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baptismbaby · 6 months

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୨୧ HEAVEN

drug dealer!ellie x reader summary: you and ellie don't really get along but tolerate each other for your friends, jesse and dina. when participating in a game of seven minutes in heaven at a party, the bottle lands on ellie. a small confrontation somehow leads to something more. warnings: fingering (r!receiving), ellie's kinda mean but not really wc: 4.1k<3

It was the end of the college semester and all finals were completed which meant it was time to let loose. After spending weeks tiring yourself out, crying, barely getting any sleep just to study, you were treating yourself with alcohol and whatever other substances that would be offered to you. On top of that, you needed to get laid. You knew your friends with benefits, Siobhan, would be there. You and Dina were ready, just waiting for Jesse to come and get you two.

Jesse suddenly opened the door to your dorm and waved a hand urging the two of you to come out. “Let’s go,” he said.

“What took you so long?” Dina asked, shutting the door behind her.

“I was getting stuff.”

“From who?”

“TJ,” responded Jesse.

Both you and Dina groaned. The weed Jesse got from his dealer was too strong for the both of you. No matter how many times you told Jesse you were convinced he laced it, he would buy from him anyway. Plus, he overcharged his customers.

“You know Ellie is gonna be at the party,” said Dina. “Why not buy from her?”

You made a face. Ellie was great friends with Dina and Jesse but you didn’t really like her. All she had to offer was good weed and discounts since you were friends with Dina. Other than that, you thought she was cocky. About a year ago, you were dating this girl who wanted to keep the relationship a secret because she was “closeted.” But really, she was also dating Ellie and when the two of you found out, you both showed up to her dorm together to confront her. You tried being friends with Ellie after but she’d brush you off. You thought maybe she hated you for it which you never understood.

“I prefer TJ’s weed.”

“You’re insane, Jesse,” you teased.

“I don’t care if you guys think it’s laced. Whatever he’s lacing it with, works.”

The three of you walked out of the building and down the sidewalk. Luckily, the party was only a few blocks away which meant no one had to drive.

“Oh, before I forget, are you gonna go back to Jesse’s dorm tonight Dina?” you questioned.

“Yeah, why? Gonna hit up Siobhan?”

“Oh, definitely. Haven’t seen her in a month and I need to get laid.”

“You’re still fucking Siobhan? I heard she got a boyfriend recently,” said Jesse.

Both you and Dina shot each other a confused look. “Boyfriend? She’s gay.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger, just something I heard.”

“Nah, Siobhan would tell me if she was dating someone.”

“Well… you did say she was sorta being dry recently,” Dina muttered.

“I mean, yeah, but she said she was stressed with her finals.”

“If I knew you were still fucking her, I would’ve said something sooner.”

“Jesse, what are you not telling me?”

You could hear muffled music from a distance as y’all got closer to the party. Jesse remained silent, hoping you would drop it.

“Jesse,” you continued. “I will pinch you if you don’t tell me what you know.”

You neared the entrance of the party and grabbed the handle, turning it and pulling it open. You looked back at Jesse, waiting for him to say something.

“The boyfriend… might be TJ.”

“What?” you and Dina shrieked. Dina grabbed your arm and pulled you into the party, the both of you giggling and leaving Jesse behind. “He has to be joking!” Dina laughed.

“I’m saying, there’s no way!”

“Whatever, wanna go find Ellie to get some weed?”

“Sure, I guess.”

You started looking around the party, searching for Ellie. You finally noticed her standing in the corner with a joint hanging from her lips. You tapped Dina and pointed. “You go ahead, I’m gonna look for Siobhan,” you yelled over the music in her ear. Dina nodded and walked off while you went the opposite direction. You pushed past the crowd of people, glancing to see if you could see her anywhere. You finally saw her sitting on a couch with a red cup in hand. You smirked and walked faster, yelling out her name to get her attention. When she made eye contact with you, her smile fell from her face. You ignored it and held out your hand to help her up. She disregarded it and stood up on her own, placing her cup down on the table.

“Hey,” she said awkwardly.

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head slightly. “Hey, you okay?”

She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. You started to wonder if Jesse was right earlier.

“Look, I think we should just be friends.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” you said.

“Cool. I’m sorry if I wasted your time or anything.”

“Nah, we were just hooking up. No hard feelings.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to experiment a bit-”

“Wait, huh?” you interrupted. “Experiment?”

Siobhan averted her gaze to the floor. “Y-Yeah, to see if I liked girls. I had a great time with you, you’re amazing. I just prefer men.”

“You told me you were gay,” you said, although it sounded more like a question.

“I didn’t think you would’ve wanted to do anything with me if I said I wanted to experiment.”

“Siobhan, that’s fine but you should’ve said so.”

“Okay. Are we cool?” she asked, obviously wanting to end the conversation.

You shrugged. “Sure… I’m gonna go now. Have a good night.”

You spun around and sped walked to the other side of the room where Ellie and Dina were standing. They were deep in conversation and didn’t acknowledge you at first. You rested your hand on Dina’s shoulder to get her attention, causing her to jump.

“Jesus!” she exclaimed.

“Jesse was right!”

Ellie watched you and Dina talk over each other in confusion. All she could catch from the conversation was “experiment,” “straight,” and “Siobhan.” Ellie tapped your shoulder and gave you a look. “What the hell are you yapping about?”

“Her friends with benefits was-”

“Sh, Dina!” you whined. “Don’t tell her!”

Ellie understood what Dina was about to say anyways, based on what she heard before. Ellie chuckled and shook her head in disbelief.

“What?” you asked.

“That’s embarrassing,” said Ellie.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her. You leaned back against the wall, your eyes darting across the room to see if there was any girl you were interested in and who might be interested in you. But most of these girls you knew were in relationships or were straight. You sighed in defeat and crossed your arms. “Let’s go smoke,” you muttered, tugging Dina’s shirt to follow you. You were looking for a place to sit when you noticed people sitting in a circle. “Wanna go over there?”

“They’re playing seven minutes in heaven,” Ellie said.

“Ugh, what are we, in middle school?”

“Might be kinda fun. Maybe you can get lucky in a closet since your hookup ditched you for dick.”

You glared up at Ellie and smacked her arm. Ellie put her hands in the air with a smirk. “Just saying.”

You thought over it, knowing Ellie was right. If you couldn’t hook up with anyone else, you might as well makeout with a stranger in a closet. “Let’s go,” you groaned. The three of you made your way over to the group.

“Hey, Ellie,” one of the boys greeted. “Coming to play?”

“Yeah, me and her.”

“I’m just here to watch,” said Dina, sitting outside of the circle. Ellie sat next to the boy and you sat on the other side next to a girl.

“Hey,” the girl slurred. She was shitfaced, her cheeks were red and she kept giggling. “Your necklace is soooo cute!”

��Oh, thank you!”

“Quit chit chatting, Ivory. It’s your turn to spin the bottle!”

The girl, who you now knew as Ivory, perked up and crawled ungracefully to the bottle. She spun it weakly, the bottle landing on a guy to the left of you. He stood up, tripping over nothing but catching his balance. He was equally as wasted. The two of them stumbled away, holding onto each other.

“The closet is over here!” Ellie’s friend yelled. Everyone laughed when they kept going and walked into the bathroom. “Well, I guess it’s your turn.”

You realized the man was talking to you. You cleared your throat and leaned over to grab the bottle. You placed it on the ground and spun it hard, causing it to roll to the other side. It slowed down and tapped Ellie’s foot.

“Oooohh, Ellie!” her friend teased. “Isn’t that the girl Lisa cheated on you with?”

“Yikes, that’s awkward,” someone else said. You gave Ellie a dirty look as she stood up, walking over to you with her hand held out. “Get up,” she demanded. You grabbed her hand and was yanked up roughly. Ellie dragged you into the closet and slammed the door behind her.

“You know, we could’ve-”

“Shut up,” Ellie grumbled.

The two of you tried hard to be as far away from each other as possible but it was difficult. The closet was too small.

“Lisa didn’t cheat on you with me, by the way,” you muttered.

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Fine! I guess we’ll stand here in silence.”

Ellie groaned, rubbing her eyes and covering her face behind her hands after. “Why did I suggest playing this stupid game?”

“Hey, you could’ve said no when the bottle landed on you.”

“I’m not a pussy,” Ellie defended herself.

“Whatever.”

The way you had to stand was awkward. Ellie’s feet were together, your feet on either side. You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous you looked but didn’t want to annoy Ellie again.

“Here,” said Ellie, putting her left foot on the other side of your right one. She pushed your foot against her other one so you weren’t in the position you were before. Now, you and Ellie’s feet were intertwined. “You looked uncomfortable.”

“Thanks.”

Ellie crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on you. You looked down to avoid making contact.

“What’s the deal with you and Siobhan?” Ellie suddenly asked.

You scoffed. “Why would I tell you? So you can laugh at me?”

“I won’t laugh. Swear. I just kinda feel like you might wanna talk about it. Might as well talk about it now.”

You sighed, holding out your pinky. “Promise?”

Ellie reluctantly wrapped her pinky with yours. “Um, sure. Promise.”

“Well, I matched with Siobhan on a dating app two months ago. She said she was looking for a fuck buddy and I thought she was pretty cute so we started fucking. But then we got busy, she was dry with me after a month and come to find out, she’s straight and was only experimenting.”

“Damn,” said Ellie. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Was she any good?”

“Huh?”

“Was she any good?” Ellie repeated.

You shrugged. “She was okay. I was kinda desperate, I guess. I’m not a top but I topped for her. I tried getting her to top me but she refused.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you’re not a top?”

“Um, no,” you scoffed. “I prefer being a bottom. It was my first time topping, actually. Or… being dominant, I guess is the correct term. So, I guess we were both experimenting.”

Ellie started laughing. She put her hand on the wall beside your head to keep her balance.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re bullshitting!”

“Hey, I’m not bullshitting!”

“Dude, we both were dating the same person once. You’re lying,” Ellie retorted. Her laughter had died down and her demeanor changed. She was serious and seemed slightly irritated.

“I wasn’t dominant with Lisa,” you uttered. “Were you?”

“Yeah, I was.”

“Oh… didn’t know she was a switch. She never told me that.”

Everything got really quiet again. You checked the time on your phone, wondering if the seven minutes was close to being done yet.

“She did cheat on me with you,” said Ellie. “You said she didn’t but she did.”

“Ellie, she was playing both of us. And yes, she cheated on me with you. Her and I were dating before you guys were.”

“If you say so.”

“Dude, get over it. It happened over a year ago. It’s in the past. Maybe you should be angry at her and not me.”

“I am angry at her and not you.”

“You were so cool at first,” you continued, disregarding what she said. “I thought we were gonna be friends after what happened. I thought us confronting her together was something we were gonna laugh about after but you blew up on me and ignored me. Now, you’re rude anytime I’m around.”

“I was wrong for that,” Ellie admitted. “I’m sorry.”

You were surprised to hear an apology from Ellie. Everything you had planned to say vanished. You rested your hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It’s okay. I wanted to blow up on you when I first found out about you. But I knew it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know it wasn’t yours either. I was… ugh, nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

“Forget it.”

Ellie hated talking about her feelings with her own friends. The fact that she was opening up to you a bit terrified her. You kept staring at her intently, a small smile on your lips. You never noticed but she was actually very pretty. The way the light from the crack in the door hit her face made her look ethereal.

“You know, I was kinda hoping there would be someone out there I would wanna hook up with,” you said, changing the subject. Ellie chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, not a lot of options out there, huh?”

You shook your head no and laughed, leaning your head back on the wall. “I wonder how long we’ve been in here.”

“I think we got a couple minutes left,” said Ellie.

“Guess I won’t get lucky in a closet either,” you joked.

“Do you want to?”

You snorted. “I mean, there’s no one out there who interests me.”

“Well, I’m here.”

Your eyes widened. Ellie stepped forward, completely closing the space between the two of you. Her hand was pressed against the wall as she towered over you. She glanced down at your tight shirt that hugged your chest perfectly. “Not gonna lie, you look good tonight.”

“Ellie…”

“What?”

“C’mon, you’re high. You don’t mean that.”

Despite how weird you were starting to feel, you couldn’t ignore the throbbing between your legs. Your breath grew heavy as she licked her lips and brushed her fingers along your jaw. You were frozen, staring up at her in shock. Ellie’s hand dropped to her side and she laughed. “I’m just joking, dude. Damn, you should see your face right now. Like a deer in headlights.”

“Not f-funny, Ellie,” you mumbled, your face still buzzing from how gentle her touch was.

“What, did I get you all worked up?” she taunted.

Before you could respond, there was a banging at the door. “Time’s up!”

The door opened and you rushed out, leaving Ellie behind. You looked over your shoulder to see her smirking at you. You sat down in the closest chair that was out of view for Ellie, fighting to catch your breath. You felt confused. How was it that it went from the two of you arguing to her making a move on you? Sure, she was just teasing. But the way she looked at you made you think otherwise. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and texted Dina.

hey, where r u????

going back tojessses dorm

hpw was thr closwet???

girl are u wasted… i didnt even see u drink anything tf

a tiny bot i stple a bottle:)

the closet was fine we said nothing to each other the whole time

damn dina did u even eat today???

nopr! srry for missinh it got tpo sick

dont be sorry, drink some water n go to bed. feel better xo

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and sighed. Your mind was going crazy thinking about what happened. To make matters worse, you started wondering how it would’ve been if Ellie was being serious. If she kissed you, felt you up a little bit. Would you have liked it?

After an hour of small talk with a few other people and two drinks, the party was finally dying down. Mostly everyone had left and the music no longer played. Usually, you’d be gone by now. But you stayed because Ellie was still there. You could see her eyeing you from across the room, rolling a joint to give to one of her friends. You were gonna wait until she left to go to. A few minutes passed and she finally stood up, making her way to you. You sighed and got up from your seat, waiting for her to approach you.

“Thought you would’ve left by now,” she said once she was a few feet away from you.

“Yeah, me too.”

Ellie leaned against the counter and smiled. “Did you find someone to hookup with?” You shook your head no. “Me neither.”

“Damn,” you mumbled.

“Come home with me.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Seriously? Playing a prank on me again?”

“No, I’m not. You’re being annoying asking too many questions all the time. Just get your shit and come with me,” she demanded. You grabbed your bag and followed Ellie. You jogged a bit to catch up so that you were walking by her side. She opened the door for you, watching your ass as you stepped out.

“Is Dina with Jesse tonight?”

“Yeah,” you answered.

“Was wondering where she went.”

“She got too drunk.”

“When did she drink anything?”

“When we were in the closet, apparently,” you said.

“Did you tell her what I did?”

“No.”

“Atta girl,” praised Ellie. You blushed, your heart racing.

“I thought you were ‘just joking,’ Ellie.”

“I was kinda but… we both wanna fuck and there’s no one else to fuck. Thought we could help each other out.”

You said nothing and picked up the pace when the cold air blew harder. You wrapped your arms around yourself as an attempt to feel warm but it didn’t help. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting a coat.

“Wanna borrow my hoodie?” Ellie asked.

“It’s fine.”

“You can wear it until we get there,” Ellie pulled her hoodie over her head, revealing a baggy black t-shirt and her tatted arm. She threw it at you and chuckled when you yelped.

“Thanks, Ellie.” You shoved it over your head and sighed at the warmth. You could smell her cologne and weed, which comforted you. Ellie’s phone started to ring. She groaned and pulled it out, answering without checking the ID.

“What?” she snapped. She slowed to a stop and sighed. “Dammit, okay. I guess I’ll go to my girl’s dorm instead. Bye.” Ellie shoved her phone back in her jean pocket, cussing under her breath. “We’re gonna have to go to your dorm.”

“That’s fine,” you said.

“Not really. I told my roommate I was bringing a girl home and to go to his girl’s place if he finds one. He doesn’t listen.”

“Well, luckily I have the room all to myself since Dina is with Jesse.”

The dorms came into view. You were growing anxious, suddenly aware of what was about to happen. You wanted this and you knew you did. At first, it was because of desperation. But now, you wanted it because it was with Ellie. You felt strange. You didn’t even like her. You weren’t even drunk enough to blame it on alcohol. Maybe it excited you to have sex with someone you hated. Whatever it was, you didn’t care. At least you were getting something.

When the two of you finally got to your dorm, you both stood there awkwardly. Ellie’s boldness from earlier was long gone. You set your bag down and kicked your shoes off. “I’m gonna take my makeup off,” you mumbled. Ellie stayed quiet and sat down on the bed, studying the posters on your wall. Since Ellie wasn’t looking, you decided to undress and change into a tank top. You got the last bit of makeup off and threw the wipe in the trash. You sat down next to Ellie, gaining her attention. She smirked at the polka dot boyshorts you were wearing.

“That’s real grown up,” she teased.

“Hey, they’re comfortable.”

Ellie placed a hand on your thigh, slowly running it up and down your exposed skin. “I wish we could’ve gone to my place,” she whispered, her hand getting closer to your panties. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you went to speak. “W-Why?”

“I was gonna fuck you with a strap. And you could’ve been as loud as you wanted.” Ellie tugged on your thigh, signaling you to open your legs. You spread them and watched Ellie lean over to admire the wetness that showed. “God, I was gonna fucking ruin you. Get up and strip for me,” she commanded. You got up and stepped between her knees, letting her run her hands all over your body as you pulled your tank top over your head. “Fuck,” she breathed. She grabbed your chest and squeezed tightly, eliciting a moan from you. She sat up and wrapped her mouth around your nipple, her tongue going in circles and flicking the bud. Your fingers went through Ellie’s hair and tugged at the strands. She groaned, wrapping her arms around your body and slamming you onto the bed.

She shoved your panties down and put her hand over your cunt. You bucked your hips forward, begging for her to do more. She brought her thumb down and placed it on your clit. “Is this what you wanted?”

You nodded, a whine escaping your lips as she moved her thumb in a circle over the bundle of nerves. She grinned watching your body writhe in pleasure. Your soft moans filled the room, growing louder as she sped up. Her hand covered your mouth to stifle them. “Sh, sh, sh… don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” You shook your head. “Then shut up, will you?”

You tried to keep quiet but it was hard. Ellie was too good with her fingers. You could already feel that familiar burning in your stomach, meaning you were close. Ellie noticed your squeals and whimpers were coming out quicker and more desperate. She kept her thumb on your clit and slipped in two fingers, pressing down harder on your mouth to muffle your whining. She fingered you at a fast pace, her thumb still going in circles. You felt dizzy, overwhelmed with how good it felt. Ellie put a third finger in, your cunt tightening around her digits. Ellie was amused watching you come undone beneath her. Before you knew it, your orgasm took over you. It was powerful, coming in waves that made your body convulse and forced you to bite your lip hard to keep from screaming. Ellie pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean.

You laid there, fighting to catch your breath. Ellie leaned over and grabbed your tank top and panties, placing them beside you. She got up and disappeared to the bathroom and came back out with a wet rag. “Here,” she said as she held it out to you. “You kinda made a mess.” You took the rag and raised up, cleaning up your thighs and handing it back to Ellie. “Thanks,” you mumbled. You shoved your clothes back on and got underneath the covers while Ellie sat on Dina’s bed. You felt awkward with the uncomfortable silence that fell over you two. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“I… think I’m gonna go,” said Ellie, standing up to grab her hoodie. “I’ll text you, okay?”

“Oh, okay. Get home safe.”

Ellie left without saying anything else. You were so confused. You had a great time with her but once it ended, you felt weird. Like it wasn’t supposed to happen but at the same time, you were elated. You’ve never came so quickly before in your life and it definitely never felt that good. You had no clue how it got to this point. She spent the whole year either ignoring you or being short with you. Tonight was the first time she actually really talked to you and you realized that before the closet. You wondered if she really would text you. This was a one time thing and you knew that. A part of you wished it wouldn’t be.

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strawbvrriluv · 1 month

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I LOVE THE CHRIS FIC I WONDER IF U CAN DO MORE OF THAT!!!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ… ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

(collab based on their recent youtube video)

꧁༺ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ༻꧂

Your POV

I sat in the backseat next to Nick as Matt set up the camera and pressed record. I hid my face in Chris’s seat as they did the normal introduction.

“Does anybody know why Matt was not at Tara Yummys Party for one-” Nick said looking at Matt standing outside the door as Chris interrupted him.

“Nick- Nick shut the fuck up. Only Nick buys himself a full box of chocolate such a Nick Sturniolo move”

Chris finished as Matt sat back down in the car grabbing a water bottle as Chris looked up at him.

“I really like the water bottle with nipples on it, feel like i’m sucking water straight from mother nature”

I put my hand over my mouth as I started to giggle at Chris’s statement as Nick gave me a look.

“I thought this was going to go so different” Nick said as Chris looked back at him smiling.

“Alright guys this car video is going to be things that.. We’re going to be talking about things that we find either really corny or really piss us off.. With a special guest Y/n!!”

Matt said looking in the review mirror as I popped out next to Nick. I waved my hands to the camera, “Hi everyone!!”

Chris looked back as we made eye contact, he smiled softly before replying to Matt. “Yep this is the perfect video for Nick.”

I smiled and looked at Nick, “Actually i’m feeling really positive recently and I have nothing negative-“

“That’s a lie” Chris said laughing at Nick’s statement. Matt got out his phone.

“Taking the last of something and leaving the box” as soon as Matt said that Nick pointed to Chris as he put his head down laughing a bit.

“Point to someone you know who does it” Nick said as Matt also pointed to Chris. Chris looked at his two triplets and pointed to Matt causing him to look at him shocked.

He grabbed his finger and they started “fighting” Chris moved his hand back to his chest.

“Ow are you serious?” Chris said holding his pointer finger.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Chris said looking at his pointer as Matt looked at his finger too.

“Ok ok guys I wanna read one stop your sibling fighting” I said as they all looked at me. I took out my notes finding one of the things that piss me off.

“What pisses me off is when people rev their engines in a parking lot.

Like back when I was in high school so many guys who think they were the shit would do it. Like no.. You’re being loud and obnoxious”

I said as Nick gave me a high five nodding, “Exactly! Like that’s so gay” Nick said as I laughed my hand on his shoulder.

“Nick you can’t say that” Matt said as Nick rolled his eyes. “Yes I can” Nick said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

- After the Video -

“Thank you guys again for having me” I said smiling at the three of them.

“Oh it’s not problem you’re the one who bought a ticket to come to boston with us.” Matt said as I nodded along with what he was saying because it was true.

“I guess but you guys truly didn’t have to let me stay at your parent’s house.” I stated as Matt started driving back to the house as Chris shook his head.

“Our parents don’t care and plus you’re like a close friend now.” Nick said rolling his eyes at me in a sign of what I was saying was dumb.

Me Chris and Nick met at Tara Yummy’s party and we got closer ever since. As in talking and hanging out EVERY day.

“Okayyyy fine” I said putting my hands up in surrender as they entered the drive way of their old house.

“How do you like Boston so far?” Chris asked as we both got out the car, I looked at him after closing my door. “It’s actually really nice out here, I never knew that” Chris smiled softly as he put his arm around my shoulder. I smiled up at him as we entered the house.

Since it was pretty late already their parents were in their bedroom sleeping. I grabbed a water bottle and headed up to the guest bedroom where I was staying.

I laid down on the soft mattress and slowly began to fall asleep. About an hour later I got multiple text messages waking me up.

I sighed and sat up wiping my eyes to wake myself up more as Chris walked into the room. He was just in basketball shorts and a wife beater.

“Sorry for waking you up” Chris said softly closing the door behind him as he sat down on the bed looking at me with a small smile.

“It’s okay Chris” I shook my head as I yawned, I laid back down as Chris moved up laying next to me.

“Why can’t you sleep?” I asked moving to the side so I was facing the boy as he shrugged.

“I don’t really know.” I nodded and sighed understanding what he meant. He moved a piece of my hair as I looked into his eyes my cheeks flushing a bit.

“You’re so beautiful yknow that right?” He said quietly. I gave him a look as I furrowed my brows.

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head” I joked as he rolled his eyes softly before bringing me into a kiss.

I hesitated for a bit before I kissed him back. It felt perfect. It felt right.

He moved on top of me still kissing me my hands finding their way into his hair as I pulled on it slightly. He groaned moving his head to the crook of my neck kissing it.

His hands moved down lifting my shirt up as he lifted himself up to meet my face.

“Is this okay?” He asked as I nodded, he began removing my clothes looking at me in awe the whole time.

“You’re so perfect” He hummed against my skin as he removed his clothes grabbing a condom from his back pocket.

My eyes widened when he pulled down his boxers, his dick lifted and hit the lower part of his stomach pre cum dripping from it. He put the condom on before going back down to me.

He kissed me softly positioning himself to my entrance as he entered me. I gasped shutting my eyes, he was big enough to stretch me out.

“I’m sorry ma” He whispered not moving to let me get used to his size. I nodded letting him more as he began moving at a faster pace.

“Look at me please” Chris asked as I looked up at him, his face was flushed as he looked into my eyes. I moved to kiss him as we made out.

The sounds of our moans muffled from the kissing, he moved his around my ass in the air as he slapped it a few times.

He re-entered me as I screamed softly into the pillow to keep quiet, his hand holding on the back of my neck as he kept hitting my g-spot.

“Yes yes yes” I muttered as he hummed palming my ass.

“God you’re so tight aren’t you? So tight for me. You feel so good. You’re doing such a good job for me” He said his breathing becoming heavier.

I moved my hand down my body and onto my clit as I rubbed circles on it.

“Oh fuck ma yes” Chris muttered watching me please myself under him.

“I’m gonna cum just from watching you” He said his thrusts getting faster as I felt him twitch inside of me. I moaned rubbing faster as I clenched around him my climax coming.

“I’m gonna-“ I moaned loudly causing him to push my head into the pillow as I climaxed my body trembling and clenching.

“Oh fuck” Chris moaned cumming inside of me. His abs flexing as he closed his eyes biting his lip.

He moved down kissing my shoulder as he exited me everything slowly falling down from my cunt. I took a breath as Chris moved down and kissed my clit.

He licked my folds before sucking on it collecting our liquids together. He got up moved over to me and kissed me, we made out for a few minutes before we heard a knock on the door.

I quickly threw some clothes on as I opened the door, it was Matt.

“Are you guys finally done? Now shut the fuck up.” He said annoyed and tired as I widened my eyes. Chris called out to him.

“Sorry bro” I closed the door as Chris chuckled patting the bed next to him. I laid down next to him as he pulled me closer to him.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Chris”

A/N - sorry this is so short 💔💔

#fanfiction #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris

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steddiealltheway · 2 years

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Steve confesses to Robin that he has a crush on Eddie. She has a minor shut down moment and asks under her breath, “Why do all the gays flock together?” - having had both Max and Will come out to her recently.

She’s hesitant about Steve’s crush because… the bandana. And Steve isn’t dumb, he knows when Robin isn’t saying something she wants to. So, when he asks what’s wrong with Eddie, she asks Steve, “Have you heard of the hanky code?”

Steve shakes his head.

“It’s… it’s a gay code. Like people put a certain color handkerchief in a certain back pocket to flag others about what type of sex they want,” Robin explains, knowing her description isn’t as in-depth as the code, but hoping that will make Steve get the point.

“Okay?” Steve says as he doesn’t connect the dots.

“Steve… have you noticed the black bandana in Eddie’s back left pocket?”

“Yeah, of course,” Steve says. Robin gives him a look. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ is right.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow together. “So what does it mean?”

Robin links her fingers together and takes a deep breath. “I’m not one hundred percent sure. Just about ninety-nine point nine nine percent sure. Plus, I did some research with Nancy who also noticed. And we’ve come to a conclusion. Granted… it may not be the correct one but-”

Steve puts his hand on Robin’s wrist and pleads, “Robin.”

“It’s for sadism and masochism top,” Robin finally blurts out. Steve freezes. “Please tell me you know that means because I really really don’t want to explain it to you.”

Steve scoffs, “Of course I know what that means.” His eyes widen. “Not like… I know it like that,” he clarifies.

Robin nods as Steve processes the information. She hesitates before saying, “I just… thought you should know before you said anything to him. That doesn’t seem like… you. Especially after the whole Russians and getting a plate smashed over your head-”

“Yeah, Rob. I got it,” Steve says. He runs a hand through his hair. “And you’re right. Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course,” Robin replies sincerely before launching into a full monologue about her time spent researching with Nancy.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve finds himself staring at Eddie while hanging out with him - specifically at the black bandana. And truly, he can’t see how Eddie could have that side to him. He’s not kink shaming, but Eddie’s just so… sweet and caring.

Plus, when Eddie had been recovering from the bat bites, he had confessed that he felt kind of bad for killing and hurting the bats. Even though they had been eating him alive. “Some metal things we have to leave to the heroes,” Eddie had explained, ignoring when Steve insisted he was a hero too.

Steve snaps out of the memory when Eddie waves his hand in front of his face. “I was starting to worried that maybe Vecna was back,” Eddie jokes. Steve’s learned that’s one of his coping mechanisms as Nancy calls it.

“Just lost in thought,” Steve replies.

“About what?”

Steve stares at Eddie. What an unintentionally loaded question. “You,” he replies without thinking.

“Steve Harrington, what could you possibly be thinking about me? Pray tell,” Eddie says with the widest grin.

Well, he asked for it. So here goes nothing. “I like you,” Steve states, watching Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Like, I really like you. And I was going to tell you, but Robin implied something that I didn’t know how to bring up.”

Eddie nods his head, eyebrows furrowed, but his expression remains frozen, processing what Steve has said. He does this for a few seconds and suddenly snaps out of it. “Wait, what did Robin say?”

Steve swallows. “You know that black bandana you wear?”

Eddie nods in response.

“Well, Robin explained it to me. And while that’s cool and everything. It’s just… not me. You know, after the whole getting tortured by Russians thing-”

“The what?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for any of… that. But hey, it’s cool that you’re so open about that. Plus, it must be fun to talk in code. I mean, who knew a black bandana in your left pocket could mean being a S&M top.”

“It means what?!” Eddie yells, standing up, face in full shock.

“You know, sadism and masochism… but why am I explaining that to you?” Steve says with a huff of laughter.

Eddie stares down at Steve in horror.

“Wait…” Steve trails off. “You didn’t know it meant that?”

Eddie throws his hands up and begins pacing. “I just thought it made me look cool! Jesus H. Christ! I’ve been wearing that bandana for months and-” He abruptly stops and looks at Steve. “Did you say you liked me?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie sits down and puts his head in his hands. “Hold on. Let me process everything you’ve told me.”

Steve patiently waits, staring as Eddie seems to go through a mini crisis for a few minutes. Steve checks his watch a couple of times, wondering if he should ask Eddie if he’s okay or leave him to his inner turmoil.

As Steve checks his watch for the fifteenth time, Eddie sits up and sighs. “I think I’m okay now.” He looks at Steve and says, “Nope, I’m definitely not.”

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks.

Eddie leans forward poking Steve’s chest. “You like me?” Eddie finishes the thought, poking his own chest.

Steve nods.

Eddie continues staring.

Steve offers him an awkward smile.

Eddie stares harder and nods. “Cool. Cool. That’s cool…” he trails off. “And you’re sure about that?”

Steve laughs. “Yes, Eddie.”

A thought crosses Eddie’s mind. He asks, “Will you kiss me, if I promise I’m not a S&M top?”

Steve laughs again and replies, “Yes.”

Eddie dramatically whips the bandana out of his back pocket and drops it on the ground, immediately rushing forward to meet Steve who was already leaning in for a sickeningly sweet kiss.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #I love the hanky code #but I also love the idea of eddie having no idea what it means #hence the idea

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lust4life01 · 1 month

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Hello there! Could you please write a Gregory House smut with a fem reader? I'm good with anything, maybe with a little exhibitionism with Wilson? Anything really, would love a dark House. Thanks!

Hello!! Sorry I took so long to reply <3 I think this is pretty dark but I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted lmao. I havent really written anything dark yet.

Let me put on a show.

(Warnings)18+!! Exhibitionism,almost prositition,smut,older man x younger woman, praise, being watched, darkish smut.

Pairing: Greg House x f/reader x James Wilson

You and Greg had been seeing each other for a little while, not necessarily in secret but private would suit the situation better. This was purely under your conditions as you didn’t want people to assume you were just fucking him to do well within your job or to have some sort of advantage. The only advantage you cared about was the advantage of fucking him almost every night. House on the other hand, he had been itching to brag about his new little toy he could play with, but under your wishes he resisted. Well for a little while. His main focus was keeping you happy, if you were happy he was definitely going be happy.

Despite this, it was clear to everyone around House that he was seeing someone as he was less of a jackass than usual and just seemed even more smug than usual. Which nobody thouht was possible.

“House, come on, I’m your best friend.” Wilson badgered on as him and house sat in the canteen.

In response to this House childishly grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth.

“sorwy, moufs kinda full.” He attempted to say, the fries smooshed, breaking his speech.

Wilson rolled his eyes, desperate to know who had been fucking his best friend.

“I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.” He threw his hands up in annoyance.

House continued to stare at him with a blank expression, clearly trying to wind Wilson up.

“I’ll buy you a drink after work if you tell me.”

House tapped his face with his finger mockily pretending to think before answering, “um no.”

Wilson who was almost defeated but also driven by curiosity let out a sigh. “$100.”

Houses face lit up as Wilson placed the note in the table.

“Sold. Thank you sir” House happily snatched the note from the table and shoved it into his pocket.

“Alright fess up. How’s been ya know…” Wilson asked eagerly

“Emptying my balls?”

Wilson scoffed in disgust but nodded his head.

“The babe with sexy eyes, ya know the one working down in the maternity ward.”

Wilson cocked his eyebrow, clearly needing more information.

House rolled his eyes. “The one with (your hair colour) and she’s about yay high. Nice legs”

Wilson thought for a minute before a puzzles looked crossed his face. “Wait. You don’t mean (y,n?)

House smirked “thats the one.”

Wilson let out a loud laugh. “Yeah okay House. And I’m fucking Jennifer Aniston. Seriously tell me. I just gave you $100.”

House looked Wilson up and down in offence. “What you don’t believe me?”

“No. Of course I don’t. You’re a handsome guy House but a girl like that gets fucked by men like Chase.”

“My mature and stern demeanour clearly turns her on. Plus I told her Chase was gay."

“If you seriously don’t believe come to mine at 8pm sharp. Trust me you’ll believe me then.”

Wilson looked at him skeptically but nodded. Wilson wasn’t all hearts and rainbows, despite him not believing House, the thought of seeing you with your mouth open contorted in pleasure was worth the risk of being scammed by House.

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You were stood in Houses kitchen, trying to decide what the two of you should eat.

“Ugh, you can’t have soup again (y,n)” House moaned.

“Why not? It’s tasty, easy and quick.” You shrugged.

House moved in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter and looking down at you.

“That’s funny. I remember you liking it long and hard.”

You scoffed at him, not breaking eye contact.

“Screw the food, I’m hungry for something else.”

He bent down and attached your lips hungrily.

You made out as you slowly walked over to the couch, being mindful of his leg.

You pushed him, his back hitting the armrest of the couch and you gently straddled him.

“Is this okay?” You ask sweetly as you lightly bit his neck.

“Perfect.”

House grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail and brought your lips to his.

As your lips were glued to one another’s House took the time to peer over at the clock which read 7:55pm.

He slowly undressed you, taking off your top and admiring the way your tits sat in your bra.

“Fuck so pretty.”

He unclip your bra with one hand and it wasn’t just his smile that grew bigger.

“Even prettier.” He smirked, looking at your exposed chest.

You giggled and started to take off Houses shirt as he slipped his fingers under your skirt and panties.

“Mhm nice and soaked for me baby, good girl.”

He circled your clit with his two large fingers and you practically cried out, desperate for more. You started to grin onto his hand and let out a pathetic whimper.

House looked back over to the clock- 7:59pm-

Show time.

He unbuttoned his jeans and waisted no time in entering you. It was sudden, he didn’t even take off your skirt or panties, just moved them to the side.

You let out a pornographic moan as he push up into you so suddenly and started to bounce up and down, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open.

“Say my name baby.” House ordered you. Knowing he wanted Wilson to know exactly who was making you feel this good. He wanted Wilson to know he was in fact the one who could make you cum whenever he decided to.

It was exactly 8pm as Wilson stood outside House's apartment door. He was hesitant to enter. He could hear the sounds of two bodies slamming against one another and the chants of his best friends name over and over.

Fuck the idea of seeing you on the verge of cuming made his blood rush to his pants.

He open the door carefully, the sounds of you already becoming louder.

House heard the door and circled his fingers around your clit in hopes you would become louder.

Now Wilson could see you in all your glory. Your face contorted in pure pleasure.

“Fuck. House gonna cum. You fuck me so good.” you whined.

Wilson stared with his mouth agape completely in awe of the way your body moved and the sounds that graced your lips. He felt like such a creep, but he couldn’t stop watching.

“Cum for me baby” House grunted out whilst peering over at Wilson.

Your head jolted back, exposing the veins in your neck as you reached your peak. You let out a pathetic whimper as House continued to fuck your overstimulated cunt.

Wilson couldn’t bear it any longer. He swiftly made his way out of the apartment completely horny and with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Little did he know, you knew all about this little arrangement.

House had told you before hand and showed you the crisp $100 dollar bill he’d received if you put on your best show. You were hesitant at first, but your were a broke trainee and $100 is $100. You could put on a show. Make the dirtiest moans you could.

Once House pulled out of you, you both stared at each other and began to laugh.

“Well how was I?” You asked, feeling pretty proud of the performance you just put on.

“Excellent. You could be a real porn star.” He smiled at you.

“How do you know I’m not” you cocked an eyebrow.

“ I would have seen it by now.” he mocked

You both laughed and sat for a while.

“Okay on a real note I am actually very hungry can we get food now please?” You whined as you began to dress again.

“After that show, how could I refuse” House grabbed the $100 and placed it into your bra.

#greg house smut #greg house x reader #house md #james wilson smut #exhibition kink #fem reader #request

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moodywyrm · 10 months

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worrisome - farmer! sevika

@pinknightsinmymind my love I cannot stop thinking about it. This is after Sevika becomes an official farmer and moves in with you, but before y’all are married.

farmer sevika x chubby / plus size reader (although it aint too too prominent)

It happens on a day that you’re off to market. you had less goods to sell, just a few jams and pastries, and – with Sevika having to tend to the crops – y’all decided you should go to market on your own. Well, less decided and more convinced and mollified Sevika before she could drive herself into an early grave worrying about you.

She’d spent the whole day pulling taking care of the hens, feeding and entertaining the dogs, maintaining your sunflowers, and, of course, worrying over her girlfriend. So the second she hears the truck drive up to the farmhouse and the jingle of your keys as you step out, she’s sprinting from the field over to you, dogs in tow.

When she gets to the driveway, she slows down, trying to act all calm and composed as if you didn’t just see her book it. She walks up to the truck bed and leans her forearm against it, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

“How was the market, darlin’?” She asks, watching you jump down from the truck and pull some empty containers and your tote bag from the backseat.

“Aw it was wonderful, sugar! I wish you could’ve gone, everyone was asking where you were, had to tell ‘em my big strong girl was taking care of the farm,” You tell her, handing her a bag of goods you no doubt traded for at the market. She could already see a few wrapped up pieces of cheese, some bread, and more jams sitting in your bags. The sound of your voice melts her anxiety away, doing a quick scan of your body to make sure you weren’t hurt or nothing.

“Yeah? Mm, I’m sure they were all glad to see you, sweets,” She murmured, leaning in to kiss you before you shoved another bag into her arms. “Did our stand not sell today? What’s with all the bags?”

“Actually, we sold everything. All of this is from stuff I bought, traded for, or got gifted from people who thought you were out sick. Hope you like soup, because I just got two months worth of bullion from Nina,” You chide, pressing one last kiss to Sevika’s cheek before bounding up the steps into the farmhouse.

She follows you, watching the movement of your body as you walk to the kitchen. The softness of your hips, your thighs, your tummy, all visible in the little overall shorts you wore to market, made something in her chest want to reach out to you, pull you into her and never let go.

“She really didn’t have to do that, I’m not sick.”

“Yeah, well, I told them that but they just wouldn’t listen. But hey, at least we got some food out of it? And don’t worry, I’m gonna make everyone some pastries as a thank you,” You rattle off as you put all the goods away, flitting around the kitchen as Sevika hands you items from the bags. You fill her in on the rest of your day, from the sweet lil kid who bought a strawberry croissant from you to the definitely gay ‘best friends’ who loved visiting your stall every Saturday. Sevika listened, watching you and letting all the anxiety ease out of her body, but there was still something in her that needed to take care of you, make sure you were okay.

She waited until y’all had eaten dinner to act on those urges. Somehow, she’d managed to convince you to shower with her, desperate to get her hands on you.

“Hop in baby, I’ll be there in a second,” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead after she helped you undress, running her rough hands down your soft curves, squeezing at the fat of your hips. You let out a needy hum, whispering out a soft ‘ok’ and climbing into the shower, letting the hot water flow over you.

Sevika watched you for a second before yanking off her clothes, dirty from the day, sighing at the relief of having them off her body. Her skin felt sticky, dirty, and she needed a shower with her girl to fix that.

She slipped into the shower behind you, shifting until she was under the shower head and you were facing her tits. She sees you get flustered, smirking when you snap your eyes up to look at her.

“Hey there,” You whisper, already sounding like her needy girl. Sevika smirks at you, rubbing at your plush hips and kissing you, huffing at the whines you let out against her. When she pulls away, it’s with a string of spit connecting your lips and a hushed whisper.

“Mmm, calm down darlin’, we gotta get clean first.”

You pout, but agree. As you wash her hair and scrub each other down, Sevika is merciless with her teasing. It’s not mean, no, just incredibly touchy and needy and gentle. Her rough hands cupping your breasts and grazing your nipples to clean them, sliding down your waist and over your thighs, kneading at your ass, your tummy, truly whatever she can get her hands on. By the time you two were done, you were dripping down your thighs.

Sevika is silent, thinking, as she leads you to the bedroom. With a soft kiss to your knuckles, she guides you onto the plush bed, letting you sit in the middle. When you go to lay down, she holds out a hand and stops you.

“Don’t, I wanna try something different,” She murmurs, grabbing lube from the dresser and setting any toys you might want on the bedside table. You nod, patiently waiting for her to get on the bed. She passes you a soft towel to place beneath you, climbing onto the bed and helping you lay it out. Once it’s all settled, Sevika sits in front of you, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“What’s wrong, honey? You know you can tell me anything,” You say, reaching out for her hand. Sevika lets you intertwine your fingers, the point of contact grounding her. She was worried, all day. She knew you would be okay but she worried anyways, and now she felt almost silly for it. Like she needs to apologize. She knows you would never see it like that, but a part of her felt controlling, ugly, for being so worried.

“I’m sorry I was so worked up this mornin’,” She says, making shaky eye contact.

“Sevika, it’s okay. I know you just want me safe,” You murmur, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

When she speaks, her voice is quiet, meek. She’s beating herself up over something inconsequential, but you know it’s because she’s scared. “I do, but I should be better at trusting you to do things on your own.”

“Mm, yes, but we can work on that. I had fun today, and I knew I had my girl back home waiting for me, what more could I ask for?” You hum, crawling forward and pressing a kiss to Sevika’s lips, caressing her warm cheek. You’re soft with her, but you want to grab her by the shoulders and scream how much you love her, how much you need her and want her and love how she worries over you, but you stay gentle. You press soft kisses to her cheeks, feeling her grow warm, smiling when her free hands slides up to your hip, massaging the fat.

“Can I apologize, fully? I did mean it when I said I wanna try something,” She mumbles against you, pressing your foreheads together and looking into your eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize, but how could I ever say no to an offer like that? What is it you wanna try, Vika?”

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. “I wanna try scissoring. Or, uh, tribbing? Still not sure what it’s actually called.”

“Oh. I’ve, um, I’ve never done that but I’m down to try,” You stutter out, heart racing at the idea.

Sevika smiles, kissing you again before starting to maneuver you so that you’re both sitting up, one of your thighs over one of hers, and vice versa, cunts almost pressed against each other. She reaches back for the lube, drizzling some over your pussy and inner thighs, doing the same to her own. You’re watching her, hungry, certain that you’re dripping down your thighs all the same.

You nearly whine when Sevika starts spreading the lube over you, rubbing your inner thighs and your mound before trailing down and toying with your swollen clit. Your head tips back, whining out a soft “Fuck, Vika, please.”

“I know, oh I know sugar, just be patient,” She hums, pressing your clit a little rougher before spreading the lube around her own center. The brush of her calloused fingers against her clit makes her twitch, so unbelievably needy for her girl, but she resists. Once she deems you both sufficiently warmed up, Sevika places one hand on your hip, tugging you forward until your cunts meet.

And god, the warmth makes her head spin. It’s all so warm and wet, she can feel the slick heat emanating from you. And you’re so soft, the fat of your thighs and your pussy pressing into her, driving her insane. Sevika moans, unable to hear anything but your whimpers and, when she starts moving, the nasty slick noises from between your legs.

“Fu-fuck, Jesus Christ, honey,” She groans, grinding against you and feeling her clit pushing against your wet pussy. She can just feel your clit, hard and needy, pressing into her. It’s turning her into a fucking mess, the way your grinding into her and whining, soft body jiggling with each thrust. The movement of your chest makes her mouth water, wanting desperately to suck on your nipples.

You’re not much better, already trying to hold back an orgasm. The way Sevika’s hair is grinding against your clit makes you whimper, your needy hole clenching against her. She looks gorgeous, her tits bouncing and her dark nipples looking unbelievably good. You wanna bite them, suck on them and hear her whine for you. The thought only serves to make you grind against her harder.

“Feels – fuck– feels so fucking good baby,” You huff, one hand reaching out to rub at Sevika’s abs and tits. Sevika grunts, grinding harder and getting frustrated that you weren’t close enough.

She reaches out, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer, choking out a moan at the contact. Somehow, it’s even hotter and wetter, the tight slide of your cunts making her head fuzzy. She’s pulling you into her with every grind of her hips, grunting as she does and driving you insane. There’s little you can do but whine and scramble for her, grinding against her and crying.

You’re basically sitting in her lap, having let her sit up with her legs folded under her to better pull you into her. You’re close enough to kiss her now, close enough to suck on her nipples. You bite one and she whimpers, pulling you into her even harder and tilting your head up with her free hand. She pulls you into a kiss, tears welling up at the feel of your soft pussy grinding against her clit so well. It’s all so intense, you well Sevika completely take over as you feel yourself getting closer.

She’s giving you deep thrusts, grinding as if she was wearing her strap, making you leak all over her. “Vika, baby, ‘m close – fuck – ‘m so close.”

Your gasping whines make her shake, pulling you into another kiss and grinding harder and harder until she feels the knot burst, tugging you into a hug and holding your entire body as she quakes. She feels you cum against her, trembling in her hold as she grunts, gasping for air as her orgasm rips through her.

You feel like you’re on fire, cunt leaking and clenching against Sevika’s pussy, clit throbbing. It’s divine, what Sevika does to you, and this orgasm is proof.

As you come down, you two are panting, holding each other and placing little kisses wherever you can. Sevika lets you down slowly, laying you against the bed and sidling up next to you, laying on her side and trailing one gentle hand up your tummy.

“How was that, sugar?” She asks, tone teasing and loving all the same. You giggle, turning onto your side to look at her and press a kiss to her nose.

“We gotta do that more often,” You mumble, pressing kisses to her lips, feeling her hands grip onto your hips and slowly making you straddle her.

“Mmm, how about we try a different position this time, then?” She murmurs, voice deep and low and needy. You smile, slotting your pussies against each other for round two.

#arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika smut #sevika x reader smut #arcane sevika smut

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retrievablememories · 1 year

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lady cab driver | seulgi (m)

pairing: chauffeur!seulgi x celebrity!fem!reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k warnings: car sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight power play? (employee-boss dynamic) a/n: don’t let me listen to prince songs past 12 a.m. or this is what happens. also, hurray for the first (completed) gay fic on this blog despite my years of posting...how embarrazzing. this was fun to write

sequel to this fic is here!

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you don’t know how you’ve currently found yourself crawling between the legs of your attractive new chauffeur in the backseat of a limousine, both your clothes disheveled and hair already out of place.

or maybe you do know. all of her flirting and subtle moves over the past few months have paid off, surely, for the both of you. the way she smirks at you now as you peel up the hem of the pencil skirt that fits her so perfectly, exposing her underwear, says it all.

her chauffeur's hat has long slipped off, landing somewhere on the floor for the both of you to forget until your tryst is over. the first few buttons of her blouse are loose and bare the cleavage underneath. her blazer still hangs off one arm, forgotten in the middle of your earlier make-out. you had thought of the whole chauffeur getup as a bit silly and on-the-nose when you first hired seulgi. your past drivers hadn’t bothered with the formality of a uniform, instead wearing whatever business casual clothes they desired. but, seulgi seemed to know what effect this uniform had on women—including you—if the glowing praises from the other stars she’d driven around said anything, and so it stayed.

it all began about a half-hour earlier, with a fairly simple statement.

“if you’re often lonely, i’m more than happy to provide you with any company you desire,” seulgi says. you stare at the back of the headrest as if that will make her see you, and when it doesn’t, you look right into the rearview mirror, but she keeps her eyes on the road. convenient for your safety, but annoying in every other way.

“do you think i’m lonely?” you ask, unsure whether you should feel offended. you’d made an off-hand comment about your frustration of not knowing who to take as a plus-one to an upcoming event, but you didn’t think it would inspire this reply. plus, you’re pretty sure this statement couldn’t be considered professional—though you could guess many of your past interactions with seulgi weren’t exactly professional either, with the barely-veiled flirting.

“you seem lonely, if you’ll forgive me for mentioning. i’ve noticed there are always other people accompanying you on your rides, but you don’t seem very moved or engaged by them.”

you sit back further against the cushy seat, like it could envelop you and shield you from view if you simply tried hard enough. “i don’t know.” you shrug. “i don’t care. i just don’t like being bothered much. i interact with people daily because i have to. nothing else to it.” seulgi hums and nods to your answer, apparently not going to push her assertion—which is fine with you. you are relieved to have quickly shut down that line of conversation because you aren’t in the mood to be psychoanalyzed today, but something inside of you is still curious. “but what kind of company are you offering, anyway, that would be different from theirs?”

“any kind you’d like. the way we’re talking right now and have been doing for months now, if that’s all you need. or anything else.” her eyes flick to the rearview mirror to look at you when she says or anything else. it’s a quick glance, but you see the rise of her cheeks as she smiles subtly, and you suddenly feel exposed.

you let a stretch of silence settle in the air between you after she says that, wondering if you want to go there—if you want to change things in this way between the two of you. a moment of cold apprehension creeps into your chest when you wonder if maybe you’re misinterpreting her meaning, but there have just been too many signs to say otherwise. the gentle way she holds your hand when she helps you out of the car, how her palm settles on your lower back to steady you when you’re balancing in those wretched high heels, the knowing glance she gives when she catches you watching her adjust her hat or the collar of her blouse in the limo’s mirrors.

“anything…else?”

“you’re the boss here, aren’t you? i merely do what you ask of me,” seulgi replies, her voice low, the words delivered emphatically.

that simple statement makes you throb, your crossed legs tensing. the promise of seulgi letting you take control of the situation… surely, over these past few months, she’s picked up on your need for having control of everything all the time. which is often framed as a major character flaw by most, but you don’t really care as long as you’re getting what you want.

you’ll be arriving back home soon, and you feel like you’ll miss your chance if you don’t respond now. If you don’t—she’ll just let you out of the car, letting her hand linger the slightest moment in yours, and you’ll go inside your big empty house, slumping onto your bed and fishing your vibrator out of your drawer once again. perhaps there will be other chances later, but this one feels like it needs to be grasped immediately.

finally, you unglue yourself from the seat, shuffling forward so you can look through the window where the partition would otherwise be raised. you lean your arms against the seat backrest and try to sound casual.

“stop the limousine, please.”

seulgi is silent for a beat, then says, “anywhere?” like she’s trying to hold back a smile you can practically hear in her voice.

“anywhere.” then you consider this. the car has blackout windows, so it shouldn’t matter, but… “okay, maybe look for a back street or something?”

back street secured, engine cut off, legs spread. you look up at seulgi with her body sprawled across the seat where you were just sitting, legs askew and face painted with anticipation. you laugh quietly at the blended stain of your brown lipstick and her own red shade on her lips; your mouth must look similar. her eyebrows furrow intensely as she watches you press more kisses up her inner thighs, leaving stark traces of lipstick on her flushed skin.

“i’ll admit, this wasn’t quite how i imagined it happening,” she says, voice already a little breathless and catching on certain words.

“how did you imagine it, then?” you ask, pressing yourself closer between where her thighs meet and pushing a thumb against the dampened seat of her underwear. you rub your thumb slowly over her clit, eliciting a low exhale from her.

“that i’d be doing all the work of pleasing you. which i still wouldn’t mind, you know.”

“what a cute way to say you’re eager to taste me, but you can have that later,” you reply, circling the pad of your thumb steadily. “right now this is how i want to solve my loneliness, since you’re so concerned about it.”

“i only want to…” her voice trails into a low moan, her body slouching when you push her underwear to the side to make room for your fingers and mouth. you delicately spread her open with one hand while pressing your mouth against the throbbing bud in a kiss. “...make you happy.”

you feel one of seulgi’s hands slide across your back, which is freely exposed to her touch from the barely-there halter top you’re wearing. the sensation sends a shiver up your spine as you push your tongue against her entrance, only teasing and not entering.

you want to ask her why, but you’re unwilling to separate your mouth from the warm and inviting space between her legs to do so. that may also be too much emotion for what’s supposed to be a quick and dirty fuck in the back of a limo, so you let the question rest and focus on finally slipping a finger into her, ears perking up at the gasp that follows. smirking at the sound of it, you allow your tongue to circle around her clit a few times before you pull your finger back out, and seulgi’s hand stills on your back.

“why’d you stop?” she asks, and it sounds like her voice is edging into petulance but she’s trying very hard to keep it from reaching that destination. you shift away, and your hands go to her hips so you can hurriedly pull her underwear down, leaving it in the growing array of strewn clothes on the floor.

“better access,” you mumble, pulling her closer by the hips and putting her legs firmly over your shoulders. her moans bounce off the interior of the limo when you bury your face back in between her thighs, pressing your tongue flat against her clit and using your finger to search for the spot that will make her scream.

you know you’ve found it when her thighs tense and twitch around your head, her voice pitching up in a new way you haven’t heard yet. you crook your finger into that area a few more times to recreate that sound, smiling to yourself at how easy it is to get a reaction. then you slide in another finger to intensify the effect, still suckling her clit all the while like it’s a sweet little candy made just for you.

“oh–y/n–” she lets out another quavering, desperate moan before biting the sleeve of her shirt, seemingly remembering you’re still technically in public and not wanting to make too much noise.

with your free hand you tug the sleeve away, stopping your actions on her increasingly sensitive core to speak. “no one’s around to hear,” you murmur, “and if they do, it doesn’t matter.”

she makes a sound that’s something like a scoff or a whine but doesn’t attempt to cover her mouth again. rather than being preoccupied with quieting herself, other things are busy calling for her attention, like the mounting tension throughout her body. the restlessness of her legs increases as she nears the precipice, and you must go back to trying to hold at least one of her legs still while your other hand asks her for more with the hurried strokes of your fingers stimulating her g-spot.

her head lolls back onto the seat and her body tightens even more, and you feel an abrupt shiver of pain from her nails raking your back—not enough to be injurious, but enough to make their sharpness known. you watch every one of her reactions, both miniscule and overt, as that glorious electricity running through her expands until it can no longer be contained, and you feel a sudden sense of pride that you’re the one responsible for it all.

she comes with a moan that, if someone were to ask you later, sounds like the personification of “overjoyed.” it’s pure pleasure concentrated in the form of her voice, and it provokes the heat between your own legs, but you ignore that to guide her through her orgasm. you continue kissing her lower lips sweetly and fingering that spot as she comes in your mouth, her hands grasping onto you for dear life and her thighs posing the continuous threat of closing entirely around your head.

it ends when seulgi cries out that she can’t take anymore and you finally pull away from her, easing up your tight hold on her leg and sliding your fingers out of her. you’re satisfied, especially when you study her wetness sticking to your fingers and subsequently suck it off, but you’re already beginning to miss the experience.

seulgi presses her hand against the window to steady herself, her chest heaving as she tries to stabilize her breaths. you sit back on your heels, your hands trailing away from her thighs, and push back some misplaced strands of your hair. you know your silk press must already be sweated out by now. “did you enjoy the ride?” you ask. you scoff at your own silly joke, rolling your eyes when you realize how corny it sounds as soon as it’s said.

seulgi sits up and places her hands on your shoulders for balance, pressing her lips on yours in the next second. you readily accept her kiss, your tongue slipping against hers as she tastes herself on you. your embrace deepens as her hand settles on your neck, the other hand finding itself at the back of your halter top and finally pulling the strings holding it together apart.

when she separates from you, her hand still on your nape and her lips a pale pink from the mere memory of her red lipstick, she says, “i’d tell you yes, but it’s not over yet.”

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dromedawrites · 1 year

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MTMTE Ratchet, Drift, Rodimus, and Megatron helping you recover from top surgery.

Reader is transgender (ftm/ftn). Any pronouns are neutral. You can interpret this as romantic or platonic, though I drifted more romantic for some interactions. I might do more characters later!

(Also not super important but I like to think reader has some way of ‘mass shifting’ themselves on on the LL so they are not a tiny creature running around, unless you like that, lol.)

Crack/Fluff!!

Ratchet:

He did his homework. He knows so much about the procedure by now that he could have done it himself.

What he doesn’t understand is why such a life-saving surgery is so bloody expensive.

No, seriously, why did it cost you 10,000 dollars? Do humans not have healthcare?

He would have done it for free, because he cares about you, but Ratchet understands it’s best you’re surrounded by human doctors in case something goes awry.

Ratchet is PREPARED when you come back disoriented and sore. He’s got a private room in his med-bay ready just for you.

It has everything; dry hair shampoo, oversized clothing, powdered deodorant, wedge/pregnancy pillows… so much.

He even has extra medication for you just in case.

Don’t ask how he got a hold of all of this. (It might have involved some stealing.)

He is incredibly gentle when he helps you. You feel so much better after he checks in on you.

Ratchet can’t believe how brave you are. Despite the pain you know you were going to go through, you still chose this. The right, albeit difficult, choice.

He’s proud.

Drift:

He would have helped you pay for the procedure if he could. 10k in human currency is nothing to him.

Drift could’ve been your gender-affirming alien sugar daddy.

You told him that they wouldn’t accept any type of alien money.

They might think it’s cryptocurrency.

Drift didn’t quite understand how invasive the surgery was until Ratchet explained it to him.

His jaw drops. He can’t believe how fucking strong you are.

Drift intensely empathizes with the pain. He’s had some life-threatening injuries with recoveries just as long.

He doesn’t think any of them come close to this though. Humans are a hundred times more fragile and you’re CHOOSING this?

He gives a lots of forehead kisses. You actually think it speeds the process. (You’re just gay.)

You have Ratchet, but Drift is like a second nurse whenever he visits. Which is often.

And of course, there are the mandatory healing crystals he leaves beside your medberth.

They’re pretty. They help distract you.

Plus, he leaves the best ‘Get Better’ notes.

Rodimus:

When you tell him you are getting surgery he panics a little. He doesn’t want his best friend to die!

He asks if you have cancer.

You have to calm him down and explain the TYPE of surgery you are gonna get.

He immediately relaxes, and when you ask why he thought you might have cancer he shrugs.

Rodimus has no idea what cancer is.

But he’s super happy for you!!!

He does his own ‘research’ (aka, just ask Ratchet) and has the same reaction as Drift.

There is so much bravery inside such a tiny human!!

You might also be the entire reason why the Lost Light is staying on Earth for a few months.

Which actually is not so bad. Some bots are happy to be on Earth again.

The government isn’t so happy about it, but it works itself out.

Rodimus may or may not have told them why they are here.

You get a congratulations note from the fucking President later and you are so confused???

He loves to help you reach for stuff on shelves now. It’s been weeks now and he is still doing it.

Flameboy misses cuddling with you until you are well enough again.

But then you have a giant 4 hour napping session with him once you are.

It was worth the wait.

Megatron:

Megatron is angry once he hears how much you had to pay for such an important procedure.

He wants to speak to the president.

He lets you vent about how cruddy trans healthcare is, in general, all over the world. It’s not much better anywhere else.

Instead of Rodimus he actually does research.

The concept of ‘gender’ has always left a somewhat bitter taste on his glossa, but he’d be lying if he didn’t find the literature of queer folk interesting.

Megatron is now a gender abolitionist and trans activist.

He gives you a giant, sappy hug before you leave.

When you get back he’s upset he can’t give you the physical comfort you look like you need.

He is very patient though.

If it’s not Ratchet doing it, he makes sure you are taking your meds on time.

Despite his squeamishness when it comes to some functions of the human body he insists on helping you clean yourself.

He wants to keep you as comfortable as possible. (And not stinky. No offense. He loves you.)

Megatron is proud. Look at you. Even during recovery you seem happier.

He’s definitely not writing poetry about it. (He’s already written three by the time you fully recover.)

You get another cuddle session from Megatron once you’re ready for it.

Megatron is secretly a giant teddy bear.

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babygirl-riley · 9 months

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Hardcore Bangers*

You have been best friends with Simon Riley for years now. You didn’t know that he was singing up for the military. Once he tells you both you listen to both of yours favorite band, leading into some tension you both needed solve.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, blow jobs, hand jobs, smoking, and non established relationship

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Both you and Simon had been friends for quite some time. Ever since the 6th grade, you both were now in your last year of high school. You have seen all sorts of colors of Simon, from his laughter of the stupid shit you two would do, to him crying from what his father had done to him. You hated his father, you told him when you held him that both Simon and you would leave this place. He would just nod and not say anything.

Today was on of those days that he came over throwing his bag across your room. He rarely cried at this point, just was angry all the time. Which to be fair you would be too, he tells you all the time that he was jealous about your family, how they were so happy.

“Ya know we could just leave.” He said as you both listened to the Metallica song playing in the background.

You scoffed as you drew on your paper pad. “Leave? To where Simon?”

Simon strolled to you plopping himself on the bed. “Anywhere y/n, anywhere but here.”

Simon was a big dude for the grade that you all were in. He started to hit the gym the older he got. Getting himself big and hell considered playing for the local football team. So watching your bed mold with him as he laid down wasn’t a surprise however, the way your bed squeaked made you feel odd.

Lately your feelings towards Simon was developing into something bigger, not just friends but something else. Which scared you cause at this time, gay wasn’t really the trend. You didn’t know how Simon would feel about you liking him that way let alone any other man. So every time you felt something come up you pushed it down, usually hide it well.

Simon looked over at you as your face went bright red. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think it would be smart, I mean what about school?” You stated trying to move pass it.

Simon scoffed looking away up to the ceiling. “You care too much about school,” He paused. “We can go after, once we throw our dumb caps up we can head away.”

“What about your mom or brother.” You said trying to think logical of the situation.

Simon paused thinking, you could tell at least. “They can stay with pops.”

You went quiet knowing that the night before Simon was beaten, you could tell by the fresh new bruise on his face. Simon told you it was just him rough housing with Tommy but you knew better. “Why me?” You asked not thinking about the question.

It didn’t come out rude, no more of finding the answer. Simon sat up and looked at you. You stopped doodling and looked back at him. You both sat there just staring at each other, you tried to look through his eyes to see what he was thinking. “Why does it matter?” He asked almost whispering.

You glared for a moment before chuckling. “I mean you could ask the girl you’ve been walking around with at school.” That came out harsh.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Beatrice,” He stood up at that point. “That’s nothing, plus you’re my mate, so I rather take you.”

That was a couple months ago, now both of you and Simon were listening to your favorite band. While the song changes he cleared his throat and turned it down. “Hey,” You turned to him from your desk having your attention. “I have to say somethin’.”

You turned your chair fully towards him. “Yeah?”

Simon sat there on your bed for a moment looking at you. He looked like he would have dropped dead or wanted to. Simon’s leg bounced before he inhaled deeply. “I signed up for the military,” It went deadly quiet. Military? You blinked blankly at him. He sighed before standing. “I don’t want to be here anymore. The best thing is to go and fight ya?”

“And get yourself killed?” You snapped turning the chair away from him. “Sounds suicidal.”

Simon scoffed. “Come on y/n,” You heard his eyes roll. “It’s basically suicide staying here.”

You knew deep down he was right but fuck it made you so angry. You would have left with him, just school, your family. “I would have left with you.” You mumbled.

Simon sighed again, you heard his steps come behind you before turning you to him. “I’m sorry mate, I knew you would have but it’s a now solution.”

You sat there and thought for a moment before frowning. “When do you deploy?”

Simon frowned and looked away. “A week after graduation.”

You sighed before nodding. “Alright we have to make these last weeks worth it then.”

Simon nodded before laying on the bed. You turned the music up as you both jammed out to the song. It was both your favorites. One that you always played after school, during, before.

You don’t remember how you joined Simon on the bed. You felt his eyes on you, it was like a sixth sense feeling his stare. You looked over for him to be staring. “What?” You whispered.

Simon shook his head adjusting himself before moving to lean on his side. His arm supporting his head. “I wanna try somethin,” He began. “And when this happens I don’t want any thin’ to change yeah?”

You have him a confused look, he had a solid scare in his eyes. You just couldn’t pin point on what. “Okay?” You said doing the same motion.

He swallowed before nodding, his other hand grabbed your chin, with his index finger and thumb. Your eyes widened as he leaned in closer. You didn’t move, you couldn’t, all these years you dreamt of this. It was frown upon during this time, so you didn’t act on anything but here you are. About to kiss your best friend.

When he was inches from your lips, you could feel his breath hitting your lips. “I can stop.” He whispered as he looked at your eyes.

You didn’t say anything but crashed your lips to his. Simon was taken a back before he moved his lips with yours. You hummed into his mouth as both of your hands roamed each other, the music drowning the noise as your lips made noise. Simon pushed you down more into the bed as he straddled your hips, lips not leaving yours. You followed his actions playing with the hem of his shirt.

Simon groaned as he grind down into your pelvis. You felt his cock half hard and you knew damn well he felt yours. He moaned and stopped kissing you. “I-We can stop.”

You shook your head as you lifted your hips grinding back on him. His eyes rolled back and dropped his head. “I have been waiting for this Si.”

And just like that his lips went to your neck. It was like rabid teenagers (which you were.), you both ripped each others clothes off as he reached down to your cock, playing with the tip first. You moaned leaning in more, more friction.

“Needy aren’t ya,” Simon whispered his voice dropping another octave. “Didn’t know that you would be a needy one y/n.”

You glared up at his brown eyes, full of lust. You smirked. “Oh shut it,” He gripped harder and you sighed. “Please Simon do something.” You begged. BEGGED. You didn’t expect the whine that came out.

Simon chuckled. “Alright.” He kissed down your neck then your chest bitting and nipping as he went down. He licked your abdomen, staring right into your eyes. Your heart jumped more and more as he got closer and closer. Once his mouth was near your cock you held your breath. Are you both really doing this? This has to be a dream? This-

All the thoughts left as his mouth engulfed the tip of your cock, you sighed out as you watched him play with it with his tongue. You reached down to his blonde locks and rocked a small bit. “Fuck Simon.” You whispered as he hallowed his cheeks sucking more and more of you.

You never thought you would see Simon like this. Mouth full of your cock as his head bobbed up and down in a slow AGONIZING rhythm. It made you want to fuck his face, make more of a faster pace. His tongue flattened as he went up one last time before the rhythm changed. He light grabbed your balls as he set the pace.

You gasped your back arching. “Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!” You said loudly bucking your hips up. His large arm snacked around your hips and he snapped you back down.

The noises were god amazing, anything you could have imagined. The ‘O’ that was made, you saw his silva and your cum mixed and it shot some fire twist that built in your stomach. You started panting hard as he moaned watching you squirm beneath him. “I’m gonna—.” You didn’t have to finished the sentence as he stopped shoving your cock down his throat. You dick twitch and your whole body felt tingly as your spurts of cum went down his throat.

You heard him growl. Growl with approval. Your body started to relax as you stared up at the ceiling. You felt him give one more suck, having you close your eyes and hiss. You felt him kiss up to you, you stared at him smiling. He smiled back kissing you. You tasted yourself on his lips.

You broke the kiss. “Mine turn.”

He froze before red plastered his face. “Uh,” You looked down and smiled. He came all over your bed. “I was rutting against you bed. Once you came I couldn’t hold back.”

You laughed as you kissed him. “There will always be next time. Right?”

Simon smirked kissing your cheek. “Well I don’t get deployed for a moment. So I think we have plenty of time. Got plenty of room to see how fast you can make me cum.”

Your face blushed and you rolled your eyes. “It’s on.”

Of course both of you would sometimes time each other to see how fast the both of you would cum faster. It was the best memories from high school that you would never forget. You may have never saw him again, even after he came back. However you’ll never forget your first time with Simon Riley.

#Spotify #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #cod mw22 #call of duty mw2 #ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley m!reader

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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Heartbeat was a masterpiece loved it really ! Could you do a Robin x femreader with prompt 41 and 50 where maybe they are close friends but naturally act as a couple but reader is very pretty and Robin thinks she likes steve ? thanks love !

Lost in Translation - Robin Buckley

Summary: Robin Buckley had been your co-worker and friend for over a year. Too bad you wanted her as so much more.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of blood and injury

a/n: i am god and thus i’m changing the timeline to suit my own selfish needs. this takes place while working at scoops ahoy and steve knows robin is gay and events happen in this order because i said so

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If someone had told you a year ago that you would be hopelessly in love with your beautiful, strawberry blonde co-worker who you spent most of your time with?

Yeah, you’d probably believe them.

There was just something about Robin that made your heart do somersaults whenever she looked at you for a split second too long. It was the way that you felt when she held your hand when she was excited or scared, and no matter how much you pretended that it didn’t matter, you heart broke every time she let go. The way she threw her head back when she laughed at something you said, making you wish you could be the one to make her laugh for the rest of your life.

You supposed you could, but not in the way you wanted. Not in the way your heart ached for.

“I don’t get it,” Steve said, restocking the candy on the counter. “You both so clearly like each other.”

“Steve,” you said, placing the last of the cones on the shelf. “You know that I appreciate your well-meaning, but often wrong insights. This just so happens to be one of these times.”

Steve scoffed. “I’m never wrong.”

You raised a brow.

“OK, fine. But I’m not wrong about this.”

You sighed and walked back to the counter, dipping your hand into one of the candy jars. “It doesn’t matter, Steve. I’ve been trying to ask her out for months and every single time, something goes wrong. Plus, she very clearly likes Vickie.”

“Oh, come on. She’s only trying to be into Vickie because she doesn’t think you’ll give her the time of day.”

“Whatever you think, Steve.” You grabbed another piece of candy, but Steve grabbed your hand before you could.

“Stop eating the candy.”

“I can do what I want,” you said, reaching into the jar with your other hand.

Steve grabbed it as well and said, “I’m serious.”

“I actually don’t care.”

“You will when you get fired. And who’s losing out then, huh? You won’t be able to sit around and ogle Robin all day. ‘Oh, Robin, can you help me with this? Oh, Robin, you’re so amazing,’” he teased, his voice rising to imitate yours.

Your face scrunched up in disgust. “I don’t sound like that. And I—”

You were cut off when Robin breezed into the store. “Hey guys, what are you—” She stopped short when she spotted you, staring at the two of you. You quickly realized that Steve still had your hands and you pulled them away fast, heat rising to your cheeks.

Robin looked just as great as she normally did, her oversized jacket practically swallowing her. Your heart did one of those somersaults when you noticed that she had tacked the pin you had gotten her for her birthday to the pocket on the front.

You had brought it for her when the two of you had gone to the market one Sunday morning. She had admired it from afar as you two walked, but you made sure to note the stall, and after a well-timed bathroom break excuse, you circled back and bought it.

It was simple, not much, but she had squealed when you gifted it to her a few weeks ago. You’d had no idea what she would use it for, but now you did, and something in your chest warmed at the sight of it.

“Hey, Robin,” you said.

She glanced between the two of you for another second before shaking her head and saying, “Hey, I was going to ask what you were doing tonight?”

You tried to keep your smile casual. “Uh, I’m not busy. Steve?” You shot him a look that said, You’re busy tonight, but he didn’t catch it.

“Yeah, I’m free.”

You wanted to slam your head through the wall.

“How can you speak all these languages again?” you asked from where you were leaning on the wall, watching her try and decode the Russian transmission that Dustin had brought to Steve.

“I’m just so incredibly amazing,” she replied, writing another letter on the whiteboard.

She wasn’t wrong. You were in awe as she translated an entire message from a language that she didn’t even speak. She was amazing.

“You’re not wrong,” you said, the corners of your mouth turning up when you noticed the slight flush to her cheeks.

It was hot outside, you tried to rationalize. It was the middle of summer, of course she’d be flushed. It didn’t stop the joy that sparked at the thought that you might have caused it.

A sudden bout of confidence rushed through you, and your leg bounced. “What are you doing this weekend?” You tried to stay casual. You were casual. So casual.

She paused, just for a split second. “I don’t think I’m doing anything,” she said, not turning to you.

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Cool.”

Now, you thought. Now was the perfect time to ask her. And if she said no, then there were no one there to witness the murder of your heart at point blank range.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her back as you chewed your lip. You were really about to do this.

You could do this.

“Did you want to—”

The doors swung open. “How are we going with the super-secret Russian code?” Steve said as he and Dustin strutted into the room like you hadn’t been just about to ask out the girl of your dreams.

“It’s a transmission, Steve,” Dustin corrected with his usual distain for Steve’s idiocy.

“Oh well, sorry.”

“I can’t believe that you’re still getting it wrong after we were just talking about it. It’s like the lights are on, but there’s nobody home. Seriously, I’m—”

You stopped listening and envisioned a bulldozer crashing straight through the store.

Everything hurt.

Your face, your ribs, your stomach. Everything.

You could feel the warm blood rushing down the side of your face from the split in your eyebrow; courtesy of one of the guard’s rings.

You hadn’t seen Robin or Steve since you and him were carted away from Robin into separate rooms for interrogation.

They had tied you down and tried to beat the answers out of you, but you could only tell them the truth, which apparently wasn’t true.

It wasn’t until a few hard punches to your stomach and ribs and a few choicely places ones to your face that they decided they’d had enough. They practically dragged you out of the room and back to where you’d come from.

You tried to hold your head up and searched for Robin and Steve, finally seeing them as the final door was pushed open.

She was leaning over Steve and shouting at the guards. If you weren’t half out of your mind, you would have been grateful that she looked relatively unharmed.

But when she saw you as you were thrown on the ground beside Steve, she practically jumped onto you.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Are you OK?”

The room was spinning, and you couldn’t seem to work out how to move your mouth.

Her hands ran over your head and the side of your body as she dropped to her knees. She turned you over more to see your face, her breath hitching when she saw the blood.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screamed at the guards, who didn’t seem to care as they spoke amongst themselves in Russian. She turned back to you. “Hey, can you hear me? I need you to say something, Y/N, please.”

Your brain was pounding in your skull, and your eyelids began to droop closed to try and block out the light.

“No, please. You’re going to be OK,” she told you. “I’m not doing this without you. Please, stay awake for me, baby. Please.”

She was crying, you realized through your haze. You hated when she cried.

You used every bit of strength in your body to open your eyes wider.

“That’s it, stay with me,” she said. But before you could even try and say anything, she was torn away from you. “Hey, let me go.”

You could only watch as she was tied to a chair, kicking at the guards. Then, Steve was dragged over to the other chair that was placed back-to-back with Robin’s. It wasn’t until guards hoisted you up onto another chair at the side of the room that you even realized you were moving. You didn’t even feel the straps that were wound around you until it pulled tight over your ribs and you groaned in pain.

You were trying your best to stay conscious, and that was the only reason you could think of as to why you weren’t in the middle of the room with your two friends. From where you were, you had a clear view of Robin and half of Steve.

That was when the Russians decided to inject the three of you with something that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie.

Nothing happened at first, but as the minutes dragged by—and an unfortunate escape attempt from Robin and Steve—you started to feel giddy. The pain was dulled to a pulsing, and you lifted your head enough to rest it against the wall behind you.

When the Russians came back into the room, you couldn’t help but notice the doctor in his sinister looking apron and white coat.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” Robin said, eyes not leaving the doctor as he pulled out a bunch of tools that looked like torture devices.

“Let’s try this again, yes?” the commander said. “Who do you work for?”

Steve huffed. “Scoops. Scoops Ahoy.” He and Robin started laughing, and you found yourself starting to giggle. It was little more than air, but it felt like you were laughing just as loud as them.

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident,” Steve laughed.

The commander spoke in Russian, and your eyes widened as the doctor picked up a pair of plyers. He moved towards Steve, but the commander cut him off.

“Her,” he said, pointing at you. His eyes went between you and Robin, and a sinking feeling opened up in your gut as he approached you.

The commander’s eyes didn’t leave Robin as the doctor grabbed your hand and began to tug at your fingernail despite you trying your best to wriggle out of the way.

“Wait! Wait!” Robin shouted. “There was a code! We heard a code!”

She visibly relaxed just a fraction as the doctor stepped away from you. You let your head drop forward as you listened to her repeat the code and then her and Steve berate the commander.

You would have been impressed by their composure and confidence if it weren’t for the fact that the three of you were drugged out of your mind.

Then, alarms went off and the pulsing in your head got louder.

And then, Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair were bursting through the doors and telling you to run. He undid Robin and Steve first, Erica coming over and untying you. “Hey little Sinclair,” you said. “You know, I think I like you more than your brother right now.”

“Normally, that kind of flattery would be much appreciated, but right now, we have to go,” she said to you, and called for Robin, who immediately started to help you up and through the tunnels to the weird cart-truck thing. The further you got, the steadier you were on your feet.

Whatever this drug was, it was giving you a seriously wicked high.

The time between getting in the elevator and getting to the cinema bathroom was a blur. You vaguely remembered Marty McFly and then drinking a shitload of water until you needed to vomit.

And now, you were curled against the tiled wall after throwing your guts up.

“OK,” Steve said. “We need to know if it’s still in our system. I’ll ask you guys a question.”

You could feel the full effects of your injuries coming back to you, and you tried to stay as still as possible, ignoring Steve and Robin as they started asking dumb questions to each other.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you good?” Robin called from across the bathroom.

“Yeah,” you managed, starting to rub your ribs to try and ease the pain. “I’m good.”

“Do you still feel loopy?”

“I’m not sure.” You weren’t sure of anything other than you would be so fucking sore in the morning.

“Answer the question I just asked.”

“What question?”

She sighed like it was the biggest deal that you hadn’t heard. “Have you ever been in love?”

You froze, stopping your motions as you just stared at the side of the stall, as if you could see all the way through it straight to her.

“Y/N?” Steve called.

You cleared your throat. “Uh, yeah, I have.” You wanted to stop. You wanted to stop your mouth moving, but it was like you had no control over the words spilling from your mouth. “I’ve been in love with the same person for over a year now. I don’t think I realized it was love at first, because we always spend so much time together. We work together and hang out outside of work, too. So, we’re always glued to each other. I’ve tried to get the courage to ask for a date, but something happens every time and I don’t get to.”

There was silence from the other stalls.

“He sounds really special,” Robin said, her voice softer, more dejected.

You swallowed. “Yeah, she is.”

It was like the room became electric as soon as the words left your mouth. There was no way to take them back, not even if you wanted to.

The silence was deafening. Your ears rang as you sat in your confession, trying desperately to keep it together.

But then there was shuffling, and Robin appeared in the doorway of your stall. She was on her knees, holding each side of the door frame to keep herself upright. And she was looking at you like you were a new person.

You didn’t say anything. She just stared at you, until a small smile broke out across her face.

Her eyes softened in a way that you hadn’t seen before as she shuffled closer to you and said, “You love me?”

“Yes,” you breathed as she got even closer.

And then she was kissing you. You froze for a second, but when her hand came up to rest on your face, you shook out of your stupor. Your own hands flew to the sides of her neck, pulling her closer until she was practically in your lap.

She accidentally leaned into your chest and you pulled away, groaning.

“I’m sorry!” she squeaked, leaning back and assessing you.

“It’s fine,” you said, letting out a sigh of relief as the pain subsided again. “I’m fine. Are you fine?”

She nodded. “I’m better than fine.” She trailed her fingers along the side of your head where you knew that the blood had left a stain on your skin. It would most likely need stitches.

“I thought you liked Steve,” she admitted shyly after a long moment of searching your face.

“Steve?” you said incredulously. “Why would I like Steve?” You heard him cough and you cringed. “No offence, Steve.”

“I don’t know! I just thought you did,” she replied, swinging her arms around.

“Robin, I spend every second I can with you because I love you. I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “For not realizing. I just never thought that you would ever feel the way I did. What kind of best friend am I?”

“One that I am hopelessly in love with.” You brushed her nose with yours as you whispered, “Baby, you’re the one for me.”

“I love you, too,” she said.

You breathed in. “Say it again.”

She grinned. “I love you.”

“Again?”

She kissed you, brushing her thumb over your chin. “I’ll be saying it for the rest of my life.”

#robin buckley x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley angst #robin buckley fluff #outerspacebisexual

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kneel-gayman · 7 months

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LADS! LADS!! LADS!!!

#crowley #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #good omens series 2 #aziracrow #good omens spoilers #neil gaiman #michael sheen #go2 #david tennant #serving #they’re not boys or lads but they are giving #energy #gay people can do whatever they want #don’t care didn’t ask plus you’re gay #don’t care didn’t ask plus i’m gay

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flinch

Ao3

WC: 1730

AN: it's not gay if he's 100 feet tall 👍

Ryuji backs away when Ren steps forward.

To anyone larger than Ryuji’s finger, it might be a subtle movement. A single step back, a shift of weight, an intangible wall sliding between him and the other party. To Ren, standing on Ryuji's counter, allegedly about to crawl into his hands, it’s as obvious as a boulder crushing one’s car.

Ren pauses. He bites his lip. He can’t think of anything else to say other than, “We don’t have to get ramen.”

“Wh—no.” Ryuji sputters. “Ramen fucks. If you’re down I'm down.”

Of course Ren’s down. It’s the first day Ren’s had this—weight lifted from his shoulders. Kamoshida's in jail. Shiho's alive. He has two friends who don’t think he’s a violent criminal, never mind that one is 20x his size. If Ren was to find camaraderie with anyone, it would be with a giant, huh?

Anyways, Ren wants to get ramen. He’s going to get ramen with the first person that didn’t look at him like he had rabies. He’s going to get ramen with the giant he might, maybe, possibly, have a tiny itty bitty crush on. Ren takes another step forward, and Ryuji leans further away, placing the width of a bridge between him and Ren.

Ren’s palms swelter. He calls up, “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Ryuji scoffs. “It’s pissing rain out there.”

It is. It was the reason Ren came to Ryuji’s house. He climbed up the carved-in ladder on the side of the cabinet, perched on an upturned coffee mug and made light conversation. Before they knew it, it was dinnertime, and Ryuji agreed he could hide in his pocket to avoid the storm.

Ryuji is currently not leting Ren in his pocket.

Ren says, praying his voice is too small to hear its tiny wobble. “Then pick me up?”

Ryuji doesn’t budge. Slowly, very slowly, he reaches out his cupped hands. Even slower, he sets them on the counter, a massive ledge for Ren’s use.

Ren steps forward. It’s a hollow victory, in how Ryuji doesn’t flinch away. He sets a hand on his thumb, it over half the length of his body.

Ryuji really is big, isn’t he?

It’s not a novel observation. It’s also not the first time Ren’s been in his hands—though that was with Ann, both clutched to his chest as Ryuji sprinted down somewhere they were not supposed to be. It was terrifying. It was the most fun Ren’s ever had in his life.

Ren steps into Ryuji’s palms, admiring the pillows of his fingers, the rock-like juts of his knuckles, the curve of his thumb—before he stops, the unmistakable feeling of being watched freezing him in place.

He cranes his neck back, only to find Ryuji staring directly at him, scrutinizing his tiny form.

Ren’s hackles threaten to rise. More prominently, he has the faint urge to back off and burry himself in his school uniform, as he does any time another student looks at him for a little too long. He swallows

down the part of him that wanted to do more than shove that businessman—he does not want to hurt Ryuji—and calls up, “I can take the train, if you want.”

Ryuji’s hands twitch. Ren clutches his thumb a little tighter, trying not to lean on it too hard. He shouldn’t, not when...

Not when Ryuji seems to be repulsed by the idea of Ren touching him.

Maybe this is it. Maybe he should end things here, before it gets too awkward. Their mission is done. What’s the point of sticking around when this is just going to turn out the same as any other “friendship”—?

“Why?” Ryuji asks, booming voice cuting off Ren’s train of thought. “Saves you the money. Plus I'm pretty sure I'm faster, dude.”

Then, why—?

Picking his words carefully, Ren asks, “Do you not hold humans often?”

“I do. Well—sometimes. I gave a guy a ride last week in Akihabara. I used to cart around Ann ‘n shit all the time.”

“Then,” Ren starts, a little bewildered. “You won’t care if I just—“

Ren propels himself into Ryuji’s hands, lifting himself on his thumbs and swinging his legs forward. He lands square in his cupped palms, kneeling in the soft flesh. Ryuji jolts like he’s been electrocuted.

Ren raises an eyebrow. Hopes it’s not too tiny to see. He’s been working on his guts, but intimidation doesn’t work if your target’s too large to even see your attempt. He tries not to feel a little helpless, siting in Ryuji’s palms, waiting for his face to turn into a familiar one of disgust, or outrage, or—

“Sorry, look, it’s just—“ Ren braces himself, but Ryuji only groans, hand twitching like he wants to reach up and scrub his face. “You’re so small. I'm worried I'm gonna—well. Accidentally hurt you.”

Ren blinks.

Ryuji continues, staring at the floor like it holds the secrets of the universe. “Especially when Kamoshida threatened you. ‘Having a talk with us’ my ass. You were at his feet, trembling ‘n shit—you looked so small. I thought he was gonna stomp on you like a bug.”

Ren furrows his brow. “He didn’t. You were the one that got me out of that.”

“I snatched you and bolted. I probably bruised you to shit. You could barely walk afterwards, I didn’t want—“

Ren understands where he’s coming from. Really, he does. Power is dangerous, especially when you’re a literal giant. If he were in Ryuji’s position, he’d be terrified of abusing it, of ending up the same as any other rotten adult.

Well. He’d abuse it a little. Just enough to keep his friends safe.

He knows Ryuji never would.

“Can you lift me up?” Ren interrupts. Ryuji’s jaw snaps shut the second he speaks. He doesn’t want to be a leader here, now, but he slips into the role nonetheless. “As slow as you want.”

After a few seconds, Ryuji does. He moves slowly, a dizzying contrast to the violent speed he snatched Ren up with when saving his life. The world moves around Ren, almost gently, leting him take in every inch of Ryuji's massive body. Ryuji stops, holding Akira up to his face.

Ryuji swallows. Ren watches his Adam's apple bob with the movement. “This good?”

“You tell me.” He doesn’t have to force the confidence in his voice. “Do you feel like you’re gonna drop me?”

“No.”

“Lose me?”

“No.”

“Crush me?”

“Hell no!”

Even to a giant, Shujin’s beloved criminal is still intimidating—just for all the wrong reasons. Ren fights a smile.

“Then you’re good.” Ren resist the urge to pat his finger, if just to feel the pulse of blood flowing through massive veins. “You’ve got me. You’re in control right now, but it’s not like you’re controlling. You’d set me down if I asked, right?”

“Of course!” Ryuji’s voice is a little loud, especially this close and vehement, but Ren bears it. He needs his friend to understand this. “But there’s tons of people who wouldn’t, dude.”

“Who cares? “ Ren shrugs. his “uncaring teenager” mask feels sloppy, but he dons it the best he can. He’s close. “You’re not one of those people. I trust you.”

“It’s not that simple!”

“Isn’t it?” Half for dramatic effect—half because holy hell Ryuji’s hands are warm—Ren kicks his feet up, going entirely limp in his palms. “You’re in control.”

There are a million things Ren wants to say. He’s relieved, of course. He’s relieved Ryuji doesn’t hate him —but that feels too pathetic to verbalize. What else can he say? We’ll work through this, together? Or I know people are shit, but you got me, okay? Or everyone else was wrong, you shine brighter than the goddamn sun?

He stares up at Ryuji a little too long. Red dusts his cheeks. Ryuji raises an eyebrow. He finishes, weakly, too focused on his thudding heart, “Whatever you don’t want to happen, you can make sure it doesn’t. You—you’ve got my back, uh, dude. Just like I have yours.”

While progress in that he touches him at all, Ryuji’s thumb is still hesitant when it prods Ren’s side. It also does nothing to stop the flutter in Ren’s heart from ceasing. “Hey, man, you good?”

God, Ren’s hopeless.

He nods, switching his tune as fast as he can, “Just thinking of all the ramen I’m gonna steal from you.”

He spares a glance up at Ryuji. His expression is open. Innocent like a puppy’s. “You can have all you want, dude. I’m not gonna notice it.”

“No, here’s the thing. I’m gonna crawl on it. I’m gonna swim in that broth. You said the place was good, right? I want those noodles all to myself.”

“Uh—”

“And.” Ren smirks, gesticulating. Ryuji’s eyes follow the movement closely. “I’m gonna be all wet, because I had to walk on the sidewalk. In the rain. So dirty. I’m gonna ruin those noodles for you before you can take a single bite.”

It takes a second, before Ryuji’s face finally splits into a cheeky smile. He’s not the quickest with bits, but Ren can give him a break. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would,” Ren purrs, leaning forward, enough so Ryuji can hear his next murmur. “I guess you’re gonna have to stop me.”

Ryuji moves, dropping him into his pocket with a slight smile. Even looking straight up, his face looming over the tiny gap in his pocket, that smile is like the sun.

“Sorry,” he mutters. Ren feels a finger brush his side through the fabric, gentle like a summer breeze. “That was rough. You good?”

“Fine.” Ren grins. “You’ll have to try harder than that to stop me, Skull.”

Ryuji snorts. The weight of the finger grows, until Ryuji’s hand cups him through the fabric. “Guess I'll just haveta keep you here until we get there, Joker.”

Yes, finally—what Ren means is that the warmth of Ryuji’s chest and the soft, steady thrum of his heartbeat totally aren't relaxing his limbs into puddy. Definitely not. This wasn’t his grand plan at all—

Well, fine. He’s a little gay. Mostly, he’s just...

Ren's happy that Ryuji’s finally found his footing, when he knows untangling his own feelings won’t be a fraction as simple.

Ren swallows down his feelings, and calls up, “Then let me know when we arrive.”

#persona 5 g/t #p5 g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fanfiction #my writing

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agaypanic · 7 months

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I loved your Malcom x male reader story! Would it be possible for another? Maybe he’s a new neighbour or an exchange student from England or something? Go wild!

The New Neighbor (Malcolm Wilkerson X Male!Reader)

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Summary: When Malcolm sees a new family moving in next door, he’s ecstatic for a clean slate. But a clean slate isn’t the only thing Malcolm’s getting from you.

A/N: im sorry but i did in fact not go wild, this feels pretty bland tbh lmk if yall would want a second part, i just cant think of a way to continue this rn :/

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It wasn’t every day you got a new neighbor. Most people wouldn’t think much of it; maybe send over some kind of baked goods if they were feeling nice.

But for the Wilkerson family, new neighbors meant new chances. They didn’t exactly have the best reputation in the neighborhood, mainly because of all the boys’ crazed antics. The family just had to make sure they got to the newcomers before anyone else in the neighborhood.

“Hi, can I help you?” You sounded exhausted, probably because you kept walking back and forth, unloading heavy ass boxes. Your parents were starting their new jobs today, but you didn’t start school until next Monday. So you decided to do a bit of unpacking when a boy about your age popped up on your lawn.

“I, uh, I was just coming back from school, and I noticed you weren’t there.” He scratched the back of his head, and you set down the box you were ready to carry inside. Realizing that what he said sounded a bit stalker-like, the boy adjusted his backpack straps and stood up slightly straighter. “Sorry, I don’t mean that in a weird way. I’m Malcolm, by the way. I’m your neighbor.” He pointed to your right, to a house and lawn that definitely stood out from the rest of the block.

“Oh! Yeah, I think I saw you and your brothers yesterday.” You walked down the lawn to get close enough to hold your hand out to Malcolm. “I’m Y/n. I’m starting school on Monday.”

He shook your hand, giving you a polite but somewhat nervous smile. Why he seemed nervous, you had no clue.

“Do you need, like, any help with this?” The two of you looked around your lawn. The movers your parents hired didn’t really care about putting the boxes in the rooms they were labeled for, or the house itself, for that matter. You were lucky it didn’t rain.

“If you don’t mind.”

Having Malcolm around turned out to be a lifesaver. He may have looked like a string bean, but you got the rest of the boxes in the house and in their respective rooms faster with him than you could have by yourself. Plus, he was able to unpack some of the stuff with you, which led to multiple conversations about different things that you apparently had in common.

“So why did you have to move?” Malcolm asked, flipping through one of your comic books.

“Parents got new jobs. Better pay, better school district, hopefully better people.”

“Did everyone at your old school suck?” You laughed lightly, sitting on your bed next to him. He closed the book, thumb between the pages to save his place, and looked at you.

“You could say that. Heard California’s more liberal than where we’re from, so there’s that, I guess.” You leaned back until your back hit the mattress, and Malcolm did the same. You both looked up at the ceiling.

“Why would that matter?” He asked. You took a deep inhale, and Malcolm panicked. “You don’t have to tell me. You know, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine.” You said before he could go into a fast-paced tangent. “It’s cool. Um, where I’m from, people aren’t really too fond of… They don’t like gay people that much.” There were a few beats of silence, and you panicked. What was wrong with you? You just met this guy, and here you were, telling him everything about your life.

“So… you’re gay?” Malcolm asked, fiddling with his flannel.

“Enough to not like me.”

“Well, a lot of people don’t like me or my family. They think we’re kinda crazy or something.” You laughed. From your interactions so far, Malcolm seemed pretty normal.

“I guess that if I get outcasted again, I have at least one person to hang out with.” You turned your head to see Malcolm already looking at you. You both smiled lightly at each other, as if in agreeance.

After a bit more chatting, you realized how late it was getting. You walked Malcolm out the front door and to the sidewalk. Before you could wave each other goodbye, you decided to bite the bullet.

“Hey, Malcolm?” He raised his brows, waiting for you to continue. You kicked invisible rocks, calming your growing nerves. Why you were nervous, you had no idea. “Do you wanna hang out sometime? You’re the only person I know right now, and you seem pretty cool.” Malcolm nodded almost immediately.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome! How does tomorrow sound? I can show you around town and stuff.”

You grinned, nervousness washed away by Malcolm’s excitement.

“Sounds good to me. I can give you my number if you want; we can work out a time or something.” He nodded, so you held up a finger, signaling for him to stay and wait, and ran back into the house. You came out a few seconds later with a sharpie. “Roll up your sleeve.” Malcolm tilted his head questioningly but did it anyway. “Couldn’t find any paper.” You elaborated as you scribbled your number on his arm. You capped the marker and started to back away towards your house. “Text me.”

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#agaypanic #malcolm wilkerson x male reader #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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brewsterispunkk · 2 years

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sunshine state

PART THREE: DREAMS

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 10.5k (oops <3)

warnings: 18+ mature! PTSD, dirty dreams about friends, will’s fiancé being a shitbag, bi!santiago—(if you have a problem with santi being gay then hit the road)

Summary: you and Benny join the guys on a weekend trip to the gulf. But, when pope unexpectedly brings a plus one, you and Benny are forced to share a bed. so it begins.

A/N: heyyyy. this was so long. & not sure if I like it :/ so sorry in advance if it sucks. as always, feedback is appreciated ! love y’all.

PART THREE: DREAMS

There were times you didn’t mind the heat. Times when the heat kissed your skin like the sun in golden hues, instead of oppressing your nerves and lungs. Growing up further north meant that you didn’t take the heat for granted; you were all too familiar with hot summers, yes, but also with frigid, icy winters. The warm, gentle morning heat of Florida mornings were the kind you could get behind.

You propped your feet up on the dash, leaning back in the worn seat, your playlist opened on your phone and ready to play. Beside you, Benny’s eyes were focused on the road, his aviators sat low on the bridge of his nose. If you were more awake, you’d make fun of him for it; tell him he looked like some sheriff or cop from a shitty network T. V. show, but it was barely a quarter past 7:00 and you hadn’t had your coffee yet. The teasing would have to be at a minimum until at least then. Hitting shuffle on the playlist you’d made the night before, you sighed, Stevie Nicks’ voice filling your ears.

Benny groaned beside you, obviously just as cranky as you were. He hadn’t had his coffee yet, either, and for such a kind, sweet, caring person, he could be a pain in the ass when he was caffeine-withdrawn.

“Really?” He asked. “Do we have to listen to this hippie-dippie shit?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, moving to sit criss-crossed in the passenger seat.

“Excuse me, Miller?” You replied. “I know you’re not shit-talking Stevie. The reigning queen of rock n roll, the white witch herself.”

“I don’t like her voice.” He said blandly. You snorted. “And all she sings about is break-ups. It gets old. She needs new material.”

“Benny, you listen to Taylor Swift.”

“And?” He countered. “You listen to Taylor too.”

“Yeah,” you continued, leaning your head on the glass of the window behind you, still facing him. “But Taylor is much more sappy than Stevie.”

“Okay, that’s debatable.”

You laughed, a full belly laugh, one that made your shoulders shake. You shook your head, smiling. “Okay, whatever you say, Miller.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn that you saw him staring, but when you turned, he was focused on the road.

“So,” he drawled after a moment of silence. “Wanna listen to some CCR?”

“Absolutely not,” you chimed cheerily. “We will be listening to Stevie Nicks. I’m gonna convert you.” You could tell he rolled his eyes beneath his sunglasses. “Honey—“

“No, Ben,” you interrupted. “You promised me the aux cord the whole way there if I came. No backsies.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, defeated, as the lyrics to Fleetwood Mac’s Sara floated through the car.

The comedy of it all wasn’t lost on you; it seemed that Benny was always having to convince you to do things; go to the bar, go to Mikey’s party, take edibles with him. The truth is: you’d have done all those things without convincing (besides that first night at the bar—you really were tired), but Benny’s incessant nagging was endearing. This time, though, you truly had been a bit reluctant to come.

Earlier in the week, Benny had come over with takeout and plans to watch the Bachelor, (which you’d recently hooked him on), when he declared that he had a proposition for you. This time it didn’t involve bars or partying or drugs, though, it involved something more foreboding: a weekend at the beach with the guys and their significant others. Meaning Anna would be there.

Your initial response was no. You had Thursday and Friday this week off, blessedly, and were not looking to spend them in the awkward company of Will’s fiancé and all of his and your friends who she hated. But, with the promise of the aux and free food as well as a weekend full of sunshine, Benny had convinced you. Like he always did. You were pretty sure that Benny could convince you to do anything if he kept looking at you with those soft eyes and that stupid, stupid smile.

As the song ended, Benny pulled into a run-down 7/11 that looked like it was pulled straight from the 1980s.

“Alright,” he turned to you, and the look on his face made you think that this is what he must have looked like as a soldier. It was mission-focused. “I’m gonna fill up the tank, you got breakfast?”

“And coffee,” you added, already opening your door and slinging your bag over your shoulder. You got a few paces away from the car before Benny called your name.

“Yeah?” You turned. He was leaning against his open car-door.

“For my coffee, get me—“

“Two cream, four sugars,” you finished for him. “I know.”

“Yeah, honey.” He smiled to himself, turning to the gas pump.

Inside the gas station, you picked up a few snacks, a bag of chocolate covered donuts, and yours and Benny’s coffee, loading the latter up with as much cinnamon you could muster. You even snuck some into Benny’s, convinced that you could successfully turn him to the dark side. The two of you had gotten into an argument weeks ago about whether cinnamon belongs in hot drinks. You had argued that it did.

When you hopped back in the car, Benny was already in his seat, texting away on his phone, no doubt to Will about your ETA.

“Cheers,” you said, setting the donuts on the center console, and holding his coffee cup to him. He grabbed it, setting his phone down, and clinked it with yours.

“Cheers,” he smiled, taking a sip. “Mmm,” he hummed when it hit his tongue.

You sighed as you swallowed your own coffee, immediately feeling a bit more loose. You leaned your head back in your seat and closed your eyes, feeling more relaxed than you had since before you’d woken up. Benny put the keys in the ignition and started the rickety truck.

“Yknow,” he began to pull out of the gas station and onto the swampy backroads that you’d be taking til you got to the highway. “Out of all my friends, you’re the only one who has ever managed to get my coffee order right. To remember it at the very least.”

You hummed in response, before adding, “that’s why I’m the best, right?” Only half joking.

You hadn’t mentioned the whole “you’re my best friend,” conversation that you’d had the night of Mikey’s party. You’d meant to bring it up the morning after, but Benny had been too hungover to remember much of anything from the party, let alone his unintentional confession. You weren’t complaining though; it had answered the question that you’d been secretly poring over for months. You were just important to him as he was to you. Which is why you had absolutely no idea why that had just slipped out of your mouth.

“I’m only—“ you began to panic. He didn’t give you the chance to.

“Yeah, I guess that would make you the best one, honey.” He said casually, leaving you momentarily stunned. You let out an involuntary chuckle.

“But what would make you an even better friend—“

“—no—“

“—is if you let me put on some Langhorn Slim—“

“Benjamin, I said no!” You smacked his hand away from where he’d reached for your phone, before snatching it for yourself. “We’re listening to Fleetwood Mac, I’m putting my foot down.”

Benny cast you a look that you could tell he meant to be menacing, but seeing it on his face only made it look pouty. Your eyes held his obstinately. His cat-like gaze held yours for a minute before he sighed, turning back to the road.

“Fine,” he huffed, reaching for his coffee again. “Let’s see what Stevie has for us.”

You giggled, setting Rhiannon to the queue, and preparing for the long drive ahead of you.

- - - - -

You’d always thought the highway was lonely, especially after the move.

You remember the drive down to Florida being awful, your only company being Salem and the radio. Driving a car full of your life packed into boxes, knowing that your destination held no familiar faces or loved ones.

But with Dreams playing in the background, and Benny’s fingers tapping away on the steering wheel, you caught yourself thinking that maybe it wasn’t that bad.

“Wait, so you’re telling me they almost broke up?”

“Yeah,” you giggled.

“So, we almost didn’t get the album?”

“Yup,” you continued, reaching over to turn down the dial. “One of the most best selling albums of all time.”

“Well, shit.” Benny shook his head, one hand on the wheel. “Lindsey Buckingham sounds like a bitch.”

You snorted. “Cheers to that.”

The sun still shone high in the sky and was hotter than ever now that you’d been on the road for a couple hours. That was another thing about Florida you’d underestimated before moving here; the sheer size of it. It was massive.

The group had planned the outing weeks ago, Benny had just been late to ask you to come. It was supposed to be a couple’s weekend getaway for Mari and Frankie; she was heavily pregnant and it would likely be the last one they got before the baby was born. Frankie’s parents owned a vacation house (a fact that the boys never ceased to tease him about) on the Gulf, and had given him permission to use it. That was before Pope had announced that he’d be in town and invited himself along. From there, to your understanding, it had snowballed: first with Pope, then Will and Anna, and by association, Benny and you.

Pope had finished his stint in South America a little over a month ago, unexpectedly, from what you understood. You knew better than to ask questions, but it seemed that whatever it was had ended and ended quickly. Since then, he’d been living a few towns away and no one had really heard from him. While you’d been initially worried about that because what the fuck, Benny and the guys’ reactions made you realize that this kind of behavior was normal, at least for Santi. It’s just how he was.

“Can you replay that one?” Benny asked, cutting your inner monologue off. You hadn’t even realized that the song had ended. You nodded, quickly pressing the replay button on your phone. The bass line of Dreams pulsed through the car once again.

“Told you so,” you said smugly, facing forward.

“Told me what,” Benny relented dryly, feigning annoyance.

“That Stevie is amazing. I’ve converted you.”

“You haven’t converted shit. I just like the bass.” He cast you a sidelong glance.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, completely not buying it.

In the center console, Benny’s phone buzzed. He grabbed it and handed it to you, his eyes staying trained on the road in front of you.

“See who it is?” He asked.

You opened it to a text from Will.

Pope’s bringing someone, it said, with absolutely no clarification at all.

You gasped, chuckling a little bit.

“What?” Benny looked at you.

“Pope’s bringing somebody.”

“What?” He took off his sunglasses, eyes wide. “Whatdya mean ‘somebody,’ was that him?”

“No it was Will.”

“Quick, call him!” Benny sounded like a middle-schooler waiting to hear the nearest gossip.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, dialing Will’s number and putting it to speaker. You muted the music.

It rung a few times, before the line picked up.

“Hello,” a bored voice answered. Anna. You and Benny exchanged a look.

“Hey,” Benny said, “can you put Will on?”

“What for,” she asked again with no cadence to her voice. Jesus Christ, this woman. You began to itch with annoyance.

“Nothin’ Anne, just put him on.”

“Fine,” she scoffed, voice venomous. Benny rolled his eyes.

“Yes?” Will’s deep tambre answered.

“Okay, what the fuck was that about?” Benny asked, referring to his brother’s fiancé. Will sighed on the other end.

“Don’t worry about it, man.” He sounded tired.

You felt your skin prickle at his tone. It felt like he’d been sounding like that more and more recently; weary and quiet. A bit unsure. So unlike the Will you’d met when you first moved here, so unlike the Will you’d grown to love like a brother. You couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Anna.

It’s not that you hadn’t tried to like her–you did. Multiple times. And every single time, it was as if she’d made it her personal mission to make it impossible. It had begun the first time you’d met her. You’d planned to get dinner with Will and Santi–a sort of last hurrah before Santi headed down to South America. Benny and Frankie couldn’t make it. Marisol was home sick because of the pregnancy, so Frankie was playing nurse, and Benny had a class to teach at the gym. That left you and Will as the only two in attendance. Until Will had mentioned that Anna would be tagging along, something that had perplexed you. Not because you’d have had a problem with her being there–in truth, you had been anxious to meet her–but because you were under the impression that she hated Santi. Something you were, in fact, very correct about.

The dinner had begun well enough; Anna had been late. But when she arrived, she was in a sour mood, barely even blinking at you when you were introduced. You’d brushed it off at first, guessing that she was just having a bad day. Then, the digs at Santi started. It began with an offhand comment on how he was graying; something about the salt and pepper hair that was beginning to sprout at his temple, which had alarmed you. But no one else at the table had batted an eye, so you’d assumed you’d misread the comment. As if. Then, the remarks about his job began. She’d begun to mention how you and Will both had “real jobs,” and whatever Santi had set up down south was going to fall through. That you couldn’t chalk up to a misunderstanding. You’d been about to say something when Will had changed the subject. Rather abruptly.

That had been your first interaction with Anna.

The next had been at one of Will’s barbecues. You’d all been eating when she’d made an offhand comment about Will’s shirt—one clearly meant to embarrass him. You’d opened your mouth to protest when you’d felt Benny’s hand on your knee. You looked over at him and he merely shook his head. Saying, it’s not worth it.

Since then, you’d stopped giving Anna the benefit of the doubt, and she’d proved you right every single time. You had a strange feeling that this trip would be no different.

Will’s voice from the phone brought you back to the conversation at hand.

“Is something wrong, or—“

“No,no!” Benny sputtered. “What do you mean Pope’s bringing someone?”

Benny said it like it was something outrageous. And, to be fair, it sort of was. It wasn’t that Pope was disrespectful, or a womanizer in any sense. It was only that he didn’t get attached easily, at least not with relationships. From your understanding—based off of what you’d observed and heard from Benny—he’d had many flings with men and women alike over the years, only none had stuck. So for Santi to even be with someone long term was a big deal, nevertheless introducing them to the whole group. This was gonna be interesting.

“Yeah,” Will chuckled. “I just found out. Same with Fish. You’re just as freaked as I am.”

“Well who is she?” You asked, leaning into the phone a bit.

“Hey smalls.” Will said fondly.

“Yeah, hi.” You replied dismissively. “Back to the question: who is she?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat. “From what I know, he is someone he met at a bar. Guy’s real quiet though, from what I’ve heard.”

“Wow, honey.” Benny raised his eyebrows. “Heteronormative much?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, Benny. I taught him that word and now he will never shut up about it.” He snickered beside you, prompting you to smack his arm.

“Sorry, Will. Anyway, so he. Who is he?”

“I know just as much as you, kid. Hell, Frankie just found out, like, 20 minutes ago. Guess we’ll find out later. Speaking of, what time are you getting here?”

“Ahh, about two hours, give or take.” Benny responded.

“Perfect,” Will said. “See you then. And I’m grilling tonight, so you don’t have to worry about dinner.”

“Nice,” you said, already salivating at the idea of Will’s ribs.

“Ah,shit.” Will spat under his breath. You could still hear it through the phone though.

“What is it?” Benny asked.

“Well,” Will paused. “Since Pope didn’t warn us about bringing a plus one until, well, twenty minutes ago, we’re a room short.”

“Sorry?” You asked, a bit confused by the wording. Will sighed.

“There are four bedrooms,” he explained. “We’d planned on having Santi and Benny bunk together and giving you the extra, but since Pope’s got his boyfriend, looks like you two are roommates.”

There was a beat of silence that followed, before Will added.

“… Unless you wanna room with Anna for the weekend—“

“God no,” you burst, not thinking before the words came out. Benny snorted next to you.

“Sorry, I didn't mean—“ you tried to correct yourself before Will laughed.

“No, I get it.” In the background, you heard someone, a woman, call his name. Probably Anna. “Alright, I gotta go, see you in a few hours.”

“Bye!”

“-bye!”

You sighed before leaning back in your seat. Benny glanced at you, serious for a moment before that slow smile crossed his face.

“C’mon honey,” he teased. “I can’t be that ugly to have you huffin’ and puffin’ about sharing a room with me—“

You smacked him, rolling your eyes at him.

“Eyes on the road, Miller.” He merely chuckled. A beat passed.

“You better not snore,” you added.

- - - -

The rest of the ride was uneventful. Mostly. It went by without a hitch, if you didn’t count Benny making you jump by yelling “gator!” at you while you were driving down a backroad. He’d found out about your irrational fear of alligators about a week ago and hadn’t stopped teasing you about it since. It was nearly 2:00 pm by the time you made it to the little beachside cottage on the Gulf—thanks to Benny’s shitty sense of direction, you’d gotten lost. More than once.

Frankie and Will were already there when you’d arrived, along with Marisol and Anna. While the guys had exchanged pleasantries, you’d had a cordial, albeit brief, greeting with Anna before Mari had engulfed you in a hug, sighing into your ear about how glad she was you were finally there. You gulped, realizing that you’d been naive to hope that there wouldn’t be any drama with Will’s fiance-from-hell.

The good news though, was that Santi was due to arrive any minute, and since Frankie’s parents’ home was in a retirement community, there wouldn’t be any hustle and bustle of the usual Florida tourism. It would be a peaceful, relaxing weekend away. At least you hoped so.

“God, Mari!” You looked your friend up and down. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen her. “You look amazing!”

She scoffed, looking down. “Yeah, I’m as big as a house.”

She wasn’t completely wrong. Her stomach was round. She was 8 months pregnant—in the homestretch—and was very obviously ready for her pregnancy to be over with. She’d told you as much when the two of you had gotten coffee nearly a month ago. Still, though, she looked gorgeous as ever. In fact, she looked more gorgeous than ever. Her dark, curly hair looked fuller, more shiny, and her bronze complexion was practically glowing. Motherhood already looked good on her.

“Oh please, you’re glowing.”

“All the baby hormones,” she laughed. “I guess that is a plus side to all this. I just can’t wait for her to get out.”

You laughed in response to her.

“No, seriously!” She continued, “my feet hurt, like, all the time!”

“So,” you leaned in, “have you and Frankie decided on a name yet?”

“We have,” she smiled fondly, hand on her belly. “We’re gonna name her after my grandmother—Alma, and then her middle name after Frankie’s mom, Magdalena.”

“Alma Magdalena. That’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, before puffing out a breath. “Woo, is it just me, or is it hot out here?”

“No, it definitely is,” you agreed, already beginning to feel sticky in the heavy Florida heat. “And humid.”

“Yeah, I’m going inside.” She patted your arm before beginning to waddle to the front door.

You looked over at Frankie, watching his eyes follow Marisol with an almost overbearing concern. His brows were furrowed, as he watched, making sure she got into the house without problem. It made your heart ache a bit, watching them. Not in jealousy, but in envy. You wondered what it would feel like to be cared about so deeply by another person.

As if on instinct, your eyes snapped to Benny, who was talking at Frankie, and completely missing the fact that he was paying absolutely no attention to what he was saying. The live-wire look in his eyes made your lips twitch. He always looked so animated. So full of life and charisma—your heart clenched. You could stare at him for days, you thought. Just like this: hands gesturing, eyes alight, hair falling haphazardly over his forehead. Gaze so full of love for his friends, his brother. You snapped yourself out of it before you could let your mind run further.

It was high time you got over this little crush on your best friend.

He was everything to you; that much you knew.

In the few months you’d known him, he’d completely changed your life for the better. You’d gone from working a 9 to 5, staying in every weekend, merely surviving in every sense of the word, to living, and it was all thanks to him and Will. You would forever be thankful to them for that. They’d given you friendship, family, in a way you hadn’t had it in a long time. Then, your stupid emotions had to get in the way.

Benny had always been pretty. Gorgeous, really. From the moment you saw him, you’d been able to acknowledge that. But he was Will’s brother, and so kind and easygoing and you two got along so well that you decided early on that there was no way anything would ever happen between the two of you.

You couldn’t ruin the friendship; you wouldn’t ruin the friendship. That fear mixed with your decided lack of dating experience and trust issues was enough to keep any romantic thoughts about Benny at bay. At least, until now.

You shook your head, walking up to the boys, who were talking about Will’s barbecue methods—how they were “much better than yours, Fish”—and put a hand on Benny’s shoulder.

“You ready to unload the truck, Miller?” You asked. “I’m sweating buckets out here.”

“Still not used to the Florida heat, kid?” Frankie asked, arms crossed over the plain tshirt he was wearing.

“I’m an adult, you know.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “And, yeah, hell no. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

“Sure, honey. But you’re not helping.” He started making his way over to the truck.

“Oh, shove off, Ben.” You followed him, not letting him unload by himself. “I’m helping.”

After about five minutes of bickering, he caved, and the two of you brought your luggage into the little cottage.

Mari was napping on the couch when you walked in, curled up next to Frankie, who’d draped a blanket over her while he read a book. Anna had resigned herself to her and Will’s room, and Will was preparing for dinner in the kitchen.

“Your room is the third door on the left,” Frankie called as you and Ben dragged your duffle bags into the house.

The little cottage was quaint; exactly what you’d expect from a senior’s home on the coast, all light pastels and beach-themed bathrooms. And most importantly, the AC was on. Thank God.

- - - -

There was only one bed. Because of fucking course there was.

You stood, staring at the patchwork quilt on the Queen sized mattress, frozen.

Logically, in your mind, you knew that there would likely only be one bed. Still, you held a sliver of hope that there would be something: a blow-up mattress or even a trundle. But no.

Just your luck, you thought bitterly. Benny cleared his throat beside you.

“So,” he eyed the bed. “What side do you want?”

And there he was. Your best friend who could dispel any type of awkwardness with only five words. This would be fine. It was just Benny.

In truth, the idea of sharing a bed with him had excited you—not that you’d ever admit that. But it scared you at the same time. You’d sometimes been known to talk in your sleep; what if your tongue got the better of you sometime during the night? Or what if during your sleep, you hugged or cling to him, like you’d been tempted to do before? You decided that there was nothing you could do about it now.

“Hmmm,” you drawled, before walking over and sitting down. “Right side.”

“Well,” he smirked, falling backwards to lay down on his side. “That is just perfect, because I always sleep on the left. Small world, huh, honey?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, resting your head on the pillow and closing your eyes, laying down yourself. “Small world.”

“You tired?”

You peeked over at him, cracking one eye open. He was laying on his side, facing you, hands clasped beneath his cheek. It made your breath hitch.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, pushing down the emotions that the man next to you invoked. “Some asshole woke me up too early.”

“Early, you say?” He was amused.

“Yup. Asscrack of dawn.”

He hummed. “And this guy, he’s an asshole?”

“Mmm, yeah.” You mumbled back, feeling the fatigue of the early morning catch up to you. “The worst. Weird guy, too. Following me around, showing up and my house—“

“Sounds like a creep, honey.” He stretched a little, rolling in his back, and moving his hands above his head. “Want me to beat him up for you?”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, feigning indifference. “I’ll think about it. Honestly, I think he might be stalking me—“

Benny cut you off with a laugh, nudging you with his elbow, causing you to groan. “Shut up.” You laughed halfheartedly back, already feeling sleep pull at your eyelids.

“Hey, kid, you going to sleep?”

“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled, face smushed to the pillow as you turned on your side.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Well, I’m gonna play candy crush. I’ll wake you up for dinner, but don’t hit me this time.”

You mentally rolled your eyes.

“That was one time.”

“I’m serious, honey. Not trying to go back to work with bruises—“

“Fine, Ben. Won’t hit you, let me sleep.”

His only response was a chuckle.

The only sound in the little room, beside from the distant crashing of waves from the gulf, was the sound of the ceiling fan twirling above you. Breathing in, faintly, you could smell Benny’s cologne. Heady and soft and masculine and all him.

You slept like a baby.

- - - -

The first thing you noticed about Santi’s boyfriend was that he was nervous. It was something you’d come to recognize fairly well about people, being someone who’d spent most of their life nervous. And Everett, the wiry, shy man who Santi had brought with him, was definitely nervous.

And you didn’t blame him. After all, that was you merely a few months ago. Taking in his flustered, sheepish, careful appearance, you thought back to yourself meeting Will’s friends for the first time all those months ago. And god, did you feel for him.

He was slight, though a bit taller than Santi, and had curly dark hair atop a pale face. His glasses were as wiry as he was, sitting atop his nose as he chewed demurely at the barbecue.

You looked at him across the dinner table, Marisol and Santi laughing at something to the right of you and Benny at your left. When your eyes met, you gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, and his lips quirked in response, before honing on the conversation between his boyfriend and Marisol.

Benny was true to his word and had, in fact, woken you up before dinner. Right before dinner, which gave you less than optimal time to introduce yourself to Everett.

“So, Everett,” you spoke up when the conversation waned. “How did you and Santi meet?”

Santi chuckled a bit, and a small smile crossed Everett’s lips as he took a sip from his beer.

“You wanna tell the story, Evs?” Santi asked, looking at his boyfriend fondly, his hand splayed over the back of his chair. Everett shrugged.

“I guess,” he said. “We met at a bar. I was out with some people from work, really not enjoying myself honestly, and I guess Santiago noticed. I was shy at first, I’m honestly kinda surprised he didn’t get bored.”

“Oh please,” Santi gave him an incredulous look. “How could I? Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Everett’s face turned beet-red, gazing at his plate before looking over at Santi. Santi’s own face held a look so soft that you felt by just observing the interaction you were intruding on them. You smiled, looking over to Benny, who was gazing fondly on the two. Your eyes met his knowingly. Santi was whipped.

“But—uhm—“ Everett sputtered. “How long have you two been together?” He gestured to you and Benny. Your eyes went wide, before you snorted, looking at Benny, who’d choked on his beer. Will chuckled from down the table.

“We’re not,” you stopped, laughing a little, out of awkwardness more than anything. “We’re not together.” You finally corrected, smiling kindly at Everett, who looked mortified at his mistake.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought—“

“You’re fine,” Benny excused him with a wave of the hand, bringing his other arm over the back of your chair, mirroring Santi’s posture. “We’re just best friends.”

You nodded at him.

“Gee, thanks Ben.” Santi drawled dramatically, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, what am I, a roach?” Added Frankie, his mouth half full of food. You snorted.

“Nah, man. More like a fungus. Can’t get rid of you. Besides, she’s the one who puts up with all my bullshit.”

“—begrudgingly!” You added, earning you a playful glare from Benny.

“And she knows my coffee order. By heart. So you two,” he paused, playful as ever, “can suck it.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Interjected Mari, who was drinking soda in contrast to everyone else’s beer and seltzer.

Conversation came easier after that, laughter and jokes passing easily among the group. Anna had kept quiet mostly, and reserved herself to judgy glances and rolled eyes. That you could tolerate. And Everett had fit right in with the group; true, he was quieter than the rest of you, but what he lacked in boldness he made up for in wit. There were a few moments throughout the night when his snide or sarcastic comments left all of you howling in laughter.

Any awkwardness that may have existed between you and Benny at dinner had dissipated by the time you were both ready for bed. Whether that was genuine or due to exhaustion, you didn’t know, and you honestly did not care. Things were normal. At least, they were if Benny’s sense of humor was any indicator—(he’d cracked a joke about how “you know he sleeps naked, right?”, which was evidence enough for you).

You were practically asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, sleeping like the dead through Benny’s incessant tossing and turning at being in an unfamiliar bed. Surrounded by that scent that was purely Benny, you didn’t have that problem, and though you woke up alone, his pillow still warm beside you as bacon crackled in the kitchen and he laughed with Frankie, you dreamed that during the night, he held you.

- - - -

The next day was supposed to be a beach day. The house was, quite literally, beach front, and made you wonder exactly how much money Frankie’s parents had, because holy hell, this place was nice. After a hodge-podge breakfast of bacon, eggs, and some fruit Mari had picked up from a fruit-stand on her and Frankie’s way there, you’d all prepared for a day in the sun, just as Benny had guaranteed.

Walking down to the beach through the long grass, the white sand burned the bottoms of your feet. You silently cursed yourself for opting to walk barefoot instead of in sandals like Benny had encouraged you to. You sped up, hobbling a little bit down the beach, until you reached some semi-damp sand, finally able to slow into a walk.

You looked further down the beach, where the rest of your group had set up camp, putting down towels, blankets, and even an umbrella. In the water, Mari was floating on her back, with Frankie behind her, holding up her shoulders. You smiled. She’d mentioned earlier how floating had helped relieve some pressure in her stomach that had been giving her pain, since it was towards the end of her pregnancy. Of course, Frankie had been waiting on her hand and foot, doing anything he could to ease her pain. Sitting on some towels they’d laid down, Pope was lathering up Everett’s pale back with sunscreen,

SPF 100, probably, you mused, remembering how pale he was.

Beside them, Benny laid in a beach chair, sunglasses over his eyes. As you reached them, you noticed he looked asleep. Under the umbrella was Anna, headphones in, and a sour look on her face as she rested her eyes. Will was in the water, wading out to Mari and Frankie.

You sighed, laying down on the blanket next to Benny. You’d applied sunscreen back at the house, having Mari help you with your back, and were now ready to soak up the sun, the cool sea breeze making the heat bearable. You put your headphones in, closing your eyes, and letting the music take you.

It was maybe fifteen minutes later when you felt a familiar hand on your calf, shaking you. You pulled out your headphones, seeing Benny crouching at your feet.

“Hey, wanna get in?” He asked, eyes hopeful and excited. “Santi challenged me to chicken and Frankie and Will won’t play.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, sitting up on your elbows. You glanced behind him in the water, where the rest of your friends (minus Anna) were standing in a circle, water up to their chests. Besides Pope, who had his arms crossed and was looking at Benny, a shit-eating grin on his face.

That was one thing about you: you didn’t back down from a challenge. You smirked, holding your hands up to Benny.

“Well, we can’t have him getting a big head, can we?” Benny’s eyes danced with mirth as he took your hands, pulling you up.

“God, I love you.” He laughed, before grabbing your hand, and pulling you with him as he began racing toward the water. Your heart stopped at such a declaration. A platonic one, obviously, but one said so casually. Your family wasn’t one that just declared that. It was more something that went unsaid, sometimes questioned. You’d never received such direct affection so unexpectedly. Your mind was reeling. But, the cold gulf water at your ankles forced you to refocus on the task at hand: defeating Pope.

“I see you’ve accepted the challenge?” Santi raised an eyebrow when you and Benny he waded out to where everyone else was standing, hands on his hips. You crossed your arms under the water.

“Why, that surprise you?”

“Not at all, smalls,” he taunted. “I can respect the bravery. Naive, but still.”

Benny rolled his eyes, standing part way behind you, hands on his hips. He was so close, you could feel the warmth from his bare chest on your back, through the water. Not touching, and not far enough away at the same time.

“Ya done chit-chatting, or are you gel gonna stand around all day?” Frankie called from a few feet away, prompting Mari to smack his bicep.

“Yeah,” Will added. “Wanna see you fight!”

“Since you were too chicken to do it!” You called back, causing Frankie to throw his head back in laughter and Will to roll his eyes.

“You gonna play or what?”

“Fine,” you play-glared at Will.

“But after we beat them, I’m takin’ you down next!” Benny added. You chuckled.

“Alright,” Benny turned to you, hands finding your shoulders. Your brain short-circuited a bit. Behind you, Santi and Everett were talking their game plan, with Everett obviously being the one on top, due to his slighter stature. “Let me get on your shoulders.” Benny looked at you expectantly. You blanched.

“I—“ your brows furrowed. Bennys laugh cut you off.

“Kidding, honey.” He shook his head. “I’m kidding. I’d crush you.”

That’s the idea, you thought immediately, before catching yourself. Your cheeks tinged pink.

I can’t believe I just thought that, you scolded, silently telling yourself to reign it in.

“Honey?” His voice broke you away.

“Hmm?”

“I said, you ready?” He raised an eyebrow. You nodded, before he turned around, his back to you. “Okay, when I dunk, get on my shoulders.”

“Benny, are you sure—“

He was under the water before you could finish. So, you did as he said. You grabbed onto his shoulders, before sliding your legs on either side, balancing as he came up for air.

Playing chicken was kind of like riding a bike: no matter how long it had been since you’d done it, it was easy to pick up again. You’d played before, often, when you were a kid with your cousins. This was just the same. Mostly.

What wasn’t the same as then, was Benny’s warm palms holding onto your knees, his fingers spanning up on your thigh a bit. You ignored the flutter in your heart.

“You all balanced, honey?” He patted your thigh, shaking his head to get a salty strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah,” you patted his head. “I’ll try not to crush you.” He laughed, his shoulders shaking a bit.

“I’m not worried a bit, honey.” You smiled, looking over to where Santi had Everett on his shoulders. Frankie, Mari, and Will were on the sidelines, watching amusedly as Santi stared Benny down.

“You ready to go down, Garcia?” Benny taunted, walking over slowly, until you were right across from them.

“Oh, you’re dead.” Santi chuckled. Everett looked over at you apologetically.

“Sorry,” he said lamely. “In advance.”

You snorted, reaching out to shake his hand. “Me too, Ev. You two ready?”

“3,” Will began, being the self-proclaimed referee, “2, 1. Go!”

- - - -

The first clouds appeared around 2:00.

After beating Santi and Everett three different times in chicken, (effectively dubbing yourselves the dream team), Santi, ever the sore loser, demanded another rematch.

“Bullshit!” Santi cried, only half joking. “It’s Will, he’s biased! Catfish, you judge next!”

Benny rolled his eyes, floating on his back.

“Already told you, Pope. I’m not playing again. Think I got burned on my shoulders.”

Squatting in the water so it was up to your chin, you looked over at him lounging peacefully in the after, head tilted back. His shoulders were a little pink, along with his cheeks.

“Sounds like a cop out to me,” Frankie drawled casually, prompting a pointed look from Mari.

“Stop that!” She said.

“What?” Frankie asked, defensively. “I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re enabling them. Stop.”

You laughed, tilting your head at Pope and Everett, the latter of which was looking amused. He didn’t care about winning or losing; he just thought his boyfriend’s competitiveness was funny.

“Ya’know, Santi,” Benny had stood up again, shaking out his hair. “If you’re embarrassed you got beat by a girl, just say that.”

You snorted.

“You little—“

Santi’s voice was cut off by a deep rumble from the sky, one that you felt in your chest. All conversation ceased. You jumped, and so did Benny, his hands flying up to cover his face. A few feet away, Mari shrieked, grabbing onto Frankie. Santi grabbed Everett, before realizing that it was only thunder, and turning his face out toward the sea.

“Jesus,” he breathed, looking out toward the line where the ocean met the sky.

On the horizon, maybe a mile out, there were swollen stacks of clouds, so dark that they were a blue-purple color. They were ominous against the sea, which looked gray now. Thunderheads. The wind had picked up, sending goosebumps up the skin on your arms that were out of the water.

“That’s coming in fast,” you pointed out. Your aunt had lived by the sea, and after spending many childhood summers there, you’d learned to tell when a rain was coming.

“That’s my cue,” Mari said, eyebrows in her hairline.

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie snapped his gaze from the dark clouds rolling in. “We all better get back to the house. The waves are picking up, and besides—that was thunder. Lightning won’t be far behind.”

You nodded as the others turned to head back to the beach. Turning back, Benny was still staring out at the clouds, shoulders stiff. Coming up beside him, his face was stony, eyes holding a type of seriousness you’d only seen a few times in them before.

“Ben?” You reached out and touched his shoulder, and he jumped, jerking away. His eyes went wide, looking at you.

“Shit,” he breathed, out of breath. He shook his head. “Sorry, honey.”

“S’okay.” You said warily, hand falling away from his shoulder. You bumped your shoulder against his.

“Let’s head in,” you continued. “Before the rain comes in.”

He nodded, turning back to the ocean one more time.

Back at the beach, you packed up your stuff: towels, blankets, bags, coolers.

He turned to you as you made your way up the sandy dunes, eyes on the ground.

“You think it’ll storm?” He asked. You furrowed your brows.

“I mean,” you looked over your shoulder. “Seems that way. Looks like it’s gonna be a bad one. Feel that wind.”

When you looked at him again, his face was grave.

“But,” you added, trying to sound more hopeful. “Maybe it’ll miss us. Maybe it’ll just rain a bit.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, walking a little faster toward the house.

Behind you, the sky rumbled again.

- - - -

It was a tropical storm.

When you’d made it back to the cottage, the wind at your backs as you struggled to shut the sliding glass door, Will, Anna, and Mari were sat on the couch, eyes glued to the television.

“Well, folks,” the weatherman stated, standing in front of a brightly colored map of Florida, focused on the gulf.

“I’d hunker in for the night, as a tropical storm rushed through the Gulf of Mexico and into the coast of central Florida. Winds may reach up to 60 miles per hour, so the national weather service has recommended that everyone on the coast stay indoors, and stay safe.”

“Well shit,” Will stated, leaning back. Looking outside, you noticed it had gotten extensively darker, the sun now hidden behind a cover of grey clouds.

“Good thing we went grocery shopping yesterday.” Mari shook her head, getting up and stretching. Beside her, Anna scoffed.

“This is just perfect.” She huffed, sourly. And suddenly, the air was charged with tension, with awkwardness, as you and Benny exchanged a look. This was definitely not going to be good.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you to check the weather, Will. What the hell even is this? Are we just going to be cooped up in here all weekend?”

The air could be cut like a knife, and this time, you didn’t keep quiet.

“Will can’t control the weather, Anna.” You said dryly. Benny shot you a side-look.

Anna snapped her head around, eyes sharp.

“I told him to check the weather, so I wouldn’t be stuck here all weekend with—“

“—Frankie checked the weather, too, before we left, and—“

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Anna’s tone was venomous as she interrupted Mari, who was trying to mediate. Will jumped into action at that.

“Okay, that’s enough.” His voice was firm, more firm than you’d heard it. “Anna, we can talk about this in private.”

The two exchanged a look, Anna’s eyes fiery. His gaze held.

“Fine,” she pursed her lips, huffing as she exited the room, Will at her heels.

“What a bitch,” you pushed out after she’d left the room, outraged at how she’d blown up at both you and Marisol. Mari rolled her eyes, waving her hand.

“It’s fine,” she said, “I could’ve handled it.”

“But what was her problem?” You asked.

“I’ve never known what that girl’s problem is,” she laughed a little bit. “I’m not sure I’ve ever even seen her smile.”

Benny snorted at that.

“Me either, actually.”

Mari sighed, looking outside.

“Well, I’m gonna shower then start dinner. It’s Frankie and my turn to cook.”

The Anna situation forgotten, and food on his mind, Benny perked up at that.

“Ooo, what’re you makin’?”

Mari gave him a knowing look, rolling her eyes amusedly.

“Well, we were going to make burgers, but seeing as we won’t be able to grill, I think we have everything for chili.”

“Yes,” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing a messy kiss to her forehead. She scrunched up her nose. “That’s why you’re my favorite Morales.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she laughed, pushing him away. “Alright, Miller, you stink. I'm gonna go take a bath. I’ll see you both later.”

A slight rain had begun to patter at the windows outside, the wind whirred against the house, howling. The A/C in the house was still on and working as the storm had done absolutely nothing to quell the heat, causing your damp swimsuit to feel freezing against your skin. You shivered.

“It’s freezing in here,” you said. “I’m gonna go change. Maybe take a nap.”

“You want the first shower?” Benny asked as you made your way down the hallway to your bedroom.

“Nah,” you snorted. “I won’t do that to you. You know I take forever to shower.”

“Touché,” he laughed, opening the door to your room and shutting it behind him. You sighed, throwing your bag on the bed.

“Well,” you began. “This should be cozy.”

“Pardon?” He laughed, his back towards you as he gathered what he needed to shower from his bag that was sitting on the dresser.

“You know, the storm. It’s gotta last til at least tomorrow morning. Don’t know how long Anna’s gonna last in here with all of us.”

When you looked back up at him, his back was stiff and straight. How you’d imagine a soldier would stand. Similar to how he stood on the beach, staring out at the approaching storm.

“Ben,” you said quietly after a minute of him standing there, still. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Ye—yeah,” he said, voice breaking and then trying again. He cleared his throat, before turning and walking out of the room.

This was unlike Benny. He was never this aloof, high strung. Never this nervous. It hurt your heart to see your happy, easygoing, kind best friend like this.

He obviously didn’t want to talk about it right now, and you respected that. You did. At the same time, though, you wanted to make it known that he could talk to you about it, if he wanted to. So, you decided you would. Later, after dinner, when you’d both had time to wind down.

Over and over again, he’d been there for you, so now you would be there for him. If he’d let you.

- - - -

You decided to shower later that evening, and after spending over thirty minutes under the steamy spray, you finally felt free of the sand and sweat from your day at the beach. After drying off and getting dressed, you wiped some of the condensation off of the bathroom mirror, taking in your appearance.

You hadn’t gotten a sunburn—thank god—you’d remembered to reapply, unlike Benny, who still had a light spread of pinkness across his cheeks and shoulders. A few new freckles had showed up, though, across your cheeks, thanks to the sun. Your hair, though wet, had decided to behave, not looking crazy like you’d anticipated after being soaked in the drying salt water. You wore sleep shorts and a large T-shirt as pajamas.

Halfway through brushing your teeth, you heard a knock at the door.

“Almost done!” You called. The familiar feeling of guilt spread through your chest, hoping you hadn’t used up the last of the hot water. You hadn’t realized you weren’t the last one to shower.

“Sorry, take your time!” The soft spoken voice came from the other side. Everett.

You smiled at the thought of the skinny man you’d become fast friends with. After dinner, the two of you had gotten a chance to talk more—about work, college, and, of course, being the new person in such a tight knit group. He’d confessed that he’d been nervous out of his mind at the concept of meeting Santi’s friends—his found family. You’d recounted how you first met the guys, and had commiserated with him, before assuring him that you all loved him. He was one of you now.

Opening the door, the cool air of the air-conditioned hallway hitting you refreshingly as you exited the humid bathroom.

“Sorry,” you cringed, looking at a very sunburnt Everett, holding his towel and toiletries. “I may have used up all the hot water. I thought everyone had showered.”

“Have you seen me?” He asked, giving you a look. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to shower with hot water right now. It hurts just to move.”

You tried to hide your laugh, though failing miserably when looking at him. He very much resembled a lobster.

“No,” he laughed with you. “You can laugh, it’s funny.”

“It’s just—“ you snorted. “How did you burn? You reapplied like four times.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Santi said the same thing. Getting on my ass about not putting on a fifth coat. Overbearing as hell.” He said it fondly, a small smile on his face.

“He loves you.” You stated. And it was true. A blind man could see it.

“Yeah,” he sighed wistfully. “He does. I don’t deserve him.”

“You do.” You replied immediately, looking into his eyes that had suddenly turned shy.

“I’m serious,” you continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look at someone like that. Even Fish.”

He snorted at that, eyebrows raised.

“Speaking of couples,” he segwayed. “Again, I’m really sorry for assuming—“

“What, about me and Benny?” You asked, pointing your thumb in the direction of your bedroom. “Don’t worry about it. I’d have probably assumed the same thing.”

“It’s just,” he paused, catching himself.

“What?”

“No, it’s nothing—“

“Tell me, please.” You affirmed, sensing he was holding something back.

“Okay,” he sighed. “What’s going on there?”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows.

“Oh, come on.”

“What?” You laughed. He shook his head, laughing.

“It’s just, I mean, and I may be wrong, but I’m rarely wrong-“

“Just spit it out,” you laughed.

“You guys are obviously into each other .”

Your breathing stopped, the idea of being so see through made your head spin.

God, did everyone else know? Did Benny know?

“Or maybe not. It’s like when,” he stopped himself again, seeing the wan look on your face. He shook his head, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry, that was out of line—“

“No, it’s okay.” You tried to sound easy, carefree, and failed miserably. He started toward the bathroom.

“I should—“

“When what?” You asked abruptly.

“Huh?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You said, ‘it’s like when,’ earlier before you stopped. When what?”

He sighed again, looking at you with a genuine smile on his face, his eyes soft. “It’s like when Santi looks at me.”

And your chest expanded, heart beating a bit faster. You smiled at him thinly, trying to keep your composure. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That you and Benny were friends and that’s all you’d ever be. That he was an asshole for giving you false hope, and that you weren’t Benny’s type anyway. That you didn’t—couldn’t—believe what he was telling you for fear you’d break your own heart. But you couldn’t.

“He’s my best friend,” you settled for.

“Yeah,” he gave you a knowing look.

“Night,” you smiled. “Sorry again about the water.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed, already shutting the door. You sighed, turning back to walk down the hall, ready now more than anything to sleep.

- - - -

Warm hands ran up your waist, your chest, your neck, before threading into your hair and tugging. A moan escaped your chest involuntarily.

“You like that, honey?” His breath was hot against your neck, making you arch your back into a firm, familiar chest.

“Benny,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders and squeezing in the way you’d never been allowed to—never allowed yourself to.

“I’m right here, baby,” he breathed in your ear, pressing hot kisses to your neck. There was that nickname again: baby. You shivered.

“What do you want?” His deep voice rumbled, lips pressing to your shoulder.

Your breath stuttered, unable to form words, unable to think about anything other than his lips on your neck and his hips pressed tightly to yours.

“I-I,” you tried breathily.

“Words, honey, use your words,” he chastised, teeth running along your jawline.

“You,” you finally got out, hands moving to the back of his head. “I want you.”

“No,” his voice said again, more serious this time.

“What do you really want?”

You weren’t in control anymore, your mouth moving by itself.

“I want to tell you,” you stopped as he ran his lips over the curve of your collarbone, sucking a bruise there.

“Tell me what?” He sounded mocking now.

“Tell you that I—“

“What?” He asked again, more demanding.

“That I—“

You snapped awake at the sound of thunder, gasping, and jerking to the side of the bed like you were falling. The words you were about to confess in your dream, the words I love you, stamped like a scarlet letter in the front of your mind.

What the hell was that, you thought.

You leaned over your side of the bed, arms braced on your knees, for a moment before sneaking a glance over to Benny, and hoping to god that he hadn’t awoken too. Behind you, he was curled up on his side, hair falling messily over his pillow, his breathing steady. Thank God.

Outside, the raging tropical storm did little to soothe your nerves. Your throat was dry. You needed a glass of water.

You went to the kitchen and leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the fridge as your cup filled up.

Okay. Let the cool water wash whatever that was away, you told yourself. You could do this.

Padding back to the bedroom, you slipped in through the door, before setting your cup down on the bedside table. You lifted up the covers, eyes still adjusting to the dim light in the room before your eyes caught a movement. A thrash.

On the other side of the bed, Benny was curled up, knees bunched up to his chest in the fetal position. His breath was no longer calm and even, but deep and shallow. His brows were scrunched together, and his head was shaking. His lips moved, mumbling sounds in his sleep, trying to speak, but failing.

He was having a nightmare.

You moved to his side of the bed, sitting on the corner, and leaning over to see if you should wake him up or let him sleep it out.

Thunder cracked again, a flash of lightning lighting up the room, and Benny jerked, like he was embracing himself to be hit. He curled in on himself again, arms curled into his chest, and a whimper escaped from the back of his throat. The wind was louder than the rain, catching on the gutters and shutters of the house in a hissing moan.

Benny pressed his face into the pillow, brows scrunched in pain.

“No,” he whined, voice higher than you’d ever heard it. Your heart broke in your chest.

You pressed a hand to his shoulder, running it down to his bicep.

“Benny,” you whispered, squeezing, trying to rouse him gently.

He was stiff, like before, only more so now. His shoulders were tight, coiled, and he was shaking, fists clenched to his chest.

“No, no, no,” he mumbled, sounding close to tears. He turned onto his back. “No, please.”

“Benny.” You stated firmly, not able to take any more of this. Your hands pressed into his shoulders, effectively pinning him to the bed.

His eyes snapped open, a ragged gasp leaving his lips. You sat back, giving him space to get his bearings. He panted.

His eyes moved wildly, looking around the room, darting, before finally landing on you. He sighed, leaning back on the pillow, hands shaking as he brought them up to wipe down his face.

“J-Jesus,” he whispered shakily, still trying to catch his breath.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a clap of thunder sounded, making both you and Benny jump. He stiffened up again, seemingly folding in on himself.

“S-sorry, honey.” He said, voice shot. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.” He sounded on the verge of a panic attack, his breaths coming out in deep, shallow pants.

“You didn’t,” you said, trying to meet his eyes, but his were blank, haunted as he breathed deeply.

Oh shit, you thought. You knew where this was going.

“Okay,” you said, pulling him to sit up, and sitting criss-cross in front of him. “Benny,” you started, bending your head to meet his eyes. “Benny,” you said more firmly this time. His panicked eyes met yours. “Okay, I need you to breathe, okay, Ben? Can you do that?”

“I—I don't know,” he said, scared, out of breath. “I can’t,”

“Okay,” you said, trying to sound as calm as you could, wanting so desperately to help the man in front of you.

You thought back to your last panic attack, at the museum with Will. You knew exactly what to do.

“Just look at me, Benny.” You said, and his eyes met yours. You brought his hand up to your chest, scooting closer to him. “Okay, feel that?” He nodded.

“Okay, breathe with me. When I breathe, you breathe, got it?” You inhaled deeply, still holding his hand right below your collarbone. He nodded with you, breathing in raggedly. Still, it was a start.

“Good,” You cooed. “Now exhale. Good. Deep inhale.”

He breathed with you for a few minutes, eyes never leaving yours. Sometime in that time, his other hand found your hip, gripping it tightly, like a lifeline. Eventually, his breathing evened a bit. He was still trembling.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, sheepish. You shook your head, nudging him.

“Hey.” You said firmly. “Stop that. It’s okay. I get them too, sometimes.”

He smiled gratefully at you, eyes softer than you’d seen them.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, still quiet, not wanting to break whatever this was. He sighed.

“I was back,” he swallowed. “Back over there. Bombs, blood, carnage.” He looked grave. You squeezed his knee.

“Do they happen often?”

“No,” he began. “Only when—“

Another clap of thunder, and Benny’s grip on your hip tightened, unconsciously pulling you closer. He squeezed his eyes tight.

“The storm?” You asked. He nodded, sheepish.

“It’s like,” he paused. “When they happen, either I can’t sleep and I’m a nervous wreck all night, or,” he sighed. “Or I can and I have these nightmares. It’s like, I can’t catch a break.”

“Does anything help?” You whispered, desperate to help him. You peeked over at the clock. 2:00 a.m.

“Sometimes, Will would—“ he stopped himself, shaking his head. “Nevermind.”

“No,” you said, with maybe too much force, “Benny, Will would do what?”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“He would—just, sometimes when we were deployed or—or I would get really bad, he’d,” he stopped, squeezing his eyes shut. “He would let me, like, listen to his heart. To give me something else to focus on. Like, his pulse or something.”

You blanched.

Oh. Oh.

He took your silence for awkwardness.

“You know, nevermind, it’s okay,” he began to move back, but you caught him by both arms, earnest.

“No!” You insisted. “No, it’s fine.”

He let out a breath. A beat of silence passed.

“I’ll,” you paused, swallowing. “You can—listen to my heart. If you want.” You added the last part lamely.

“Honey,” he sounded desperate, straining. You weren’t sure why. “You don’t have to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable—“

“Benny,” you glared at him. “I think we’re past that.”

He looked at you, brows pulled together in uncertainty.

“I mean, you were between my legs earlier—“

“Oh my god,” he laughed. Finally. A genuine smile out of him. You smiled back, falling back onto your side of the bed and getting comfortable on your own pillow. You opened the covers, looking over at him.

“Come here,” you said, and he obeyed.

He settled his head against your collarbone, his hips settling between yours, his arms braces under your back. He was wary to put his whole weight on you.

“Benny, are you gonna lie down, or are you just gonna hover?”

“I don’t wanna crush you—“ he began, obviously still nervous.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his shoulders and pulling down to you, prompting an “oof,” from him.

As if on queue, another crack of thunder boomed, his grip tightening around your middle. He let out a breath that brushed your collarbone. You tried to ignore how it made you feel.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked, shaky. You ran a hand through his hair without thinking. He shivered against you.

“Yeah, Ben.” You said softly. “It’s okay. Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” he breathed, barely audible, before sighing again. This time, in relief. He sagged against you.

You scratched your nails over his scalp, and pretended to ignore the noise that escaped him in response. Your fingers threaded through his hair, trying to sleep yourself, enjoying Benny’s warm, firm weight on top of you entirely too much. After a moment, Benny spoke again.

“Honey,” he mumbled.

“Mmhm,” you hummed.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t respond, only tugged a little on his hair, exhaling deeply.

He was asleep within minutes.

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