and laying down with her head in the pillow. He turned to look at her tiredly, but managed to smile at her happily.
“I know, I just like being dramatic.” Instead of claiming his spot closest to the door, he settled between her legs, nudging them apart with his knees. 
“I love you so much, Dean,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought him down to rest his head on her chest. He quickly relaxed, a soft sigh warming up her chest as he nuzzled between her breasts as comfortably as he could. 
“I love you, Y/N, so much,” he mumbled shyly against her chest. His face heated up, but he hoped it made her smile. Her fingers began combing through his hair, and matched with her steady heartbeat and her warmth, they lulled him until he fell back into unconsciousness again. 
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When he woke up, it was already sunny outside. He knew Sam must have gone out for a run, and after that, to pick up some coffee and tea for Y/N. He sneaked his hand under his girlfriend’s shirt with his eyes closed. Dean felt her stir when his fingers gently brushed against her nipple, a shudder rippling through her that made him smirk.
He lowered his hand and tugged at her panties, hoping to rouse her. It made her moan softly in protest. When he went to kiss her, a curtain of honey-coloured locks scared the shit out of him and he nearly screamed at the top of his lungs, but settled for a quick, “oh, shit!” 
He stumbled off of Y/N and his wiggling on the bed woke her.
“Dean?” She rubbed her eyes and blinked at the naked woman on the bed who was looking down at herself in shock. It sobered Y/N and she scrambled far away from the unfamiliar woman. “Dean?! Is this some kind of joke?” Y/N got out of bed, her eyes trailing up and down the woman’s body.
“Y/N, it’s me! It’s Dean!” In his attempts to get up, his boxers fell from his slimmer, curvier body, and Y/N froze, staring at him in the eyes. Green eyes. Dean pulled the boxers up and held them at his waist. 
“What?” She asked quietly.
“It’s me. It’s Dean. I’m Dean,” he said more calmly, making his way to her on the bed, walking on his knees. “Im kinda freaking out, babe,” he admitted quietly. Y/N’s eyes flickered down to Dean’s breasts again and then Y/N started to laugh. “What? What’s so funny? Sweetheart, we need to find out what happened! What the fuck is going on?” He didn’t care that she was laughing, he still moved in for a hug which she easily gave to him, her arms wrapping around his, her, neck.
“I’m sorry, D,” she murmured, burying her face in his neck and smelling the same scent that always came from Dean. “I think it was the witch, honestly,” she mumbled, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes, his green eyes and cute freckles that she always loved. 
“But she’s dead…” Dean whispered, sitting down, his long hair covering her chest. “S-shouldn’t I…? Then why is the spell still working?” He wondered exasperatedly, running his hand down his face. “I need some clothes. And-and we need to get to the Bunker, read up on this shit…” he started to ramble as he got off the bed, letting his boxers fall.
“We can call Rowena,” Y/N suggested, but Dean was too busy rifling through his duffle bag. “D, slow down, I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes.” She got off the bed and stopped Dean, who was still pretty tall. He instinctively leaned down to kiss her, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. She kissed him back, to his surprise, as if he were the same, as if it didn’t matter to her that he was a woman now. At least for however long he had to be one before they turned him back.
“I wanna wear that dress that drives me crazy when you wear it,” he murmured playfully against her lips. She laughed at Dean, pulling away completely to dig through her duffle bag for a pair of her underwear and a bra. “Babe, your boobs are bigger than mine,” he pouted, experimentally holding his breasts in his hand and rolling his nipples between his fingers. He gasped softly and Y/N’s face heated up as she watched him touch himself. “Shit, am I pissing myself?” He stopped touching himself to look between his legs and then relaxed when he realised what was happening. “Oh,” he said with wonder.
“Stop that,” Y/N chuckled, placing the bra back into her bag while Dean pulled Y/N’s underwear on. She then took out the dress Dean was talking about, wondering if he was serious or not. “Are you sure?” She asked, holding it up for him to inspect it—even though he’d seen it millions of times. He rubbed his thighs together and then looked up at her, his face flushed.
“Uh, yeah,” he said, getting up and taking it from her, letting him help putting it on. She bit her lip, realising that he was turned on right now. “Man, why am I so wet?” He whined as Y/N fixed the straps of the thin and soft dress. 
“I don’t know,” she murmured, fixing the dress on Dean’s body and grabbing the white, silky strap of cloth that went around the waist to make a neat bow at his waist. “Why do you think you’re wet?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Uh,” Dean looked down at himself, bit his lip as he blushed and then looked at her. “Probably because you still turn me on and I’m wearing your panties,” he told her, licking his lips, he stepped forward, watching her stand up straight as he came closer. “I mean, I know wearing panties always feels good to me, but it’s always different when I know they’re yours,” he confessed, looking down as he sneaked his hand under her shirt and into her panties. Both their breaths started to pick up and he moaned softly, finding her as soaked as he felt. 
Just then, the doorknob started to rattle and Dean grunted in annoyance. He moved his hand out from between her legs and licked his fingers clean of her slick before kissing her forehead and heading to the bathroom. Sam froze as he watched a woman—Dean—wad to the bathroom while Y/N stood there, flushed, before facing Sam.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked, closing the door behind him to place the cup holder on the table. 
“Uh, the witch made Dean a woman,” Y/N said bluntly, putting on some jeans to look a little more decent. 
“The.. What?” Sam blinked at Y/N, then seemed to have let the information sink as he sat down, abandoning the coffee cup he was drinking from when he came in. “Are you sure?” He asked, even though he knew Y/N knew what she was doing. She nodded and took the cup that had the tea string hanging out of the cup. “I’ll call Rowena as we make our way to the Bunker, it’s just a few hours away…” Sam stretched a little and froze when Dean came out of the bathroom, using a towel to clean his face.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, hating the way Sam looked at him in shock. Dean took the last coffee on the cup holder and started to drink from it. “I know, I’m so hot like this, too,” he smirked up at his baby brother. Sam rolled his eyes, needing nothing more to know that it was, in fact, Dean as a woman. 
Y/N chuckled and made her way to the bathroom to get ready, letting Sam and Dean talk about whatever they needed to before stepping out. She got her stuff ready, found Sam perplexed, prepared, and Dean amused and curious, before they all headed out to the car to get to the Bunker.
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Dean pouted as Rowena started to scan his body using a spell, Y/N stifled a laugh, which made Dean smile. As soon as Sam got in the Impala, he started to call Rowena and told her to be there to help Dean out. She was obviously there, faster than either of them cared to mention.
Rowena had also checked Dean out as soon as she saw him, which Dean liked, despite his sassy remark to her objectifying stare. He plopped down on the bed of the infirmary and let Rowena do her thing, Y/N was sitting nearby as Sam anxiously chewed on his fingernails. 
“Honestly, as long as I’m not gonna die…” he trailed off, “but please tell me you can turn me back.” Rowena sighed and smiled at Dean, her eyes mischievous and naughty as she patted Dean’s head like a dog.
“You’re not going to die,” she reassured him and Dean slapped her hand away, sitting up on the bed. “And the spell will run its course in a few days, like a fever,” she explained. Dean listened as he played with the hem of the dress he wore. “Tell me, what’s it like for you being a woman? Have you two already explored your new body?” She asked mischievously. Sam cleared his throat, expressing his discomfort. Rowena rolled her eyes at him, but smirked at Dean’s blush as he crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I’m asking because I can change you back now… Unless..” she trailed off, looking between Y/N and Dean with a knowing look, “unless you two wanna experiment…” She added casually, shrugging and looking at her nails.
“Okay! I’m leaving now,” Sam said, not wanting to hear it or to embarrass Y/N and Dean for their choice. Sam decided he was going to leave the Bunker for a while and l text Dean that he’d be back in a week. Sam nodded to himself, getting some new clothes and his duffle bag, he wanted to give them some privacy. Maybe he could read all those books he wanted to read and stay in a motel for a while. Or he could call Eileen, yeah, he was gonna do that, spend some time with her and go on a date, too. 
“I’m not judging, I’m actually encouraging it,” Rowena said smugly, packing her things. Rowena didn’t need an answer, she had Dean figured out. He was confident and proud about his sex life; he was an experimenter, willing to try anything. Dean rolled his eyes at Rowena and got out of bed to stand next to Y/N. 
“Whatever, we’ll walk you out,” Dean grumbled, taking Y/N’s hand to help her off the chair as Rowena gave both of them a knowing look. Her dark eyes shone with amusement and flirtatiousness, which made Dean roll his eyes again as he took her other bag and walked out with Y/N. 
“I always knew you two were an interesting pair,” she laughed, “I mean, how do you get Y/N to try all these things? She seems too tame for things like these…” Dean smirked to himself, knowing Rowena couldn’t see his face; if only she knew how many times a lot of the freaky stuff they did were Y/N’s idea. He looked down at his girlfriend, his eyes full of affection and desire. She was so cute when she was flustered. 
Rowena gasped dramatically, her heels clicking as she hurried to stand next to them. “Don’t tell me, this child is the one who comes up with everything… I knew you were the most sheltered, Dean.” Rowena laughed, looking between both of them, and needing nothing, but their silence to confirm her statement. “Well, I’m just shocked… but very proud.” She squeezed Y/N’s shoulder, a genuine expression of pride and mischief shining in her grey-blue eyes. 
Y/N shook her head at the witch, allowing Dean to open the Bunker door for Rowena to make her exit. “Well, thanks for coming out to help, Rowena,” Y/N told her. Dean handed Rowena her bag and Rowena grinned at them.
“You’re welcome,” she kissed Y/N’s cheek formally and patted Dean’s shoulder, “have a fantastic week, lovebirds.” Rowena continued to tease as she walked out, leaving Dean and Y/N alone in the Bunker, both amused as they shut the door. 
“I’m gonna go look for Sam,” Dean said, looking down at his body, “and then I’m gonna shower.” He leaned over to kiss Y/N’s cheek, then kissed her lips, smiling adorably at her. 
“Just… go look for your brother,” Y/N chuckled shyly, walking past Dean just as his phone lit up on the war table. “Nevermind!” She shouted, taking Dean’s phone when she saw Sam’s name light up the screen above a message he sent. Dean raised a brow and walked over to her, looking over her shoulder to read whatever notification he got. 
SAMMY : I’m heading out with Eileen. I’m spending the whole week with her. You two have fun… No details, please.
Dean chuckled too, taking the phone when Y/N handed it to him. He typed out his response with a childish snicker and a grin. Y/N’s smile grew watching Dean look practically the same even as a woman.
Dean : Oh, you have plenty of time to finally sleep with her.. Unlike you, I’d like to hear the details… or Eileen will spill to Y/N and I’ll know anyway. Heh.
Dean proudly sent the message, his attention purely on his phone. He saw Sam had immediately read it and the text bubble appeared, so he stepped forward, leaning his hips against the table, nearly forgetting he was a woman. He quickly recovered and laughed at Sam’s response.
SAMMY : She wouldn’t… Stop that!
               Goodbye, Dean
Dean could already hear the annoyance from Sam through the text and he grinned to himself, looking to where Y/N was. A soft smile graced her pretty lips and Dean found himself smiling back immediately, and reaching out for her hand.
“Let’s shower together,” he said with a smile, his thumb brushing against her knuckles when she took his hand. She nodded at him, looking at Dean the same way she always had. It flustered him. 
While he walked with her to the bathroom, he couldn’t help squeeze her hand nervously—now that he was a woman. It was comforting that nothing had changed for her, that it didn’t matter what he looked like. If anything could display how she felt about him, this was the true testament of her love for him.
As much as he wanted to just get the shower over with, he couldn’t. He had no idea how to stop himself from being so horny, it was like starting all over again from puberty. He couldn’t focus on anything, but the desire for Y/N to touch him. He was so wet, everytime his thighs were too close, he could feel his panties sticking to his pussy, the cool feeling of wetness surprising him. 
He didn’t even realise he was already in the bathroom, until he felt Y/N tugging at the ends of the little bow she made around his waist to keep the dress snug against his curves. He focused on her, but the way it just seemed so natural to her that he was a woman now, it was confusing. Still, it was also nice, hoping that her love for him was just that pure and unconditional.
“I love you,” he mumbled. He felt shy saying that, but she looked up at him with her eyebrows raised slightly, pleasant surprise written all over her face, one side of her lips turning up just a little. She leaned forward and pecked his lips, repeating the same sentiment that made him feel warm, a flush that was different from the lust he’d been feeling all day. 
Dean started to take his dress off slowly, but Y/N stripped faster than he did, focused on the task of showering. She turned the shower on and waited patiently for Dean to get used to his lady parts and the difference in size of all his body. His arms were thinner and so were his legs, he was soft, but toned, and just slightly firm on his ass, he was squishy in all the places he liked Y/N to be. When he’d embarrassedly lowered his panties, Y/N watched, amused by the patch of wetness that drenched the crotch of the cotton. 
“Jesus, Dean,” she chuckled, stepping forward and curiously tugging Dean’s panties to get a clearer look at all the wetness. Dean blushed, now understanding why Y/N became so coy when he did or said things like that. He secretly liked it though, the way she pressed her fingers into the damp cotton and hummed as if it were nice against her fingertips. “You're so dirty,” she whispered, laughing softly. 
“I’m not used to this,” was all he managed to say. Y/N released his panties, letting them pool around his ankles. Dean swallowed, waiting in anticipation for Y/N to do something, anything really, just as long as he could get off. She’d mimicked what Dean did earlier to himself, her hands experimentally cupping Dean’s breast. Dean bit his lip, feeling his nipples tighten and tingle with the prospect of being touched.
Y/N was slow and curious in the way she handled him. Her thumbs gently circled around the nipple, observing them start to pucker up. The soft pads of her thumbs brushed against the little buds of his nipples and he found himself arching his chest the same way she did when he did that to her. 
It had the same effect on her as it had on him, and one of her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close so her warm mouth was latched onto his nipple. He moaned, feeling her fingers on his other breast, pinching and rolling his nipples, while she tongued the other expertly.
He felt his knees weaken and he steadied himself on the wall, a wave of wetness dampening his legs more. She released his waist, sucking his nipple into her mouth, her teeth pleasantly scraping the sensitive skin of his nipples. Her hand slid down his side, smoothly tracing the curve of his waist, down to his hips.
Her thumb brushed against his hipbone and it felt so damn good, Dean moaned again, squirming and hoping Y/N would show him mercy and put her fingers where she knew he wanted her to. Instead, she playfully tugged at his nipple and let it go with a pop, her warm breath billowing over the wetness and making shivers erupt on his skin. 
Dean felt his eyes roll back, felt so horny when she wrapped her arm around his waist again and repeated every little stroke of her tongue on his other nipple. This time, her free hand moved between his legs. Dean found himself spreading his legs when her palms sailed smoothly up the inside of his thigh, curving up to cup his pussy, her palm grinding against his swollen clit and her fingers pressing into his drenched entrance. 
He gasped, his fingers tangling in her hair, trying to pull her up so she would kiss him instead. She pulled away from his chest and let Dean kiss her, a surprised sound muffling against Dean’s lips. She didn’t stop palming his swollen clit, and Dean began to undulate his hips against her hand and she smirked. Even now, she loved making him desperate. 
“I need to cum,” he gasped against her mouth. Y/N nodded, circled Dean’s weeping entrance with two fingers and moved them up to his clit. She kissed Dean’s neck, licked his sweet skin and marked him as hers where she thought would look pretty against his skin. Dean’s heavy breaths and breathy moans caused a pool of arousal between her legs again. 
Y/N licked her lips, staring at Dean, and truly took him in. She took in the gorgeous curves of his body, his tiny waist and wide hips, the perfect roundness of his perky breasts, his nipples hard and shimmering with her saliva. He looked beautiful, ravenous, in the same way he’d make her feel when he had the body of a man. 
His hair was long and straight, a lighter brown colour. He was breathtaking, with strands curtaining above his chest and falling in front of his face, long tendrils of honey that nearly covered his green eyes. He looked at her breathlessly, wondering why she was so slowly, agonisingly massaging his clit. 
He hadn’t expected to see the same tenderness in her eyes that she’d usually gaze at him with, her eyes sparkling with wonder and love. Dean whined anyway, grasping her wrist to speed up and control the movements just when she began to trace the same freckles she’d seen on Dean’s other body with her eyes. 
She didn’t say anything, just snatched Dean’s wrist with her clean hand to keep him away as she easily slipped two fingers inside him. Dean gasped, not expecting the speed at which Y/N fingered him. Her fingertips easily found his g-spot, curled so deliciously against the sensitive ridges of his wall. His mouth fell open and he moaned her name loudly, feeling a coil begin to tighten in his tummy. 
He tugged at his nipples with both hands, squeezing his breasts and fucked himself against her quick fingers. Y/N stared up at him, captivated by every one of his hedonistic manoeuvres. Desire flourished between her legs and in her stomach at the sound of Dean’s wet cunt around her fingers. 
Y/N got down on her knees, her mouth sending warm breaths over his pelvis. Dean’s eyes snapped open to gaze down at Y/N with an intense hunger, wiggling his hips and abandoning one of his breasts to spread his folds with two fingers, encouraging her to put her mouth on his clit. 
She didn’t hesitate to flick his clit teasingly and he jolted, his head bumping against the wall. He moaned again, the feeling of her tongue’s perfect strokes drew him closer to his orgasm. The smoothness of movement aided by her saliva and Dean just didn’t care about holding back when he came, completely relaxing his muscles and letting it tear through him intensely.
Dean caught his breath against the wall, her fingers slowing down and stopping before her tongue did. Y/N sat back on her legs and licked her fingers clean while Dean watched her. Leaning forward for more, she lifted Dean’s thigh and pushed his legs open to lap up his clear cum and he moaned appreciatively.
“Come on, there’s still a lot more I have to show you.” She grinned at him mischievously, allowing Dean to relax and catch his breath. She stepped into the shower and stared at him for a moment.
“God,” he whispered and rolled his eyes, “it sucks that this is just temporary.” He entered the shower with her. 
“That’s enough time,” she reassured him with a grin. Dean gasped when Y/N manhandled him under the showerhead and used her fingers to clean him up, purposely brushing against his sensitive clit.
“I am so in love with you,” Dean breathed, pressing a loving kiss to her cheek. 
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Be a Good Teammate pt.3
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Jessie Fleming x USWNT!Reader (also Seattle!Reader)
Read Part 1, Part 2
Preview: You and Jessie face off in the NWSL
Warnings: very minor injury, bloody nose
WC: 3.6k
A/N: okay so I sort of lied, this was supposed to be the part where they grab dinner but then I sat down to write it and it was going to be way too long for one part, so here’s part 3. Part 4 will be the dinner, I promise.
A short day later and here you were, lined up in the tunnel, staring at the back of Nikki’s head while you shook out your legs, alternating side to side. You hated standing in the tunnel before a game, it gave you too much time to think. Thinking about all the details, all the moves, all the plays. You easily got into your own head, you worked yourself up. Even though you knew all those feelings would disappear as the game started, you couldn't shake the feelings. This time, it was especially bad, the words of your coach running through your mind. You couldn't let her down, you had promised you’d have your act together, and you did, you thought. Practice yesterday was a little rocky but you were back to playing closer to yourself, it felt comfortable again. 
You heard the noise of boots against the concrete and you saw Sinc walk up, leading the rest of her team to line up next to yours. You watched the back of the first three players walk by following in line before you recognized the back of Jessie’s head. She ends up stopping only slightly in front of you. Keeping your head forward, you let your eyes wander over to her, not wanting to make it obvious you were looking over at her to the players behind you. Looking up and down you take in her frame for the first time since in San Diego. As if she can feel your eyes burning a hole through the back of her head you see her begin to turn in your direction. Not wanting her to see that you had been watching her, you snap your head down, looking at the floor and pretending to shake out your ankle again. 
You pick your head back up but keep your eyes glued to the back of Nikki’s head. You can see in your peripheral that Jessie’s head is still turned toward you. Giving in, you turn slightly instantly making eye contact with her. The eye contact only lasts a moment as she spins back to face forward and you do the same.
Both captains begin walking forward, you follow in line through the tunnel before splitting off to each side of the pitch. You line up, stand through the national anthem, take your starting XI photo and then stand around as the captains meet with the officials.
“Are you and Jess friends again?” Jordyn asked as you both stood watching the officials talk with Sinclair and Fishlock. 
“I don’t know, we've talked a bit recently, but friends I don't know.” Yes you wanted to sit here and tell Jordyn that you were friends but you didn't know how Jessie felt about calling you friends again so you weren't going to assume you were. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason, she mentioned you talked with her after the gold cup game and then just saw you two doing weird staring in the tunnel.”
“I wasn't staring.” You try to defend yourself but Jordyn begins heading to her pitch location, you follow running to the far side of the pitch. You look across the pitch to the other side, seeing Jessie standing across from you, you should not be surprised but it just kicked in that you'd be marking her most of the game, again.
The first half of the game goes about as smooth as you could hope, you feel like yourself again playing. That isn't to say the game itself is easy, Jessie was keeping you on your toes, most of the time you were able to keep up with her, only once letting her get a perfect long pass, leading to a goal. The score was 1-0 in favor of Portland as you headed into the locker room. 
The mood of your teammates varied, some of them frustrated, some annoyed, others showing little to no emotion as you entered the locker room. You couldn't help but feel a bit out of place, you were feeling satisfied, dare you say a little proud of your performance, Portland is a good team, you were keeping up for the most part. Specifically you had been playing like you knew you could. Your teammates were spread across the locker room stretching, snacking, talking to each other, you took the break to sit down off to the side, sipping from a gatorade. Your coach came walking over, stopping in front of your cubby.
“Are you doing alright today?” She kept her voice low, out of ear shot of any of your fellow players.
“Yeah, I feel like myself again.” You're hoping she noticed as well and that she wasn't about to break the news that you'd be subbed out for the second half, a small pit of nerves starting to grow in your stomach.
“It looks like it, you're doing well, I know Fleming can be hard to mark, not much you could do on the long ball. I just still wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”
“I’m good.” She doesn’t say anything else to you, turning away to go talk with the other coaches. You continue to keep to yourself, waiting for the rest of halftime to be over.
You head out on the pitch and the game starts back up again. In the same fashion that Jessie had, a couple minutes in you're able to get the ball away from her and enough clearance to send it long toward the goal, bouncing off the head of Jordyn and into the goal. You run, celebrating in the arms of Jordyn and Alana. 
The game continues on, not much excitement, no goal scoring chances being made by either team. The ball goes out off the foot of your teammate. The ball is thrown in, bouncing up off a Portland player sending it high in the air in your direction. In an attempt to knock it to a teammate you jump, Jessie having the same idea, also jumps. Her body crashes into yours, her head coming into contact with your face as you both come down.  Upon your feet coming back to the ground you drop to your knees, hand covering your nose as the pain makes your eyes begin to water. The ball no longer in your section of the field Jessie doesn't move far from you. She places her hand on your back and sends a shout to the official to get them to pause play.
“I’m so sorry.” You hear her say, you don't see her as your eyes are clamped shut in an attempt to ease the pain coming from your nose. 
You hear the whistle and before you know it the training team is kneeling next to you, trying to pull your hand off of your face. You only open your eyes when they start talking to you, asking if you're okay. You glance at your hand, seeing the trails of blood running down your palm and dripping into the grass. You’re handed a water bottle and told to take a sip, you do before spitting it out, the flavor tasting like metal. You get handed a wipe to clean up your hands, nose, lips, and chin where the blood had covered.
The training staff make you sit back on your butt as they continue to look at you. One member of the staff feels up and down your nose, he comments that it doesn't feel broken which you are grateful for, you didn't want to deal with a crooked nose or needing surgery. Rolls of gauze are shoved into your nose and an ice pack is being pushed onto your face causing more pain as they have you hold your head back but you're not going to complain. Now standing over you is Quinn, the rest of the team gathered by the bench chatting. You catch a glimpse of Jessie in the Portland huddle, her head still turned back toward you watching you be tended to. 
“Are you good to stand up?” The trainer to your right asks, she holds out more gauze to you, you take it, placing the bloodied gause from your nose into her gloved hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just some pain.” You stand up with the assistance of Quinn and the trainers. They hold on to you, pulling you off to the side of the pitch.
“You can’t go back in while you're actively bleeding.” 
“I know.” You roll your eyes, hating that rule right now. The pain was bad but it’s not like it was your legs or something essential to playing. You stay standing as you wait, swapping out your gauze once more, less and less blood coming out of your nose. Your team returns onto the pitch, the game resuming. It’s hard having to stand and watch, especially as your team is down a player, tied with only a few minutes to go.
Being down a player does not go in your team's favor as Portland is able to move the ball up the field, slotting it past your keeper and into the goal, taking the lead.
You watch for another two minutes before you take out the gauze in your nose, not replacing it this time as the bleeding has stopped. You turn to the trainer, letting him look at your nose one last time.
“You’re good, no more blood. You're probably going to have two black eyes when you wake up tomorrow though.” The trainer informs you as he takes the ice pack and gauze from you.
You thank him quickly before running and getting the attention of the official to confirm you could re-enter the game. She nods you on and you take off across the pitch. The game only had a few minutes left in regular play. Those minutes end and you now have 8 minutes of stoppage to play through, probably 5 of those being due to your nose. Your team tries to tie it up, having a few shots on goal but to no success as the final whistle blows. 
Instead of immediately going to tell the other team ‘good game’, you head over to the bench, grabbing another ice pack to hold to your face, your nose still throbbing. Ice pack in hand and pressed to your face you start making your way over to some of the Portland players, first seeing your fellow US teammates, then making your way to the other players, most of them asking how your nose is. You tell everyone its fine, adding that it's hopefully not broken.
Once you've talked with the majority of Portland and had your own teammates check in on you, you see Jessie standing with her fellow Canadians from both her team and yours. You haven't yet gotten to talk with Jessie, congratulate her on the assist and the well played game. Not wanting to interrupt her conversation with Quinn, Jordyn, Sinc, and Janine you just stand off to the side, trying not to make it obvious that you are waiting for her.
Jessie notices you standing alone, she excuses herself from her national teammates, stating she needs to go apologize.
“Hey.” Jessie approaches you, a sympathetic smile on her face. “How’s the nose?” She gestures to the ice pack you're holding.
“It hurts.” You state the obvious looking back at her. “They don't think it's broken though so that's good.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She apologizes for the second time today.
“It's fine Jessie, seriously don't worry about it, we both went for the ball.” You know she wouldn't intentionally have hit you, even if you were no longer friends, she wasn't like that. “Now if it was broken, I’d feel different.” You joke at her.
“You’ll probably have a nice black eye or two tomorrow eh?”
“That's what I’ve been told.” You hoped that everyone's statements wouldn't be true but you knew you were likely to wake up with a shiner, feeling the under of your eyes already a bit swollen. You both stand there, letting silence creep up, not knowing what to say next. You take the ice pack off your face, holding it in your hand as it is losing its temperature. Jessie takes a sip from her water bottle, just looking at you.
“Hey are we getting a UCLA alumni jersey swap?” The silence between you is broken and you both turn to see the Thorns social media manager standing in front of you, a large camera around his neck. You look down at your jersey, checking if any blood had gotten on it earlier in the game, thankfully there isn't any. Not knowing what to say you turn back to look at Jessie.
“I mean we can, if you want?” Shrugging her shoulders as she says it, it appears she doesn’t care either way. Part of you wishes she did care, you want her to want to swap jerseys with you. 
“Why not?” Agreeing, you move one hand to the collar of your shirt, the other to your back pulling it up and over your head. Jessie does the same only she pulls hers from the bottom causing it to turn inside out. She goes to hand it to you and realizes it’s inside out, quickly taking it back as she twists it to be right.
You watch her carefully as she manipulates the fabric, you couldn’t help it. Her toned stomach and shoulders on display without her shirt, the way her forearm muscle popped out as she worked to fix the shirt. You hear the click of the camera and realize it’s going to be obvious you were staring in the photo. You glance away not needing any more evidence of your crush.
Jessie reaches out, this time with her jersey the right way and you pass her yours. You both grab the tops of them, holding them out in front of you to display each other's name and number. Once the photographer takes a few photos you turn back toward Jessie, bunching up the shirt before putting it over your head and your arms in. She does the same with your shirt. You’re hit with the smell of Jessie. Sure it was mixed with the smell of her sweat but it still smelled just like her. It reminded you of being in college, even the sweat part, you had spent plenty of time together you both drenched in sweat that it brought fond memories to the surface.
Memories of laying on the field after practice just enjoying the sun, driving together to and from practice, windows down in the car, nights spent studying in hotel room floors on away trips, all of the memories of you and her, all attached to that smell.
“Thanks girls.” The camera man turns away walking over to where Jessie's teammates were starting to make their way around and into the locker room.
“I should probably go.” Jessie turns to see her teammates heading in. 
“Yeah of course.” You debate telling her you'll see her later for your dinner plans but decide against it, not wanting to bring it up on the spot. 
You turn to head to your own locker room. You sit through a quick team meeting, which consists of a quick recap of the game, where everyone did well and where there needs to be improvement. Your coach informs you that she’s canceling practice for the following morning, wanting everyone to have the day to recover and take a break. A few of the players begin to make arrangements to travel home that night no longer having an obligation to stay in Portland for an extra day. Your roommate was one to decide to leave, meaning you'd have a quiet hotel room to come back to at the end of the night. The meeting ends and everyone scatters, some girls going to get showers, some packing up, some going to begin their recovery.
You head to the physio room, they look over your nose again, confirming that they don't believe it's broken. You get handed some pain meds, told to keep icing it on and off, and to meet back with the trainers tomorrow before you head home. You hop off the table, and grab another ice pack on your way back to the changing room.
Returning to your cubby, you start grabbing your towel and clothes to shower and change. You curse yourself earlier for wearing jeans as your pregame outfit. As you grab your clothes out of your bag you see your phone light up. Grabbing it you begin reading the texts. 
Jessie (USA): Any chance I could get a raincheck on going out?
The text from Jessie stared back at you. The excitement drains from your body, your heart feeling heavy as you read it over and over. 
Jessie (USA): Sorry to cancel our plans, just not feeling going out after the game, would much rather throw on sweats and sit on the couch.
You understood, of course you did, having just ran around with her the whole 90, you can see why she’s tired. Your legs are starting to feel tight, you always run more than usual when you’re marking Jessie who seems to easily cover 95% of the field. The weather probably didn’t help either, no one wants to get dressed up to go out after running around in the cold all afternoon. You couldn’t lie, sweatpants sounded perfect right about now. 
Jessie (USA): Can we do takeout at my place or something instead?
Relief washes over your body as you realize she still wants to see you.
Jessie (USA): Sorry for all the texts.
“Yo Fleming get your head out of your phone, I’m talking to you.” Your head snaps up at the mention of Jessie’s name. You see Jess Fishlock staring at you. You look at her confused.
“What?” You’re more responding to the fact that she just referred to you as Fleming and less asking for her to repeat what she had said to you previously. She grabs her own jersey top, giving it a tug before pointing at your chest, you connect the dots seeing why she called you what she did, you’re still wearing Jessie’s shirt.
“We’re going out, we lost but we still want to enjoy the trip, are you in?” She repeats her question to you, a couple other members of the team now watching you awaiting your response.
“No, I actually have plans.” A collection of  ‘ooo’ and a couple whistles come from your teammates around you.
“Must be a hot date with whoever she’s been texting so damn much.” Jess’ wife, Tziarra, teases.
“She was texting someone on the bus ride too, smiling at her phone and everything.” You shoot a glare at Alana who shouts out from across the dressing room. Your face is now starting to blend in to match the red thorns jersey.
“It’s not a date, I’m just catching up with Jessie.” 
“Hard to argue that it's not a date when you're wearing her jersey. Just saying.” Tziarra comments, her eyebrows raising with a hinting look. 
Not responding, you take the collar of the Thorns jersey and rip it over your head, throwing it with some force into your locker.
“Not a date, we’re not even really friends.” You emphasize throwing your hands out in display that you no longer had her shirt on. 
You grab your towel and phone, opening it to respond to Jessie.
You: Yeah that's fine, I wouldn’t want to be having to ask our server for a bag of ice every 20 minutes anyway.
You put your phone back into your cubby and head to the shower. You take a quick shower, rushing a bit, wanting to get out of the stadium and back to the hotel so you could put on sweats that you had waiting for you. You hop out, wrapping yourself in a towel and head to get changed. 
Jessie (USA): Do you still like Thai food? I know a pretty good place.
You:  Yeah that's great. We're headed back to the hotel in the next few and then I can head your way.
You put your phone back and let your towel fall, change into your clothes and then sit down waiting for the rest of your team to be ready to leave. 
It only takes a few minutes until everyone is walking out to the bus. Thinking you'll have a seat alone again you prop your legs up again. Your lounging state only lasts a minute before Fishlock is picking up your legs, throwing herself down in the seat next to you.
“Not friends and not a date huh?”
“I told you earlier no, She and I just got back into contact.” Trying your best to stop the teasing that you fear will never end from your team.
“Where are you going to dinner? Is she taking you somewhere romantic?”
“We’re not going out anywhere, we're doing takeout.” Jess lets out a laugh at your response, quickly covering her own mouth.
“So not a date, you're just going over to her place? Whatever you say.” You see her eyes roll. She leans over and whispers. “Hope you packed some cute underwear.” You hear the comment but it doesn't comprehend what she was implying. 
“She has a girlfriend.” The only words you think to respond, not having anything else to defend yourself with. You prop your legs back up on her since she was the one to move them, if she wanted to sit there she'd have to deal with it. You grab your phone seeing Jessie had sent you her address and a message to just let her know when you had arrived. You feel nerves begin to rise in your stomach, you're not sure why though, like you said, she has a girlfriend, it's not a date.
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dira333 · 1 month
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Glass Heart, take flight - Asahi x Reader
A/N: Soulmate AU, requested for the Follower Celebration, tagging @screamin-abt-haikyuu because DUH!
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You’ve got a Glass Heart tattooed just below your left ear. 
It’s small enough to hide behind your hair or a pair of earrings if you want to. 
You don’t know when you’ve got it. It’s what happens to people who are too young when they meet their soulmate. You're pretty sure you know who it was though, not that it helps.
-
Gravel flies everywhere as you fall off the swing. You’d meant to fly as high as you dared, when someone grabbed chains from behind, bringing you to an abrupt stop. You fall face first, tears spilling over your bruised cheeks way before you can start wailing.
“Are you okay?” Someone asks, picking you up with ease. For a moment, you think it’s someone’s parent, but when long fingers carefully grab your chin and turn your face around to inspect the damage, you see it’s a boy, maybe a few years older than you, lanky and long-haired. 
His touch is soft and tickles, surprising you enough to stop crying.
“Who are you?” You ask.
Your words break whatever spell there had been. He jumps back, blushing.
“I, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
He moves back, step after step after step. You try to grab him, what for, you don’t know yet. But you miss, nothing but air between your outstretched hands.
“I’ll go grab your Mum,” he insists, jogging away. 
-
“What school are you going to next year?” Miri asks over Lunch.
Your fingertips find the little heart beneath your ear that appeared last night. 
“Sekodai,” you tell her as confidently as you’ll ever be.
“Ah.” She nods. “They’ve got a great Volleyball Club, or so I’ve heard.”
“Yeah.” You shrug. “But I’m more into art.” And cute guys. But you don’t say that out loud.
-
“Hi. I’m from Class 1.5. Could I draw you? It’s for the Art Club.”
You watch as he blushes, the redness reaching even the tops of his ears.
“I…” He stammers helplessly.
“Dang, Asahi!” One of his classmates whistles lowly. “You’ve got game!”
“I…” His voice’s barely a voice anymore. It sounds more like a kettle whistling. Well, at least you know his name now. He cut his hair shorter and it’s wavy, framing his face in a way that makes you want to drag your hands through it. Or paint it, whatever he’ll allow.
“Please?” You ask. “It won’t take long. It’s just a sketch.”
“F-Fine…” He’s still red-faced when he arrives for the session, relaxes only slightly when he realizes that he’s not the only one. 
Most students have asked their classmates to sit for their panting. He’s not the only third-year, but the teacher eyes him curiously. 
“Do you need something?” She asks. “We normally don’t have high schoolers visiting.”
“I-I… I’m a student here.” Asahi stutters helplessly. “Third year.”
“Oh.” She blinks. “How old are you then?”
“He looks older than he is.” You interrupt, reaching forward to take his hand, to pull him away from the discussion he’s clearly dreading. 
Asahi pulls his hand away like you’re a snake, ready to bite.
It hurts more than you let on.
He barely speaks as he sits for his portrait. Today’s lesson is meant to be in black and white and while you’re glad he agreed to sit for you, you hate the fact that all his blushing is lost to you. You can do nothing more but hope the image will burn itself into your brain, for that you’ll never go without it.
When you’re done and you turn the canvas for him to see, he stills. 
A multitude of emotions flickers over his face, each too fast for you to catch before he bows so low you fear for his spine.
“Thank you for considering me.” He presses through his teeth and darts from the room and you pretend you don’t notice that he takes a few extra steps to avoid the risk of touching you.
-
The sound of a whistle cuts through your heart.
Below you, Karasuno loses, Dateko wins. 
Asahi’s grown taller in the two years you haven’t seen him. His hair has grown out too. 
But there’s added weight on his shoulders, you can tell by the way he walks. 
Your fingertips reach for the Glass Heart below your ear. You wonder how it’s holding up now.
“Are you sure you wanna go to this school?” Miri asks next to you. “I mean, you don’t have to come to Aoba Johsei with me, we’ve been friends for long enough, but you got a ride to Shiratorizawa.”
“No, I want this one,” you say, your voice firm. 
Miri sighs. “Well, at least the Art Club there isn’t bad.”
-
Barely one week into the school year you get the chance to deliver some papers to the Third Year Classes.
Well, the task had been meant for the “strong boys” in your Class, but you’re too stubborn to take the hint. 
Now you’re sweating under the weight of too many folders to count and your hair is sticking to your face in a way you hope is looking cutely disheveled instead of ready-to-murder-you.
“Ah, thank you. That looks pretty heavy, didn’t Takeda-Sensei send someone with you?” The teacher asks. You ignore her words and let your eyes run through the Classroom. There, a little bit further back, sits Asahi.
When your eyes meet his there’s instant recognition. You’d be proud about it, proud that he remembers you even two years later if he didn’t turn away right after. Your heart plummets all the way to your feet, but you need to keep up the facade as well as the weight of folders in your arms.
“Azumane,” his teacher orders. “You’re tall and strong. Help this student out, will you?”
He blushes furiously, but he gets up nonetheless and walks out stiffly.
You pull your sweater over your hands, one by one, so that he won’t have to fear touching you before you offer the folders for him to take.
“I…” He starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence.
-
It happens. There are Soulmates who don’t fall in love. 
You never thought you’d be one of them.
If only you’d have been born without a stubborn head as well.
It would make everyone’s lives easier.
-
“Can I walk you home?” You ask, stepping out of the little shed that holds the bicycles.
Asahi flinches away like you’re the one towering over other people.
“What? How? I..” He stammers. 
You shrug and pull the straps of your backpack a little tighter to hide your shaking hands.
“Can I?” You ask again.
He stares, wordlessly.
“You don’t have to agree, I can just follow you home on my own, two steps behind you so you don’t see me sneaking.”
That brings something like a smile to his face but he turns away to hide it the moment it flickers over his lips.
But he starts walking and you rush to catch up to him, taking two steps everytime he takes one.
“You know,” you say, a little breathlessly when you need to tackle an incline, “As much as Hinata’s going on my nerves, I think he’s good for the team.”
Asahi stops again. “You know Hinata?”
“Uh, yeah. Everyone knows Hinata. Also, I’m a First Year.”
“Right.”
He walks two steps before stopping again.
“You know about the team?”
“Yeah?” You huff, trying to hide the fact that you’re already out of breath. “The only reason I’m not a manager is because I’m way better at art than I ever was at managing.”
“Why don’t you play?”
You point at yourself, still unable to take a proper breath after less than five minutes of jogging next to him. He doesn’t seem to understand.
“I’ve got the Athletic Genes of a Muffin,” you translate when you can breathe a little better. On the other side of the hill, the sun sets the sky on fire. “But I think it’s all the same. It doesn’t matter if you paint or play Volleyball, really. Humans have no wings, so they search for other ways to fly.”
When you look back at him, there’s something in his eyes you haven’t seen before. It makes you nervous and you swallow thickly, try to regain the composure you’ve had before.
“Do you… do you believe in Soulmates?” You ask, your mind running on empty.
“Sure.” His voice sounds weirdly detached. His face is tinted golden from the sunset. 
“Is this why you don’t want to be touched?” It’s a guess, really. He could still be a germaphobe. But he flinches like you’ve caught him.
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
“It’s a great burden,” he admits, quietly, staring at the sun. “What if they touch you and then you’ve got a mark but they don’t like you like that? You’d always be tied to them, whether they wanted that or not. I’d rather not put that on anyone.”
“It’s a bit late for that.” The words slip out your mouth too fast for you to catch them. You’d wanted to say something else, to put it differently. But he understands nonetheless, his head snapping over.
You pull your hair back to reveal the Glass Heart below your ear. 
Whatever you thought would happen, doesn’t. 
Asahi takes a step back instead of forward. You can see the doubt cloud his mind.
“Please.” You step forward, lunge for his arm like you’ve done all those years before on the playground.
This time, your hand closes around his wrist. It tickles.
But Asahi is taller, stronger, faster than you. When the turns to run, you’ve got no chance to follow.
-
The boy is about as tall as Hinata, dark hair with one bleached strand that makes it look like he’s being hit by lightning.
You remember hearing Yamaguchi talk about him, but his name is lost on you.
“Can I help you?” You ask rather rudely. You haven’t slept well ever since that evening. It’s been a week and it’s starting to catch up to you. 
You wonder if you’ve left a mark on Asahi. Maybe you’d read it all wrong. Maybe you’d run after the wrong guy all these years.
“Are you in the Art Club?” He asks.
“Yeah? Why?”
“You’re really pretty.”
“Thanks?” 
He grins, gives you a thumbs up and leaves. Whatever that was, you don’t have the energy to deal with it right now. 
It takes two more times of him showing up until you learn his name.
Nishinoya-senpai is weirdly adamant about getting to know you. He’s also hilariously bad at it, spending most of his time telling you about how great he did at training today, how he almost couldn’t save a ball Asahi had spiked, or how their manager is the prettiest being in the whole wide world.
“Why are you here?” You ask when he catches you after school. You’re in the middle of washing your brushes and you’d like it very much if your heart just gave in. But it has been two weeks and you still cannot stop thinking about Asahi. Even though you haven’t seen him since that evening. Has he stopped going to school?
“I’m a friend of Asahi.” He tells you.
“Aha.”
“He talks about you a lot.”
“Sure he does.” The sarcasm in your voice would be enough for two more people.
“No, really, he does. I think you’re Soulmates. But you know, we didn’t win against Dateko last year and… well, I think he needs to prove to himself that he’s worthy- Are you okay?”
You can taste the salt of your own tears. You nod, hoping he will leave you alone. He doesn’t.
“What does it matter?” You ask. Not necessarily Nishinoya, but if he’s not willing to leave you alone, he’s going to have to deal with it. “What does it matter if he wins or loses? Isn’t he worthy no matter what?” You try to dry your nose on your sleeve but the tears just won’t stop.
There’s a more pressing question to it all, a question you hadn’t dared voice before but it won’t leave your mind so why not give it the room it craves?
“Am I even worthy?” 
When your tears finally dry, Nishinoya is gone. 
Well, you’ve always known that not all boys are created equal. Some just cannot deal with tears. 
-
“Can I walk you home?” Asahi asks, stepping out of the little shed that holds the bicycles.
You flinch. You thought you’d be the last one to leave.
“You don’t have to agree,” he stutters. “I-I can just follow you home on my own, t-two steps behind you…”
“Why?” You ask, voice a little hoarse from crying.
“Nishinoya told me… About what you said.”
“So?”
Asahi stretches out his arm. His shirt is pulled back.
On his wrist is something you haven’t seen before. Two black wings spread out on either side, like a bird taking flight.
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner,” he tells you. “If you want, you can take my hand.”
You move to grab it, half expecting him to pull away again. But his hand is warm, big enough to swallow yours and he squeezes back even as he blushes furiously.
“What about Dateko?” You ask, not willing to let go. “What about being worthy?”
“I tend to get lost in my own head,” he confesses. “I doubt that will ever change. But, I- I want you to know that I never doubted that you were worthy. I knew ever since we met for the first time, well, I hoped, but I… I didn’t want to-”
“Put a burden on me, I know.” You nod and squeeze his hand at the same time. “You’re going to have to get used to it, you know? I’ve got pretty strong shoulders.”
You can’t see the sunset from where you’re standing. But the way Asahi smiles makes you think you don’t need to anyway. He’ll always be golden anyway.
-
“Careful, door opening.” Asahi announces, one arm on your back as he guides you into the coffee shop. 
Your eyes are glued to your phone screen, but you trust your fiancé that he will keep you safe on your early morning hunt for breakfast.
He orders for the two of you, squinting down over your shoulder every once in a while to check in on your live feed.
Your newest art project hasn’t been online for long and the comments are flowing in almost too fast for you to read.
It’s only when Asahi awkwardly clears his throat behind you that you look up. You spot it right away.
“Excuse me?”
The Barista looks up right away, flinching slightly when she locks eyes with you. 
“He asked for oat milk. That’s soy.”
“Sorry, I mixed that up.”
“No worries, just making sure.” You smile as Asahi deflates behind you, leaning all his weight onto your shoulders.
“Thank you,” he mumbles into your ear. “I wouldn’t have been able to say anything.”
“I know.” Your right hand finds his, squeezes tight. “That’s why we’ve got each other.”
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remuslupinbutcooler · 11 months
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The Deal
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( No given pronouns for reader but nicknames such as “mamas” and “babygirl” used , Poly! lost boys x reader)
You sighed , walking towards their usual meeting spot . Star would kill you if she knew what your intentions were right now.
Star had practically begged you to stay away last night but you couldn’t help it, you were curious. By nature or by force, something had caught your mind you weren’t going to leave without finding the truth.
“Y/N I thought I told you to-“ You glared at Star, causing her to end her sentence and move out of your way.
“What the hell happened? What did you do?” You stomped your way over to David, his usual smirk clouded over his face. One of his hands held a cigarette while his other lay on the wall behind him.
“I have no clue what you’re on about Doll~” He smirked before dropping his cigarette and putting it out, his eyes never left your figure. He knew exactly what you were on about .
“Don’t act stupid.” You rolled your eyes before looking around , you didn’t want to shout incase others heard and made a fuss. “ You killed them .”
“ Woah woah… It wasn’t just me “ He laughed before pointing at his brothers. Star had vanished by now, probably to find Michael and Laddie.
“Didn’t you want us to get rid of them,mamas ?” Paul hands found their way to your hips,his nose burried itself into your neck. His chest lay against your back. “ Don’t act like this wasn’t your idea…”
“Maybe next time you should be more specific with what you want us to do babygirl..” Dwaynes usual tone of voice stayed soft , condescending yet soft. He usually used this tone when addressing you or whatever mess you created.
“Yeah you can’t just expect us to not kill them. “ Marko sounded worried , his usual dramatic expression wiped completely off his face. “ we were only protecting you and feeding ourselves while we did it…” He moved towards you slightly, Marko seemed to be the only one right now that understood your feelings.
“ I guess I should be more specific sometimes… I do appreciate it but ..” You sighed before looking back at David.
“ We had a deal.. We kill assholes who bother you and you don’t mention it, you just accept this .“ He rolled his eyes before moving towards you, “ why are you so upset about this kill?”
“I’m not upset, i’m just mad. You almost got caught . Do you think I want my boys being captured and hunted ??” Your eyes filled over with tears. You weren’t turned yet and you hated how much fear and worry you had in you.
“ We’ll be more careful next time..ok mamas?” Paul’s lip pressed against your neck before his hands pulled you closer, he planted a small kiss on your neck before planting more.
“Mhm..” You sighed before reaching for David. “I’m sorry..”
“It’s fine baby, it’s fine . Just stop worrying ok? We’ve survived more than a silly little newspaper, we’ll be fine “ His hands reached for your face, holding it while your arms wrapped against his frame.
“ I know i know, I’d worry less if I was one of you.. Everything would feel less.. you know..”
“Soon baby soon” Marko cooed before placing his hand on the small of your back.
Dwayne had soon joined the small circle, one of his hands placed itself on your face, stroking it slightly.
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classickook · 2 years
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anything for you | steven grant
pairing: steven grant x gn!reader
summary: when plans fall through with your friends at the last minute, your boyfriend swoops in to save the day.
warnings: none just fluff!
word count: 1.1k
a/n: if you’re anything like me, you’re still distraught over episode 5, so here’s a random comfort fic that doesn’t really have anything to do with the plot to cheer us all up.
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you had received a call tonight, just twenty minutes before you were about to step foot outside your apartment and make the drive to meet your friends, but as it turned out, something came up—between all three of your friends, mind you—and they couldn’t make it.
“i can’t believe they cancelled on me. we had this planned for weeks,” you announced to your boyfriend as you opened the door to let him inside after you had texted him the news, and then collapsed onto your couch, disappointment and frustration evident in your tone. “i was so looking forward to seeing them.”
your shoulders drooped sadly. it was starting to become a trend, you noticed. your friends always seemed to have last minute crises or appointments that prevented them from meeting up with you. at this point, you couldn’t exactly recall the last time you had all been together. being an adult and making time for friends was proving to be harder than you had expected.
“well, it’s a good thing i’m here then, yeah?” steven added happily. his smile was kind, and the way his accent clung at the end of each word, voice soft and endearing in that way you loved, already started to lift your spirits. he was always so good to you. “we can do all those things together that you were planning with your friends.” he pulled you up off the couch and smiled sweetly, dark brown eyes twinkling from the overhead lights of your living room. he actually seemed rather excited, even eager, to be doing this with you, regardless of how silly it might have seemed. “what’s first?” he asked.
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steven looked so cute in his glasses, the old frames perched on the tip of his nose and his tongue poking out in concentration. his hands were steady as they slid the small brush across each of your nails in careful and precise strokes. you were honestly impressed; he was doing a much better job at painting your nails than you could have ever done yourself.
the two of you passed the time chattering on about some gossip you had heard the other day at work, steven gasping in scandalized horror at each story. he contributed to the conversation as well, going on to tell you about his adventures at the museum. he always liked to refer to them as ‘adventures’ though he was still stuck working at the gift shop, not yet moving up to tour guide status, although you knew that he deserved it more than anyone. but he made the most of it, appreciating the opportunity to be exposed to egyptian art and history on a daily basis, spending time in different exhibits, hoping to gain additional bits and pieces of information when he could.
the conversation then segued into a retelling of a less than pleasant encounter with his boss, donna, awful woman that she was. you hated hearing about the negative things she said to steven, and you often threatened to storm the museum and give the dreadful woman a piece of your mind, but steven always brushed it aside, saying he was ‘used to it’ by now, but it broke your heart that people treated him so poorly. he was the most wonderful person you had ever met, and you just wished more people would give him a chance and take some time to really get to know him.
once he finished painting the last nail and recapped the bottle, he blew gently over your fingertips to speed up the drying process, leaving goosebumps on your skin. you leaned back to assess his handiwork and smiled widely at him.
he removed his glasses and set them aside. “what do you think?”
“this is perfect, steven,“ you said genuinely, “really, thank you.”
he looked proud yet slightly bashful at the compliment, a pretty blush coating his cheeks. “so, what’s next?”
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you both agreed on a movie to watch, him offering to make popcorn as you gathered as many pillows and blankets you could find and placed them around the foot of the couch in a makeshift pillow fort.
he guided you to sit down next to him, draping his arm comfortably around your shoulders and making sure you were covered completely by the blanket. you peered over at him, noticing how the images from the television flashed across is face, strong brows furrowing slightly at the scene playing out in front of him. he must have felt your eyes on him because he turned his head in your direction, expression open as he looked at you expectantly. he was close enough that you could see each individual eyelash framing his brown eyes, and the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and over the tops of his cheeks. he was so beautiful it hurt.
“what is it, love?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.
“you’re a really good boyfriend, you know that?”
he smiled shyly, gaze dropping to your joined hands in his lap.
you rested your head on his shoulder and ran your thumb back and forth over his knuckles. “really, i mean it. you didn’t have to do all of this with me. i’m sure there are other things you’d rather be doing—”
his head snapped up at that, the sudden movement shifting you off his shoulder. his eyes widened as he shook his head profusely, “no! oh no, please don’t say that,” he said worriedly. “i loved spending time with you tonight, honestly! i had fun. i would do anything with you, whatever you wanted.”
“really?”
he nodded resolutely.
“so… say i wanted to maybe go to a carnival…” you began cheekily, “you wouldn’t mind doing that with me?”
the look on his face could only be described as pure disgust but he tried to hide it so well, bless him. he swallowed then said, “if that’s what you wanted, i would go with you.”
a giggle bubbled up your throat at how determined and supportive he was trying to be, for your sake, suppressing his hatred for carnivals and the like just to make you happy. the man was far too good for you.
“i’m just teasing you, steven.” a relieved sigh pushed past his lips and you laughed a bit more at his reaction. “i don’t even like rollercoasters, and the food is horrible,” you added.
“oh, thank goodness,” he said, relief evident in the way his shoulders noticeably relaxed. “i might’ve had to break up with you if you did,” he teased and you lightly bumped his shoulder in retaliation.
he smiled at you and you felt really happy, much happier than you would have been had the plans with your friends not fallen through.
“thank you,” you said again.
he kissed your temple. “anything for you.”
you both continued watching the movie until you began to drift off, and steven urged your body to rest against his comfortably as you slept. “goodnight, love,” he whispered.
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Unfinished Business (Jungkook x OC)
Summary: You hate leaving things unfinished - something Jungkook knows a thing or two about.
Pairing: Jungkook x OC
Genre: Fluff, angst (but not the kind you think)
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 5.4 K
Warnings: language, tattoos and needles, a lot of ambiguity
A/N: Writing for the OG couple after a long while. Highly recommended reading (or re-reading) The Fifth Part 1 and 2, or at least Part 2 for sure. Contains a lot of references to the past. Takes place post-military enlistment, a few months after Honey.
Tagging: @bbl32 @ggukkieland @bangtannoonalvg @pb-n-juju @juciu @jeoncookie-bts @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @meirkive @kflixnet (italics cannot be tagged. If you want to be added to the taglist, drop a comment or ask)
Listen to: "suspicious minds" by elvis presley
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It’s only seven am, but Lia’s focus has already been stolen. 
Clutching a cup of hot coffee and dressed in nothing but Jungkook’s t-shirt, she leans against the kitchen doorway of his new apartment, pensively surveying the last remaining boxes that need to be unpacked. They aren’t too big; all the major work was done yesterday, including unwrapping, decorating and cleaning up. The three cartons left in the corner of the living room, one of them marked Fragile, can’t take too much time or effort.
But Lia can’t handle things left unfinished. 
Draining her cup, she places it on the kitchen mantle and retrieves a pair of scissors, getting to work. The first box is living room utilities; a key holder, fridge magnets, a few chargers. She moves them all to their correct locations, trying to make as little noise as possible so as to not wake Jungkook. 
A lot of the heavy lifting yesterday had been done by him; even though he’d seemed to enjoy it, he’d been exhausted by the end of the night. As determined as he’d still been, by the end Lia could tell his energy was declining, especially as his hints to get her to move in with him began becoming less and less subtle.
She’s rummaging through the second box, filled mostly with other knick knacks, when Jungkook emerges from the bedroom, squinting sleepily and pulling on a t-shirt. 
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, voice thick with sleep. He clears his throat.
“It’s no problem,” she replies absently, glancing up at him. “There’s coffee in the machine.” 
The sound of his feet padding into the kitchen fades away slightly as she continues unpacking. The second box has only the dregs of a bachelor’s past in it, including a remote that seems to belong to nothing and a half-empty box of condoms. Deciding to let Jungkook deal with it, she reaches for the last box just as he joins her on the floor.
“Okay, I don’t know where to place these,” she tells him, gesturing to the carefully bubble-wrapped photo frames. “I mean, I can try, but -” She scans the entertainment unit around the television, noting space for at least eight or ten frames. “This seems like something you should decide.”
“You can, too,” he offers, picking out a frame and unwrapping it. “Half the pictures are of you,” he points out, flashing her a toothy grin.
“They’re with me, not of me,” she corrects him, even as she takes the frame from him and admires the picture. It’s of them seated on the edge of a go-kart, in racing overalls and with breathless grins. “This was a fun day.”
“Yeah. The cars were faster than I expected.” Jungkook is quiet for a moment before placing the picture down and tilting his head towards the box. “How many are there in total? I’m not even sure all of them will fit.”
“Sure they will.” Lia drags the box closer and they begin unwrapping the pictures one by one, the memories making them chuckle occasionally. Despite the fact that a large number of them don’t include her, it’s strangely endearing to view glimpses of Jungkook’s youth, his friends and his success.
“This one should go right in the middle,” he decides, holding up a framed picture of the day he’d taken Lia home to meet his parents for the first time. Jungkook had dragged her to the centre of the group, his parents on either side of them, and his brother behind them right after he’d set the timer on the camera.
“It’s cute,” she agrees, “but shouldn’t you put this one up there, too?” she asks, holding up a picture of him with his group members. “Wasn’t this your first award?”
“Oh, yeah…”
“There’s probably space for both.”
“What about this one, though? This was in Wembley…”
They continue debating between what must be at least fifteen frames, eventually standing up to start arranging them on the shelf. 
“Wait, you want to do them all now?” he asks a bit incredulously, eyes wide.
“It’s not that many, Kook,” she tells him, patting his shoulder encouragingly. “We’ve unpacked everything else - do you really want just one box to lie around in the living room?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Really.”
“Let me say that differently: I don’t mind.”
Lia struggles to suppress a smile at his cheeky response and picks up another handful of frames from the box, moving to the shelf. “You got me. I don’t like loose ends. Now can we do this? Come on, you’ve always said you wanted one of these in your living room,” she reminds him. “You finally have it.”
Jungkook sighs dramatically but joins her, for she’s not wrong, and picks up a picture of himself and Namjoon at the United Nations. “Okay, let’s see…” Filled with concentration, he scours the shelf and finally picks a spot near the top. “There,” he says, carefully placing it at an angle and turning around with a flourish. “Okay, what’s next?”
She chuckles and hands him a picture of BTS on stage, and they get back to work. Eight more carefully arranged pictures later, both of them stand back to admire their handiwork.
Lia nudges his side gently. “It looks good, don’t you think?”
“It does… but I’d imagined a lot more pictures, to be honest.” He looks down at her inquiringly. “We have more, right?”
“At least ten,” she assures him. “Any particular events you want to put up? People or birthdays or anything…?” She rummages through the box and retrieves a few more frames, moving to arrange them on the sofa so they can both look at them.
“This one for sure,” says Jungkook after a moment, pointing at a picture of himself and a couple of his band members. “It was after Coachella - such a fun night. This one, with you in Incheon,” he adds, like it’s obvious. “This one, backstage.”
“Was it a special concert?”
“No, but I think I look good in it,” he admits sheepishly. “Or is that too conceited? You know what, forget I said -”
“I agree, completely,” she interrupts him seriously, swiping the picture up from under his nose and placing it next to a frame of Jungkook with Seokjin. She pauses at the sight of her boyfriend in the first one, looking dapper in a suit at the engagement party she’d attended as his date. In the second, Jungkook’s hair is thick and lush, falling onto his forehead with ease, his face shiny and alight with post-concert adrenaline. “Looks good, no?”
Jungkook grins. “If you insist. What about those?”
Lia takes stock of the remaining. “This one is nice… oh, this one is, too - but it might become repetitive… why do you have so many pictures with Namjoon? Okay, wait - this one, for sure. Oh - and this group picture.” She hands half of them to Jungkook and starts arranging the rest. 
“Perfect.” 
At his proclamation, both of them step back again to survey their progress. “Looks great, babe. We can get rid of the box and finally clear -” She breaks off when she sees a few frames still in the box. “Wait, what about these?”
“No more space.”
Lia frowns. “Huh,” she utters softly, tucking her hair behind her ears and reaching for the pictures. One is of Jungkook and Bang PD, but there’s already another one of them on the shelf, so she lets it go. The second is a slightly unfocused one of him at dinner with a few friends, while the third is the group picture she’d handed to him a couple of minutes ago. 
She holds it up to show him. “You’re not putting this up?” 
“What?” He glances at the picture and shakes his head. “No… it’s really crowded and you can’t see anyone in it. Besides, it’s not even a special event,” he adds.
She looks back down at it. It’s clearly taken at someone’s house - and at a party, judging by the attire. There are definitely a lot of people, but crowded might be a bit of an overstatement. There are about ten or twelve people at most, some sitting on a sofa and the rest standing behind it, almost everyone clutching glasses with varying levels of drink and smiling into the camera.
Even through the motionless image, the air of mild intoxication and friendship and fun is palpable. Almost all the members of BTS are in the picture, but the rest are a mixture of unfamiliar boys and girls, most of whom Lia doesn’t think she’s ever met. Jungkook is towards the side of the sofa, looking younger than she’s ever known him, with his friend Mingyu on one side and a girl on the other, perched on the arm of the couch. 
Lia’s gaze lingers on Jungkook; this picture is pre-military, clearly, before the group went on hiatus to enlist. His eyes are shining, his hair thick and long, the lip ring glinting in the dim light. She spots various members of BTS; Jimin’s infectious smile, Namjoon’s dimple, Taehyung’s arrogantly handsome expression. All the other pictures with the group members on the shelf are at events - tours, shoots, engagements, the White House. This one is the most candid - the only candid one. 
She bites her lip; she knows reuniting for a comeback wasn’t the cakewalk Jungkook tried to pass it off as. From the snippets she’s picked up from him and the way her marketing team at Hybe has been working on it since before she and Jungkook even met, it’s been clear that the members have been approaching it with different states of mind - and it’s no surprise that Jungkook might be struggling with it the most. 
She watches him saunter into the kitchen and duck behind the fridge door. She’d never wanted to push him, especially about a part of his life she didn’t really know, but maybe that wasn’t the right way to go about it.
“Maybe we can fit it next to the one of you and Namjoon at the UN,” she suggests. “There’s space there. Or we can replace the one of you and your boxing instructor?”
“I like that one,” replies Jungkook without looking up, now busy assembling breakfast. “Do you want ham?”
“Sure, thanks,” she says absently. Glancing down at the picture again, she shakes her head slightly. It looks like a still from a movie. “It’s a really nice picture, Kook.”
“They’re all nice pictures, but something or the other would get cut,” he says reasonably. “These three are the least nice ones, I guess.”
“It was nice enough to get framed,” she points out. She knows she’s being persistent but it’s most unlike Jungkook to deliberately exclude a picture with his friends, especially the members of BTS. “Even the colour palette would look great with the rest. I think you should consider it.”
Jungkook sucks a bit of sauce off the tip of his finger. “It’s my shelf,” he says simply.
There’s a line, a line beyond which she’s sure her sweet and patient boyfriend can snap. Lia doesn’t think she’s there yet but a part of her is curious to see how far she can take this - and how concerning the situation is.
“Jungkook,” she begins, her tone gentler than before, “is something wrong? Because I thought everything was starting to go back to normal.”
He pauses before sighing softly. “You’re right,” he says finally, looking up but not quite meeting her eyes. “Everything’s okay now. You should put up that picture.” He gives her a small smile and goes back to the sandwiches.
Lia obliges, but something continues nagging at her. Jungkook is an open book, but this topic feels so out of reach to her that she can’t even begin to know where to start. As their comeback rehearsals and studio sessions have increased in frequency, he’s started to reach home later and later, looking more relieved and happy each time. She wonders if it’s still not enough for him, if something has changed so irreversibly that things aren’t bad - they’re just different.
But there are other things to do today.  
“This might be the coolest thing we’ve done together,” says Jungkook excitedly. He slows the car, searching for a parking spot. When Lia doesn’t answer, he frowns. “You don’t agree?”
She winces. “I don’t think it’s the coolest.”
“Can you name a cooler thing we’ve done?”
“I can name, like, twenty.”
Jungkook huffs. “Do you really not want to do this?” he whines, his shoulders slumping.
“Of course, I do,” she answers immediately, squeezing his arm, her fingers pale against his dark tattoo sleeve. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Are you sure? Because it’s really not a big deal, we don’t have to -”
“I know that, Kook,” she interrupts him patiently. “I want to, I promise. I mean, it was kind of my idea,” she adds.
“What?” He glances at her incredulously. “I suggested couple tattoos, like, one month after we started dating.”
“Yeah, that probably wasn’t the best strategy,” she mutters wryly. “But, I meant, the design of the tattoos was my idea.”
“That’s true,” he allows. “And it’s a nice design. Very…” He breathes in dramatically. “Very us. Our core. A lot of history there,” he points out, grinning.
“And the least cheesy design I could think of.” She pinches his cheek as he slides into a parking spot, unable to resist. “Also one where if we break up, mine won’t look strange.”
“Wow, way to ruin it, Lee-lee,” he mutters, scowling as he switches off the car. “That’s it - we’re switching. I’m getting the basketball, you’re getting the basket.”
“What? Absolutely not,” argues Lia as she climbs out of the car. “I’m the one who came up with it; I’m getting the ball.”
“No, now I don’t want the basket. Why can’t you get it?”
“Because it’ll make no sense, an empty basket,” she points out, walking alongside him. “You have enough tattoos that it won’t stand out. Oh, and also - I actually play basketball?”
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
“That’s tough, Jeon,” she says shortly, patting him on the shoulder as they climb the stairs to the entrance of the tattoo parlour. “But we’ve already got the sketch and placement and everything done, and we’re sticking to the plan.”
“God, you’re bossy.”
“And you’re bratty,” she retorts, squeezing his shoulders and kissing his left one. “But I love you anyway.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook grins as they enter the reception, trailing slightly behind her. The low hum of the air conditioner takes over from the traffic outside as he follows Lia to the desk, keeping barely an inch of distance between their bodies and leaning over her shoulder. “You mean that?”
“Sure.”
“God, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he mutters, pulling out his wallet for his ID and placing it next to hers, flashing a smile at the receptionist. “Fine, I’ll get the basket.” 
He pinches her waist gently and she gasps in surprise, swatting his hand away. “Good. Because we’ve pushed this appointment enough times and I just want it to be done. I hate that it’s just unfinished and incomplete and just hanging there, waiting for us to get on with it.”
“Huh.” Jungkook is quiet for a moment. “What if the artist isn’t available today?”
“Then I will physically pick up the tattoo gun and draw the tattoos on us.”
“You’d really draw a tattoo on me? You? I mean, I love you,” he quickly backtracks, “but… you?”
“Exactly,” she says as they walk inside together. “So you better hope he’s in today or you’re going to end up having my artwork on your skin forever.”
“Point taken.”
Fortunately for them, not only is the artist available, but he’s prepped and ready to go. Two reclining chairs have been placed next to each other, the tattoo guns are plugged in and kept on the table, sterilised needles still in the packets, and a tray with small bottles of water.
“Ah, my favourite customer is here,” he greets, his lined face lighting up when he sees Jungkook. “And my second favourite customer by association,” he says to Lia, chortling at his own joke as they bow slightly to each other.
“Thank you for making the time,” she says, while Jungkook genially hugs him. 
“Of course, of course. Ah, this is Eunbi,” he remembers, turning slightly and gesturing to a young woman who steps out of the staff room, “my apprentice.”
Eunbi gives them a small smile, smoothing her short blond hair self-consciously. The roots have begun to darken but it gives her a nice, rustic look. 
They get settled after that, Lia and Jungkook on one chair each, while Eunbi and her boss take their seats on revolving stools, sketch pens in hand and tattoo guns on standby.
“It’s a really cute idea,” says Eunbi, carefully drawing the basketball on the inside of Lia’s wrist. “Jungkook oppa, you’re getting the basket?”
“That’s right.” He takes Lia’s free right hand from beside him and squeezes it. “I’m taking one for the team,” he says dramatically.
She rolls her eyes but squeezes his hand back anyway. “You’re the one who wanted couple tattoos. If anything, I’m taking one for the team.”
“Same difference.”
“Why basketball?” The tattoo artist, who Lia realises has yet to mention his name, peers at them from above his dark glasses. “Is it some new meme I’m not aware of?”
“Oh, no, it’s not a meme,” says Jungkook quickly. “We met while playing basketball.”
Eunbi looks up. “Really?”
“Playing is a bit of an overstatement,” says Lia.
“I didn’t know you played basketball,” says the tattoo artist skeptically to Jungkook. “Are you any good?”
“I’m getting better,” he mumbles, while Lia snorts.
“It’s true, he is,” she adds, grinning at Jungkook’s increasingly annoyed expression. “The first time was… not great. But he’s been practising since then.”
“Good on you, kid. You know, I used to play basketball in high school.”
“Really?” Jungkook turns to him excitedly. “Which position? Do you follow the NBA? I’ve started recently…”
Lia bites her lip as she watches him prattle on about his favourite team, about the last match he’d watched. It was one of the most endearing things he’d done: diving into her favourite sport with interest, learning the rules, watching the matches and following the players on social media.
She squeezes his hand absently, also glad that his strange mood from earlier seems to have disappeared. He’s cheery as ever, all the way from flirting his way into her shower, to proclaiming how he was willing to get the basket tattooed to prove how, much like the basketball filled the basket, she filled him with happiness.
Then she’d groaned and cringed while he’d laughed his arse off, turning the volume up in the car and singing along angelically to whatever song was playing.
“Lia.” Jungkook tugs at her hand. “You want to take this one?”
“Huh?” She turns apologetically to Eunbi. “Sorry, what was the question?”
“Oh, I - I asked how you two met.”
“Oh.” Lia glances at Jungkook, pursing her lips in amusement. “I think you should probably take this, no?”
He shakes his head and mock-glares at her. “Uh, okay. Well, long story short: we went on a date, I was a bit of a douche, but she decided to give me a second chance anyway.” Despite the humour of the situation, the relief in his voice is audible.
Heart warm, she nods. “He worked pretty damn hard for it.”
Jungkook nods. “Basketballs to the face notwithstanding.”
“Aw, that’s cute. And so are the tattoos,” adds Eunbi. “I wish my boyfriend would agree to one - but he’s terrified of needles.”
“I was terrified of basketballs for a good week there,” notes Jungkook. “But you’ve got to face your fears to overcome them,” he says wisely.
“You’re right. I wish he’d been a douche on our first date,” she jokes, “then I could’ve asked him to get a tattoo for me.”
“He’d have to be a really big douche for that,” says the tattoo artist, before lightly smacking Jungkook on the shoulder and ignoring his gasp. “And why were you a douche, huh?”
“I wasn’t - I didn’t -“
“His friend set him up and he was in a bad mood,” supplies Lia, reaching over and pinching her boyfriend’s cheek as he scowls.
“A really bad mood,” he clarifies. “Because he kept texting during dinner and asking for updates - I could’ve hit him, I swear.”
The tattoo artist responds reproachfully to Jungkook, but Lia barely hears it, for it brings back another memory she doesn’t dwell on too often.
She likes video games.
It’s the only aspect of their history she would rather ignore. Everything else - his apology, his attempts at getting to know her better, riding home on his motorbike in the rain, basketball with Dal - makes her reminisce with fondness, more often than not leading to an increased amount of affection for her boyfriend for the rest of the day. This one part of it, though? Not ideal.
She feels Jungkook clutch her hand tighter then, and she realises his tattoo has begun, the hum of the gun cutting through her thoughts. She squeezes his hand back automatically, endeared and exasperated at his wincing despite hundreds of tattoos, and pushes the unwanted detail of their history aside.
“I love it,” he says later, once they’re almost back at his house. He peels off the plastic from his shoulder a little bit before hissing.
“Don’t take it off yet, come on,” she tells him, pressing it back into place and stroking the reddened area. “It’s still fresh. And it does look great,” she acknowledges, lightly tracing the basket that’s wedged peacefully between two bigger tattoos on his tricep. “Do you think the fans will notice a new tattoo?”
“Doubt it. Or maybe they will,” he says after a moment. “You never know. They won’t be able to tell it’s about you, though,” he assures her.
“I’m sure,” she agrees, observing her own basketball tattoo. It hurt more than she expected but somehow, having Jungkook there doing the same thing helped. She won’t admit it to him without some eye-rolling, but she finds herself happy with their decision to get the tattoos after all.
“Do you want to get lunch?” Jungkook asks, unlocking the door and gently steering her in first.
“I’m good with ramen, honestly,” she says, taking off her shoes and padding through the living room. “Could you get a couple packets from the pantry? I’ll put the water on.”
Jungkook nods and disappears, softly humming a tune. Lia glances at the entertainment unit, his Playstation and neatly stacked DVDs, mildly satisfied that after an entire weekend’s worth of work, his apartment is properly set up.
Her gaze falls on the pictures, scanning Jungkook’s handsome face in each, before landing on the same group picture they’d argued about this morning.
And something falls into place.
“Got it!” When Jungkook returns a few minutes later, arms laden with no less than four packets of ramen, it’s to see Lia standing in the middle of the carpet, one of the photo frames in her hands. Even from here, he can tell exactly which picture it is.
She doesn’t look up at his entrance, and he takes the opportunity to dump the ramen on the kitchen island and slowly approach her. 
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” Lia seems to tear her eyes from the picture to meet his eyes. To his relief, she doesn’t look angry or hurt. She simply looks curious - and confused. “This is - this is her.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “What are you talking about?”
She turns the picture towards him. “The girl you had a crush on. Back then.” She deliberately doesn’t elaborate and for that he is thankful. “This is her,” she says, pointing and tapping her finger on the glass.
It’s barely a question. After a moment, he nods. “Yeah, it is.”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise, as though she wasn’t expecting him to admit it so quickly. “And this is clearly the boyfriend,” she mutters as she gazes at the frozen faces, seemingly to herself, not being able to tell how his heart jerks. She looks up at his again, frowning. “Is that why you didn’t want to put this picture up? Because she’s in it, too?”
Jungkook sighs, his shoulders slumping. His gaze briefly falls on the picture, on her face, and he immediately looks away. “It didn’t feel right,” he confesses. “It felt like I would be… I don’t know. Disrespecting you.” He shakes his head and looks at the floor. “Especially if… someday, you decide to…” Here, he trails off, unable to find the nerve to finish his sentence.
“But… why?” Lia still just sounds confused. “She was just a friend, right? And you said it was over.”
“She was. And it is.” He shrugs, ignoring the old, dull pang in his chest. “I haven’t seen or spoken to her in years.”
“Did you think I would be mad?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbles, now wishing he’d just agreed to put the picture up when she’d handed it to him in the morning. This isn’t a topic he ever wanted to surface, and not with her. “When I first told you, you seemed… kind of mad. And then a bit sad.” He shakes his head. “You’re the most important thing to me now. I don’t want to ruin it.”
After a moment, he hears her sigh. He knows this sigh; it’s the same one he’d heard when he’d confessed to her that he didn’t know a lick of basketball, when his meticulously-planned drive-in movie date had gone to shit, when he’d inadvertently revealed that he was afraid she’d think he was too young for her.
“Kook…” She comes up to him, placing the frame on the coffee table on the way. Gently holding his hand, she tilts her head to meet his eyes. “I can’t be mad at you for something that happened before we met. Everyone has a past.”
“Yeah, but I’ve told you about this particular past before,” he reminds her, feeling wretched. “And it didn’t go very well.”
“Well… yeah. It didn’t come up in the best way, I guess,” she murmurs, and he knows she’s remembering their conversation in the Hybe copy room. “But now that we’ve moved past that… I can’t hold you to a crush you had years ago. Especially when it seems like you were friends,” she adds quietly.
Jungkook’s chest starts to feel heavy again. “You just… you sounded kind of mad. I think. Maybe I was imagining it,” he mutters, shrugging tiredly.
“I wasn’t mad… I guess I was a little thrown,” she admits. “I mean, I know you said she had a boyfriend. I just didn’t think it was one of the other members.”
He says nothing. He appreciates her understanding, although he should’ve always expected her to rise above petty jealousy or insecurity. It occurs to him for the hundredth time how lucky he is to have her; how, in the midst of a truly despondent time in his life, she’d been the beacon of light he’d been fortunate enough to stumble upon. He hadn’t looked back since.
But the moment his gaze lands on the picture discarded behind her, his heart creeps up his throat again.
“Is that what it is?” Her voice brings him back. “Do you feel guilty because she was dating your friend?”
For starters. There’s no point, he realises. As mature and understanding as Lia is, Jungkook doesn’t think he can find the words or the courage to relive his regrets, the ones that still catch him unawares when he hears her name in passing, or when he goes to rehearsal and inadvertently locks eyes with his hyung.
“Kind of.” 
Lia nods slowly. “It’s okay, Jungkook,” she murmurs, tugging at his hand again. “No one can control how they feel.”
Jungkook can’t bring himself to respond to that. He makes a non-committal sound, his gaze flickering to the ground.
“You told me you were over her.”
“And I meant it.”
She squeezes his hand. “Good.”
He wills the heaviness in his chest to go away, and forces a small smile onto his face. “Sorry.”
She returns it, holding his gaze before reaching up and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. “We don’t have to put it up,” she reminds him.
But Jungkook shakes his head. “No, you’re right. It is a nice picture,” he allows, picking it up. “And it was a long time ago.”
Apparently satisfied, Lia smiles back radiantly. “And you look very hot in it.”
“If only you’d known me then.”
“You would’ve learnt to play basketball a lot sooner,” she agrees, chuckling. 
“So you forgive me?” he asks after a moment.
Lia’s smile fades slightly. “For having a crush?” she asks, reaching up and touches his forehead with hers. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Not even to your friend,” she adds. “I mean, nothing happened, right?”
She’s beautiful. A beacon of light in a period of darkness he couldn’t see beyond. She saved him, more than she would know.
Jungkook brushes a lock of hair off her forehead. “No,” he lies.
After lunch, Jungkook volunteers to clean up the living room and kitchen while Lia goes to do the laundry. Collecting their clothes from his bedroom, she chucks them in the washing machine, loading it with detergent and softener and turning it on.
She stops by the pantry on her way back, looking for a chocolate bar or any other candy, something to officially clear the air with Jungkook. She searches along the shelves, passing by ramen, boxes of Caffetta coffee, and a lot of protein powder - only to come to the conclusion that his house is hopelessly understocked with sugar.
“We can get low fat,” she murmurs to herself, preempting his response as she makes her way back to the living room. She stops abruptly at the doorway when she spots him, his back tilted towards her, framed picture in hand.
Lia’s heartbeat feels louder for a moment. She takes a quick step back behind the doorway; it’s unnecessary, though, for his focus is on something else entirely. 
She ought to have seen it before. It wasn’t until they returned to Jungkook’s apartment that she even noticed the most important detail in the picture. Mingyu sat to Jungkook’s right while a girl sat to his left, perched on the arm of the sofa. One hand hung loosely around Jungkook’s shoulder, so casually, so harmlessly, that Lia hadn’t even registered it this morning.
On her other side was her boyfriend, clearly. The way she leaned into him, the way his arm rested confidently on her waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin between her light blue jeans and striped crop top, the way their bodies fit perfectly - it looked like they’d known each other forever. There was no doubt as to who he was, especially since he was someone Lia had definitely met.
In light of how intensely close the couple looked, the girl’s hand around Jungkook’s shoulder seemed unimportant. It was almost like a habit, or convenience, her dark nail paint and the small cigarette stub between her fingers looking like they belonged there.
It’s her, isn’t it? There was no one else in the picture it could be, not any of the other handful of girls in the same frame. It’s her; the one who likes video games, the one with a boyfriend - the boyfriend who Lia now knows is one of Jungkook’s best friends, a big brother he loves.
She bites her lip, continuing to watch him until his shoulders relax slightly and he places the photograph back on the shelf. He gathers the empty bowls on the centre table and heads towards the kitchen, and Lia feels the seed of uneasiness sink in her stomach. 
She can believe he’s over her. She can believe it’s in the past, that Jungkook is with her in the present. 
Whatever it is, though - it’s definitely not finished.
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theargopriestess · 9 months
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I Can’t Stop Wanting You - Part 1
How many times had he been here? Too many to count, and too many more for him to bare. Sure he really liked Pearl, hell she was great, being with her was great. But she wasn’t like Carly.
No one was like Carly.
Except Carly.
So when she threads her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, burrowing her nose into him, he allows himself, if only for a moment, a breath of a moment, to close his eyes, to hold her tighter and closer. She smells like daisies and wild flowers and there’s the faintest scent of sawdust from the bar.
He swears that she holds him tighter too, that her heartbeat picks up as his arms loop around her slim frame.
He knows now that it’ll never be enough. Because he’s never stopped wanting her. Never lost hope that they might have a chance to be together. When she kissed him in the studio before she left with her father to go to Italy, he thought they might be able to have something. But that ended in heartbreak, for him at least. But she came back and she stayed his friend for the last ten years. And he still wanted her.
The spell breaks as she pulls away. She gives a friendly punch to his arm, and maybe it’s his somewhat misplaced sense of chivalry that stops him from actually doing it back but he still pulls it and only makes a half hearted motion, watching her as she beams at him before leaving the apartment.
His knees buckle.
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It is possibly the worst argument that he’s-
No.
It is the worst fight that they have ever had. So he leaves, heart torn in two, tears threatening to spill and blood boiling hotter than lava.
“Freddie!”
He hears her shout after him and the second the door slams on the catch he wants to turn back around, run back into Spencer’s apartment and make things right. But he can’t. His heart has been broken one too many times and he just keeps walking. The elevator is his first stop and he gets in. The tears fall as the doors close and he drops his weight against the back wall, pulse roaring in his ears and suddenly he feels as if he is being suffocated, and tugs at the tie around his neck, pulling it free and rolling it around his fingers and stuffing it in his pocket. The first time in a long time, he allows himself to properly cry, his whole body shakes as he does.
I hate her her!
I’m an idiot!
No you don’t, you could never hate her. His heart argues with itself.
The elevator doors open and he stumbles out. To the doorman he must look drunk or high out of his mind.
He doesn’t care.
For the next few hours, he walks the city streets. Hands in his pockets and fighting back more tears.
. . .
Hours later he’s back in Spencer’s apartment. The Italy set up is gone now, but there’s the faintest scent of garlic and pasta.
“Carly planned this beautiful moment, and I ruined it”, he drops his head into her hands. Spencer stays silent. He’s not surprised that the only sibling of the love of his life is angry with him. He would be.
He is.
“Have you talked to her at all today? Is she okay?” he can’t stop the desperation coming out in his voice, his vision blurs slightly as Spencer’s moves to sit on the arm of the couch. “Honestly, last night really freaked her out and she’s been a mess. Harper said that she spent almost the entire night crying and now she’s scared that you don’t want to be friends at all”.
No! Oh God, no!
“What?”
The pain that he feels now is worse. A whole lot worse. As if Dwayne The Rock Johnson socked him in the gut.
“I have to talk to her. Is she here?” He’s desperate now. He’s got to make it right. He’s got fix things between them. He’s sure Spencer’s can read his mind because he says, “she left a note for you up in the studio”.
He stands and runs up to the studio, feet slamming on the hard wood steps. He reaches the final step but in his haste and desperation to get there as fast as possible he trips and lands heavily on his front. He grunts upon impact but gets back to his feet, using the wall as a crutch to pull himself up.
He jogs to the door and stumbles into the studio.
She’s standing there, surrounded by soft glowing light. She’s so beautiful.
And he still wants her.
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It’s hours later, his mother and daughter have gone home and gone to bed. Harper and Spencer too. They are still there, up in the studio. Carly has leaned back against him, back to his chest, head resting against his. She’s quiet as she breathes steadily against him, and for a moment he thinks have fallen asleep.
She hasn’t.
She shifts her head against his, and he turns his to hers, their foreheads brush and bump, then their noses and finally their lips. It’s different to how they’d kissed before, not quite as casual as it was in front of their family, not quite as needy and passionate as when they’d finally cleared the air and admitted their feelings for one another. This time it’s slow, tender and tastes of longing. He shifts his weight, forcing her to sit up, and he realised it must be awkward an uncomfortable for her neck.
She pulls away and he opens his eyes and watches her as she turns her body round to face him, shifting closer, (if that was even possible), she slips her hands to his neck fingers playing at the soft hair at the back of head as she leans in again. He obliges her all too happily, cupping her neck with one hand, thumb gentle against her jaw bone, other arm wrapped around her waist. Kissing her has never felt so good.
In the tenderness of the moment, an idea springs to mind, and he nuzzles gently at her lips with his own before he pulls away, stuffing his hand into his pocket and pulling out is phone. She laughs almost incredulously, “are you serious? You were kissing me like half a second ago and now you’re checking twitter? Are you kidding?”
He catches her eye, giving her a wink and a lopsided smirk, “no, now where is it, had it saved in my fav- ah there it is.”
“Freddie what are you-”
He stands as Chrissy Chase’s ‘Meant for Me’ starts to play. He offers her his hand. “M’lady, may I have this dance?” Carly smiles and nods, taking his hand and standing, allowing her to pull her in. As they dance slowly to the music, Freddie holds her closer this time, his hands resting on her lower back, he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of her arms around his neck. Neither one of them can take their eyes off each other, and it’s almost as if they are stuck in their own little bubble, like nothing in the world could disturb them. As he looks into her eyes, he sees the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, slowly rolling down her face. He lifts a hand gently to to face to catch the falling tears, inclining is head forward. “Hey”, he speaks quietly, “you’re crying, what’s wrong?”She shakes her head, smiling at him, reaching her own hand up to his face, brushing her thumb against his cheek. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just so happy”. In response, he turns his head into her hand into her hand and nuzzles his nose against it, pressing his lips against her palm. “I’m so happy too”.
He’s certain that she knows that he wants her. He’ll always want her.
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russosafehaven · 1 year
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Bones to Bone
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Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader
Content: ED, Underweight!Reader, Body Dysmorphia, Scarred!Reader, Reader is Frank’s Sister, Pre!Punisher Storyline, Slightly obsessive Billy
BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92
POV: Second
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It wasn’t the first time Billy had caught you staring at yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your hands over the outline of your bones and muttering about how fat you are. He knew he should tell Frank or Maria. Yet he didn’t, he wanted to be the one to help you. When he first met you you were so soft and gentle. You had taken your brother in your arms before moving over to him, hugging him just as you had hugged Frank. You were total strangers to one another and yet you had welcomed him openly.
He watched you with intrigue as you dragged your fingers over your ribs slowly. Like you were in a library walking amongst the shelves. It made Billy wonder if Frank knew you were like this. Thin, frail, vulnerable. The wind could knock you over and you’d just break. On your chest were some wide pink scars, they matched the ones all over your arms, stomach and legs. Billy was curious as to what happened that made you like this.
As Billy made his way down the stairs he saw Frank in the kitchen, bothering Maria while she cooked. He sat down on one of the barstools, looking over to the kids who were distracted before talking.
“Hey Frankie?”
The large man turned around, facing his brother and raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Yeah?”
A deep sigh escaped Billy’s mouth.
“Your sister, has she always been so thin? I just saw her in the bathroom again and she was touching her ribs again”
This caused Maria to turn around as well. Billy knew the two girls were close. He’s heard many stories from the pair, from drunken nights out to how terrifying the Castle sister was during Maria’s birth.
“What do you mean again?”
Frank slammed his hands down on the bench. Junior and Lisa turned around, raising eyebrows at their dad. He brushed them off and they turned back around, not wanting to risk upsetting their marine father.
“Caught her doing it a few times for the last few months. Doesn’t look too good Frankie”
Frank brought his hand to his face, he knew you weren’t the best mentally. Yet you’d been acting so well these past few months. To find out it’d all been in vain troubled the man.
“You couldn’ta told me sooner Bill?!”
He hissed at the younger man. The kids turned around again, looking at one another with concern riddling their faces. They’d seen their father like this a few times. Frank was a protective man, but he was most protective over his baby sister. They’d seen it a few times, when out in the park and eyes would linger a little too long on her small frame.
“Frank baby calm down, your sisters a strong girl. She’s gonna be okay”
Maria knew her words wouldn’t help. On more then one occasion she had to drive you to the hospital. She always hated having to send that letter to Frank. Whenever it happened she’d send a care package as well, knowing Frank would need it more than ever. Anger ran through Franks bones and Billy was almost scared of the man before him.
You walked down the stairs, entering the dining room to the Castle residence. You’d stolen a shirt from Maria and yet it was still too big on you. Your pants were tied tightly and were still too loose around your waist. Frank caught your figure first. His eyes softened when he saw you, not in a caring way but in a concerned way. He hadn’t noticed how sick you looked. Dark under eyes and hollow cheeks.
“What’s going on?”
You continued your path towards your family and still no one dare spoke a word. Billy had his lips pursed, the kids focused on their show, Maria pretended to busy herself cooking and Frank… well your brother bore holes into your skull.
“Thought you said you’ve been getting better?”
It felt like your world collapsed around you. Your brothers words struck your core. You had done everything in your power to convince them you were okay. Carefully you took a seat next to Billy. He grabbed your arm, helping you ease into the seat.
“I…”
The words got caught in your throat. Frank knew he shouldn’t be so harsh but he was. It was the only way he knew, the way war taught him.
“You were always going to go places. You were meant to go to some Ivy college and do something with your life. It hurts seeing you like this. You’re my little sister, I can’t keep seeing you like this…”
You could’ve sworn Frank was crying. Deep down you knew your actions hurt him. Addiction always affected the people in your life. You couldn’t even respond, you just jumped from your seat and ran for the front door. Grabbing the keys to your car and getting in the front seat. When you turned the engine on you sat for a few moments, wondering when it all went wrong. You went to drive off but then Billy climbed into the passenger seat.
“You can’t run away from this”
You reversed out of the driveway, watching in your peripheral as Billy put his seatbelt on. You didn’t know where you were going, you just wanted to drive.
“I can run from anything if I try hard enough”
The two of you sat in silence for nearly four hours. The clock was nearing 11pm and you knew you’d have to get a hotel. Somewhere in the back of your mind you drove towards Salem.
“Salem huh?”
You didn’t say anything. Just driving until you found a hotel. When you did you had immediately got out, going to get a two bedroom room. Billy was going to stay with you, that much was inevitable. He got out of the car, following behind you. The man was quick on his feet, silent and deadly like a panther. The two of you arrived at the door and entered the room. Immediately you collapsed on the bed, trying your best to fall asleep.
“We’re going to talk about this”
You led out a grumble and Billy just sighed. The room ended up only having one bed despite requesting two. He climbed in next to you, wrapping an arm around you waist and pulling you into him. You should’ve pulled away but he was so warm.
“Night Billy”
“Night baby”
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hellowhisperingstars · 10 months
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Chapter Seven: The Tattoo
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Summary: Steve gets protective and a night out with Eddie ends with him staying over at your place for a while.
Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader
Words: 11.5K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Overuse of pet names, Y/N used, cussing, dom/sub dynamic, dom!eddie, sub!reader, light bondage, thigh spanking, hair pulling, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, vibrators, P in V, orgasm denial, a little bit of overstimulation, subspace, Eddie calls reader a brat once, fluff. I think that’s all. Please let me know if I missed anything!
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Eddie woke up before you did a few hours later. Yawning, he looked over at the clock to see it was around noon. Six hours of sleep. Not bad. He could sleep for a little longer but he was worried about you, you had work. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he remembered that last night you admitted to being the owner of the bakery you work at, being the owner gave you more leeway than just a regular old employee so he decided to let you sleep. He had pulled so many orgasms from you last night that you needed to rest and when you woke up he’d make you breakfast. Or lunch now that he thought about it.
He grunted when he felt something land on his blanket covered stomach and when he looked over at you he smiled at your sleeping form. You were facing him, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, hair a mess, with one hand shoved under the pillow your head rested on, and the other had been thrown over him. Gently he placed his hand on yours and rolled over to get closer to you. Carefully, so he wouldn't wake you, he pushed some of the hair from your face so he could see you better. He decided he liked waking up next to you, your body soft and warm from sleep. Wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you closer planning on getting a few more winks with you. But of course that didn’t happen because as soon as he had just closed his eyes a knock sounded from his bedroom door. With a quiet groan he kissed your forehead and moved away hoping to get to the door before whoever was behind it could knock again. 
In seconds he was unlocking the door not caring at all that he was in just his boxers from last night. Opening the door slightly he glared at the person who disturbed his time with you. “What?”
Steve looked at Eddie before he let his hand drop. A look of concern on his features. “Is Y/N with you? Her car's still here but she's not in either of the guest rooms.” 
“Yeah.” Eddie yawned, scratching at his chest. “Yeah, she's in here. She's sleeping.” 
“Okay cool.” Steve nodded, his shoulders visibly relaxing, and was about to turn away when he looked back at Eddie. “Look…I know you’re both adults and can make your own decisions and I know you won't but… just… don't hurt her, dude. I know the kind of things you're into and… I worry… about her…”
“Steve. She's your cousin and you love her. You're going to worry no matter who she’s with. But you don't have to worry about her with me.” Eddie said, leaning against the door frame, his hand still holding the door knob. “Anything we do together is consensual. I like her, Steve. A lot. I'm not going to hurt her or do anything to mess this up. I promise.”
“Good…” Steve nodded, placing his hands on his hips as he looked Eddie in the eye. “I’d hate to have to kick your ass.” 
“I’ve literally never seen you win a fight.” Eddie laughed, shaking his head. 
“Hey I was close a couple of times,” Steve snorted. “Plus there’s a first time for everything.”
Chuckling, Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. He looked almost soft. “She’s safe with me Steve.”
“I know.” He sighed, wiping his hand over his mouth. “I know she is. Just..”
“I know, man.” Eddie nodded before looking down at his state of undress. “I’m gonna go back inside now. She’s here. She’s safe. You can relax.”
“Cool, okay yeah.” Nodding, Steve turned away and headed for his own room. 
Eddie watched him as he went down the walkway, just in case he wanted something else, but when Steve’s door closed he chuckled to himself and did the same. Wiping his face he looked over at you hoping you hadn’t been woken up by that but you were laying there all cozy with your eyes open staring at him. “Did we wake you up?”
“You're not exactly quiet, babe.” You mutter, wiping the sleep from your eyes. But in doing so you completely miss the smile that Eddie got when you called him the pet name. 
“Oh, well I'm sorry. I'll have to remember that princesses need their beauty sleep in the future.” He grinned as he walked over to the bed. Taking a seat near your hip he leaned over you, his forearms on either side of your head, as his fingers played with your hair a bit. “You feeling okay?”
“Mhm,” You nodded, smiling up at him. “A little sore but it's nothing I can't handle. I had fun last night.” 
“Yeah?” His smile widened. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. “I had fun too.” 
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Pretty girl like you letting me do dirty things to her.” He chuckled as he leaned closer to you, kissing your temple all the way down to your ear where he nibbled gently. “You moaning so pretty for me, letting me watch as you fall apart over and over. Such a beautiful sight, and you were such a good girl for me.” 
You hummed a little at his words, your heart speeding up in your chest, it was so loud and he was so close, you were sure he could hear it. You felt a bit of wetness start to pool between your thighs as you rubbed them together. 
“Eddie…” You whined as you closed your eyes, your hands going to his hair as he sucked and bit a new hickey into the skin under your ear.  
“What baby? Getting needy?” He chuckled in your ear before you used his hair to pull him back so you could kiss him. Neither one of you were worried about morning breath. A tiny moan leaves him at the feeling of his hair being tugged like that. Pulling away from your lips slightly he smirked. “Careful sweetheart. Keep pulling my hair and I won't be able to control myself.” 
“Oh? That's all I have to do? Just pull your hair?” You smirked up at him, pulling his hair just a bit more, watching as his eyes flutter closed. His breaths leave his lips in small puffs before you pull him closer to you so you could drop little kisses to his plush lips. Another moan slips from him as he kisses you deeply making you smile into the kiss. “Such a pretty sound. And you controlled yourself… Good boy..” 
“You're trouble…” He muttered against your lips repeating the words you said to him once not too long ago.
“Me?” You whispered innocently a tiny smile on your lips.  
“Yeah you…” Eddie laughed. His hand skimmed down the side of the shirt you're wearing pushing the blankets out of the way, letting his fingers slip under the hem, his big hand grasping the meat of your thigh drifting up, up, up, and your stomach growled. 
You and Eddie looked at each other before he started to laugh. Throwing your hands up to cover your face you groan in embarrassment. “Cock blocked by my own stomach. Such bullshit.” 
Eddie continued to laugh, placing his forehead on your shoulder hiding his face from you. “Okay. Okay let's get you breakfast.” 
You nodded your head with a huffed sigh as you felt him kiss your shoulder and get up the bed moving as he did. Peeking through your fingers you watched as he leaned down to grab his pants from yesterday and pulled them on. He moved around the room picking up the clothes that were scattered around last night tossing your clothes on the back of the armchair in his living room. He chuckled at your ruined panties and put them with the rest of your clothes.
“Wanna help me with breakfast oh culinary genius?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile. 
“Yeah.” You said and climbed from the bed, moving to grab your panties and jeans from the chair but Eddie just tutted at you. When you looked up curiously he shook his head at you. 
“Keep those off.” He said in a more dominant tone but he was smiling. “No pants in my kitchen.”  
“You gonna take off your pants too?” You smirked at him, placing her hands on your hips.
“No,” Eddie smiled, coming closer to you and wrapping one arm around your waist as he used his other hand to push your head up with a crooked finger. 
“Well that’s not fair.” You huffed at him.
“My kitchen, my rules.” He shrugged with a very smug grin.
“Ahhh, I see.” You smiled with a small nod. “What would you like for breakfast?”
It wasn't long into your breakfast prep that you found out the real reason Eddie wanted to keep you out of your pants. Any chance he got that man would run his hands up your thighs, grabbing at the meat of them as he whispered dirty things in your ear. His fingers getting higher and higher towards where you want them the most but never getting there, he was keeping you on edge. You wanted to kill him, the wetness between your thighs was starting to become too much you could barely focus. It got so bad at one point with his fingers were just a hair's breadth away from your clit that it made you drop an egg. Thankfully Eddie was smart enough not to fuck with you around the hot stove which saved the both of you from any burns.
You ended up making simple sausage and cheese omelets since eggs, cheese, and meat were the only things Eddie had in his fridge. “Have you ever heard of a vegetable?”
“I don’t eat them!” Eddie laughed as he grabbed two plates from the cabinet bringing them over to you so you can scoop the omelets onto them. He had set the table when he wasn’t harassing you. Forks, napkins, two coffees, milk, and sugar sitting in your spots. Just like last time. Plating done you brought both to the table and set one in front of him before taking your place. “Wayne was always trying to get me to be better about it but.. they all taste like dirt!”
“You just gotta find new ways to cook them. Plus your taste buds change as you get older. You might like them now.” You said tucking into your food. “When I was younger I hated cucumbers. I love them now. Sandwiches, put them in salads, dipped them in ranch. The best!"
Eddie smiled at your enthusiasm as he started to eat. This was way better than his go to bacon and eggs. “Holy shit.”
A smirk graced your lips as you watched him devour the food on his plate, you were taking much smaller bites in between sips of your doctored coffee. Laughing, you shook your head at him, placing your fork down on your plate. “Slow down, you're going to choke!”
“Sho good,” He smiled with his mouth full as he pointed at it with a nod.
Laughing louder, you tossed a piece of sausage at him which he gobbled up too only so you could laugh more. “You’re an animal!”
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It was a few hours later that you found yourself in the shop portion of Sugar Cloud, since Marty was taking his break in the kitchen and Emma was off for the rest of the night, someone had to man the front. The sun was setting and the dusky glow made your little shop look so pretty it could take your breath away. Smiling, you handed the box of goods to the customer in front of you and wished them a goodnight. Wiping off the counter you dumped the trash into the can by the kitchen door and headed in to grab the fresh tray of scones. People are getting off work about now and they like to come in to grab desserts and breakfast for the next morning. 
The bell above the entrance chimed as you walked back from the kitchen, the tray clutched in your hands, your eyes on your task not yet meeting the customer. "Welcome! I’ll be with you in just a second, okay?"
“No problem, pretty girl.” A voice called back. 
The voice made you stop and when you glanced up you were surprised to see Eddie in all his metalhead finery as he walked around your shop. He looked out of place, like a little black rain cloud in the pastel world you had created, the chains on his jacket and hip rattled as he sauntered around. His hair was down, the curls hitting the tops of his shoulders. Looking up he smiled at you as he walked towards the counter looking at the displays of treats you had to offer today. Sliding the tray of scones into their spot in the display case you leaned your arms on the glass smiling back at him. 
Eddie’s smile turned into a frown as he pointed towards the boarded up window in your front door. He hoped that you would have said something if your shop had been robbed. “Someone try to break in?” 
“Actually it was someone going out.” Your smile falters a bit as you sigh. 
“I can fix it if you want.”
“It's okay, I already have a new door on back order. Which is sad cause the door was original to the building but.. whatever.” 
Eddie chuckled with a nod, deciding to change the subject as he picked up a prepackaged bag of sprinkled sugar cookies out of a basket on top of the counter before putting it back down. “You know when you said baker I didn’t think you meant bakery baker. I thought this was a home hustle kinda thing.” 
“It kind of is,” You giggle pointing up towards the ceiling. “I live upstairs." Giving him a once over you decided to play the game you like to do when it's slow and you're bored. "You look like a salty sweet kinda guy."
"Why do you say that?" He smirked his hands in the pockets of his battle vest. 
"Call it a hunch," You shrugged and moved to the second case on your right. Pulling a bakery tissue from its box, you opened the case, grabbed a blondie, and held it out to him. "Salted caramel blondie." 
"What the hell is a blondie?" He laughed as he walked over to you. 
"It's like a brownie but vanilla based. Everything's the same but no chocolate and cocoa powder. It's brown sugar and vanilla."
His fingers brushed yours as he gently took the offered treat looking at you from under his lashes before he looked down at the sweet in his hand. It was a light tan color with swirls of caramel and topped with sea salt. Taking a bite his eyes fluttered closed as that salty sweet taste hit his tongue. Taking another bite he nodded, "That's good."
"And free." You laughed as you shut the case leaning on it to look at him. 
Shaking his head he tried to pull his wallet out. "No, I have to pay for this."
"You haven't let me pay for a single drink since I stepped foot into your bar. The way I see it, I owe you at least… twelve to fifteen more treats to make us even." You say backing away from him with your hands up.
Eddie glared at you with humor. You had him on that one. The bell chiming again broke the game you were playing as you looked up at the new customer. 
"Hi, welcome!" You said winking at Eddie and walking over to the very obvious soccer mom who had walked in. "How can I help you today?"
"Hi," She smiled, giving Eddie a wary look that didn't sit right with you. "I have a pretty big order."
"That's fine!" You smile back happily before looking at Eddie pointing to the small cafe tables behind him. "Have a seat, I’ll be right back okay?"
"Take your time, sweet thing." He said, smiling at the lady with a wink and he sat down to finish his blondie.
Eddie watched as you packed this woman's order into a large box. Cupcakes, brownies, eclairs, cream puffs, a few slices of different flavored cakes, and at least six macarons all made it into the box before you rang her up and he watched as you handed her the box after she paid. Giving her a little wave you said goodnight and watched as she left the building. 
Getting up off his chair he crumpled the tissue in his hand and handed it to you when you held your hand out for it, tossing it in the trashcan before looking over at him with a grin. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
Chuckling, he leaned on the counter by the register so he could be close to you. “I wanted to see your shop. And would you believe that I missed you?”
“I saw you like four hours ago!” You laughed, shaking your head leaning on the other side of the counter so you were face to face.
“And it’s been a very long four hours.” He pouted. 
“Ridiculous.” You smirked, poking his nose.
“Actually sweetheart… I wanted to ask you something.”  
“Hmm?” 
“I should have done it before you left earlier but I got nervous.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. 
You smiled at him taking his hand in yours as he tapped his blunt nails on the counter. “What did you wanna ask me Eddie?”
“Go on a date with me? I promise it'll be better than your last one.” 
You thought for a moment, you were going to say yes but you wanted to mess with him a little, biting your lip you played with his fingers until his thumb gently pulled your lip out from between your teeth. 
“Don't do that.” He said quietly. 
“Why? Does it turn you on?” You said coyly looking up at him from beneath your lashes trying to make him laugh. You expected him to just laugh at you, so when a sharp “yes” was his answer, it floored you. 
“You look so pretty when you get like that.” Eddie said with a smile as he leaned even further onto the counter, your faces just inches apart. He might as well be on the same side of the counter as you at this point. “So, what do you say, beautiful girl?”
There were no thoughts swimming in your head at this point in time, the only thing you could focus on was how close Eddie was to you. He was throwing you off and he knew it. Nodding you gave a weak little, “Uh huh.”
“Words, sweetheart.” He laughed as he pushed some of your hair behind your ear. “I need you to use your words.”
“Y-yeah,” You blinked, nodding again as you closed your eyes to try and get a goddamn grip. “Yes. A date would be nice. I mean I would like that.”
“Tomorrow night? Around six? I’ll meet you here.” He was smiling so wide at this point, the crinkles around his eyes were on full display. 
You loved them. 
“Tomorrow night at six.” You nod with a smile of your own. 
“Awesome,” He said leaning to the side, placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. “I’ll see you then.”
“‘Kay.” You whisper back, giving his hand a squeeze as he starts to pull away but you pull him back landing a kiss to his lips. “For the record.. I missed you too.”
Chuckling he gave you a little peck as the bell above the door dinged again. “I knew it. I’ll see you tomorrow. Six o’clock.”
“I’ll put it on my calendar.” You giggle, turning to give a small wave to the mother and her child that came into the shop. “Good evening. I’ll be right with you!”
“I should go. Let you get back to work.” He started to walk away only to get a few steps before he turned around and walked back giving you one more kiss. “Okay, now I’m going.”
You nodded with another giggle watching as he walked backwards towards the front door, his eyes still on you as he smirked. When he turned to grab the doorknob you called out to him, “Oh! Eddie?”
“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked over at you curiously.
“Tomorrow doesn’t need to be fancy. I’ve had enough of fancy.” 
“Simple it is.” He nodded, opening the door he winked at you, gave a little wave, and was out the door. 
You looked out the window to see him pump his fist in the air and do a little dance when he got outside before he composed himself and walked away. Laughing, you shook your head and looked over at your customers. “I’m sorry about that. How can I help you?”
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It was now Saturday. Which means it was date night. You had spent most of your day in the kitchen getting orders ready for pick up that night and Monday and by the time four o’clock rolled around you were, as usual, covered in flour. Pushing your hair out of your face with your wrist you put the finishing touches on the cake you were decorating and dropped the icing bag on the counter, carefully picking up the baked good you placed it in its box ready for pick up. Slapping the order tag on the top you grabbed the box and moved it to the fridge. “Cake for the Richardsons is done. What’s next?”
“Next is a shower.” Tiffany said from the stove where she was making simple syrup. “You have a date tonight. Remember?”
“Oh shit what time is it?” You asked with wide eyes as you glanced up at the clock pulling at your apron strings. 
“Four fifteen.” Tiffany said as she smiled at you. “Go. We got this handled.”
Smiling, you said a quick thank you and all but ran up the stairs to your home. Your feet pounding on the stairs making the girls laugh at your excitement. You had a date that you were actually excited to go on! Bursting through your front door you practically rip off your apron tossing it on the coffee table as you quickly make your way to your bathroom. If you hurry you could take an everything shower. Turning on the water you set the temperature where you wanted and get undressed tossing your flour covered clothes into the hamper before jumping in. You made quick work of your tasks, everything was shaved and smooth, your hair washed and conditioned, body soaped up, rinsed off, and smelling like flowers.
Turning off the shower you stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around yourself as you wrap another one around your hair to soak up all the water that was still there. You take the time to clean the mirror of condensation and get to work on your hair and make up until you’re completely satisfied. One last look at yourself in the mirror you nod and turn back into your room, heading towards your dresser to pull out a pretty lacy white bra and matching panties. Would these make you seem too innocent? Should you wear the black ones? Or maybe the red? Eddie seemed to like the color red. You decided to wait until you picked out your clothes, that would help decide what set to wear.
Turning on your heel you moved to your closet and pushed the rolling door aside taking in your clothes. You wanted to look nice but you said you wanted simple, casual. So anything you deemed to fancy was pushed to the side. It was still cold outside but you could probably get away with a cute top and a skirt. Grabbing the outfit in mind you head back to your bed placing the items on your comforter before going back to your dresser. The black ones should work for tonight. Taking that set from the drawer you quickly change into your outfit of choice and look in the mirror smiling at the cute sage green top tucked into your favorite denim skirt. Smiling at yourself you turned in the mirror a few times, you felt good, confident, pretty. Nervous. Quickly you snatched the deodorant off your dresser and applied a generous amount under your arms.
You hoped you didn’t sweat through your deodorant by the end of the night. Glancing at your clock you noticed that it was already 5:30. Just enough time to get your converse on, grab a jacket, your purse, and head downstairs. 
It only took you a few minutes to finish getting ready and soon you found yourself locking your apartment and heading back downstairs into the kitchen. Smiling at your friends you give a little spin to show off your outfit. “Well? How do I look?”
“Pretty!” Ada nodded her approval as she looked up from dipping eclairs. 
“Casual.” Tiffany smiled, “Where is the mystery man taking you?”
“I don’t know.” You shrug, putting your purse on the small lunch table by your office. “I told him I didn’t want anything fancy so…”
“Y/N,” Emma said, sticking her head into the kitchen from the shop with a little grin. “A guy named Eddie’s here for you.”
“Eddie?” Ada said as she dropped the eclair in her hand and moved around the island. “As in New Year's Eve, great sex Eddie?”
Tiffany and Ada looked at each other before they not so casually ran from the kitchen into the shop to see the man that you had not shut up about. 
“Guys,” You laughed as you grabbed your purse quickly pulling it over your shoulder and practically ran after them. “Guys, don’t scare him!” 
Pushing through the small gathering of ladies who were all just staring at Eddie. You couldn’t tell if they wanted to scare him, eat him, or fuck him. Giggling, you watched as Eddie waved at your friends. 
“Evenin’ ladies.” He smiled as he looked over at you. “Hey sweetheart. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You smile as you move towards him away from the girls. He looked handsome in his usual uniform of a black band tee and black jeans with his leather jacket. Hair pulled up into a bun at the back of his head. “You look great too.”
“So this is the infamous Eddie?” Tiffany smiled at him as she came around the counter holding her hand out for a shake. “Hi, I’m Tiffany, one of Y/N’s best friends.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Tiffany.” Eddie said, shaking her hand before he looked at you with a confused yet pleased grin. This means you’ve talked about him to your friends. “Infamous?”
“Oh yeah.” Ada smirked as she walked over to you poking you directly on one of the hickeys he’s given you. 
“Ow! Ada!” You said as you slapped her hand away, embarrassment radiated through you, you had only gushed about him a few times and for them to just spout it out made you a little embarrassed. “This is Ada and you just met Emma and Tiffany. Everyone, this is Eddie.”
“Hi Eddie,” They all said, making him laugh. 
"Hi," Shaking his head a bit with a large grin, he held out his hand towards you and cocked his head to the side a little. “Ready to go?”
“Absolutely.” You said taking his hand. Smiling back over at the girls you gave a wave as he led you towards the front door. “Don’t wait up!” 
“Nice meeting you all!” He shouted over his shoulder at them with a wave.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Tiffany yelled at you playfully.
“That’s not saying much!” Ada laughed as Tiffany threw a crumpled up baking tissue at her.
Laughing, you walked out of the shop with Eddie and shook your head. “I’m sorry about them.”
Shaking his head Eddie pulled you closer by the hand he was holding so he could give you a kiss. “Don’t be. They seem fun.”
“They are.” You nod as you kiss him back. “So, where are we going?”
“I was thinking about Benny's. Have you been?”
“Yeah! Steve and I went a few times when he was still living with his parents.” 
“It’s the place to be if you like good burgers from shitty diners.” He laughed as he walked you to his car, his hand still in yours until he had to pull his keys from his pocket to unlock the passenger side door for you.
“I’m super okay with good burgers from shitty diners.” You smile as he opens the door and helps you in. Once you're settled you go to put your seatbelt on but stop when Eddie grabs it before you do and takes his time pulling it across you to buckle you in. “I could have done it.”
“I know.” He smiled as he kissed you again. “I just wanted an excuse to get close to you.”
Laughing you shake your head at him as he gives you a wink and closes your door before running around the front of the car to his side and getting in. You watch as he gets settled and buckled in before turning the car on and laughing when he scrambled to turn the volume down. “Metallica?”
“Hell yeah!” Eddie smiled as he backed out of the spot in front of your shop. “Reload baby! They sold over four hundred thousand copies in the first week. Went triple platinum for selling three million albums in the U.S. alone.”
You smiled as you listened to Eddie gush about the band that seemed to be so dear to his heart. Much of the music from Corroded Coffin was inspired by their love of Metallica, along with the other bands they grew up listening to and it showed. But they were able to make their own little pocket fame over the years and now they were right up there on the charts next to their idols. It warmed your chest as you rocked out with Eddie as he drove the few minutes to the diner.
You watched as the scenery flew by as Eddie moved the car down Cornwallis towards the diner, on the way he pointed out landmarks that you hadn’t ever really paid attention to. Like the park that used to be one of his selling spots in high school, the playground where he climbed to the top of the jungle gym and jump off dramatically after he tried to convince the little kids he could fly, and the old trailer park he and his uncle used to live, since he got famous he was able to buy a nice little home for the old man, mostly so he could display his insane amount of mugs and trucker hats better. 
Turning onto Randolph, Eddie eased the car into a spot in front of the diner. It wasn’t busy but it wasn’t exactly empty either, a good mix of families and groups of high schoolers sat in the booths and the four top tables that you could see through the windows. Shutting off the car Eddie quickly moved from the driver's seat, out of the car, and around it to your side so he could get to your door before you even thought about getting your seatbelt off. Pulling it open he leaned across you again and unbuckled your belt for you, shushing you lightly when you protested with a giggle. “I know you can get it but I wanted to.”
You smile at him as you place your hand in his open one, letting him guide you out of the car and away from it so he can close it behind you. With his hand holding yours tightly he led you into the diner and you both gave the waitress a smile as she welcomed you in, telling you to take a seat anywhere. Pointing out an open booth you pulled Eddie to the right so you could sit down listening to his little chuckle as he squeezed your hand at your enthusiasm.
Letting you pick your side first Eddie slipped into the other so he could see you. The waitress came over with menus not long after you two got settled, and grabbed your drink order while you both looked over your meal choices. “What were you thinking?” Eddie asked as he eyed the burgers on the menu. 
“Would you judge me if I got chicken strips and french fries?” You laughed as you looked up at him over the top of the menu. 
“Absolutely not!” He said, smirking as he shook his head in a serious manner. “And here I was afraid you were going to order something small. I can tell you right now I don’t get offended by women actually eating food. Get whatever you want.”
“Oh good cause I am going to get everything on this menu.” You said casually as you looked over it again.
“Do it. I dare you.” 
Lifting your eyebrow in challenge you smiled up at the waitress when she brought your drinks, a Coke for you and a Mountain Dew for him. 
Pulling out her little pad she looked over at the two of you. “You guys ready to order?”
Eddie looked at you and chuckled when you nodded. “Go for it sweetheart.”
“Can I get the chicken strip and fries basket please?” You pointed to the menu. 
“Any sauces?”
“Ranch and barbecue please.”
Eddie held his hand out for your menu while she wrote down your order and when she was ready he gave her his. “And I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger.” “Fries or onion rings?”
“Fries.” He said as he handed over the menus smiling at her as she took them before heading back to give your order to the chef. He jumped a little in surprise when you blew the paper covering the straw at him, laughing as he grabbed his straw before you had any more ammo. “Really?”
“Mhm.” You smirked. 
“Alright,” Pulling the little paper from his own straw carefully, he nonchalantly started making a little bullet with it before he stuffed it into his plastic weapon and shot it at you when you weren’t looking. 
A shocked laugh left your lips, surprised that he actually retaliated against you. He had taken so long you thought for a moment that he wasn’t going to. “Sneak attacks?”
“You started this fight sweetheart.” He smirked. “I just finished it.”
While you waited for your food you chatted about your day, and you shared a bit more about your likes and dislikes. How he hates the taste of cilantro and that he still plays D&D with the band and a few of the kids from their high school club when they have the time. He wants to get them together to play when spring break hits so they can play again. He learned more about you, the movies you love, the books you read. You're so animated when you talk about it.
He’s incredibly charmed by you. Falling fast in fact. It scares him but he’s willing to fall head first into it. You stop to thank the waitress when she brings over your food and once she’s gone he decides that he had put it off for long enough. “I know it’s only been like a day and a half, but I wanted to know what you thought about what we did the other night.”
You took a minute to swallow the bite of chicken before you took a drink of your soda. “I loved it. It was so much fun, Eddie. It didn’t feel like it did before.”
“Is this something you would want?”
You took a moment to think before you nodded your head. “It is. I want it. All of it… With you.”
Eddie smiled as he nodded. “I want that too.” 
You smiled at him in return before you took another sip of your soda. “So… What exactly should I expect? Are there rules for this?” 
“Yeah, rules are going to be in place and we will create them together. You should know, I can be stern but fair and I will always listen to your safe words. I expect obedience and mistakes will bring punishments but once that punishment is done that’s it. Clean slate. Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” You nod.  
“I’ll make a list for us to go over,” He said as he ate a fry. “It’ll have different kinds of play and toys we could be interested in. I wanna know where we both stand.”
“Okay,” You agree as you eat more of your chicken. Butterflies sprang to life in your stomach, this was happening. You were entering a fun yet terrifying dynamic with him and God could strike you down right now if you said you weren't excited about it. Just the idea made a heat pool inside you. Swallowing loudly you nod again. “You mentioned honorifics before.. Is there something I should call you?”
Eddie thought for a moment, he’s been called lots of different things, it usually just depended on what felt right to the sub. “Let’s see I’ve been called Master, Daddy a few times, and Sir.” He chuckled at the small face you made when he said Daddy. “Let’s stick with Sir for now. If you feel like changing it later you can.”
“Okay, Sir..” You smile at him. 
Chuckling, he pointed to your meal. “Eat as much of that as you can. You’re going to need it.”
Your eyes widen in shock and you bite your bottom lip as you nod slowly. This man was going to kill you with sex wasn’t he? 
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You were nervous as Eddie pulled into the back parking lot of the bakery. You guided him into the lot right next to your car. This was the first time he would be coming up to your apartment and you couldn’t remember if you had left it a mess or not. Had you put away the laundry you did the other day? Was there still mail and magazines on the coffee table under your apron? Had you cleaned your room before you left? Taking in a subtle deep breath you told yourself to relax. You were sure Eddie wouldn’t mind even if your house was a complete mess.
“I won't get a ticket will I?”
“No,” You laugh, shaking your head. “The city knows someone lives here so the cars are okay for extended stay.” 
Nodding his head in understanding, Eddie went through the whole routine of getting out of the car first and running around to your side so he could open your door and unbuckle you before you even got a chance to lift a finger. He smiled as he helped you from the car, his hand never leaving yours as he locked up and followed you to the back door of the bakery. “Super secret entrance?”
“Yup!” You giggle as you pull your keys from your purse. “If you tell anyone I’d have to kill you…”
“We don’t want that now do we?” 
“Nope.” Shaking your head you quickly unlock the door and push it open leading him into the kitchen. It was dark in the bakery, the only light filtering through the windows were the street lights and the moon. Your employees had done the closing duties to perfection and headed home for the night leaving just you and Eddie in the building. Closing the door behind him you locked it again and turned to see him looking around the room, the tips of his fingers grazing the counter top of the island. 
“Smells good in here.”
“I would hope so.” You laughed as you smiled at him. “We’d be a terrible bakery if it didn’t.”
“That’s true.” He nodded with a grin as he wandered back over to you, his hand falling to your waist to pull you in. “Where to sweets?”
“Upstairs.” Taking his hand in yours again you pull him to the stairs and up onto the landing that holds the door to your home. The landing was just big enough to hold a couch, a coffee table, and a couple of arm chairs sitting on a pretty rug which made for a comfy little hide away. You’ve caught your employees taking a nap up here once or twice during their lunches. It never bothered you. Unlocking the door to your apartment you pushed it open letting him in, flipping on the lights as you entered. “I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy.”
“It’s fine sweetheart.” Eddie smiled as he looked around the place, it was cozy, the living room and dining room were connected in one large room, a little alcove next to the front door held your kitchen with its pretty blue cabinets. There was an open door that sat in the wall of your dining room area that looked like it led to your room. The place felt like you. He felt instantly at ease here. “My apartment usually isn’t as clean as you’ve seen it. You’ve caught me on good days.”
Pulling the strap of your purse off your shoulder you placed it on the couch along with your jacket and turned to take off your shoes and socks getting comfy in your home. “Make yourself at home. I’ll start some coffee if you want?”
“Coffee would be great.” He said as he pulled his own jacket off, hanging it on the back of one of your dining room chairs, kicking off his boots to get more comfortable. He needed to see more of the place. It was like wandering into your own little secret world. You had photos everywhere, some movie posters, bookshelves filled with books and little knick knacks. He walked up one of the walls by your bedroom door that was covered in photo frames, the one he was looking at was of you, Steve, and a lady he assumed was your grandmother standing outside of Buckingham Palace. He remembered that trip; Steve took a week off work to go with you and your grandmother to England. Steve brought him back some British metal band patches for his battle vest and some CDs.
“That trip was a present from Nana when I graduated culinary school.” You said leaning on the small island in your kitchen, the coffee pot percolating behind you. “She asked where I wanted to go and I told her I didn’t care as long as she and Steve were with me. So she chose England.”
“Did you have fun?” Eddie asked as he walked over to lean on the opposite side of the counter as you. 
“Mhm,” You nodded, your eyes getting a little far away as you thought back on the trip. “It was so fun! We ate so much food and walked everywhere! I would love to go back someday.”
“I’m sure you will.” Eddie smiled. “It’s beautiful there. I was lucky enough to go on tour there not too long ago.”
“How was that?” You asked as you turned and grabbed a few mugs from the cabinet above the coffee pot. You were eager to hear all about his travels with the band.
“Fun, didn’t get to do a lot of sightseeing but that’s fine.” He shrugged. “Can always go back.”
Putting the hot cup of coffee in front of him you smiled and moved about your kitchen grabbing sugar and milk for your coffee before you held it up to cheers him. “To future adventures.”
He laughed, picking up his own mug and giving yours a gentle tap, careful of the hot liquid inside. “To future adventures.”
You chatted a little longer over your coffee and at one point you ran back downstairs to grab a piece of raspberry cheesecake for you and Eddie to split. He smiled around the fork between his lips as he took a bite. You grinned at him. “Good huh?”
“I don’t know how you guys do it. I’ve had so many different kinds of desserts but yours just taste better.”
“Magic.” You said with a wink.
“You know," He chuckled, nodding his head a bit. "I believe it.”
You took another bite of the cheesecake before Eddie cleared his throat a little, whether it was to actually clear his throat or get your attention was up in the air but you looked up at him anyway. “Hmm?”
“I was thinking..” He said as he leaned back holding the edge of the counter to help keep him standing. “Since we both agreed it was what we wanted… Would you be interested in playing a little more? Test some things out?”
You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Yes!” 
Laughing, Eddie started to walk backwards towards the door that he assumed led to your room stopping in the doorway so he could lean against the frame. He crooked his finger at you in a come hither motion and you followed silently, the butterflies from the diner were back and causing a windstorm in your stomach. He watched as you stopped right in front of him. “Now, I know this is your house, but once we walk through this door you follow my orders and you must only call me Sir. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” You nodded, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.
“What are your safe words?”
“Green, yellow, and red, Sir.”
“Good girl,” He praised making your face grow hot. Smiling, Eddie moved quickly bending at the waist before he rushed forward, grabbing you around your hips and tossing you over his shoulder. A firm slap from his big hand on your ass made you yelp. “Gonna be so good for me aren’t you sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir!” You cried as he slapped your ass again as he carried you into the room, towards your bed, before he dropped you down on the sheets playfully.
He smiled as he leaned over you, trapping you beneath him. “You look beautiful tonight, did I tell you that?”
“You might have mentioned it, Sir.”
“Good.” He smiled as he brought his hand down to pluck the hem of your shirt from the band of your skirt, pulling it up over your soft tummy, your breasts, neck, and then your head, pulling it off completely before throwing it somewhere. A smile stretched on his face as he noticed the bra you had on. Black lace. His favorite. It made you look so damn sexy. His eyes were stuck on your chest as his hands came up to kneaded you through the cups of your bra making your breath hitch a bit. “Look at these pretty tits. This for me sweetheart?”
“Yes.” You answered breathlessly.
Glancing at your face he pinched both nipples harshly between his thumb and index fingers, the lace adding a little more friction. “Yes, what?”
Hissing, you snapped your eyes shut at the pain. They were still a little tender from the other night. “Yes, Sir.”
“Eyes open.” He smirked when you obeyed, his hands going back to the gentle touches, his thumbs rubbing over your pebbled nipples to soothe them. “There we go, that's my girl.” 
You sighed, the praise shooting through you as you looked up at him.
“You like it when I call you my girl huh?”
You nod, breathing a little heavier now. “Yes, Sir.” 
He chuckled as he let his hands trail down your chest to your waist, his lips following the path they took, leaving small kisses and nips as he moved down to your hips listening as your breath hitched with each kiss and felt your body twitch with each little nip. A whine carried over to him when he sucked the sensitive spot on your hip as he pulled your skirt down a bit. “Easy sweetheart.”
You nodded knowing he couldn't see you. Leaning up on your elbows you looked down at him as you felt his fingers start to fiddle with the button on your skirt, pushing it through the little opening to reach your zipper. Pulling it down he looked up at you with a smile as you lifted your hips to help him pull your skirt down. 
“A matching set.” He said as he played with the lacey fabric over your mound making you gasp at his touch. “You really did put this little number on for me didn’t you babe?”
“Yes sir.” You nodded with a breathy voice. “I wanted to look pretty for you.”
“Mission accomplished. But these need to go, kind of in my way.” He chuckled as he let his fingers roam back up to the top of your panties and pulled them down until they were around your ankles and he could easily pull them off tucking them into his back pocket. “Hope you don't mind, but I’m going to keep these.”
You gave a gasping laugh as you watched him wink at you. This man… Just stole your underwear. You couldn’t even get a word out before Eddie settled on his knees on your carpeted floor and pulled your legs over his shoulders so his mouth could meet your core, licking you from entrance to clit in one big sweep of his tongue. Mouth falling open you let your head fall back on the bed, your elbows slipping out from under you as a breathy moan left your lips. “Oh my god.”
Grinning into your cunt Eddie got to work, his tongue flicking over your little bud, teasing you until you felt that coil inside you start to tighten. Your hands flew to his hair just for something to hold on too and a whine left you as he pulled away to grab your hands taking them from his locks before pushing them down onto the sheets of the bed. “Hands at your sides baby. Keep them there.”
“Sorry, Sir.” You mumble as you clutch the sheets in your fists, looking down the best you can at him before your eyes closed as he started up again. His tongue back on your clit to tease and swirl around it, sucking it between his lips, pushing you closer and closer. Your hands pulling at the sheets tightly as you moan and whine and whimper as Eddie continued to torture you with pleasure until you felt like you were on the very edge of losing it. “Oh god… Gonna cum… Can I? Please? Sir, can I cum?”
Eddie hummed against you for a minute, the vibrations driving you crazy, as he thought and then pulled away from you completely. “No.” 
A frustrated cry filled the air as your body trembled at the denial, your hand slapping down against your bed as you whined. “Fuck!”
He hushed you as he sat up taking your legs from his shoulders, his hands running up and down the tops of your thighs as he looked at you. “Soon, baby. Soon.”
You squirmed a little at the ache between your legs, “Please Sir. Please?” 
“Not yet,” He smiled, shaking his head at you. “Just hold off a little longer. You can do it.”
Nodding you took a deep breath letting it out slowly as you tried to settle down. You can do it, you know you can. You felt him move again and when you opened your eyes he was standing slipping his shirt over his head before he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled a little foil packet out tossing it onto the bed next to you so he could start to work on his belt. Your mouth went dry as you watched him unbutton his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers leaving his cock free to stand tall, red tipped, and already dripping with pre-cum. Clenching your thighs together you moved to sit up so you could reach out to him, wanting to feel the warm silkiness of his cock in your hand, but he put a hand on your chest and pushed you back down as another whine of frustration left you. 
“Behave.” He smirked but his voice was stern. “You said you were going to be good. Only good girls get my dick. Are you being a good girl right now? Cause all that whining makes you sound like a brat.”
You pouted at him which didn't help your case one bit but he chuckled at you before dropping two good smacks to your thighs making you yelp.
“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“I’m being good!” You huffed at him, making him chuckle again.
“I know you are. Still learning aren't ya?” He smiled as he moved towards the bed again but stopped when his foot bumped into something next to your bed. Looking down he found a box with the lid slightly askew on top of it, a curious look spreading across his face. “What’s this?”
“What?” You asked sitting back up on your elbows so you can see him bend down to grab whatever it was. What had you put down there? You tried to think but you were in such a haze of want that you couldn’t even begin to remember... Oh shit… 
“Oooh,” Eddie laughed a little as he stood back up the vibrator that you had hidden away was in his hand and buzzing. “What do we have here baby? Got a little friend for me to meet?”
“Eddie, Sir. I meant to put that away.” You said in embarrassment as you covered your face with your hands. 
“You think of me when you use this little guy?” He asks as he turns the little toy off, waving it at you. Placing the vibe next to your leg on the bed he put his knee on the sheets and leaned forward to pull your hands from your face. “Don’t get shy on me now sweetheart.”
You whined again as you looked at the traitorous toy and nodded your head trying not to look at him. “Yeah, I’ve thought of you…”
“Fuck that's so hot babe.” He groaned as he squeezed your wrists. “Question for you, do you have scarves or belts? Anything like that? I wasn’t sure how the date was going to go so I didn’t bring anything. Didn’t want to look too eager or scare you off if you decided it wasn’t your kinda thing after all.”
“In the closet.” You practically whispered at him, pointing to the two rolling doors, “Left side towards the window. I have a bunch of scarves in there.”
“Stay right here.” He muttered, placing a kiss to your wrists as he got up and moved towards your closet to grab the items. Eddie purposefully took his time looking at the scarves and belts in front of him, leaving you in anticipation, the vibrator taunting you as it leaned against your leg before he decided on what he wanted and moved back to you with two of the silk scarves in hand. Evelyn had given them to you as presents for various occasions. “These are fancy.”
“I’ll let my stepmother know you like them.” You snarked, giggling as he made a face at you. 
“Okay, first rule,” He said, tossing the scarves down next to you. “Let's not talk about family while we play. I’m friends with your cousin and I already wanna fight your dad. I don’t need to know anything about your stepmother other than she has good taste in scarves but terrible taste in patterns. These are tacky as fuck.”
That made you laugh as you nodded your head. “Okay. I would love to see you fight my dad though.”
“I’ll give that old man a run for his money.” Eddie laughed as he crawled over your legs to straddle your thighs moving the vibe so he wouldn’t kneel on it and gestured up with his hand. “Sit up babe. Let's get you more comfortable.”
You did as you were told and sat up giving Eddie enough space to reach behind you to unclasp your bra with ease pulling the straps off your shoulders letting them slip down your arms until he was able to grab it tossing it to the side. Wrapping one arm around your back he manhandled you until you were situated properly, your head by your pillows. Placing one hand on your sternum he pushed you back until you were completely laying down again. He laid both of your tacky silk scarves on your chest, the coolness making you gasp, as he moved his hands to your wrists pulling them up and over your head. Quickly he got to work tying one hand and then the other to your headboard. “Tell me if anything starts to hurt or go numb. This will work for tonight but they’re pretty slippery.” 
“Yes, Sir.” You nodded as you pulled a little at the scarves feeling how immobile he had made your arms. This was much more constricting than the cuffs and it made a heat pool in your belly. Looking up at Eddie you couldn’t help but stare because for the first time since you started this game with him you noticed the raw power he held. There he was sitting on your bed, his legs straddling yours so you fit perfectly between them from where you lay on your bed bound and waiting for his next move. He was beautiful, confident, and powerful. It took your breath away.
“Now,” He smiled down at you, placing his hands on either side of your head on your pillows caging you in, using his arms to brace himself as he leaned down his lips barely touching yours. “The real fun begins. What do you say if it becomes too much?"
"Red.” You whispered at him. “But before we start Sir..” 
“Hmm?”
“Can I have a kiss please?”
He hummed again like he was thinking about it. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” 
You sighed when your lips finally touched. Your eyes closed as you kissed him, his hand going into your hair to pull your head back slightly to take control of the kiss. You moaned, giving him just enough space for him to slip his tongue in. You loved how he kissed you. It was possessive, yet sweet. You wanted to touch him, to grab his hair, dig your nails into his back but these damn scarves kept you in place. Soon, too soon, Eddie pulled away from your lips, kissing down your chin, your neck, to your chest where he spent a few good minutes nipping, pinching, and over all just torturing your abused nipples until you were whimpering before he moved down your body to your soaking cunt. A moan left you when his fingers slipped through your folds to play with your clit a bit before he eased a finger into you. The little reprieve had helped your need for an orgasm but you were still very wound up. “Oh my god… Sir… please...”
“God, you’re so wet babe.” He said as he dragged his finger out before pushing it back in over and over. He added a second finger, stretching you open, making a come hither motion to hit that sweet spot inside you making you moan and writhe under him. Your whole body trembled, your legs shaking slightly as he continued to push you closer to the edge again and he slipped his fingers out. You cried out in disappointment. You were going to kill him. But he needed to be inside you. Now. Just seeing you like this, under his control, made him so hard it was almost painful. The tip of his cock was just weeping with pre-cum. His hands go to your highs again to calm you before he reaches down to grab the condom he placed on the bed. “Doing so good for me sweetheart.” 
You watched with half lidded eyes as he ripped the little foil packet open and took the condom out, rolling it slowly over his length to sit snuggly before he moved your legs where he wanted them, one thrown over his shoulder and the other spread out so he could fit between your thighs. “Fuck…”
“That’s the plan baby.” Using the hand not holding your leg to his shoulder he guided his dick through your fold collecting as much of your slick as he could before he notched himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly, easing in and out so he wouldn't hurt you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling, his eyes closed as your warm heat enveloped him and your hips bucked up as he slid in balls deep. You felt so full, you clenched around him as tears sprang to your eyes while he let out a groan. You needed to cum so badly and he had already denied you twice you felt like you were going to burst. “Shit, you’re so tight…”  
“Sir, please... Move…. Please…” You were a sobbing, fuzzy brained mess, your eyeliner and mascara was starting to raccoon around your eyes leaving little trails down your cheeks.
“Almost there,” He promised as he started to rock his hips in and out, he kept you both on the edge for a few minutes, every time he felt you tighten around him, he stopped. Reaching down he grabbed your vibe, turned it on the medium setting, and placed it against your clit as he started to rut into you quickly, making sure you both got to where you were going.
It was too much but it felt so good, your back arched as you felt yourself start to fall off the edge. “C-can I cum? Please Sir? Please. Gonna cum. Please.”
“Yeah angel,” He nodded breathlessly, he could feel the vibrations through you, added with how tight you were squeezing him, he knew he wasn't going to lay much longer but he needed you to cum before he completely lost it. He was barely able to stutter out, “Cum for me let me feel it.”
You did. Tears ran down your face as your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your brain was fuzzy, your body tingling, feeling like that white noise channel on the tv. You were practically convulsing as Eddie tortured you into overstimulation. You could feel him twitch inside you as he came but you barely heard any noise he made when he did. You were lost, floating in the static but feeling good, great even. Euphoric. You didn’t register him pulling out of you or untying your hands from your headboard, you blinked tiredly as he moved you to lay in his arms under the covers to keep you warm. His hand ran up and down your spine as he whispered to you. 
“I got you.”
“So proud of you.”
"Did so good for me.” 
“Good girl."
“Come back to me, baby.” 
Slowly you started to focus, taking even steady breaths as you nuzzled into the space between his shoulder and neck. Your arm slipping around him to hold him closer to you. Your brain was still filled with static but it was slowly going away like when you turn a TV on and it takes a little while but everything becomes clear eventually.
“Hey,” He whispered into your hair. “You with me sweetheart?” 
“Mhm,” You hummed, letting him push you back a bit so he could look you in your eyes. His big brown ones searching yours for anything that could have gone wrong. Your eyes were still hazy but they were clearing up with every second that passed. You smiled at him sleepily. “Hi handsome.”
“Hi baby,” He smiled back as he pulled you close again so you could cuddle back into his neck. “Thought I lost there for a second.”
“I'm here.” You sighed, nuzzling your nose into the skin on his neck trying to push past the fog in your brain. “Where did I go?”
“Subspace. You hit subspace.” He explained as he rubbed your back some more, pulling the blanket closer around you, giving you as much comfort as he could. “Remember when I explained subdrop? It's like the opposite of that. All those same hormones that can cause drop also cause subspace. All the happy feel good hormones can put you in a trance or a different state of mind. It differs from person to person. I usually felt like mush, boneless, almost like I was high. But it felt so good.” 
“You've been in subspace?”
“Oh yeah,” He nodded as he played with your hair, he made sure that he was always touching you, giving you something to hold on to and ground you. “I was a sub long before I became a dom. My last master taught me everything I know.” 
“Never would have pictured you as a sub.” 
“Oh I was a brat,” He chuckled when he felt you smile into his neck. “My old dom beat my ass almost daily. I broke rules, pushed limits, and was just a complete shithead.”
“I'm shocked,” You replied sarcastically, your personality coming back, earning you a little pinch to your side that made you squeak. 
“Be nice,” He chuckled. 
“That was nice!” You laughed as you looked up at him. 
Shaking his head he laughed and kissed the crown of your hair. “Trouble.” 
You stayed like that for a while longer, just soaking in the warmth that Eddie was providing as you chatted idly until he deemed it was time to get you both some water, a snack, and cleaned up. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself back in your bed with you laying on his chest as he leaned against the headboard of your bed, his hand on your naked back as you traced the tattoo on his right pec. You were curious about it, it wasn’t in any language you recognized. But the pretty script went around in a circle mesmerizing you.
“What does this mean?” 
“It says ‘Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.’ Samwise Gamgee said that to Frodo in The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.” He smiled as he looked down at you. “It’s written in Elvish. I got bored one day and wrote it out.”
“You’re such a nerd.” You chuckled as you continued to trace the letters. “I like it though. Who would have thought that famous rockstar Eddie Munson is a closet nerd?”
“Oh sweetheart,” He chuckled as he moved his hand up to your hair playing with a lock of it before he tugged it gently. “You should know by now there is nothing about me that’s in a closet.”
Giggling you closed your eyes, getting comfy on Eddie as he smiled down at you. The night had been perfect, everything he wanted it to be and more. Sleep took over you both not long after and as the hours crept by Saturday turned into Sunday and Eddie stayed with you. He stayed through breakfast and lunch, he stayed when you needed to go down to your office to do some work. He grabbed a book from your bookshelf and followed you down stairs to sit on your little couch and read as you typed away at your computer and made phone calls to order stock for the coming week. He stayed for dinner, he made spaghetti for the two of you and you baked a cherry pie for dessert. You enjoyed each other again that night. You had the marks to prove it.
You felt light, like you were walking on a cloud all day and night. You never wanted him to leave but Monday came and Eddie needed to head home, so you walked him down the stairs into the kitchen of the bakery giggling as Tiffany and Ada stopped working to stare at you both as he kissed you goodbye. He waved to the girls as he walked by giving a bright, “Mornin’ ladies!” as he walked out the door. You stood on the steps waiting until you heard his car start up before you headed up stairs again. 
“Was he here all weekend?” Tiffany asked as she came around the island looking at you standing there in nothing but your silk robe and nightie. 
You bit your lip nodding with a little laugh. 
“TELL US EVERYTHING!” Ada shouted as she all but ran at you. 
Laughing louder you ran back up the stairs to your home with the two hot on your tail. What a way to spend a weekend and it was also one hell of a way to start the week.
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torotoro0 · 2 years
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Enemies? Or...
Miles Fairchild x Reader {Chapter 7}
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A/N: this took a long time of thinking of what I should write in this chapter hehe.
After the intense commotion, I can't help but think, why was Kate acting this way? The house is perfectly normal, except for how old it looks though, and how you feel like something is watching you, but those are only two things ugly about the house, nothing less, nothing more.
Kate seems to be crazy on her own, if the house was haunted or somewhat there something wrong with it, then Mrs. Grose and the two would've moved away, she wouldn't let the children in danger.
Looking out the window, the moonlight shines across the field, fireflies flying around, as I open the windows, a cold breeze touches my face, its as though it would rain sooner by now.
Miles
"Good night Miles" Flora bids her goodbyes and closes my door. Looking around, my room is a complete mess, cds everywhere, photos on the walls, mattress not fixed, If I would have lived elsewhere than the mansion, I could've been called a hobo.
I walked around thinking of what I should do tonight, Kate be damned, but I'm hella bored, Me and Y/N shook the shit out of her earlier, her face was plastered with the most horrified expression, she looks as if she just got out of the mental. I laugh at the thought.
The suddenly an idea hit me!
I was just getting ready for bed when Miles barged in my room. He was panting like a rabid dog on the loose, his hair was slightly bouncing, as his sweater was dangling down making me see his exposed breast area.
"Like the view?" He smirks, leaning on the door frame. "Actually no" I arch an eyebrow, "And what do you want with me now?" His face contorts to a big smile.
"Such a klutz, I'm hungry" patting his stomach, he invites himself in the room, "I didn't say you can ente-" Before I could mutter anything else, he grabs my wrist and leads me out of the room.
Quietly going downstairs, he looks back at me and smiles. "What are you smiling about there?" I frown, weeks ago, he was teasing and bullying me, now he acts like a saint to me, I guess he needs to go to mental rather than Kate.
Sneaking to the kitchen, he brings out marshmallows, crackers and chocolate. "Smores?" he hands me a barbeque stick and turns the stove on.
"Don't make it too hot, I hate burnt marshmallows" he chuckles at my remark, as he was busy cooking the smores, I can't help but look at him, his jawline was sharp and defined, the moon's light was shining on him, making his face glow, my eyes drops down to his pink, plump lips, he was saying something, but time seems to stop when you admire a person.
"Don't people tell you that you stare too much?" before I could answer he hands me his smore and throws mine in the bin. "It was burnt" He wipes his hands on his pants. "Next time, make sure you don't stare too much because I won't be there to give you a spare smore"
"I-.. Thanks" a small smile tugs its way unto my lips, "Well hurry up and eat it, wouldn't want Kate to scold us" he chuckles.
"Eugh" I groan as I opened my eyelids, last night's midnight snack was tiring as shit, after we ate smores, we went to my room and built a fort, then Miles brought up even more smores and additional candies, we sounded like reckless kids while playing last night, but because we were too loud, Mrs. Grose came to my room abruptly. Miles, in the process, hid behind the fort, then he almost blew our cover, by bringing that damn guitar of his and started playing it.
In short, we looked like drunk fuckers, but we didn't drink or do anything wrong, we ate and played, nothing more, nothing less.
Looking around, my room was a mess, it almost looked like Miles' room, but a more fragrant one, I sat up, but a hand snaked around my waist pulling me back, "Stay, I still wanna sleep" a raspy voice mutters behind me. "Shit shit shit shit-" I was a blushing mess, when did it even get to this?
"Keep it down, your so loud" he groans pulling me in tighter, his head rests on my shoulder, his curly brown locks and breath tickling my neck. "Keep it down, my ass, just- get- off me" I pry his hands off but it results to him pulling tighter again. "Fairchild!" my cheeks heat up as his breath increases its speed.
"Fine, no need to shout woman" He groans turning to his other side.
I rub my eyes; yawning, as I went down the steps, I was the greeted by a fresh smell of waffles and eggs, the sunlight was shining brightly across the foyer, making it look like a fairytale castle.
"Good Morning Y/N!" Flora peeks behind the entrance of the living room. "Your late! Good thing Miles isn't here to finish your portion yet!" she hurriedly pulls me in the room.
"Goodness!" Mrs. Grose stands up, "What on earth happened to you Y/N? You look like you got chased last night!" she ushered me to drink chamomile tea. Oh Mrs. Grose, if you just knew.
"By the way, there was loud sounds coming from your room last night, what were you doing Y/N?" Flora hands me a waffle. "Hm? Maybe its just your imagination, I was knocked out last night, didn't wake up even just a bit"
"Oh really?" A voice chimes in behind us,
it's Miles.
A smirk was plastered on his face as he walks to us. "Just kidding, Good morning everyone" Miles rubs his eyes and proceeds to sit down beside me. "Gosh, you look worse Miles!" Flora exclaims; laughing.
"At least I'm not looking like someone here" He chuckles, reaching for an egg. "Have you seen Kate? she looks like she's seen a ghost! I even had a sleepover at her room!" Flora giggles looking back and forth from me and Miles. "Oh I'm sure she's fine, maybe jut a little shaken out of her wits yesterday"
As miles ended his sentence, Kate walks in looking like a ghost, her hair was messy, dark bags under her eyes was so obvious, blood splats tainted her nails. "Good Morning Kate!" flora held Kate's wrists pulling her to sit in front of us. "Goodness, Kate.. what happened to you?" I arch an eyebrow, her lips twitches as she open her mouth to reply. "Just- tired is all"
"Or maybe, you've gone even crazier" Miles snickers making me hit his ribs.
a/n: my exams is going to be in the next 2 weeks >:(, btw, hope you enjoyed this chapter
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wintersdecay · 10 months
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@valour-bound has been notified he has a visitor!
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he follows the guy, through a confusing maze of bare hallways and stainless steel arches, ceiling to floor windows all polished clean and perfectly translucent. for awhile he was keeping track of the rights and lefts, how many corners they did not turn but stayed the course as if he needed to recall it at some point in the future and would not fumble or have to result in asking for directions. he has been here a few times, asinine training sessions that last too long and feel like a waste of time. he should be with mia. her recovery is agonizingly slow, her body still weak and her mental health frayed and delicate. she did not trust the nurse that came to look in on her while they stayed at the hotel, waiting to be moved out to the middle of nowhere.
the guy tries to make polite talk. he is young, probably caught on the recruitment hook while still in high school. ethan does not feel like entertaining his idle chatter. this one too will have a story to tell his buddies about that ' asshole winters guy '.
finally, double doors open up to an inner training yard and they stroll across the slightly bouncy rubber track, the can hear guns firing in the near distance, like the muted crackling of steel popcorn as they strike paper targets at the far end of the firing lanes. most of the people are in little groups or clambering around on training equipment meant to stand in for fences to scale or ropes to repel upon. ethen looks at it all with obvious distain. his thin frame and nice clothes paint him as a man that should be sat in an office chair, not a jar-head that wanted to play war hero. he pulls the sleeve of his shirt further down his wrist.
' he's just over there sir... '
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" i know which one he is, christ. tell them i don't need a goddamn babysitter every time. " the kid looks like he has been slapped. ethan walks off, long legs carrying him across the distance in a few strides. he is still fidgeting with his collar when he sidles up to chris. " i hate the humidity here. it is doing nothing for my hair. " his bitchy demeanor has thawed significantly in the few seconds between taking his leave of the young stranger and reuniting with the man that saved his wife's life as well as his own. " i'm going to put in for the bsaa to pay for me to get it chemically relaxed. i've never seen these curls like this i mean-- " he grabs a loose coil, pulling it out to its full length before allowing it to spring back into a tighter curl. " it's ridiculous. "
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imagines--galore · 11 months
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||Love, A Kind of Magic|| Part One
Summary: Who would've thought you'd meet your other half while on a mission to save the world from the ruler of the Dark Dimension. It certainly gets a little trickier when that someone is the niece of Dormammu. Not to mention a powerful sorceress in her own right. But Stephen Strange and Clea are willing to make it work. Somehow.
Pairing: Dr. Strange x Clea (Kind of OC)
Rating || Genres || Warnings: General. Romance. None, just some nightmares and a little kissing.
A/N: So I know we’ve been introduced to Clea at the end of MoM, but this is something I wrote AGES ago. Its sort of an OC take on Clea so I hope you guys enjoy it! And I’m taking fic requests now if anyone wants to send them in!
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"How many?"
Doctor Stephen Strange glanced up from where he had been reading yet another book. The woman stood there, arms folded, silvery white hair framing her soft features, cascading around her shoulders in natural waves. Her eyes were distant, he noticed, frowning slightly as he spoke.
"Sorry?"
A sigh left her lips, her arms dropped and one of her hands came up to push her hair back before she spoke again.
"How many times did you die?"
A flicker of confusion before realization dawned. He pursed his lips, shifting his attention back to the elegant Sanskrit in front of him.
"I do not wish to speak of this Clea." Was his only response, prompting the woman to emit another sigh. A step forward and she was kneeling beside him where he had been sitting in the armchair for the last half hour. One hand moved to rest atop his knee, the other to press a soft palm against his cheek, willing him to look at her. Which he avoided by keeping his gaze on the book. Though he wasn't really reading. Not anymore.
"No, but it is not good to keep it all inside either." Her voice was slightly pleading as her thumb gently stroked along his jaw, skin grazing against his facial hair every now and then. Her blue eyes, a trait so unlike her heritage, were full of trust and hope. And considering the dimension she hailed from, it was rather ironic.
Still despite his heart and thoughts feeling heavy in his chest, Stephen kept quiet. And it was after ten minutes that Clea finally relented. Sighing in slight disappointment, which had him wincing given how he hated to disappoint her, she rose. His gaze finally found hers as she smiled at him, hand still resting against his jaw.
A sad smile.
Not of pity. For she would never have pity on him no.
No, the smile was because he had come to rely on himself for so long that he found it hard to rely on others.
It had taken her months to gain his trust. And given her roots, Clea did not blame him. But saving his life twice, one of them being from the hands of her uncle did leave an impression on a man.
Still she wished he would trust her just a little more.
With a brief run of her fingers along the silver in his hair Clea left the room.
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Astral projection was a favorite past time. And given she was not human, it didn't have any lasting effect on her physical body. Clea wandered through the hallways of the Sanctum. Most nights she would venture out into the great New York City and simply explore. Often she would come back at dawn. But before returning to her body she would stand atop the roof of the Sanctum and watch the sunrise.
That particular night, something compelled her to return an hour after her venture began. And as her astral-self passed by Stephen's room while floating towards her own, she picked up a restlessness from within. Clea frowned and reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers against the wooden door.
And quickly drew it back with a gasp.
The aura within, obviously Stephen's, was restless and experiencing some form of turmoil. A turmoil that made him feel emotions that would break a normal being mentally.
A ghost of a whisper and she was back in her body with a sharp gasp. Scrambling from her bed, and donning a floor length robe, she made quick, yet haphazard work of tying it at the front before racing towards Stephen's room down the hall.
Throwing the door open she was greeted with a sight that had her eyes widening in horror.
Every object in the room was either trembling as if being shaken by an earthquake, or flying about as phantom hands played with them. Chairs, books, tables, ornaments. Thank goodness nothing too precious or delicate. At least not as far as she could see. Her hair whipped about her face as it caught the wind from the floating objects. But the one sight that caused yet another sharp cry to emit from her lips was the sight of Stephen.
His hands glowed with strands of his magic, fingers trembling as he tried to form some sort of spell. He was still fast asleep. He was muttering incoherent words, she could see his lips moving.
Dodging the objects as best as she could, Clea made her way to his bedside on deft feet.
"Stephen!" She called out the second she reached his side. His brow was furrowed, face etched with fear. "Stephen!" Her plea echoed once more her hands reaching out to still his as she brought them up in front of her to try and calm him down.
"Wake up!" A command, and a spell as she projected her more wakeful thoughts to him.
With a gasp his blue eyes shot open. Clea was taken aback by the fear and horror she saw within. As well as the tears. Behind her she heard the objects clatter to the ground. Felt his magic dissipate from his scarred hands. For the next few minutes she just sat there beside him, holding his hands as he tried to calm his breath. And collect his thoughts. Throughout Clea stayed silent, allowing him as much time as he needed to recover. Her thumb would stroke across one of the scars on the back of his hand every now and then. But other then that she made no movement.
Finally, Stephen bowed his head atop their joined hands, resting his forehead against the soft skin of her hands.
"I lost count." The word was spoke so softly she could barely make out what he said. Leaning down she placed her forehead against the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair as she squeezed his hand, a silent indication for him to continue.
"I lost count. And I almost gave in. I almost gave in to Dorumammu." A trembling sigh, which broke her heart to hear.
But he continued. "But then I heard this voice. A voice that called out to me to stay strong. To not give in. It was barely there the first few times, and I thought it was my imagination." She felt him push against her forehead and pulled back, just as he did as well. The fear was gone from his eyes. As were the tears. He simply looked at her with a strength that made her admire him, and another emotion which made her half dark heart beat violently in her chest.
"It was you. You helped me that day." His admittance that he knew it had been her lending him strength made the half-faltine sigh and give a small shrug.
"Well I have issues with my uncle and had a desire to see him bested." His deep chuckle followed her words, and she found herself smiling as well. Grasping her hands in return he slowly brought them up to press his lips against the knuckles of her right hand.
"And you helped me today." A blush stole across her cheeks and she bit her lower lip, blue eyes gazing at anything but him.
"I just woke you up. Many people would not be so happy about being woken up." Stephen smirked that knowing smirk of his that had her debating one whether she should slap him or kiss him.
She settled for neither.
He knew exactly what kind of effect he had on her. And if he was going to be smug about it, well two could play at that game. Besides, maybe it would distract him from whatever night terror he had just experienced.
Drawing herself up, her lips pulling into just as smug of a smirk as his, Clea spoke. "Then again, I may have had other things in mind." Here she leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, as she whispered.
"After all, most nightly activities are only enjoyable when two are involved." She purred, eyes alight with mischief and playfulness. Her sudden shift in demeanor had Stephen blinking in surprise at her for a brief second.
Before he burst out laughing.
Clea, for her part, huffed in annoyance. "Or perhaps I came to the wrong person." She said, moving to slip her fingers out from between his as she moved to get up. But was pulled back with a yank that had her loosing her balance and falling against Stephen, her face inches from his chest. Her hands pressed against it to keep herself from falling into him completely. She tilted her head up to look at him, and reward him with a sarcastic quip.
But the second their eyes met, the words were forever lost in the ever changing landscape that was her memory.
Neither remembered who moved first. But their lips were touching. Eyes sliding close. Bodies moving much closer then they had been before.
The first few kisses were soft and slow, tentative at best, testing the waters. He cupped her face, while she smiled against his lips, feeling him smile in return. But as their bodies shifted, to Clea lying on top of Stephen, hands resting on his chest, while his played with her hair, the kisses turned heated. His teeth bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp, allowing him the chance to make the kiss deeper, prompting a deep moan from the woman as she lost herself to the sensation of his mouth and his hands.
"You do remember you have to meet with the Avengers tomorrow." Clea finally spoke, her mind in a complete jumble as his mouth moved from her lips to her face. His goatee left a rough sensation that she found she liked as she smiled softly under his ministrations.
"We need to work on your timing and bedroom talk." The man mumbled against her cheek, laying a final kiss against her soft skin before pulling back. Slowly he turned to his side, allowing her to drop down on her side as well. They lay there, breathing softly, cheeks flushed and eyes saying the same thing.
More.
But not tonight. They both knew that. They would not take a step further. Complicating their relationship. A kiss was simple. Easily swept under the rug.
Though they both had a feeling not with the way the kiss felt.
"What're you up to tomorrow?" Stephen spoke after a minute or so, moving his arm to wind around the side of her waist. Clea, for her part, lifted her hand to start running her fingers gently through his hair at the side of his head.
"Teaching a few classes at the Kamar-Taj." She responded. "Wong finally allowed me to take on one of the advanced classes."
He hummed in response, already drifting off. And once his breathing evened out and she could feel his body relax into the bed, Clea allowed herself a soft kiss to his forehead and lips.
"Sleep well Stephen." She whispered the words filled with utter adoration, trust and love. His handsome face was the last vision she saw before she drifted off as well.
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slepyicarus · 1 year
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Of Lavender Dreams and Starry nights
Tale 1: Old lessons The times Icarus followed old superstitions taught to him by his grandparents
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A small melody left the young now half-demons lips while he cleaned. It was the first day in the House of Lamentation for Icarus after having stayed with the Prince and his Butler in the Castle for the first month after the summoning and him losing consciousness thanks to it. He was glad they indulged him in his wariness of the brothers and rather wanting to stay with the two people he woke up too while figuring himself and his new situation out. Now in the House of Lamentation he refused to life in the prepared room. He knew how old mansions where structued and he wasn't staying in an originally servants room. No matter if that was intentional or not he refuses to be viewed as lower when they all where supposed to be on equal ground! So he asked his brother Dia to speak to Lord Lucifer about Icarus being allowed a room change which he agreed to. If it was because Diavolo directly requested it or not is something Icarus choose to ignore. Now in his new, and renovated to his taste thanks to the royals, room Icarus did what he always did when he moved. He cleaned the room, placed a amethyst piece in all four corners of his room as well as salt in his windows and put a needle with a tiny eyelet above his door. He learned his lesson when he moved into his apartment and didnt do this. He really can't afford the sleepless nights and the depression episodes this time around. Satisfied the young lilanette sat down on his loafted bed while tying a bunch of dried lavender together to hang infront of his windows as a knock sounded against the door. "Come in! The door is open!", Icarus called calmly, not stopping the tying of knots. Lucifer calmly stepped inside seeing the cleaner then before room. He smiled satisfied "I see atleast one other resident of the house prefers a well cleaned room.", making the half demon look to the aster of the house perplexed, "Have you moved everything to its place by now?" "Yes, well, kind of. Still tying the lavender as you can see Lord Lucifer. Could you actually help me hang it above the window?", Icarus answered finishing the last knot. "Ah, to keep out the insects, am I correct?" "Yes, but also to keep out nightmares.", Icarus added, getting up and joining the avatar on the lower level of his room. "Keep out Nightmares? Is that something your grandmother taught you?", Lucifer chuckled, still helping the short boy nevertheless. Icarus nodded " My Grandma tied the lavender bundle in a certain way and hung it above my window everytime she visited when she was still alive. Having alot of nightmares runs in the family she always said. Its dumb isnt it.." Making himself smaller and hugging his own frame Icarus let his ears drop slightly. "Well it is a superstition of your grandmothers family mostlikely. But if it brings you comfort why would it be dumb now? And its still useful. Devildom insects hate lavender scented things just like human world insects do. ", Lucifer argued calmly making sure the bundle was secure, letting Icarus look up at him smiling the slightest bit. "Thank you, Lord Lucifer.." "Of course. Is there anything else where you need my assistance, Icarus?" Shaking his head Icarus smiled a bit brighter surprising the eldest brother "No, Lord Lucifer. Thank you for your help. I will let you know if i need anything else." While leaving Lucifer saw the needle and chuckeled. Mammon will have a hard time trying to make Icarus join his schemes or trying to steal thanks it that. Good., The eldest thought smugly leaving the newest member of his household to finishing up his new room. And Icarus truly had never to worry about suprise insects, spiders, nightmares or scammy money grab ideas thanks to his lavender and needle.
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"Icaruuuus! Come onnnnn! Just this once! I need the video to be perfect for the competion!", Levi wailed while following his now pacted master which rounded the livingroom several rounds by now. "No! That brings bad luck! I told you! My Opa would roll in his grave if i did that!", Icarus huffed now holding his ears, "I won't be in the room while you shatter a bloody mirror! I do not care if it is essential to it! I told you where im from that means 7 years if bad luck!!" The other brothers watched the spectical happen. "Thats just superstition Icarus. Nothing will happen just because you two break a mirror.", Satan argued calmly, not looking up his book. Icarus huffed annoyed "Tell that my Aunt that broke both her legs, had her daughter go non contact with her, have to watch my cousin have a not treatable tumor and more in the same year she broke a mirror! I aint taking the chance!" Levi sighed. Asmo thought out loud "Will you film for him if he'd use normal glass and edit afterwards in after effects, sweetheart?" Icarus stopped and now calmly nodded "Yes, That would work. Thank you Asmo." Looking back to Levi and leaning his head to the side like he watched his cat to a tausend times the half demon asked "Could we compromise on that, Levi?" Levi looked like he fought an inner battle trying to decide if it was worth it. After a couple of minutes Levi sighed defeated "Fine. But you will make me your yakitori noodles as midnight snack and you do the rhyme event i will miss otherwise while i edit!" "Deal." In the end, Levi's cosplay competition video came out even better then they expected and won him first place. The two Otakus enjoyed some home made yakitori noddles and karaoke to celebrate.
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"ICARUS!", Mammon screamed while almost taking the door of the young pact master out its hinges, "I got lottery tickets! Oh i just know i will win this time. Ya gotta check the numbers with me!" Said spoken to boy looked around his room and started to knock on his desk. Once Twice Trice Mammon looked confused to him ad started walking into the room. "What did ya do that for? One of ya wierd fears again?" "They are not wierd, Mams. It's what you do where I'm from to prevent the opposite to happen. Ergo, you losing or worse getting more debt.", Icarus huffed, "You lot should stop saying what i do is wierd. It's part of my culture and what makes me, well, myself. You guys do stuff too that fing wierd, but i dont call yall out on it." Huffing Icarus got up from his place on the floor and walked over to this book shelf to pick up one of his many books. Seeing a glimps of its cover Mammon knew he said something that hurt the other quite a bit. In the time Mammon had withe the half demon he started to learn the little behaviors showing the usual hidden negative emotions of the other. Him picking up the Book named Silber meant he was hurt and wants to hide the thing that got spoken about. "Im sorry. I didn' think it would make ya this upset", Mammon tried gently. A sad or angry Icarus meant an angry Satan, upset Asmo or a murderous Belphie. Sometimes even a mix of it all three with a dash of Lucifers annoyance or Beels overprotectivness. Mammon would rather avoid any of it as well as just not see the lilanette upset at him. Meanwhile Icarus scanned Mammon. Being upset made the half demon more careful then usually he is already. Sitting across from Mammon Icarus huffed another time calming down a bit "Fine Apology accepted. Just..please don't call my superstitions wierd or dumb. They are connected to lots of memories of my grandparents. It feels like you are insulting them by saying that its wierd." Mammon nodded. "Promise. Now..wanna check the lotto numbers?" "Sure. But if you won, you gotta buy me a genesis crystal pack on genshin for the last time for calling me knocking on wood wierd!" Both now laughing Mammon agreed "Sure, I even throw in a dinner date at Ristorante Six in for ya!" Sure enough, Mammon won the jackpot that day and he never again called one of Icarus' superstitions wierd.
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Waling into the kitchen beel found Icarus humming and cooking something that smelled quite sweet and delicious. Knocking on the door frame before entering as to not startle the small half demon which is surprisingly good at throwing knifes. "What are you making, Rus?", Beel walked straight to the fridge while asking, "It smells amazing" "Turkish delight, but its not traditional. I make it alot more sweet.", Icarus smiled, " Wanna try one?" "Sure. For what do you make those?", Beel asked, taking the poudery red cube to plop it in his mouth while the other gushed "Oh a friend of mine had a baby! So Im making sweets to give her and her baby so she recovers well and the baby has a sweet life! I made them with rasberry juice to make them taste like them! How arre them?" Beel grinned "They taste really good. Very sugary but in a good sense. Can i Have some more?" Icarus giggled "Yeah I made a whole bunch. How about we take them up to the attic and share the with Belpie?" "Good Idea." Later Icarus wrapped the sweets up and placed them in a musicbox with a lullaby in it, sharing the rest of the sweets with both of the twins.
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teabights · 2 years
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Cigarettes out the Window
Summary: Josie, senior, buys from Eddie Munson, her long term crush.
Pair: Eddie Munson / OC
Inspiration from this tiktok, hense the title.
Warning: Drug Use/Abuse, absent father
Word Count: 6,593
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"Eddie Munson!" Josie greeted the 20-year-old with a smile.
"Yeah, what do you need, sweetheart?" His voice was smooth like butter.
"Hey, do you have any oxys?" Her voice dropped to a whisper as they were standing in the school hallway.
"Oxys? Jesus…" He started.
"Listen, I have like fifty, however many oxys that'll get me, I'll get it." Josie said with a smile.
"Listen, I don't usually have oxys in my box, not a lot of people ask for them, so once I sold all I had, I didn't get more. Let me ask my guy after school and I can let you know this evening." Eddie informed her.
"Do you have anything else?" She asked.
"I only have three joints right now. I am low on supplies, my guy has been out of town." He spoke.
"Fine." She said with a small huff.
Her eyes wandered over the man's chocolatey brown eyes. They made her heart melt. His eyes always were so inviting. She leaned against the locker, letting her eyes linger for a second too long because Eddie started to smirk.
"Do you have a staring problem or what?" Eddie asked.
"Your eyes are pretty, shut up Munson…" She snapped back, letting a blush creep onto her cheeks.
"Ah, you think my eyes are pretty. Isn't that sweet? And your eyes, princess, are cold and icy. Below freezing." He made it theatrical for her.
"Oh Edward, that almost sounds like you think about my eyes a lot. Like maybe when they look up at you when my li-" she started to tease, but at last the bell rang to signal the passing period had started. "Call me later."
Eddie couldn't believe where she was going with that, the slight strain that appeared in his pants was going to be a hard one to forget. "I will."
They departed from each other. They walked to their separate classes. Josie had to endure listening to her math teacher babble on about the lesson, which she already had her homework done for. Math was her strong suit. Math and pharmaceutical math, so she could correctly medicate herself with drugs and not kill herself. Her eyes had wandered to the big window and she watched the tree sway slightly in the small autumn breeze.
"Ms Wood, would you care to join the class mentally today?" Her math teacher asked.
"It's 47. The answer is 47. You just add 322 to 101, divide it then by 9 and you get 47. It's simple algebra." Josie answered without moving her eye from the window.
"Yes, very good Ms Wood. Would you happen to know how to solve number six from the homework assignment." She asked.
"Number six was easy." Josie's eyes fixed on her teacher's frame. "It's 6. It's almost a joke. Pi times 12 then divide by 6, round to the nearest whole number. Any idiot could do that in their head."
"Well, well then," Her teacher left her alone and continued back to the lecture.
Another failed attempt to make a fool out of Josie Wood. Her teacher tried. Maybe her teacher liked showing off how smart Josie is. Josie knew that all this math was the only way she felt truly challenged. The bell rang for dismissal after a long thirty-five minutes.
"Ms Wood, hang back…" her teacher said.
"Yeah, whats up?" Josie said as she walked up to the teacher's desk.
"I have a few kids who could use your help to study…" Her teacher started.
"No." Josie was quick to answer.
"It'll look good on college applications. I know John Hopkins looks for this kind of stuff. Pharmaceutical isn't something you are just magically good at to be able to get in with beyond acceptable grades and the number three spot in the class." Her teacher rambles on.
What her teacher didn't know is that she was magically good with it. She hated that there was obvious conversation in the teacher's lounge between the teacher and the counselor about Josie's life goals.
"Listen, I appreciate it, but I think I will be just fine." Josie bragged.
"I'll find a pretest for pharmaceutical math and we can include that in your application." Her teacher spoke.
"Fine. I'll stay after class tomorrow to do it." Josie sighed as she walked to the door.
"Sounds like a deal, have a good afternoon." Her teacher said with a smile on the woman's face.
Josie mumbled out a "you too" as she left the classroom. She walked out into the parking lot and over to her baby, a 1980 vista cruiser named Stein (she loves Blondie.)
"Well, well, Josie Wood," A voice spoke and she looked behind her: Jason Carver.
"Hey Jas… what's up?" Her eyes looked over the man's face for any hint of what he was thinking about.
"Billy couldn't hold you down?" He teased.
"Well, more like he was off being a whore. I am sure he actually fucked your mom." Josie joked.
"Yeah right… anyways… you want to go to my party on Saturday?" He asked.
"A Carver party?.... No. I saw Mrs Q's grade book. Boy, you have a 68 percent. It's not even an honors class." Josie spoke out.
"Listen, I am not boy fucking wonder like you." He said, a bit irritated because his intelligence was being questioned.
"Yeah, but it's such basic math, apply yourself, get at least a 87 in class then come bug me with this shit." Josie shook her head.
"I'll have it up by Saturday." He stated as he started to walk away.
"Good luck. The probability of that is slim to none." She muttered as she got in her car.
She got the engine to turn over and she drove home, where she'd patiently wait by the phone for Eddie to call. She hoped he didn't forget. She got home and sat at the dining room table. She proceeded to work on the English assignment that was due last week. She completely forgot about it and managed to talk the teacher into letting her do it and turn it in late.
"Hey Josie, how was school?" Her mom asked.
"Good. Mrs Q is setting up a pharmaceutical math test for me to take tomorrow to include in my application for John Hopkins. She also tried to embarrass me in class. The only thing she did was embarrass herself." Josie told her mother.
"Did she catch you daydreaming again?" Her mother asked. "Why didn't you ask to be in honors math?"
"Yes and because… " Josie started but the phone rang. "I'll get it!"
Josie hopped up and answered the phone.
"Wood Residences." She answered the phone.
"Listen Jos, I am about to leave to pick up, when would be the best time to swing by with it?" Eddie said in a quick tone.
"Uh probably… when my mom goes off to work in an hour." Josie spoke.
"Josie, is that a boy you are talking to?" Her mom asked.
Josie moves the phone away from her face, keeping the speaker end on her ear to hear Eddie. "Mom, it's just Harrington. You know he's harmless. He just wanted to know if he and Robin could come over. They got the exclusive new movies in their store." Josie lied so excellently.
"One movie, that's it. No one else besides Robin and Steve." Her mom stated.
"Yes ma'am…" She puts the phone back so she can talk into it. "My mother said one movie… but still an hour. Also, bring the popcorn still, please."
"Couldn't tell her it is the town freak who you are trying to buy drugs from?" Eddie teases.
"She'd kill me…" That earned a look from her mother. "You can't bring grape pop because I know you will spill it on the white couch."
"Only water." Her mother commented as she fished through her purse.
"Okay, well, I will bring the popcorn… see you later Josie." Eddie’s voice was laughing at the situation.
"See ya…" Josie moved to hang up the phone.
Josie took in a deep breath. She hoped she sold that.
"Here. Get a pizza for you three." Her mom handed her twenty bucks.
"Robin is a vegetarian and Steve and I always get meatlovers…" Josie lied to her mother.
"Just remember this when you want those new tapes. You choose pizza over tapes." Her mom handed her another twenty. "This is it until I get paid next week."
"Thank you mom. I appreciate you. You're the coolest." She hugged her mother, sensing that she needed it.
After another twenty minutes, Josie fixed her mom's dinner. Cooking was another talent she had. She also fixed a miniature version of her mother's meal. She wanted to save room for a pizza. Her mother left a few minutes later for work. Josie took the time to clean up and focus back on her homework. It was about fifteen minutes later that there was a knock on the door. Josie got up and walked to the door, she looked in the mirror, looking the same as she did at school. She looked through the peephole, seeing Eddie on the other side. She opened the door.
"Eddie!" She cheered.
"I am Robin and Steve tonight." He joked immediately.
"Okay, Robin and Steve! Come on in…" She moved to the side to let the man enter her house.
"I was able to get enough oxys to keep you stocked for a while. You can pay fifty now and the other two hundred when you get a chance." Eddie said as he sat himself on the couch, cozy. He puts the little black box on his lap, opening it to pull the pill container out and put it on the table.
"Two… hundred? Damn Munson… I only have an extra twenty right now. Fuck, I am going to have to baby sit or start charging to do homework." She sat down next to him.
"Well, you are the only one I bought oxys for, so I expect that you'll buy all of it." Eddie said.
"I can do your homework for you. For the rest of the semester. I can get you like…" She started.
"No, no, I need the money. I've been saving up to leave this town after graduation. Take your time to pay me back." He stated.
"Okay… I can probably con another fifty out of my mother when she gets paid. Jason… maybe…" Josie's thought wandered off.
"Jason?" Eddie's voice filled with anger.
"Jason invited me to a party." Josie said as she reached over to grab the bottle. She popped the top open. She slips one into her mouth, chewing it up to make it work faster.
"A party? And what will you do there?" Eddie was curious where her pretty mind would go with this.
"So, he would probably get one oxy for 150 or I can make him pay me 150 to go with him…be his… date." Even saying the words made Josie want to gag.
"He's truly stupid. That might work." Eddie said.
"Do you wanna stay for a movie and pizza?" She asked.
"Like a …. Date?" Eddie got a shit eating grin on his face.
"Ew no Munson, everyone knows you like me, except I don't like you." Josie lied.
Eddie pretended a knife got plunged into his heart and he fell limp against the couch. "You hurt me."
"Okay, drama king, whatever." Josie rolled her eyes as she hopped up from the couch to put in Friday the Thirteenth Part Five. "Can you order the pizza?"
"Yes ma'am." Eddie got up to find the phone.
Once Josie got it set up, she saw Eddie standing against the door frame with the phone to his ear. He looked like a dream to her. She sat down on the couch. Eddie returned to sitting down next to her.
"Twenty minutes." He muttered.
"Sounds good." She muttered.
Josie started the movie and leaned against him slightly. Eddie slid his arm around her, totally in a nonchalant type of way. She took this moment to snuggle against him more. She is still for about 15 more minutes before she giggles a little bit. There it is, the high she's familiar with. She's been on and off pills for a year. Her relapse is always inevitable. Eddie made eye contact with her. He chuckled and shook his head. He knew that she was gone. The knock on the door made her jump a little bit. Eddie chuckled again as he got up to go to the door. He just handed the pizza guy the twenty and took the pizza. He came back to the couch, setting the pizza on the table. He opened the box and Josie quickly grabbed a slice. She ate it as she mumbled the words to the movie. They watched the rest of the movie with only quiet giggles coming from Josie. Eddie ate like two pieces of the pizza, while Josie ate three. Eddie moved to get up from his spot.
"Eds no! Don't go." Josie begged.
"I have to go home. My uncle is making me work on homework and he wants to check it." Eddie said.
"Wait Munson…" Josie begged again as she got up from her spot, her head spun for a moment.
"What Jos?" Eddie asked as his eyebrow rose.
"You're cute." Her words were a bit slurred.
"Oh Josie. Let’s get you to bed.” Eddie said.
“No, M’not tired.” Josie whined.
“Well, I have to go.” He sighed out.
“Fine…” She huffed out.
“You are aware we still have school tomorrow?” He asked, so genuine.
“Yes, I am.” Josie said confidently.
“Go to bed.” He said as he walked towards the doors.
Eddie left the house before Josie could protest. He didn’t understand why people enjoy being like that. It was not the same as a marijuana high, even if you smoke yourself out. Josie put in another movie and laid herself on the couch for the rest of the night.
Meanwhile, with Eddie, he pulled up to Family Video. He, honest to God, was getting a movie for his uncle and him to watch tonight. He walked over to the counter immediately to Robin and Steve.
“Hey Eddie, what’s up?” Robin asked.
“Women are just… complicated.” Eddie remarked.
“True.” Steve and Robin both said and exchanged glances at each other.
“What is Josie on? Right? You were seeing Josie tonight? I heard her say ‘call me’ to you in the hall today.” Robin spoke.
“She’s on pills…” Eddie muttered.
“But I thought she quit.” Robins said, slightly concerned.
“But she never really quits, she just says she did.” Steve whispered.
“Addicts who don’t want help are going to relapse. She is going to continue to relapse.” Eddie stated.
“This is why she is good at pharmaceutical math. She knows how to not kill herself.” Robin pointed out.
“Damn…” Eddie said as he dropped his head. “Also, if her mother asked, you two were there tonight. She couldn’t tell her mom that it was me who was going to be over.”
“Okay.” Steve mutters.
“She was also being super flirty with me when we were watching the movie. She said I was cute.” Eddie said.
“Oh Eddie…” Robin spoke with a smirk.
“She totally has a crush on you Eddie.” Steve pointed out.
“What? No.” Eddie shook his head.
“Yeah, and she liked you since what… we were sophomores and you were on your first try of your senior year.” Robin spoke.
“I am going to grab the new Star Wars… do you guys have it?” Eddie asks.
“Yes sir.” Robin pulled out a copy from underneath the desk. She had set it to the side for him.
“You are the best.” Eddie said as he pulled out money from his pocket to pay for the rental. Eddie got the rental and headed home.
In the morning, Josie woke up. She sat up on the couch, feeling groggy. She walked to her room to get started. She got changed for school and walked out to the living room. She noticed the bottle and quickly grabbed it. She shoved it in her pocket just as her mom walked in.
“Well, that shift was a nightmare. I am going to go lay down. I love you. Have a good time at school.” Her mother said in one breath before she waltzed over to her child to plant a kiss on her head.
“I love you. Sleep well. There is left over pizza if you want it.” Josie said happily. She grabbed her bag from the dining room table.
Josie walked outside and over to her car. She climbed into her car, turning over the engine. She drove herself down to a convenient store by the house. She stashed the bottle of pills into the glove compartment. She then got out of the car and walked into the store. Her eyes grazed over the different types of coffee.
“Wood?” A grating irritating voice filled Josie’s ears.
“Carver, what is up?” She asked quietly before she started to fix a cup of coffee.
“What do you say about my party invite?” He asked.
“Uh, only if you pay two hundred dollars to be there.” She answered him.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need two hundred dollars, you need me at the party, seems fair enough.” She grinned at him.
“I am not paying for you to be there.” He rolled his eyes.
“Do you need oxys? Fifty a piece, I’ll sell you four.” She said quietly to him as she put the lid on her coffee.
“Four oxys? For two hundred?” Jason seemed genuinely interested.
“Yeah, what do you say? I have it in my car.” Josie said with a smile.
“But you have to also come to the party for two hours.” He bargained.
“One hour.” She argued.
“One and half.” He stated.
“Fine… let me get this coffee then we’ll do it.” She rolled her eyes as she walked to the cashier.
Jason nodded and finished his morning breakfast grab. Josie got checked out and walked outside to her car. She opened the door, putting the coffee in the cupholder. She got the bottle out from the glove compartment and opened it. She pulled out four white circular pills. She grabbed a baggie she had from buying weed a while ago and put them in there. She closed the bottle up, throwing it back into the glove compartment. She leaned against the side of her car, concealing the baggie in her hand. Jason ended up outside after a minute and walked over to her. She looked at him.
“Show me the pills.” He muttered.
She flashed him the baggie and looked at him. “Show me the money.”
He slipped the money into her hand and took the pills, shoving them into his pocket. “See you Saturday.” He walked off to his car.
She shoved the money into her pocket. “See you Saturday.”
She sold her peaceful Saturday night to hang out at a party full of people she doesn’t like. She sighed as she slid into the car. She turned the engine over and drove off to school. She parked her car in the usual spot once she was on school campus. Her eyes looked over the parking lot. Eddie’s van just pulled up. She cut the engine She quickly got out of the car, with her bag and cup of coffee in her hand. She locked her car up and then walked to the van. She walked up to Eddie’s window and knocked. She saw him jump a little and turn down the music. He then rolled down the window and looked at her.
“You look chipper this morning.” He commented.
Josie adjusted her bag so she could sling it up on her arm and used her other hand to dig out the two hundred dollars from her pocket. She handed it over to Eddie. “Sold to Jason this morning. Four for two and an hour and a half of my time at his gross party.”
“You are going to his party?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah, for an hour and a half. Then I am dipping out, getting high, and watching the shit ton of movies I am going to be renting when I leave school today.” She stated.
“That sounds like a great time…” Eddie’s voice was different, like he was jealous or something.
“Are you jealous that I am going to Jason’s party?” Josie asked.
“What? No. I don’t give a shit. I just want you to be safe.” Eddie spoke.
“I am not fucking him if that is what you are worried about. I don’t have any fucking interested in a basketball player. Basketball isn’t even a cool sport, football is. But the basketball players wear their leathermen’s like the skin of an animal.” She rambled on. Her cheeks flared up when she realized that she rambled. “Sorry.”
“I know you aren’t going to fuck him. I just want to make sure they aren’t going to fake invite you because they want to harass you.” He said.
“Well, I appreciate it, Eds. I will be okay. How about after the party, you come over and watch movies with me. My mom will be working the night shift, so she doesn’t even have to know I have someone over. You and I can watch movies, maybe read a little bit of The Hobbit. Hm?” She proposed.
“You still getting high?” He asked.
“Yes, I have two hundred and fifty dollar bottle of oxys in my car that I need to finish.” She stated. “My mom doesn’t work tonight, but why don’t Steve, Robin, and yourself come over tonight and we’ll watch the new Star Wars? She’ll cook for us and she loves Star Wars.”
“I can rewind the copy I have at my house and bring it over. My uncle and I watched it last night.” He states. “And yes to Saturday.”
“What about Saturday?” Robin asked as she walked up to the pair.
“Yeah, what about Saturday?” Steve asked as his car pulled up next to Eddie’s van.
“Nothing… Tonight my house and Star Wars?” Josie asked.
“Your mom is cooking?” Steve asked.
“You know it, Steve.” Josie said with a smile.
“I am in.” Steve answered.
“I am definitely in. Your mom is the best cook.” Robin praised. “Eddie?”
“Yeah… I’ll come because I have to bring the movie.” Eddie stated.
“Cool, I will call my mom at lunch and let her know.” Josie squealed a little bit. “Okay, I have to go… I still haven’t finished my late English assignment and I have until 10:30 to do so.” Josie heads off to the school.
“What’s happening Saturday?” Robin asked nosely.
“Saturday is her party debut at Jason Carver’s house for a quick hour and a half. I am meeting her at her house afterwards to hang out and watch movies.” Eddie said.
“Why is she going to Carver’s?” Steve asked.
“Because she upsold the shit out of Carver. She sold him four oxys for two hundred bucks and an hour and a half of her time at the party.” Eddie stated. “She still owed me two hundred for the oxys I sold her.”
“Damn Eddie, she should sell for you with that.” Robin joked.
“See you guys at 3?” Steve asked.
“See ya Steve!” Robin waved him off. “Ready?” Her question aimed at Eddie.
“As I will ever be.” Eddie put the cash into his little box. He then crawled out of the van. Him and Robin proceeded to walk into school.
Josie made it through until lunch. She walked over to one of the only few payphones outside of campus. She slid a few coins into the coin slot. She then dialed her house phone number.
"Wood Residence." Her mom answered the phone after a couple rings.
"Hey mom, it's Josie." Why did she feel the need to tell her mom?
"Whats up baby? Are you feeling okay?" She heard the worry in her mothers voice.
"Nothing, I just was going to ask if you wanted to make dinner for Steve, Robin, Eddie, and I for dinner. Eddie has the new Star Wars rented out and I know you are dying to watch it." Josie rambled out.
"Eddie? Who is Eddie?" Her mother asked.
"He's a friend of Robin and I's." Josie answered.
"You've never mentioned him. Do you have a crush on him?" Her mother asked.
"Ugh, mom, no. So are you okay with those plans?" Josie asked.
"Yes baby. Now go enjoy your lunch. I'll make your favorite." Her mother sang into the phone.
"Okay bye... I love you." Josie said quietly.
"Bye baby. I love you." Her mother said then hung up.
Josie hung up the phone. She walked to the cafeteria. Robin was with her band friends. Eddie was sitting in his Hellfire group. Josie rolled her eyes as she went to sit down next to Will at the Hellfire table.
"Hey Jo." Will said with a smile.
"Hey William. How's your brother doing, twerp?" Josie asked. Eddie’s attention turned to Josie after hearing her ask.
"He's good." Will nodded his head.
"Why do you care about Jonathan?" Eddie asked bluntly.
"Eddie, I've known him since we were like ten. He's a friend." She stressed out the word 'friend.'
"Alright, my bad." Eddie spoke.
"Jealous?" Josie asked and the guys sitting there went 'Ooooo.'
"Not at all." Eddie shook his head.
"Mhm..." Josie focused herself on the lunch she had.
The conversation became small mummers in between bites of food. Josie would occasionally glance at Eddie and see him quickly look away.
Soon the lunch bell rang. Josie was the first to get up and throw her trash. She walked to her locker to exchange her books.
"Well?" A female voice entered her ears.
"Jesus, well what?" Josie spoke.
"The movie thing?" Robin asked.
"My mom said yes. We can let Steve know he grabs you. I'll tell Eddie..." Josie answered her.
"Okay, don't hate me, but… Steve and I may have told Eddie that you like him.” Robin said.
“What?!” Josie said, slightly agitated.
“I am sorry. He just seemed so clueless and honestly a little interested in you and your well-being.” Robin said quickly.
“It’s fine. I am sure he doesn’t even remember the conversation.” Josie muttered.
“Josie!” Eddie said loudly as he walked over to you and Robin.
“See you tonight.” Robin said and fled.
“See you Robin… Eddie, so my mom said you guys can come over and she’ll make food and you can bring Star Wars.” Josie started as she proceeded to walk to her class, Eddie following her.
“Right tonight, sounds fine with me.” Eddie said.
“Listen, my mom loves Star Wars, so she is really looking forward to it. You cannot let Mama Wood down, or she’ll hate your guts. I really want her to like you. It’ll be easier to have my drug dealer around all the time.” Josie stopped at the door of her English class.
“Well, I definitely won’t let you down. I’ll show up.” Eddie spoke. “Are you going to get…?”
“Yes, my mom will be around us to eat and watch the movie. She will go to bed afterwards and not care what we do.” Josie rambled out.
“Okay, maybe we can go out at Skull Rock and hang out.” Eddie spoke.
“Awh, do you wanna makeout with me there or what?” Josie joked. The bell rang and she stood there, waiting for him to respond.
“Hmm… I think that it is you…” Eddie said with a smirk.
“Go to class Munson, you are going to be late.” Josie said as her eyes rolled. She walked in her class room.
As the day passed, she ended up in her math class. Her teacher left her alone today. Her teacher put down a worksheet for everyone. She handed Josie a pharmaceutical math test sheet for her. Josie just smiled as she did the test. It is almost too basic for her. She hopped up before class was even over and put it on the teacher’s desk.
“Done already? I’ll grade it later and let you know Monday.” Mrs Q said.
“Yeah, it was easy. Is there a harder one you can find me?” Josie asked.
“I’ll have to meet up with the school nurse to see.” Mrs Q comments.
“Sounds good. Can I sneak out here? I have to get home a little early to clean up.” Josie asked.
“Yeah, go ahead.” Mrs Q said as she wrote a note for early dismissal for Josie, handing it to her.
“Thank you.” Josie took the note and walked out of the class.
“HOW COME SHE…” Josie heard. The sound muted after it closed.
Josie walked to her locker, cracking it open. She threw all her books in the locker and closed it. She didn’t have any homework. She was free. She made sure she had her keys. She walked to the main office and gave the front office the note. She then walked out to the parking lot. She got in her car. She honestly sat in the car for a few minutes. She opened the bottle of oxys. She took one out and swallowed it quickly. She drove herself home. She parked her car next to her moms. She gets out of the car. She walked in.
“It’s early.” Josie’s mom commented.
“Mrs Q let me go early because she gave me the simple math test.” Josie responded.
“Well, you are going to be great. Can you help clean? I’ll start dinner in about an hour.” Her mom stated.
“Yeah, I’ll clean.” Josie stated.
She cleaned to the best of her ability. Soon there was a knock on the door. Josie came over to the door, peeking in the peep hole. She squealed seeing her friends on the other side. She flung the door open.
“STEVE! ROBIN!” She pulled them into a hug.
“Josie!” They both said with a chuckle.
“Come in.” Josie said she moved and the two walked in.
“Edddddie!” Josie says as her arms are wrapped around the man.
“Hey Jos.” Eddie hugged her back. He could see her mom watch the two.
“Come on in!” She said excitedly.
“Are you…” Eddie whispered.
“Shhh…” She muttered with a wink.
“Dinner is about done. Steve, honey, can you set the table?” Her mom asked.
“Yes ma’am. Robin, help me.” Steve said. The two walked into the kitchen.
Eddie holds up the movie. “Where do I set this up?”
“Come here.” Josie took his arm and dragged him over the player at the TV.
“You are cute when you are out of it.” Eddie muttered as he sat up the movie to be ready for after dinner.
“Oh shush Munson.” Josie mumbled.
“Dinner is ready and the table is set.” Robin said.
Josie grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him over to the dining room. She sat in her usual seat. Eddie sat next to her. Steve and Robin sat across from them. Her mother sat at the head of the table. They all dished out food and Josie’s mom started to talk, so everyone listened.
“Jo, how did you think you did on that test in math.” Josie’s mom spoke.
“Mrs Q is going to let me know Monday.” Josie responded, pretending she didn’t have oxy flowing through her.
“A test?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, she gave me a pharmaceutical test to include in my paperwork to send to John Hopkins.” Josie responded, realizing that she never spoke a word about it to her friends.
“John Hopkins… that’s in Maryland right?” Eddie spoke.
“Yeah, it is one of the prestigious schools.” Robin spoke.
“Why not somewhere local like Indiana University.” Steve asked.
“Because… I.U. isn’t the dream. Getting out of Hawkins is the dream.” Josie said.
“Eddie, aren’t you a second year senior?” Josie’s mom asked.
“Uh, yeah, but things have been hard. I am not as blessed as Josie, I suppose. I am getting real close to a D in English.” Eddie answered, feeling nervous. “Wayne is…”
“Wayne? Munson? He’s a nice man. I used to go fishing with Josie’s dad and Wayne was always there.” Her mom said with a smile. “You were that little boy who played that guitar toy huh?”
“Uh, yeah,” Eddie said, a little embarrassed.
“Oh wait? You were?” Josie said with a grin. “He’d get mad when I had my tambourine toy!”
“Yeah because tambourines suck.” Eddie commented.
“Oh, how cute, you two were baby friends and didn’t even know it!” Robin commented.
“Shh Buckley.” Josie stated with a small glare, but couldn't help her smile.
The group got quiet and ate the food. A few “This is so good. Thank you Mrs Wood.” came from the peanut gallery. They finished eating and Josie collected all the dishes and put then in the sink. Her mother and Eddie walked out to the living room first. Josie started the dishes. Steve and Robin came up beside her like the devil and the angel on her shoulders.
“So, I think your mom likes Eddie, which makes being with him a lot easier.” Robin commented,
“So? Does he want to be with me?” Josie asked as she did the dishes.
“Let me ask.” Steve said. “During the movie, I’ll whisper to him during a loud part.”
“Oh my Gosh, just ask him when we go to… Skull Rock, all of us.” Josie stated.
“Why are we going to Skull Rock, that’s my makeout spot.” Steve commented and took on the role of rinsing off the dishes.
“That is where Eddie wanted to hang out there after we watched the movie.” Josie said.
“On a Friday night?” Steve’s eyebrow arched.
“Please, it won’t be that busy. I think Cunningham has a party tonight, so…” Robin commented as she started to dry the dishes and put them in the dish rack.
“Guys… Munson asked. Okay?” Josie said with one last final protest.
“Fine.” Steve said and rolled his eyes.
They finished the dishes and end up in the living room, watching Eddie and Mrs Wood laughing.
“Oh Wayne was so proud of that tiny little thing.” Mrs Wood said, still laughing.
“He’s still convinced it was the smallest thing he’s ever caught.” Eddie chuckled.
“Movie time?” Josie asked.
“Yeah, dear, go ahead.” Her mom spoke.
Josie started the movie. Josie sat between her mom and Eddie on the couch. Steve sat in front of Eddie and Robin in front of Josie. They watched the movie in silence. Josie would peek over at her mother as her mother’s eyes lit up from what’s going on on the screen. The movie was soon over and her mother hopped up.
“Alright, I am going to bed, if you kids are doing anything else, have Josie home by 2. I trust you Harrington.” Her mom said she walked off.
“Yes ma’am.” He shrugged his shoulders when Robin looked over at him. “I don’t know why…”
“She must have seen Eddie drive.” Robin commented.
“Hey! I was so careful!” Eddie said with a smirk.
“Let’s go losers.” Josie said she stood up.
The two pairs left the house, climbing into Eddie’s van, mostly because Steve refused to have all those drugs in the car. Josie took a second to grab her oxys. She climbed into the passenger seat. Eddie turned over the engine and drove them as close to Skull Rock as they could get. Josie had taken out an oxy and chewed it up. Robin watched her for a moment, not sure why her friend felt the need to do oxys. The pairs walked out to Skull Rock. Eddie pulled out a joint and lit it for Steve and Robin. He took one long hit before passing it to the pair. He walked over to where Josie was sitting and giggling.
“Jos?” He asked as he sat down next to her.
“Yes sweetie?” She answered as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “You smell nice.”
“Thanks? But uh, did you time that out right?” He asked.
“What? Munson, of course I did. You can take up to six a day. I took one before dinner and one now. I am just keeping the high going.” She said.
“You really do know your stuff.” Eddie muttered.
“Well, I have only been abusing since the summer between sophomore and junior year. I made sure I wasn’t going to kill myself. I can’t let my mom know that I do pills, she’d kill me. She’d cry forever. That’s why my dad left, abusing pills. He’d be so proud to know I followed in his footsteps.” Josie casually overshared with him.
“How did you…” He started to ask.
“A friend of mine's dad had cancer and he had oxys. He never noticed when her and I took one or two.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I am done talking about it.” Josie’s eyes stared up at the sky, pointing to a set of stars. “See that one? It’s Leo.”
Eddie’s eyes follow the point of her finger and he smiled. “Yeah, and I know that is Sextan right next to it.”
“Wayne looked at stars with you too?” she asked.
“Yeah, he said as a fisherman, in case you get lost, you need to know how to navigate with the stars… Sounds like Pirate lore to me.” Eddie grinned.
They shared a quick glance and smile. He noticed that her eyes still seemed like stark blue crystals in her eyes.
“I think I am going to blow Jason’s party off tomorrow? The thought of getting all hot to hang out with him all night, no thank you.” Josie muttered. “I hardly doubt he remembered my end of the deal.”
“He might… but yeah, he cannot force you to go.” Eddie mumbled back to her. He bravely took her hand in his.
“TOLD YOU! FIVE DOLLARS BITCH!” Robin screamed as she held out a hand to Steve.
“HE DIDN’T KISS HER YET!” Steve equally screamed.
“Robin…. Shut up.” Josie said a bit loudly.
“Jos…” Eddie squeezed her hand for attention.
“Hm?” Her gaze was a bit fuzzy as she giggled a little.
Eddie goes in for the kiss. Josie quickly scrambled to kiss him back, her arms going around his neck.
“Five dollars.” Robin spoke at a much quieter tone.
“Fine…” Steve mumbled as he pulled a fiver from his pocket and handed it to Robin.
Eddie and Josie broke the kiss after a few more beats, both of them panting a little bit.
“It’s been…” Josie started.
“So long… I know. Robin spilled the beans.” Eddie motioned to their dumb friend.
“Rob, I swear to God!” Josie gets up and starts to chase Robin around.
“I’m sorry - I’m sorry!” Robin squealed as she ran around, laughing.
Eddie got up and stood with Steve as the girls ran around.
“Ask her out man.” Steve spoke.
“I definitely will. Maybe a proper date then I will. Not while she’s high…” Eddie answered him.
The girls eventually stopped because they weren’t in the best shape. Josie walked over to Eddie, throwing her arms around his neck, giving him a little peck on the lips. His arm hooked on her side. Josie and Eddie went back to where they were sitting earlier, looking at the stars. Steve and Robin joined them. They exchanged stories all night.
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Amazing, though, don’t you think? A starwhale.
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