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orange juice (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | inspired by noah kahn's incredible music

content warning: mentions of drinking and drug use; mentions of abuse; mentions of bodily harm (vague, non-graphic); sexual content | feel free to message me with questions of detail if any of this concerns you before reading!

word count: 7.5k

blurb: in the most unlikely of settings, you and JJ reunite after five years apart in radio silence.

“You know, on my way here, I saw a dead rat.”

A cloud of cigarette smoke dispels into the air.

“It was funny, you know? Cause I felt bad that it was dead, even though it was a rat. I mean, I knew nobody was going to miss it, and that it didn’t have any rat family or friends which would mourn it or anything. But still…It looked like it had been hit by a car, and it was only small so it didn’t look very old, and it seemed so harmless lying there. It probably had a million and one diseases, but just laying there, it seemed harmless. And it felt weird to be sad about this thing dying which would have only maybe caused more damage if it had stayed alive – nibbling through electrical wires and all that.”

JJ takes another drag of his cigarette as he digests the anecdote.

“Anyway. This just made me think of that,” you quietly finish before sinking back into the silence.

“Did you just compare my dad’s funeral to a dead rat?”

You clear your throat. JJ watches in his peripheral as you look down at your feet and fidget your fingers.

“Shit, I guess I did.”

His eyes cut ahead the moment yours seem to flick up.

“Can’t believe that’s the first thing I’ve said to you in years.”

JJ inhales and exhales the nicotine of his cigarette. “Well, I can.”

That makes you laugh. Small and sheltered.

“I weren’t sure that you were going to come,” JJ tells you.

“Could say the same thing to you,” you reply.

Sighing, he drops the cigarette and crushes it under the heel of his boot. He probably should have worn smarter shoes. But then, why would he? Waste of money and space in his truck. Not like his dad was going to see them anyway.

“I only decided yesterday. Practically drove all night.” As if reminding himself of the sleep deprivation, JJ lets out a yawn.

“How is it, being back in Kildare?” you wonder.

JJ shrugs. “Weird. But also not weird at all. I guess I just feel old. I was driving through town and everything looks different.”

“I mean, it has been five years.”

“Jesus,” JJ chuckles, shaking his head. Had it really been that long?

He shoves his hands in his pant pockets and finally finds the nerve to take you in. His eyes scan over you like one might survey potential damage to a car after a close call. He never lets them go below your waist though. As if losing nerve, he flicks them back up to your head and meets your eyes.

“You look well.”

“Thanks. Right back at ya,” you smile.

With that smile – sweet and simple – JJ finds himself being hurled back through time to his teen years. The reminiscing of his youth and the memories that your presence stirs up feels like reflecting on a past life. Something that he almost had, and something that he didn’t exactly lose, but something that changed.

Everything had changed, really. The streets that he used to drive down with his friends, running away from security and darting to and from keggers and house parties, they all had new homes, new paint, new families. Old mom-and-pop shops were now trendy smoothie spots and hippie bars. Empty plots of land that were a good spot to share a joint had now been bought and developed into stylish holiday rentals. None of JJ’s family was left here, not even his cousin. None of his friends were here anymore either. Well, except for you. Is that what you were to him? A friend?

“It was a nice service,” you say.

“Was it?”

For someone like Luke Maybank, ‘nice’ is probably a generous term for a funeral service that’s void of cheery anecdotes and tender memories. It’s a shame that all the memories JJ held in high regard of his father – of the moments that they were bonded and close – often came with the overarching theme of alcohol or drugs. He wasn’t sure there was ever a genuine moment shared between the two. Whatever praise and pride he gathered from his dad was short lived and sparse. When his dad left the island on the boat he stole, JJ never heard from him again. And now he never would.

“Did they ask if you wanted to say anything?”

“What’s there to say? He was a guy and he died in a bender. Short and simple, I guess.”

You nod and go silent once more.

JJ knows that his answer evaded the politeness markers of small talk, but it was true. Luke Maybank was a human who lived on this earth with no mark to be left apart from those which he laid on his own child. The only way that he’d be remembered was in the nightmares that still sometimes have JJ waking up in cold sweats and reaching for the box of cigarettes by his bed.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have come,” you say.

“No, it’s not…” JJ shakes his head and offers you a smile, but he knows it looks unnatural. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling right now. Perhaps everything, if that’s even possible. “I’m glad you came. I’m just tired and…well, you know.”

The funeral of my father.

“Right. Of course.”

He watches you tuck your hair behind your ears and glance towards the graves. He remembers how you used to do that when you were both younger. It was funny to him: you’d go through the fuss of trying your hair back in one way or another, but you’d always leave out a couple of strands. “To frame my face” you’d tell him, and then you’d precede to spend the rest of the day tucking your hair behind your ears. He liked it though. When you’d be concentrating on something, like surfing or fixing something up or writing, you’d lean forward and they’d come lose and hang over your pretty features. He’d want to mess with them; tuck them behind your ears for you. Sometimes he did. He remembers when you’d be on top of him, kissing him senseless, and they’d come lose and tickle his face. Somehow it would make the whole thing more sensual, with his laughs and your giggles.

He feels his face flush as the memories of nights like those creep back into his head. He shouldn’t think of you like that, not after all this time. Not with how things turned out. And especially not at his father’s funeral.

JJ had come over to you once his father was safely tucked away in the ground, six feet under. You’d attended the service at the church, hiding near the back, and then the burial, and as everybody else departed to give JJ ‘a moment’ (whatever the hell that meant), he’d turned to find you stood near a bench, lost in thought.

“It was nice of you to come,” JJ thanks.

“I’m surprised none of the others are here.”

“They don’t know. I sort of kept it close to the chest,” JJ admits. “I’m actually impressed by the turnout.”

You go to laugh and JJ sees you stifle it. It helps him ease up, smile a real smile for a second, as wicked as that sounds.

“People have layers, I guess.”

“Not my dad.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

You meet his gaze again. Your eyes make it clear that you haven’t shed a tear and neither had JJ. He wasn’t sure if maybe that would come later, once the so-called shock had worn off. He doubted it though. And yet, there was a haze of sadness about him. Death is weird as a whole. The death of a parent like JJ’s, even weirder. Maybe it wasn’t just the funeral causing the sadness. Maybe it was you.

JJ makes a move to leave but before he can even shift his foot one whole step, you’re talking.

“Do you wanna come back to mine? We could catch up. I’m sure you’ve been doing all sorts since I last saw you. Maybe have a drink or two, for old times’ sake?”

“Oh, I don’t drink anymore.”

“Oh,” you say. A pause for thought, then, “well, I have orange juice.”

It’s a strange thing to offer in place of a bottle of beer or glass of wine. Most people would say a cup of coffee. But no - orange juice: that’s where your mind went. It makes JJ smile. It seems so on-par for you to offer him that.

“Okay. Sure. Orange juice sounds good.”

“Do you need a moment, before we leave?” you ask, glancing back over your shoulder to the gravesite of JJ’s deceased father.

The dirt atop of his plot is fresh and stark brown against the green grass. JJ stares a second. The groundkeeper is dusting some muck off the gravestone. The funeral director had offered him a fine granite with award winning chiselling, after recognising JJ from the articles of El Dorado and assuming some high-placed budget. JJ had opted for a simple thing though. Cheap and likely to be hard to read within half a decade. It’s what Luke deserved. Probably what he would have invested into JJ, if the roles were reversed.

“No, I don’t. We can go,” JJ says, voice vacant. He looks back to you. “I’ll drive.”

You don’t live in your childhood home anymore. The place that you’ve settled in is a small home in a sweet looking neighbourhood. In fact, it seems the only part of Kildare that feels familiar to JJ. The front garden is quaint but well kept, with trimmed grass and flower beds that clearly garner a lot of attention and care. The fence is in need of a lick of paint: the blue fading and peeling. A sticky note is attached to the door frame of the front door and it makes JJ smile. ‘Doorbell’s fucked – shout “ding dong” really loud’.

“This is a step up,” JJ says.

“Nice, right? My neighbour is a dick though. Always complaining that I leave my driveway light on in the middle of the night. As if I can even afford to that.”

JJ chuckles as he follows you inside. There’s an instant warm smell that hits him. JJ can’t seem to describe it in any other way than that it smells like you. The interior is safe and homely. The wallpaper and wooden floors pair nicely with the throw pillows and crystals and plants and flowers. Fairy lights are strung from end to end. A kitchen, open plan, feeds nicely into a sitting room. A dining table is tucked in the corner which seemingly functions more as a desk: books piled atop with sheets of paper strewn out. There’s a small corridor to the right and the walls are lined with framed pictures which JJ can’t make out from where he’s stood. He assumes it must lead to a bathroom and bedroom. It isn’t unlived in though. There’s a small pile of clothes which need ironing; they’re sat in a basket, next to the TV. Near the backdoor is an arts and crafts project of some kind strewn about on the floor in organised chaos, blocking the exit.

It's still early in the afternoon so you don’t bother flicking on a light, instead opting to soak in the last few hours of daylight before dusk. Kie used to compare you to a cat, basking in the sun and chasing the rays until there was none left to follow.

JJ closes the door behind him and leans against it.

“You can take your shoes off, if you want.”

“Alright,” he mumbles. He toes them off and kicks them to the side, amongst a pile of your own. He notices how there’s nobody else’s shoes there: just yours, and now his.

You pour out two glasses of orange juice and turn around, handing one to him. He takes it, lost in thought. It all feels surreal, stood here with you, after a five-year pause. When you go to the sofa to sit, he assumes he should follow. You sit on opposite ends. A part of him wonders why you haven’t stretched out your legs and dumped your feet in his lap. ‘These stink’, JJ jokes, poking your toes. You wiggle his fingers off. ‘Shut up, no they don’t.’ Force of habit: he always seems to get stuck on that past. Instead, you go to pull one of your legs up onto the sofa, and JJ flicks his eyes around the room another time. He sips his juice.

“So…” You start. “Any news?”

“Well, my dad died, so there’s that.”

You kick out your leg, aiming for his thigh. “Come on now. Be serious.”

“I am; you were at the funeral. Thought you might remember that,” JJ jokes.

Rolling your eyes mirthfully, you have a sip of your juice. The sun paints shapes on the coffee table, weaving through the thin curtains that line your window. It makes your skin glow, healthy and happy. He’s torn between staring at your face and remembering every detail of your features and avoiding you completely.

“When did you move in here? It’s nice.”

“About two years ago. Mom and dad are still at the old place. They’ve rented out my room though, for tourists and stuff.”

“That’s nice of them,” JJ snorts. “How’s your brother? Is he doing good?”

“He is. He’s at college actually. Graduates later this year.”

“The fuck? That’s so trippy,” JJ mumbles, almost to himself.

JJ can remember your brother as nothing more than a preteen, sulking around the house and begging for rides to soccer practice. Now he’s nearly got a whole ass degree. His eyes naturally fixate on the dining-table-come-desk in the corner.

“What do you do for work then?”

“I’m a teacher at Kildare high.”

Of course you are. JJ smiles, eyes still fixated on the table. It seems to prompt you to continue.

“It’s kinda weird sometimes cause some of the old farts still work there,” you say.

“Oh shit. Mr Rumble still there?” JJ asks, perking up a little, meeting your gaze.

You laugh. “Mr Rummel does still work there, yeah. Still likes to bring you up to me, actually.”

“Really? In what way?”

“Just likes to add the odd little ‘you remember when your boyfriend used to steal my stapler’ kinda things.”

JJ’s laugh is different this time. The word ‘boyfriend’ coming out of your mouth has his thoughts short circuiting. You glance down at your juice and swirl it around the cup.

“Anyway, it’s a pretty good gig. I like teaching, and I actually think I’m making a difference to some of these kids lives sometimes, which is sort of strange.”

“I bet you are. You were always good at helping people,” JJ tells you. Your smile turns soft.

“Thanks, JayJ.”

The nickname is like another sucker punch to the chest. JJ takes it like a champ. Washes it down with water; pretends there’s vodka in there somewhere.

“How are the others, then?” you ask. “How are they?”

“Good. Happy. John B and Sarah are expecting a kid soon.”

“Fuck off.”

“No joke,” JJ laughs. He leans back into the sofa, reclining in the soft throw pillows. It’s strange how easily relaxed he is in this new setting. “They’re debating between two names. Esmeralda or Eton.”

“No. Please God, tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish,” JJ snorts. “Not that I got much of a leg to stand on.”

“What do you mean?” you frown. You lean over and place your juice down on the coffee table.

“JJ? Kinda dumb name.” JJ has a sip of his own before mirroring your actions.

“Hardly. ‘John James’ is pretty proper sounding to me.”

“Meh.” JJ shrugs and props an arm up on the back of the sofa.

“What about Kie, and Pope?”

“Kie is on her environmentalist shit. Investing in rebuilding the coral and things. Pope is studying like crazy. Got a good job lined up too.”

“Only Pope would get a degree when he has literal gold in his savings,” you chuckle. “Didn’t you buy a shop too, or something?”

“A little surf shop with John B, yeah,” JJ nods, smiling proud. The surf shop is something that he would always take pride in. What felt like a pipedream was now his nine-to-five. “It’s doing real good, actually. We’re thinking about expanding.”

“Well, that’s good,” you say, nodding. The two of you lock eyes. Your smile holds steady. “I’m happy for you, JJ. Really.”

“Thanks,” he says. “I’m glad you’re doing good, too.”

And now the polite small talk is over and the catch-up is done. It’s so bizarre seeing someone again after so long. So many things in life have passed – relationships, jobs, fights, conversations, achievements, ailments – but when you finally come to sum it up, it only takes ten minutes. Going through a heartbreak lasts for months, but then a year later and the relationship is summed up in a sentence or two. Time doesn’t only heal, but it also shrinks. It seems to have shrunk whatever used to exist between yourself and JJ too, as you both sit, searching for things to talk about which avoid the dark and ugly. Things which avoid the obvious.

“Do you think you’ll stick around in Kildare for a bit?”

“I don’t know. I ain't really thought about it,” JJ admits. “I weren't even sure if I was gonna go to the funeral.”

“Where are you staying tonight?” you wonder.

He laughs to himself and shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “I have no idea. Probably just crash in my truck.”

“You’re loaded as fuck and you’re gonna crash in your truck?” you laugh. It isn’t mean when you say it. Just amused.

“I don’t know. You don’t really get used to having money when you grew up without it. I still feel guilty buying a new pair of boots or something when my old ones ain't coming apart at the soles and shit.”

You nod. “That makes sense. Eminem had a similar thing.”

“Yeah, I’ve always thought me and Eminem were similar,” JJ deadpans.

It seems to strike well with you because you’re cracking up, laughing like he’s just told the best joke you’ve ever heard. He smiles. He always liked making you laugh. You have a horrendous laugh: truly awful. Cats in a bag being bashed against the wall-howling dog parade level of terrible. JJ loved it though. He used to tickle you just to hear it. Watching you now, head titled back, eyes shut and mouth agape, guffawing like a damn hyena…He feels like throwing up.

“Sorry, that…That was good,” you chuckle, wiping your eyes and catching your breath. “You were always good at making me laugh.”

“Fuck knows why,” JJ chuckles.

“Cause you’re funny,” you reply, as if its obvious. “You were always funny.”

It’s strange how the tone of the conversation rises and falls like a mountain range the longer the two of you sit on the sofa.

Your smile turns sombre, like when someone reminisces over a funny memory of their dead pet. Nice at first, amused, and then dampened with the reminder that those times have passed.

“It’s weird, to be honest. You’re so different now but you’re also still JJ.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. You glance around the room for a moment, as if you’d find the answer hidden in code on the spine of the books stacked on the windowsill. You look at him again. “Your face looks different.”

“It does?” JJ asks. He lifts a hand and strokes his jaw. He could do with a shave, he supposes. The vanity tries to bite through to ask how, but before he can, you’re talking again.

“You don’t drink,” you add, nodding to the orange juice still sat on the coffee table. “You’re quieter. Less…”

You seem to lose the words and so you gesture with your hands. Explosion.

“Calmer. Sadder, but not sad.”

“I can’t tell if these are good things or not,” JJ says, half-joking.

“You look at me different too.”

That makes him pause. He meets your eyes and holds your gaze, steady. The whole room shifts in a moment, from carefree catch-up to tense confrontation.

“Different?”

“Yeah. You look at me different.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” JJ mutters, going to reach for his drink.

“Yes, you do, JJ.”

Your smile is gone now. He can tell, catching it from his peripheral. Suddenly he doesn’t want to be here. Doesn’t want to be in Kildare, doesn’t want to be in this house, in this room.

“You could at least acknowledge it, you know?”

“I don’t understand—”

“It’s actually more rude to not acknowledge it,” you snip.

“I’m not being rude, I’m just making conversation. You’re the one who’s got me on blast like you’re some God damn therapist,” JJ hits back, meeting your steely stare.

“You feel like you’re on blast?”

“I feel like I’m being observed, that’s for fucking sure.”

“Maybe you are. Maybe you are being observed, JJ,” you return, voice harsh and cutting like how a blade slices through paper. “Because it’s fucking weird having you back.”

“You’re the one that invited me here.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” you say.

JJ takes a breath and closes his eyes. The anger never went away, despite what you’ve just told him, he just got older. Got better at hiding it. Got enough money to try therapy. He takes another moment to breathe through it. Push it down his throat and back into his stomach and let it burn out in the acid.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly say. The venom is gone. “I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”

He isn’t sure why – can’t pinpoint a perfect reason behind it – but behind his eyelids, JJ feels tears swell. Feels his lips twitch like a child when they hit their funny bone. His next breath in is shaky.

“JJ?”

“Just…”

His voice cracks and he clears it, shaking his head. He wants to open his eyes but he’s scared he’ll start crying, and he’s not doing that, not right now, not today. It’s not even you. You’d seen him cry before. Held him through it and patched him up; made him smile after the sadness. But he refuses to cry today because he can’t give his dad that satisfaction, even if it’s not about him. Opening his eyes, no tears escape. He reaches for the juice and downs it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he snaps. Then, softer, “please.”

You nod. There’s a quiet. Then, you move to stand and he closes his eyes again because it’s a struggle for you to stand. It’s a struggle. He rubs a hand over his mouth as if trying to shove the welling emotions back inside. There’s the sound of running water in the background as JJ tries to gather himself. The crack-crack-crack of a gas stove turning on and then the clink of metal on metal. You’ve put the kettle on, boiling water. There’s the tinker of porcelain mugs being taken off a stand. He seems to zone in on the peaceful sounds of you making coffee.

When you pour water into the mugs, he remembers the sound of your voice years back. ‘Did you know humans have the ability to hear the difference between hot and cold water being poured?’ ‘Why the fuck do you know that?’ ‘I don’t know. Just thought it was interesting.’

As the teaspoon repeatedly brushes against the inside of the cup as you stir in the instant coffee and milk, JJ finally feels all the emotions even out. As your footsteps make their way back over to him, you flick on the lamp by the front door. JJ opens his eyes to see you place a steaming cup of Joe in front of him on the coffee table. The mug is cute. It’s peach pink and says “I’m drinking tea instead of committing crimes” on the front in an innocent type-writer print.

“Cute mug.”

“Thanks. Thought of you.”

He silently laughs. You sit closer to him this time and your mug sits next to his. There’s no funny quote written across the paint. Then your hand is on his back, barely rubbing him, and it hits JJ that this is the first time you’ve touched him in five years.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” you tell him. “It ain’t my place to say any of that. Especially not today.”

“It’s true, though. That’s the kicker, ain’t it? That it’s true,” JJ replies.

He sighs and leans back, sitting upright once more. Your hand falls away and you clasp it in the other in your lap. He glances down and takes in your side profile. That stupid piece of hair has come lose again, fallen in your face. He distracts his twitching fingers by twisting one of his rings.

“I’m okay, you know,” you tell him. You look up and meet his eyes. Yours are damp with emotion, just like his were moments earlier. “I’m really okay.”

“You almost weren’t though.”

“Is that the problem? That I almost wasn’t?”

“It’s not the problem. You were never a problem.”

“I ain't mean it like that,” you tell him. You shake your head and JJ isn’t entirely sure why. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Am I the reason that you left Kildare?”

A bird calls outside and JJ seems to latch onto it like a lifeline. That question makes him feel stranded and scared. He wasn’t ready for it despite being fully prepared.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I…It ain't that simple.”

“Can you explain it to me, maybe?” you wonder. There’s no wrath to your tone anymore – no vendetta against him. There’s just curiosity and care, and this wonderful tenderness that JJ always associated with you from day one, when you offered him your cap to keep his hair off his face.

“I didn’t like the person I was in Kildare.”

“Okay,” you quietly say.

“I didn’t like how I acted. I didn’t like how reckless I was, and how I didn’t care who got hurt in the process.”

“Like me?”

JJ swallows. He doesn’t tear his eyes from yours though. “Yeah. Like you.”

“Okay,” you repeat, quieter still, nodding.

“After El Dorado, coming back here, everything felt tainted. I just…I needed to escape it. My dad and my past and…And you. I couldn’t face it. I felt like I’d caused some freak accident and had gotten away, and then I'd come back to face the aftermath and I just couldn’t stomach it. I just ran.”

You nod.

“I just ran,” he hears himself repeat. “And I’m not proud of it. Of any of it.”

“Okay.”

“And I wanted to fix things, but I didn’t know how. Every time I thought of coming back to Kildare, or picking up the phone, or going on Instagram and finding you…I just got so fucking scared, like a stupid shithead kid. I was so scared of becoming the guy I was again.”

And, again, you nod. When he doesn’t continue, you fill the space. “How long have you been sober?”

“The minute I left Kildare.”

“Fuck.”

“Cold turkey. It sucked ass. It still does. You don’t miss it any less. I miss the rage too, sometimes. I miss my dad sometimes, too. Miss him beating on me. How fucked up is that? That I miss him beating on me?”

You don’t seem to know what to say to that. You just look down at the coffee mugs and watch how the steam is slowly but surely going away.

“I am sorry. I know that ain't worth anything, but I am sorry.”

“It is worth something.” You clear your throat, voice coming out stronger when you say, “It’s worth everything.”

Your smile comes back, timid and tiny. You meet eyes for the millionth time that night.

“It feels like I’ve been ready for you to come back, for so long, and now you’re actually here and…I don’t even know where to start.” He watches your tongue dart out and wet your lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to look so good.”

“Disappointed?”

“Massively. I would have got my ass in the gym more if I knew it was a Goddamn competition.”

JJ smiles. “You were always a sore loser.”

“Says you,” you snort.

There’s another peak in the conversation after the long slug of the last dip. It’s so bizarre. So wonderfully bizarre.

“I’m proud of you, for getting sober. Do you feel better for it?”

“Depends.”

“Well, you look better for it,” you say.

“You’re drooling, I think,” JJ teases, reaching a finger out to prod your cheek.

Rolling your eyes, you mirthfully bat his hand away. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Well, withdrawal does crazy things,” he quips back.

You chuckle and shake your head. “I missed you like crazy.”

“I miss you too.”

Your lips part a little with that. Miss. You seem to hesitate to hold his gaze then, like it’s too intense. JJ feels as though he can see every emotion flash across your face in a second, like watching a car crash in slow motion. Surprise, shock, joy, anger, then sadness. It’s that sadness that hammers hard when you speak, voice weak.

“You left without saying anything, JJ. For five years. You just left me.”

“Don’t make it sound like that. Like I abandoned you.”

“But you did,” you whisper. The tears are back. You’ve both fallen from the top of the mountain. “You abandoned me.”

“You don’t get it,” JJ replies, voice suddenly thick.

“I was in it with you.”

“You didn’t see it,” JJ forces out. His tears are falling: they didn’t wait this time. “You didn’t see how it looked – how you looked. You looked so fucking fragile and tiny and small and your leg was so bent and twisted and black – it was black – and I thought you were already dead.”

Your breathing is shaky and broken. The two of you sit on your sofa in the sunset, eyes locked, tears streaming, chests heaving like you’ve run a marathon. The word ‘dead’ hangs in the air and haunts the room.

“I thought you were dead, and I thought it was because of me.”

“Do you hate me for it?”

“Why the fuck would I—”

“Because I didn’t die? Do you hate me for it?”

JJ blinks back his bewilderment. He physically shifts back in his seat, as if you just spat in his face. Horrified, he tells you, “Of course I don’t. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because I’m still here, JJ. But you acted like I wasn’t for five years. You didn’t even come see me in the hospital. Didn’t sit with me in the ambulance. Hell, you can’t even look at my leg now! You think I didn’t notice? At the graveyard, and now. You think I can’t see it on your face?”

JJ whispers your name in a tearful plea. Stop.

“I’m still here, JJ. And I invited you back here, and I went to the funeral, because I wanted to see you.”

“To show me what I did?” JJ asks, harsher than needed.

You hold his gaze. “To show you I’m okay.”

He shakes his head, insistent. “It was my fault. If I hadn’t been drinking and if I’d been thinking straight, I would have never let you jump off the bike like that. It was fucking reckless and stupid and I would never, ever do it again. It was all my fault.”

“I don’t care who’s fault it was, JJ,” you whisper. Your hand reaches out and traces his cheek and jaw, and he can’t help but lean into your warm touch. There you sit, cradling his face as if he was the victim in this whole thing. It calms him almost immediately. “Nobody forced me on that bike. Nobody forced me to jump, not even you.”

“I shouldn’t have let you.”

“JJ,” you sigh.

He closes his eyes as you shift in your spot, and somehow you end up with your forehead pressed against his. He reaches out one of his hands for the other of yours that rests in your lap and he clenches it, tight. You’re both still crying but they’re silent tears now.

“I forgive you, JJ.”

He shakes his head whilst you nod.

“Yes, I do, I forgive you. I always have. You know why?”

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move.

“Because you were dealt the shitest hand I’ve ever known and look who you are. You’re sober, and you're healthy, and you have loving friends and a steady income and a job which you love, and a boathouse, and so much of your life left. And you didn’t kill anyone. You didn’t kill me, JJ. You didn’t even lose me.”

“I don’t—”

“We’re more than our mistakes.”

When JJ opens his eyes, you pull back enough to let him meet your gaze. As if you know what he’s about to ask, you smile. That smile…JJ feels like he’s coming home.

“You’re more than your mistakes, JJ.”

The moment his lips slot against yours, tentative and hesitant, like a bird exploring new ground for the first time, he’s home. There’s hardly a moment of reluctance, of confusion and mismatch from the time passed, before you’re kissing him back. The softness of your lips against his and the brush of your tongue. The sigh in your voice and the tilt of your head. It’s so seamless and sweet and safe. JJ feels safe here, with you. He feels like all the shit doesn’t matter. He feels like sober might actually be synonymous with happiness, with you. When he lies you down on the sofa, JJ doesn’t want to leave this room, this house, or Kildare. He wants to stay here, worshipping you, breathing you in until you consume all of his senses, because after five years, nothing has made him feel as alive as this. As you.

Everything is a wonderful illusion of being rushed and well-paced all at once. He revels in the way your skin gives gently beneath the scrape of his teeth. When he sucks at your throat, the skin is so delicate, and this close to you JJ can smell nothing but your perfume. He wants to fucking drown in it.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he pants. You’re gasping too. Fingers sliding through his hair, down his sides, along his face.

“I missed you,” you whine.

And that phrase gets repeated over and over like a mantra or a prayer. He hears himself whispering it against your skin with every button he undoes on your blouse. Basks in the sound of your voice, older and mature but still you, as you say it whilst pushing his dress shirt off his shoulder.

There’s a stalling pause when his fingers finish tracing down your stomach to your pants. You seem to notice it. Your hand comes to his face and thumbs at his cheek. They’re still sticky from dried tears.

“JJ,” you whisper, coaxing his attention back to your face. You’re glowing. You’re happy, you’re healthy, and you’re here. “It’s okay.” Nodding, you repeat. “It’s okay.”

Then, he watches your own fingers land on the button of your pants, slowly undoing it. Then the other and the third until they’re lose. He watches you wriggle out of them, pulling them down, struggling somewhat from the tight position on the sofa. Watches the scars emerge, faint but clear, and how they grow and spread like ivy on the side of a house. They merge with the cellulite and stretch marks. With a random bruise you must’ve gotten from hitting your leg on the table the other day. They’re a part of you – plain and simple. At the knee, there’s the connection for your prosthetic right leg. Once your trousers are off, JJ finds himself reaching out to touch it. This thing that he was partly responsible for, this marvel of medicine, the reason you can walk. He loves it and hates it desperately all at once. Glancing back up to your face, you’re watching him just as carefully as he was watching you. But you’re smiling.

“You’re okay,” JJ finds himself saying quietly. Because you are. You’re here, laying almost bare before him, just like you had years before.

“It’s rude to make a girl wait, JJ,” you tease.

With that, JJ’s smile is blossoming back like the returning of spring flowers following a brutal winter. He leans forward and catches himself above you with his arms, kissing you like you’re all the oxygen in the world. Your left leg rubs at his calf, still covered by his trousers, and you giggle against his mouth.

“Fuck, I missed this,” you say. “I missed you.”

“How much?”

“So much,” you say.

“Oh yeah? What’d you miss?” JJ persists, kissing down your neck.

“Your mouth,” you say through a moan. His hands slip behind your back and unclasp your bra. You arch your back enough for him to tug it off.

“My mouth?” he wonders, breathing it against your skin. You’re practically writhing. JJ laughs. “What about my mouth?”

“Don’t be a jackass, JJ,” you mutter.

“You want my mouth?”

“Yes,” you quietly beg.

“You do?” he checks, kissing over your breast, sucking at your nipple. “Where do you want it?”

“You fucking know where,” you sigh, impatience shining through.

He grins at the sudden hitch of your moan as he softly nips at the sensitive skin around your nipple. Then he’s kissing down your stomach until finally his fingers hook into the sides of your panties. He slowly, tauntingly, pulls them down. You kick them off at the ankles, a clear act of frustration, and he bites back his laugh.

“What? Here?” JJ plants a kiss to your hipbone. “You want my mouth here? Or…”

Another kiss, to your pelvic bone.

“Here?”

“Fuck you, Maybank.”

“You wanna?”

“I swear to fucking God,” you huff, laughing through the annoyance.

With that, JJ settles himself between your legs and praises you like you deserve to be. The noises you make are downright evil, considering he can do nothing about it and has to hold it together. You taste so familiar on his tongue.

“Fucking missed you,” he groans against you.

When he sucks on your clit, your hands latch into his hair. Your back is arching and you’re gasping and panting and desperate, and JJ feels like a young God. Pulling back, he slips a finger into your hole and it welcomes him so easily. He cusses at how wet you are.

“Come on baby. Come on, I know you’re close.”

The tells of your body haven’t changed since the last time you two were in this position. The way your mouth hangs open in a silent moan when you fall over the edge is so surreal to see after five years apart. He feels you spasms around him and basks in the scratch of your nails against his scalp as you try to ground yourself. He hardly has time to suck his fingers clean before your pulling his mouth to yours and kissing him stupid.

“Fucking missed you,” you repeat against his mouth, making him laugh. “Nobody fucks me as good as you.”

“Jesus Christ, you can’t say shit like that,” JJ chuckles. “Won’t last.”

“Don’t care,” you say. “Only thing bigger than your ego is your dick.”

JJ can’t help but laugh at that. He loves your giggles in response. And then your hands are shoving at his trousers and the humour is gone, replaced with nothing but raw lust and desperation. There’s nothing performative about it, when the two of you hurry to strip his clothes away as soon as possible. He takes note to get his socks off. You’d always had a weird thing about it, sex in socks, and nothing was going to taint this night. Not after so long.

Being inside you…JJ missed it more than all the alcohol and weed in the world. Nothing compared to the feeling of you clenching around him. The vice of your leg hitched up and over his back as he grips into your thigh, mean and firm, perfecting the angle. The senseless, endless whines falling from your agape mouth, eyes closed tight, lost in the feeling of it. JJ wants nothing to be less than perfect for you, for this. Every stroke, every kiss, every clench of his fingers…it all has to be perfect. He knows when you’re close and he’s more than fucking relieved. It’s taking everything in him not to come. He needs you to fall over the edge first.

“Do the thing,” you whine. “Do the thing, John.”

With that, JJ remembers five years back, to late nights and later mornings spent rolling in bed with you. He bites into his lip, holding back his shit-eating grin as the memories flood back, and he leans forward to your ear. Gently taking the lobe within his teeth, he croons into the shell of your ear.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

And finally, you fall apart, taking JJ with you like you always would.

When the high finally passes and the endorphins settle down, the two of you are laying on the sofa, only covered by a throw blanket JJ had dragged down from the back of the sofa. You’ve somehow shuffled so you’re laying mostly atop of him. His arms are locked around your damp stomach like a vice, nose nestled into your hair, just behind your ear, breathing you in with every inhale.

“Will you stay in Kildare, just for a short while? For me?”

JJ wants to laugh but he knows how wrong that would be in this moment. The humour doesn’t come from the question, but from the notion that he’d leave after finally having you back in his life, safe and happy, after five long years.

“Anything,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your hair. Anything for you.

“You look like shit by the way,” JJ says.

His hands are warm in his cargo pant pockets. Head tilted down and gaze steady, he sighs.

“Guess you didn’t have chance to clean up though, right?”

Shockingly, the gravestone says nothing back. Well, says nothing asides form Luke Maybank in barely legible font.

It still feels surreal, that his dad is gone. That they’d never remedy anything, or even attempt to fix their relationship. That JJ wouldn’t be able to face him and show him what he’d become. How he’d risen past it all and grown from the pain and the agony. That he’d taken the shitty hand that he was dealt and turned it into nothing but flushes and full houses. That he hadn’t grown into a petty criminal or a tax-evading lowlife, but a strong, good-willed, well-intentioned man. The thought, bittersweet at heart, makes him smile.

“I’m happy dad. I know you probably hate that, being dead and all, but I am.”

As if on cue, there’s the high pitch giggles from afar that catch JJ’s attention. He glances over to spot you and your wonderful mini-you, sitting on your shoulders, waving at him. He waves back, small and short, smiling.

“I’m glad you never met her,” JJ tells his dad, never tearing his eyes away from the pair of you. You ease her off your shoulders and take her hand, pointing to a small bed of daffodils. “I was so scared I’d be bad at this. I was so scared that I’d be like you.”

She’s so fragile as she picks a flower free from the bunch, holding it by the stem, up to you. You nod and presumably smile in approval.

“But I’ll never be like you. She’ll never know what it feels like to live in fear,” JJ states, firmly. He looks back down to the grave. “I’m not your mistakes, and I’m not mine.”

He lowers to a squat and wipes some of the dirt off the stone, revealing the dates. “Happy birthday, dad. You suck, and I hope you’re finally at peace.”

“Daddy, daddy…”

There’s an insistent tug at his jacket sleeve. JJ smiles and looks down at the best mistake he ever made. Mistake is a strong word. ‘Oops, I think is better’, you’d said when you first showed him the pregnancy test.

“What’s up, bub?”

“I found this flower. Can I give it to papa?”

JJ takes the daffodil and glances to the grave. A brief moment of anger passes over him like the breeze of winter. He doesn’t deserve this. He isn’t your papa. I’m glad he’s dead. But he closes his eyes and breathes. Your hand squeezing gently at his shoulder tells him you’re there. It helps ground him.

“Yeah, bub. I think that’d be nice,” he smiles, handing it back.

She giggles as she puts it on the grass just before the stone. Her laughter is brighter and louder still when JJ scoops her up as he stands, looping her around him until she’s a backpack.

“You wanna get ice cream?”

“Hell yeah,” you whoop.

“Hell yeah!” mini-you copies. JJ laughs.

“Alrighty, lets go.”

As the three of you make the small walk back to the car, you intertwine your fingers with JJ’s, holding his hand tight and secure. JJ takes one last glance back at the gravestone. It all began here, in a way, the re-introduction to a life he thought he’d lost. Perhaps the nicest thing JJ’s dad ever did, the kindest act he ever performed, was dying. Perhaps that was his way of paying him back for all the crap he gave.

“Hey.”

JJ glances down at you.

“You okay?”

He smiles. Then, he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

Everything is going to be okay.

#JJ #JJ Maybank #JJ x reader #JJ Maybank x reader #jj x oc #jj maybank x oc #outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks jj #outerbanks jj #outer banks jj x reader #outerbanks jj x reader #outer banks fic #outerbanks fic

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cameronspecial · 6 months

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: With Drew's birthday on the horizon, Drew's daughter and wife wanted to do something special for him.

A/N: Happy Birthday to someone who absolutely makes butterflies in my stomach! Hope this day is amazing!

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November 4th. The day Josepth Andrew Starkey entered the world thirty years ago. Drew doesn’t like to do anything big for his birthdays. He prefers to spend the day with his family rather than partying in a crowded club with annoying drunks, but for this milestone birthday, his family had other ideas. His daughter wants to make a big deal out of her father’s birthday and has helped her pregnant mother plan a surprise party for him. This has been kept from the man up until the morning of his birthday. Y/N is up earlier than expected because of the tiny kicks the human growing in her uterus is giving her. Her rolling back into bed in a struggle pulls Drew from his dreams of his wife and daughter. “Is mini-me giving you a hard time again?” he whispers, bringing her back into his hold. She nods against his chest, “Yes, the little bugger seems to think my bladder is a kickstand.” Drew gives a small chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her stomach. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. You only have three more months,” he reassures, rubbing her belly to help soothe her. Her hand finds his, “It’s okay. It will all be worth it in the end. Happy Birthday, my love.”

She leans over her stomach and kisses him on the lips. He smiles in the kiss, “Thank you. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m thirty. I’m so old.” “No, you aren’t! You are young at heart, love. Just yesterday you were eating an Uncrustable and colouring in a book,” she giggles. The image of yesterday comes to his mind, “I was only doing that because Millie wanted me to do those things with her. Speaking of Millie, what time did you guys go to bed? I swear I felt like I heard you guys up pretty late last night.” In her tiredness and pregnancy fog, Y/N lets the secret slip out of her mouth. “She went to bed at twelve and I was in bed by four I think. I was going over everything for your surprise party so it took me some time because I kept getting hungry and needing to pee.” Her eyes rival the size of the moon when she realizes what she has done, her hand finding way over her mouth.

Drew chuckles as he processes the words and tries to end her endless apologies, “It’s okay, Sweetheart. You didn’t mean to. You were up late and have a lot on your mind.” “Right. Well, you have to act surprised at the party. Millie is so excited to surprise you; it would crush her if she knew I spoiled it,” Y/N warns, looking him directly in the eye to make sure her point is getting across. Drew gives her a nod, “Got it. I’ll be so surprised that it’s almost like I act for a living.” Y/N giggles at his joke and her smile grows at the pitter-patter of their three-year-old’s footsteps.

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Millie shooed her father out of the house right after lunch, sending him with a laundry list of things he needed to do before he got home. As he drove around doing the chores, his heart would warm every time he looked at the non-sensical scribbles that were his daughter's “writing”, which had a translation written by Y/N beside each scribble. Even if he didn’t know about the party, he knew he would gladly do these errands for his girls on his birthday because all he could ever want was to take care of them.

His hand meets his front door and he takes a second to get into character, almost like he is on set. The handle is pushed down to reveal a dark room, which is suddenly set alight with the screams of ‘surprise’ by his family and friends. He lets his shock show on his face, both hands covering the o-shape of his mouth. “Wow, this is amazing. Thank you guys so much,” he thanks the crowd, looking around for his girls. It isn’t long before Millie is running into her father’s arms. “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” she greets him, letting herself be picked up into the air by the older man. He gives her a massive grin, assaulting her cheek with multiple kisses and thanks. “Daddy, your moustache is tickling me,” she complains with joy in her voice. He pulls away, letting the hand not holding up his daughter adjust the dad hat on his head, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe Daddy should get rid of his moustache.”

“No! Mommy likes it. But Daddy… Were you surprised by my party?”

“Yes, I was, Baby. I was so surprised. I love it so much.”

She looks at him in disbelief, “You are lying! You weren’t surprised.” Drew doesn’t know how his acting doesn’t seem to fool his daughter. “No, I’m not. Daddy really was surprised by the party,” he promises, starting to bounce the girl, who is about to cry. “Okay, maybe Mommy accidentally told Daddy, but it’s okay. Daddy still doesn’t know what you have planned for me.” This causes the girl to pause her cries, “Can we have cake now? I want you to see the cake.” Wanting her smile to return to her face, he nods his head, booming to his party guest that it is time for cake. Nobody objects that the cake is being served before dinner or other party activities. Instead, they all gather around the kitchen table and begin to sing the famous song. “Happy Birthday dear Daddy! Happy Birthday to you.” Millie’s loud singing is the one mainly invading his senses. Maybe because of her proximity to him with her being on his lap or maybe because his focus is mainly on her. “Make a wish, Daddy,” she orders. He obeys, blowing on the candles in the form of a thirty.

“What did you wish for?” she questions. Her eyes bore into his with curiosity. He is about to tell her when Y/N speaks up, “If Daddy tells you, Millie, it won’t come true.” Drew shakes his head, smiling down at his daughter. “It’s okay, my wish is already coming true so it can’t hurt to tell. I wished for more happy days with you and Mommy and everyone else that I love.” The crowd awes at how adorable his words are. “And the baby?” Millie clarifies with concern that her father forgot her baby brother or sister. He nods, “And you baby sibling.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead, allowing her to help him with cutting the cake.

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#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey imagine

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pinkthrone445 · 3 months

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-Distant wedding bells- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Gary x Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, hurt

Warnings:Mention of cheating , insults

Summary:I don't wanna spoil it because I think it's good the surprise reading this fic like this.

-"Whether we like it or not, I'm still married to him" - she whispered, teary-eyed inches from your lips

-"I know, I can't fucking forget that" - You whispered and tried to kiss her again but she wouldn't let you, putting her fingertips on your lips to stop you

-"And I'm not a cheater..."-she whispered, and you sighed walking a few steps back, even if your soul ached for having to part from her after wanting to kiss her for so long. You knew why she said it, whether Gary was a bad men or not, he didn't deserve to be cheated on like her ex-husband did to her in her old marriage

-"I'll talk to Gary and then we will see where this could go... Would you be willing to wait for me?" - Melissa asked looking into your eyes and you barely smiled -"Always..."-You answered and arranged a strand of hair that had ruffled out of her perfect hair -"I'll see you tomorrow at school then... Please don't stay here, go back home and eat something and try to get some rest... And if Ava gets your transfer, don't accept it... Wait for me please or I'll go after you"- Melissa whispered and kissed your cheek, very close to your lips before leaving to talk to him.

The next morning, you walked into the teacher's room and made yourself a latte, it was the first morning in weeks when you didn't feel like garbage, the first morning you didn't need a strong coffee to wake you up, the first morning you felt relaxed and happy, the first morning you'd have breakfast again with the other teachers in the break room. The kiss you had given to the redhead kept playing like a scratched record in your head, making the smile you had on your face grow more and more.

For a few seconds the break room was quiet, until suddenly Abbott's entire team arrived for breakfast, including the redhead who drove you so crazy.

Your eyes immediately connected with the hypnotizing green orbs of the eldest, without being able to help it, you smiled at her and seeing how she completely swept over you with her gaze, you blushed slightly

-"Someone's happy this morning... It's good to see you with us again, I missed you" - Barbara commented, sitting in her usual place, at the same table you were sitting at, leaving a space between you and her for Mel, just like you usually sat when the 3 of you were together. It felt good that something felt like the old days before Mel got married.

Mel sat down next to you with a smile and brushed your hand on purpose, giving you a sneaky caress, implying that she also remembered what had happened the night before. No words beyond a 'hello' were shared between you and Mel, but Barbara had already noticed that there was something weird and different between you.

When you finished breakfast, Barbara walked down the hall with you, ready to get a little information out of you

-"Are you going to tell me what has made you change your mood so quickly? Yesterday you were in a very big emotional low and now you're almost jumping and singing through the halls"-Barbara asked and you smiled at her, unable to contain your excitement

-"Last night Mel and I kissed, not only did I kiss her, but she reciprocated everything"-You commented in a whisper with a smile from ear to ear. The eldest looked at you shaking her head with a hunch that this wouldn't end well

-"Be careful (Y/N)..."-It was all he said and you nodded

-"I know, I know... Mel will talk to her husband about divorce and then we'll be together. We'll do things right..."-You answered, and Barbara just nodded before entering her classroom.

Barbara later that day also spoke to Melissa, telling her to be careful with you and not hurt you because you were blindly in love with her and that could go wrong.

The week went by quickly, you wanted to ask Mel if she had spoken to him but you didn't know if it was too soon, so you decided to find out subtly

-"Hey Mel! Do you want to go out for a drink with me tonight?" - You asked her and felt the red-haired woman's hand brush yours as you walked together

-"I can't, Gary will be home and I have to make him something to eat..."-Melissa replied and you sighed, that meant she hadn't talked to him yet.

-"Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow"- You greeted her by kissing her cheek and went home a little disappointed. After you made yourself something to eat, your cell phone rang with a message from the redhead

-🍒Lisa🍒:"I'm so sorry I can't be with you tonight... I'll go take a bath now, I'll try not to think about how much I'd like you to be here helping me wash my back, I miss you" - Her message lit up your face and made you laugh like a teenager

-You:"I'll go to bed now, I'll try not to think too much about how delicious your lips feel on mine and how much I miss having you close. Good night Lisa"-You replied smiling and she was slow to respond back

-🍒Lisa🍒:"I'm sorry for not responding quickly, he's near me all the time. Good night sweetheart , have nice dreams"-The redhead answered and you left your cell phone on the nightstand to start eating.

The next few weeks continued like that, you asked her out but she told you that she couldn't because she had plans with him, which made you understand that they hadn't talked yet, and you would get all sad. Then you'd come home and get a message from her that gave you the slightest glimmer of hope and you'd blindly hold on to that and put aside the fact that she hadn't been honest with him yet. Days and days trying to make plans without any result...

-"Do you want to go dancing with me? Just dancing, I promise, I won't try anything else."-You consulted with the redhead but she denied it with some excuse, she always had excuses.

-"Want to go for a coffee? I miss spending time together"-You asked another day and she turned it down again. Then, when you home, she would send you another message that would revive your hopes.

Between those comings and goings, two months passed where the desire to be with her was almost consuming you, the sadness was coming back and you didn't like that .

How you wanted her to finally talk to him, so that you could at least kiss her again. But every day the possibility of her talking to him felt more distant.

In a particularly stressful week, you began to feel the need to be with her and hug her even more eagerly than before. Mel hadn't had the best day and neither had you, so you thought maybe it would be a good idea to go out together to distract yourself. When you saw her walking out of the school through the front doors into the parking lot, you hurried your pace to get to her side

-"Hi..."-You smiled looking at her and she greeted simply with a smile too-"Do you want to go home to see a movie or something?...I know it's been a tough week for everyone and I thought maybe we could be together, grab a bite to eat, snuggle up a bit... -You smiled excitedly and she shook her head looking at her phone

-"I can't, I have a date with Gary, He invited me to a fancy restaurant "-she whispered and smiled barely visible

-"Right... Have you had a chance to talk to him?"-You asked looking at her and she rolled her eyes

-"Not yet"- Her answer was short and dry

-"Do you plan to do it soon? I really want to go out with you, to be able to be together in peace, to hug you or kiss you..."-You answered truthfully and the redhead stopped in front of you squeezing her cell phone a little bit annoyed with your insistence

-"I don't know! Okay? I don't know when I'll talk to him yet, the time hasn't been right. How insistent you are with that! I'll do it, it's not an easy thing to say, I need time!" - The redhead hadn't had a good day and she had no patience left, causing her to treat you badly and scream even though she didn't want to

-"More time? I don't think there's the right time to say something like that... You have to do it and that's it, without hesitating so much or looking for the right moment when it will never come... I know you need time to do it, but it's been more than two months since you told me you'd talk..."-You spoke sadly and sighed

-"It's not crazy what I'm asking, I'll talk to him, just wait a little longer"- replied the redhead looking at you with a frown

-"Do you know how much longer you need me to wait? Because I've already waited two months for you and it's difficult, especially when you don't help... It's been two long months where you tempt me and when I want to be with you or kiss you stop me saying you're not a cheater or something like that. Two months in which you call me in the middle of the night to tell me how miserable your life is with him, that you need me by your side, that you want to feel my arms hugging you as you sleep and the next day at the entrance to work I see you laugh and kiss him like you love him with all your being..."-You sighed biting the inside of your cheek trying to control your emotions-" I'll give you more time, don't worry... You'll have all the time that you need, I won't bother you with this again"-You whispered and kept walking to your car leaving her alone there.

That night, Mel called you but you didn't answer her, she also sent several messages

-🍒Lisa🍒:"Hey hon, I'm so sorry how I treated you earlier, I was tired and with almost 0 patience, can we talk? Please"-Mel sent the first message with no response

-🍒Lisa🍒:"Please, I promise to talk to him soon..."- Message delivered, read and unanswered, the redhead sighed and tried again

-🍒Lisa🍒:"Did you go out drinking? Do you want me to pick you up and so we can talk quietly? Maybe we can go grab a bite to eat if you want, just you and me, what do you say? I miss you" - Delivered, Read, No Response Again

-🍒Lisa🍒:"I'm really sorry, please answer me..."-Message sent, undelivered, and unread. You had turned off your cell phone. Melissa ran her hands over her face in frustration.

The next morning at school, you ignored her all day, even though you were in the teacher's room together or even if she talked directly to you, you just ignored her.

At the end of the day when you were about to go home, she stopped you to talk

-"Are you going to ignore me all day?"-Melissa sounded annoyed but you just looked at her seriously, without any other emotion

-"I'm giving you space, it was what you wanted, I don't want to overwhelm you with my insistence" - You responded and tried to keep walking but she hadn't let go of your arm, you sighed and turned to look at her

-"Please... Don't act like that, it hurts me when you walk away from me and ignore me"-Melissa replied, moving closer to you

-"So you can ignore me, handle me as you please and stay away from me all you want, but I can't do it because I hurt you?" - You asked and laughed at the irony of the situation

-"Have a good day Melissa"-You answered and left.

-"I don't ignore you, it's just hard to respond when he's right there next to me, and it's hard to make up lies so he doesn't suspect anything so can be with you... I'm really really sorry"-The redhead replied by making wet puppy dog eyes, she knew you had a soft spot for that, but you just sighed without looking her in the eye

-"I don't believe you and I don't xare anymore"-You replied without much desire to argue with her, you just wanted to go home to be alone

-"I mean it, do you want me to show you how much I miss you and how sorry I am?" - Mel responded with pleading in her voice and tried to kiss you but you turned your face making her kiss your cheek and took her hand making her let go of you

The week went on like this, you ignoring her and her insisting, but nothing changed your mood.

A particular day, Mel came into your classroom attracted by all the children smiling, singing, dancing and giving you drawings they had made. It wasn't your birthday, but the scene was very cute to watch. Her initial smile turned to confusion when she saw a cake on your desk that said 'we'll miss you Miss (Y/N), come back soon'

-"Hey... What is this?" - The redhead looked at you in confusion as you said goodbye to the last kids

-"I'm leaving and the kids wanted to say goodbye, I'm going to change schools, I'm going to work somewhere else, I finally accepted my transfer, after having postponed it for more than a month..." - You whispered making a pile of all the drawings and gifts

-"What? Was that what everyone was muttering in the teacher's room? Why does everyone know you're leaving but me? Why didn't you tell me anything? You promised you'd wait for me..." - Melissa was confused and hurt, how could you make that decision without telling her, why did she have to be the last to know?

Melissa stood there watching you go, with deep pain in her body and feeling her heart go after you, the same thing that had happened to you months ago when you saw her marry someone else.

-"And you promised you'd talk to him and it's been almost three months... I promised I'd wait for you, and I did, I've had my transfer ready for a while and I didn't leave for you, but I will not wait forever... You already hurt me once without knowing it, but now you know what you're doing, you're hurting me and you know it and yet you keep going. And yes, I'm stupid, but not enough to let you hurt me anymore... You want to have me and at the same time you don't want to face Gary, but you can't have everything, not everything is going to be the way you want it to be. You have to make up your mind and act, or life will decide for you... But don't worry, I won't pressure you into talking to him anymore, you don't need to do it for me, because I don't want to be with you or see you anymore... I'll leave so you can get on with your stupid marriage without having to worry about me or the pressure I make you feel with my messages or questions. I hope you are very happy with your dear husband and please don't ever call me again-You angrily took your purse and walked past her without looking at her, carrying in your hands the parting gifts that the children had given you. You didn't want this, you didn't want to start from scratch again, you didn't want to get away from her either, but you couldn't keep hurting yourself waiting for love from someone who wasn't going to give it to you.

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Children of the Night Part 7 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Some of my own personal damage has entered the angsty chat lol Enjoy!

Warnings: Vampire Daddy Eddie/ Sub Vampire Stevie/ Sub Human Fem Reader, SMUT, dp, dirty talk, biting (obviously), mentions of blood drinking (yeah they're vampires), etc, FLUFF, they love each other :), ANGST!! (because Im me), Slight Child Abuse Trigger, we meet reader mom finally and goes about as well as you would think, mentions of feeling like/being a burden (I'm noticing a theme in my writing *thinks*), Eddie touches briefly on his childhood and his dad being in jail, these three get into a bit of a fight, I believe that be it.

Word Count: 6015

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That following morning after they fell asleep, you snuck out of their house and drove away in no particular direction. You needed to get away not because you were afraid of them or anything but because you were utterly terrified of getting them hurt again or worse. You loved them too much to allow that happen so you reverted to your default and ran.

You had many hiding spots around the city including the bar you were sitting in. Whenever your mom would come home in a mood or bring home a guy that made your skin crawl you went to one of these places. This bar allowed you entry even when you were underage because the owner knew one of the boys you had run with. As you got older he said you were always welcome to hang out should you need to.

A part of you hoped you were far enough away that both boys wouldn’t sense you especially since as night fell, you couldn’t feel Steve at all. Part of you thought you’d feel anger or sadness but more than anything all you felt was guilt.

The band in front of you begins to play a song you recognize and your heart breaks as you try to subpress the tears that want to fall by knocking back another shot.

A cold hand taps your shoulder and without saying a word your eyes lock with Steve while Eddie silently takes a seat in front of you. The newly made vampire tugs on your bicep but when you subtly shake your head, he tugs you again until you rise to your feet and walk with him to the makeshift dance floor.

“Tears stream down your face When you lose something you cannot replace Tears stream down your face, and I.”

Wrapping his arms around your back, your hands cling to his shoulders as you force yourself to look anywhere that isn’t his face.

“Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes Tears stream down your face, and I.”

Your bottom lip trembles as images of the last few days flash through your mind including the sight of him bleeding on your bedroom floor and Eddie’s panicked voice when he thought the man he loved may be gone.

“Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you.”

Feeling your pain, Steve’s palm pressed you into his chest as his arms circled tighter around you while he listened to you cry. He kissed the top of your head while you both swayed and rested his cheek in your hair.

As the song ended and people in the bar clapped, you hastily pushed him back and headed towards the table to grab your things. You thought Eddie would try and stop you but he didn’t, his eyes watching you with what felt like pity.

Slamming open the bar door, you inhaled the warm but breezy night air before heading for your car. Wind whipped around you and suddenly the metalhead was blocking your entry into your vehicle.

“Move, please.”

“You’ve been drinking. I’m not letting you drive. You may walk if you wish.”

“You’re not in charge of me anymore, Eddie.”

“Oh, yeah? I didn’t get that memo. Is that why you left without a word?”

“I’m allowed to come and go as I please.”

“Not after someone tried to murder you yesterday. It’s our job to take care of you.”

Rolling your eyes, you stomp off towards sidewalk near the beach as they followed close behind.

“Leave me alone!”, you shout as you try to walk faster. “I don’t want to be with either of you anymore!”

Your hair blew in front of your face as Steve appeared in front of you blocking your path.

“Ok. You don’t want to be with us anymore. That’s fine but it’s not going to stop us from looking after you to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m not your responsibility! Trust me. You don’t want that burden.”

“Interesting word choice. Did your mother teach you that?”, Eddie replied in a snark filled tone. “Because, princess, you aren’t a burden. We like taking care of you.”

“Oh, so, these past couple of nights have been fun for you?! Watching him bleed to death and then changing him was exciting, Eddie? All the pain you went through was fantastic, Steve?!”

“What happened wasn’t your fault, Y/N.”

“YES IT IS! If you two had never met me you would have had no reason to be at my house!”

“Then you would be DEAD!”, Steve growled loudly, his eyes turning black with anger as he stepped forward.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. Calm down.”, the metalhead coos as he rubs his boyfriend’s back trying to comfort him. “I think you forget, little one, how all this started. Remember, I told you I always felt you. I don’t know why and I can’t control it. I felt it with Steve even before I turned but it was stronger after. If everything had played out the same way, we would have gotten involved. Each time those assholes went looking for you, they intended to kill you and I will NOT allow anyone to hurt you like that.”

As you three glare at each other, the cellphone in your pocket begins to vibrate.

“Hello?...Yeah, that’s me…um…ok. I’ll, um, I’ll be right there.”, you sigh as you slap the device. “Steve, what time is it?”

“8pm. Why? Why do you suddenly feel nervous?”

“Can one of you run me somewhere, please?”

“Where do you need to go, princess?”

Both set of eyes were now their regular color as they scanned you over with concern.

“LA General.”, you reply flatly.

***

“Alright, perfect and here are your visitors passes. Just let the officer outside know you’re the daughter and they will let you through.”, the nurse grinned as you grimly smiled back.

“Um, please don’t talk when we get in there. No matter what she says. Can you at least listen to me in that regard?”, you plead as you pause at the end of the hallway to address them.

After both boys nod, you continue along your way, telling the officer outside who you were before he opened the door and allowed you three entry.

“Hey there. Are you Y/N?”, the doctor asks, politely shaking your hand after you nod. “It looks like the prison brought her in because her wounds were too severe to for their staff to handle. The guards said she got into an altercation with one of the other inmates and was stabbed by a shiv in her side. With some surgery and lots of blood, she seems to be doing better. Part of the reason we called you at the time was because due to her medical history with her liver we thought we may need a family member to donate the matching blood type but it looks like we had the perfect type here.”

“When are they taking her back?”, you ask.

“Um, we need to keep an eye on her for the next couple of days but by the end of the week I imagine. She is a flight risk so we do have to…”, the doctor gestures towards her wrist and the handcuffs as you sigh.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done. I appreciate it and I’m sure she does to.”

After leaving you alone, you take a seat by the hospital bed and both men do the same on opposite sides of you.

“Is this your…?”

“Yeah, Eddie, this is my mom.” Your sad eyes scan her over making Steve wince as he feels your pain heightens, still not used to these new vampire things he’s experiencing. “She’s been in and out for years but this is the first time she’s been stabbed. Must have really pissed someone off.”

“I’m surprised you’re listed on her contact sheet. I would have thought due to the charge she wouldn’t be allowed to see you.”, the metalhead mused.

“I’m an adult now. When I was a kid she wasn’t but that was for like 3 years. When she was sentenced to 30 years, I was about fifteen. She tried to escape a few years ago but they caught her pretty quickly. They had called me to notify me thinking she may be coming for me. They found her at a bar about four miles away.”, you chuckled before leaning back in your seat and glaring at the tile floor.

“I told you I’m not safe. People are always come for me. I never should have reached out to you guys. I should have left you alone—”

“No, no, Y/N. You should have. I know I’ve only been a vampire for a couple of days but this feeling I feel when it comes to you and Eddie…I don’t know how to explain it. When we woke up and you were gone…it felt like—”

“There’s a hole. Like something is missing.”, Eddie answered trying to help.

“Yeah. If this is what he was feeling for two years after moved here…God, I wish I had known. I would have done anything to help him find out what they were and then find you.

“I thought it was just normal. I love Steve so much but there was always that nagging feeling that somethingwas amiss. Even you said those first few nights, I smiled more and laughed when you were there.”

A tear fell down your cheek as you shook your head.

“You almost had that feeling again but worse because Steve was almost killed. I felt the things he experienced when he thought you were gone, Eddie. I can’t…I can’t do it. I love you both too much.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Did I die?”, your mother whines as she cringes opening her eyes. “Trust me, she’s right. She was always meant to get in the way and ruin lives. Seriously, ask the condom that broke when she was conceived.”

Both vampires growled but she was in too much of a haze to notice as she tried to sit up.

“What happened, mom? Why are people stabbing you now?”

“Because people keep trying to take what’s mine! Why are you even here, Y/N? Go away.”

“They called me because they thought they might need my blood since you’ve damaged all your other organs with years of alcohol. Blood that isn’t family’s surprising didn’t shock your system into shut down.”

“Always so fucking mouthy.”, she groans as she tries to reach for the call nurse button. “At least I can get some drugs.”

“Oh, mama. I’m sorry. Didn’t they tell you? As a ‘former alcoholic’ you don’t get the hard stuff but the Tylenol should be enough.”

At your sarcastic comment, Eddie and Steve felt both pain and satisfaction course through them as memories flashed through your mind.

“Get. OUT! I didn’t want you here then and I don’t now!”

“Don’t talk to her that way.”, the pretty boy snarled in a deep tone.

“Steve…please. You promised me.”, you plead.

“Sweetheart, she shouldn’t be talking to you like this and you shouldn’t allow it.”

“Shouldn’t allow it? Are you fucking kidding me?! She’s weak just like her father was. Why do you think she ran off constantly?! She could never stay and face the music of trouble she caused so she ran and opened her legs to anyone who would take her. I’m not surprised you two fell for it! NOW GE—”

The wind swirled around you as the lights in the room turned off except for the overhead lamp above her hospital bed. Both vampires were on either side of her with Eddie’s palm placed over her mouth.

“You know, I have a dad like you. Spent most of my life in and out of prison for petty crimes while abusing me and my mother. After she died, he just went out of control until they gave him life back home in Indiana. Thankfully, I had an uncle who took care of me after and then fell in love with a man who loved me for me. Unfortunately, your daughter didn’t have that. She spent her ENTIRE LIFE fighting for it up until a few weeks ago.”

“She seems to think all the bad things that have been happening are her fault. I wonder why that is.”, Steve asked rhetorically. “You don’t deserve her. Even now after everything you said she’s worried we’re going to kill you and, honestly, if she or Eddie wasn’t here I may have followed through with that.”

His eyes turned black in anger as her own widened in fear.

“Stop it. Leave her be.”, you beg. “Please.”

“Are you sure, baby girl?”, Eddie murmured before abruptly both sets of black eyes looked your way. “Lose the attitude, Y/N.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You glared at them with a fury of your own. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re going to do whatever the fuck you want anyway and I am NOT your baby girl. Not anymore.”

“You want us gone, honey? To ‘protect’ us?”, Steve growled as he began walking towards you. “Fine. Your wish is our punishment.”

Wind blew again and the lights blinked on leaving you and your mother alone.

“Jesus, this medication is a lot stronger than I realized.”, she sighed as you sat down again and began to sob.

##############

True to your request, they left you be and it killed you. Even worse, they hadn’t streamed at all in over two weeks so you weren’t able to even see their faces except in your dreams. Occasionally, you checked the chatter on their site doing the job they had paid you for while reading through people’s comments.

Most of their fans seemed to think the police had succeeded in scaring them away while others thought you were the reason saying that Mina must have talked them out of it for one reason or another.

A knock on your door one Saturday afternoon startled you but you were prepared, grabbing a nearby knife as you peaked through the curtain.

“Dustin? Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Y/N. May I come in? I swear it’s just me.” Nodding, you allowed the boy entry and gestured towards your couch for him to take a seat. “Oh, um, I won’t be here that long but I just came down to check on Eddie and Steve. Seems Harrington is struggling a bit with being a vampire. Not because of you or anything!”, he quickly countered when your head hung. “At least…I don’t think so.”, Dustin sighs as he leans against your kitchen counter.

“Mike and I did a ton of research after Steve said Eddie was still alive to try and get some explanation about why he is the way that he is without resorting to regular vampire lore but we couldn’t find anything outside of D&D. Over the past two years, he seems to follow the regular no sunlight, needs blood, and hates crosses but what I’ve always questioned is that feeling thing he’s mentioned.”

“I know in some comics when a vampire turns another they have a connection and can feel each other’s emotions or share memories kind of like what he told me happened after you drank his blood. What confuses me is, you and Steve weren’t turned when he felt you two.”

“Dustin, honey, why are you telling me this?”

The boy sighs again as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m thinking…that has to mean something, right? Whether it be chemical, cosmical, or supernatural… and the fact that Steve feels it to… that’s not a coincidence, Y/N. They both have been having a hard time and you can see it in their faces… I can see it in yours to.”

“They are streaming tonight. They are going to answer questions and just be seen. I think that will be good for them to get their minds focused on something. Maybe, you should do the same.”

After giving him a hug and walking him out, you sat in front of your computer screen and stared at the blank background for what felt like hours before heavily exhaling and logging into their site. People were a buzz with the fact that they would finally be seeing the vampire they adored so much and the human that took care of him. They had no idea.

Their grainy faces suddenly illuminated your moniter and your heart shattered into a million pieces. Steve didn’t look like the man you had met a couple of months ago but a shell of someone else. His skin was unbelievably pale and his hair hung in front of his eyes blocking a lot of his face from your view. His body folded into itself as the beautiful smile you had fallen in love with was noticeably absent. Eddie didn’t look any better as he quietly maneuvered the mouse in front of him as his black eyes scanned the screen.

“Hey…hey everybody. I know it’s been a while but, um, as you can see I’ve been taking care of Renfield. I…uh…I had to turn him so…”

StokersQueen: “Doesn’t Renfield die after he’s turned? Are we going to lose him?!”

“No…no we aren’t going to lose him. We’ve just been going through a lot right now.”

Dracula4ever: “Is it because of that bitch Mina? I notice she’s not there this time.”

Both men growled at the comment.

“Don’t disrespect her like that.”

Dracula4ever: “Oh please! This show used to be awesome but you bring in one slut and everything changes!”

Dracula4ever has been booted from the stream.

“Mina?”, Eddie asked as his eyes scanned the screen for any confirmation.

Babygirl85: “Come on, Mina! If you’re there, say something!”

Justhereironically: “MINA! <3”

InnocentLittleMina: “Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.”

The metalhead exhaled at your quote of the novel as the fans in chat went wild with awes and even more questions.

“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds—”

“…true love.”, Steve finishes the quote with a deep tone that sounds nothing like his regular voice. “We miss you.”

“But we aren’t going to force you, sweetheart.”

Exhaling, they close their eyes as they feel all your emotions run through your body before finally landing on desperate wanting and immense love that you had never felt for anyone in your entire life.

InnocentLittleMina: “I’m scared. Seeing you two in so much pain… I love you so much. I don’t…”

“I know. I know, Mina, but what happened wasn’t your fault. Your mom and childhood weren’t your fault. All the idiot men in your life who hurt you wasn’t because of you. Even as a human, princess, I would have done the same things to protect you because we love you to.”

“You deserve all the love you give to people, honey. It’s ok to let us take care of you and believe me. Out of everything I’ve experienced, this…”, Steve gestures to himself. “…is nothing. I get what Dracula is saying now when it comes to us and our guilt. NONE of this is your doing or your fault.”

They both softly smile at the camera as Eddie leans towards it as if he’s looking into your eyes.

“Come back to Daddy, baby.”

You don’t even turn off your computer as you swivel in your chair and run towards the front door. Heavy rain hits your face as you search for your keys once you get to your car but ring laced hands abruptly grip your waist and after you blink you find yourself in their bedroom.

Need overtakes you three as they lay on either side of you and remove your wet clothes while kissing any part of your skin they could reach.

The sound of constant binging makes Eddie grunt in frustration as a grin stretches across your face.

“You—mmm—you left the sound on.”, you pant.

Steve’s lips kiss along that sweet spot on your neck as the other vampire whooshes to computer, cheekily smiling as he quickly moves the mouse.

“Sorry, guys. The three of us need to have a chat that doesn’t involve an audience.”

Getting annoyed with the machine in front of him, he yanks the cord from the wall before sprinting back beside you and attaching his mouth to your neck as well. Their hips grinded against your thighs as the pads of Steve’s fingers played with your clit.

After tilting back to remove his shirt, Eddie leans over your body and a long line of spit leaves his lips falling between your folds as the other boy collects it, pushing it into your pussy with his fingers making you groan.

The feeling of teeth against your thigh makes you jump and the metalhead’s black eyes meet yours as they silently ask for permission before you nod your approval. Tugging on Steve’s arm, he brings him between your legs, kissing him passionately as their fingers play with your cunt. Both their lips travel along opposite limbs, licking and lightly sucking their way up to your meaty flesh.

When their fangs penetrate your thighs at the same time, your eyes roll back as the pleasure courses through you. It wasn’t meant to feed, only to sustain as they snacked on your blood while their fingers moved faster against you; Eddie playing with your clit with his thumb while Steve quickly thrust his two digits into your center.

Coming off you with a pop, you watch as the long-haired vampire made sure his boyfriend healed you properly before doing it himself. They licked your blood of their face and the sight alone had you shuddering as you came.

“D-Daddy…”, you whimpered as he quickly came up to kiss your lips.

Flipping on to his back, he maneuvered you till you were sitting on his face while hovering over his hard, leaking cock. Spiting over the tip, you smeared it down him with your palm, enveloping your mouth around his length as Steve kissed random parts of your skin.

Eddie’s tongue immediately began devouring you, flicking against your bundle of nerves as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you to him.

“You look so beautiful like this. So fucking sexy.”, Steve murmured as his face pressed against the side of yours, his humid breathes warming your cheek.

Tilting his head just below yours, his mouth kissed and sucked on his boyfriend’s balls making him buck his hips up in pleasure, choking you slightly as drool spilled from your lips.

As his lips encased around your clit, the sudden intrusion of Eddie’s finger into your ass simultaneously made you gasp as both vampires mewled at the feeling it gave as it coursed through them as well.

“Did you like that, baby?”, Steve asked in a low seductive grumble that had you clenching around the other man’s tongue as he shook his head and pressed his face deeper into you. “Yeah? Fuck! I can feel you both. Have you ever had someone fuck you like that before?”

While your hand continued to pump him, Eddie slid another finger inside of you, stretching you further till your vision blurred as your orgasm was swiftly approaching.

“Answer me, honey. Have you?”

“N-No. Please Daddy. It feels…”

“Yeah? Tell us, baby. How does it feel?” Pressing his nose to your cheek again, your mouth fell open as the English language left your brain. “Come on, Y/N. How does it feel?”

“Good! So fucking good! Please don’t stop!”

Steve grinned as he tenderly petted your head, opening his mouth wide, and holding his own head still as the Eddie rutted his hips quickly, thrusting his cock deep down the vampire’s throat.

Your release rippled through you as you screamed into his flesh beneath you. Once you had come down, the metalhead firmly pulled on your hair, bringing you up so your back was to his chest while Steve laid in front of you.

“W-W-Wait, please.” Both vampires pause as your little pleading voice cuts through their need. “If…If we do this…I want Eddie and Steve. Please…I’ve never…”

As they both blink, you watch as their fangs recede and their soft brown color eyes push forward. Eddie’s arm slides under the pillow around your front, hugging you to him as he kisses your shoulder.

“Everything’s ok, baby girl. You’re safe. If you don’t feel comfortable or you want to stop just let us know ok?”

“Ok, Daddy. Just go slow please.”

As Steve caressed your cheek, you felt the metalhead lean away from you before a bottle popped open and he was on you again. You gasp at the oddly warm feeling of the lube as he works his fingers to take care of you.

Seeing the nervousness flash through your eyes, the other vampire softly tried to soothe you.

“Daddy’s right, honey. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“I saw your first time with him.”, you smile as you cling to Eddie’s arm around your chest. “I felt how scared you were before.”

“Did you see how long we laid there till he really started moving? I thought I was ruining the mood.”, he chuckles. “But he made me feel safe…loved. I trusted him.”, he coos as his eyes flick briefly behind you. “I know you do to because we can feel it and we trust you, Y/N.”

A tear fell down your face and he quickly wiped it away.

“I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“Hey, look at me. This isn’t your fault. Say it, honey.”

“What happened to you isn’t my fault.”

“I don’t believe you.”, Eddie added as his stern eyes looked you over. “Say it again.”

“What happened to Steve wasn’t my fault.”, you responded with a bit more confidence making them smile.

“Good girl, sweetheart. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you think you can help me, pretty girl?” Taking a hold of one of your wrists, he brought one of your arms behind you and placed your hand on your behind. “Just hold it open for me so I can go slow, ok?”

After nodding, you did what he asked, your breath catching when you felt his cock line up with your entrance. As he began pushing himself into your ass, your body went stiff as your face scrunched in pain.

“Breathe, Y/N. Relax, honey. It’s going to hurt more if you don’t relax.”, Steve whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

Doing small thrusts behind you, Eddie was pushing himself inch by inch, trusting that you or Steve would stop him should he need to. A small grumble immitted from his chest and his boyfriend reciprocated as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, baby. He’s having so much trouble control himself.” As the pretty boy murmurs to you, his hands begin to roam, kneading your breasts down to your center. “God damnit. You’re so wet. Does it feel good now, Y/N?”

Between his words and Eddie’s hold on you as he split you open, you couldn’t open your mouth. Hell, you could barely remember your name as the pain subsided and the need for him to fully take you took over.

When his hips connected with yours, you whimpered as your head fell forward.

“Talk to us, baby, please.”

“M-Move. You…you can move now.”

“Hang on, princess. We—fuck—we need to see if you can handle us both. God fucking damn it. Are you fucking kidding me?”

You knew he wasn’t talking to you because you felt it to. You were so full of him you could only imagine how tight you were squeezing him.

“Y/N, honey, I’m going to lift your leg over my waist, ok?”

“Ok, Steve.”

Scooting closer to you, his palm tenderly ran along the skin of your thigh as he pulled your leg over his hip causing you and Eddie to groan as your body jostled slightly. Running his mushroom tip along your slit, he collected your slick before slowly pushing his cock into your center.

Your arm immediately shot out under his own to cling to his shoulder as a bunch of pleasurable feelings overwhelmed your senses.

“Oh my god.”

Both vampires made subtle motions, pulling back slightly before thrusting all the way inside of you again.

“Are…Are you ok, Y/N?”, Steve asked, his voice a mix between his and the gruff timbre of his vampire tone.

Nodding aggressively, you encourage them to make you theirs and they don’t disappoint. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room mixed with loud moans from all three of you. They both hit a steady rhythm hitting all those sensitive spots inside of you at the same time till you were sobbing as your nails dug into their flesh.

“Fuck… bite me.”

A different type of want and need flows through them at your request as they snarl under their breath. Lifting your head, you rest your cheek on Steve’s as he doesn’t even hesitate, breaking your skin with his fangs and draining your blood. Eddie tugs on his hair and the boy growls causing the metalhead to roughly grip his face.

“I didn’t hear you fucking ask. She’s not in charge of your pleasure, I am.” Their black eyes glare at each other before he releases him to continue feeding. “I’ll deal with that attitude later.”

Turning his attention back to you, his demeanor softens.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Daddy, please. I trust you. I trust you, baby.”

Biting the other side of your throat, your eyes roll and flutter closed as they pound into you harder, clinging to each other over you as they eat. The bed shakes at their quickened pace and your fingers tangle in Eddie’s hair behind you as you drag your nails down Steve’s back.

You cum harder than you ever had in your entire life, shuddering against them as your body goes limp.

“Please…”

Your tone was smaller than before but it practically screamed in their ears as they released you letting your head fall. You watched with hazy, half lidded eyes as their lips mingled together; panting into each other’s mouths as they came.

Steve head fell hard against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath while Eddie hastily healed the wounds on your neck, kissing them softly as they closed.

“Since its both of us breaking your skin, I don’t want to leave you exposed like that. Are you alright, baby?”

After carefully pulling out of you, the vampire in front of you tenderly pushed your hair away from your face as he checked you over.

“H-Heavy…”

“I’m going to get her something to eat.”

While waiting for him to return, Eddie slowly pulled out of you as well, murmuring apologies as you winced. Running back to the bed, you grimaced at the sandwich Steve held in his hands.

“I know it seems like a lot but we’ll just take little bites, okay?”

As delicately as he could, the long-haired vampire sat up, bringing you with him so you could utilize him to lean against as you ate and drank the water they gave you.

“We’re kind of back to the trial and error stage. I was going to bring a coke but I wasn’t sure if that would be too much sugar plus you need to hydrate.”

“Maybe juice next time?”

“Yeah… I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

“It’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

You heard them talking but they both sounded so far away. You had never been in this headspace before; the little girl headspace. Even as a child you weren’t really allowed to be one having to grow up pretty quickly in your environment. An adults mindset found you before you entered your double digits and battled with the developing child you had been. Even as a current adult, you felt them go toe to toe constantly but right now in this moment… all you heard was the little girl.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

Blinking, your glassy eyes turned to face them as you scrunched your nose in thought.

“I’ve never…felt little…like this before. My…my mind…is so quiet. I’ve never… I’m sorry for leaving.” The crack in your voice broke their hearts as Steve set everything aside so he could move closer to you and hug you with Eddie.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re here now and these past few weeks have been scary for all of us.”

“I saw you on the screen. What happened? Were you not eating? Dustin said Steve was struggling.”

Before answering your questions, they took you in their arms and brought you to a bath. After setting you in the warm water and cleaning your skin, they each took a seat near the tub with Steve on the edge and Eddie on the floor reaching over to pet your head.

“We don’t know how to explain it and, to be honest, we didn’t want to because we didn’t want you to feel like…you HAD to be here. I told you before I always felt you but after having you and losing you—”

“It was like being stabbed again.”, Steve cut in. “Honey, I was in love with you before but after turning and feeling what Eddie had been talking about… I felt like I did when I lost him.”

“Steve, I’m—”

“No, no, baby. I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I just…all of my feelings were…are… amplified to a 10 and I didn’t want to do anything let alone eat. We did of course but it was never enough. Never enough to fill that hole of you not being here.”

“You complete us, sweetheart. You ARE a part of us and like Stevie said, we aren’t saying this to make you feel bad. If you want to leave again you can and we won’t stop you but even though you’re not a vampire I feel like you felt the same things we did.”

“I knew from the first time I saw you on your stream… I knew that I loved you; both of you. I just thought maybe I was being crazy.”, you giggle making them chuckle as well. “Not being near you or even seeing your faces these past couple of weeks has just killed me. I dreamed about you every night.”

“So did we, honey.”

While Eddie lifted you out of the tub and got you in comfy clothes, Steve rapidly changed the sheets so you three could promptly climb into bed.

“Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

“Of course, pretty girl. Did you like it? What we did.” When you nod your head, his fingers caress your face and travel up into your hair. “Can you say it?”

“I liked what we did together?”

“What did we do, baby?”

Biting your bottom lip, you blush as he smiles while the other vampire settles in beside you.

“I liked feeling you and Steve inside at me at the same time.”

“Good. We can show you so much more whenever your ready. Steve and I have experimented with a lot especially when we were starting to delve into the dominate world. Tomorrow I can show you one of those things when I punish this bad boy over here.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You didn’t ask to feed on her and you gave me attitude. Who controls your pleasure?”

“You do.”

“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear that. Did you hear that, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy, I didn’t.”

Steve smirks as you and Eddie grin at him with wide, beautiful, tooth filled smiles.

“I said you do, Daddy.”

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touteslespetiteschosess · 5 months

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Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé

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Chapter 3 : Unfortunate Circumstances

Chapter 2

Plot: Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, y/n's car breaks down and only Kylian is on hand to help.

Word Count: 1771

"Shit, shit, shit!" y/n yelled, slamming her palm into the steering wheel several times.

No matter how many times she twisted the key, her car's engine refused to start. It kept revving up, giving her a snippet of hope, before the rumbling noise died out again.

For a little while, she sat, her forehead against the wheel. It was dark outside, which since it was July, was saying something. After Kylian's backhanded Instagram story yesterday, she'd been dying at the office and had only managed to escape her ever-mounting workload at this late hour.

Now, thanks to her stupid, ten-year-old car, her entire night was ruined as well as her evening and her day. Besides the night security team, nobody else was at the facility. She'd have to order an Uber, which would take forever to come, given that the facility was miles from the city. Plus, paying for an Uber would bankrupt her, on top of the mechanic fees she was going to have to pay.

One final time, she placed her hand on the key, "Come on, baby, you can do this."

No, it couldn't.

For the second day in a row, she sat alone and let out a loud yell, a roar really, except this time she received a response. There was a loud knock on her window and she glanced up, a frown immediately descending on her features.

Right outside her window, Kylian Mbappé stood, a self-satisfied grin on his face. When she just glared at him, he raised his hand and waved condescendingly.

Mortified, she wound down her window, the fact that her window was manually rolled down only adding to her embarrassment. Inch by inch, it slowly squeaked down, while she twisted the handle, and she glanced back up at him, sucking on her teeth awkwardly.

"You okay in there?" he asked peering down at her.

"Peachy." she declared, "Can I help you?"

"Car trouble?"

"No. I just like sitting in here, don't worry."

Unimpressed, he frowned, "Do you need a lift?"

"No, thank you." she cleared her throat, "I'll just... be fine, thanks."

"Get out of the car; I'm giving you a lift. Which arrondissement do you live in?"

"I don't need a lift, thank you, Kylian."

He frowned, folding his arms over his chest, "Get out of the car."

Sinking down in her seat, she stared straight ahead, out the windshield, arms folded over her chest, "I'm perfectly happy here."

"You can't sit in your car all night to spite me. You need to get home."

"I'll be fine." she declared, getting back to work winding the window up, "Goodnight."

As soon as she finished the window, he swung her door open, "Come on." he declared, sternly.

"Do you always demand random women get into your car?" she asked, refusing to stare anywhere but out of her windshield.

Grabbing her arm and pulling her out himself, he murmured, "Seulement les jolies."

A scowl rested on her face but she followed him to his car, well aware that he was right, she really did need a lift home- not that she'd ever tell him that. His car was nice, a large, blacked-out Mercedes, the kind of car a soccer mom would drive, which she found quite amusing. Hesitantly, she climbed into the passenger seat, relaxing into the comfortable leather.

As he started the engine, she mumbled, "Thank you."

He glanced out the window at her beat-up little car, as he drove past it in the parking lot, "Why do you drive a toaster?" he asked, not looking over at her, "Enrique been skimping on your paycheque?"

"I'm yet to get my first paycheque. Besides, I just moved to Paris, do you know how expensive that is?"

As much as she had a point; his car made hers look like a horse and cart. Besides, her lump of metal on wheels probably should've been scrapped before she was even born. She settled into his heated seat, watching the GPS on the screen.

"What, did you waste all your money on pantsuits?" he asked.

"I'm wearing a skirt."

Why did she say that as though he hadn't noticed?

They both settled into awkward silence, as he pulled out of the facility. After a few minutes, he quietly said, "Where am I taking you?"

She leant forward, typing her address into the car's GPS. He watched her and commented, "You live in the 18th?" At first, he looked a little puzzled, maybe concerned, though she highly doubted that as she wasn't too sure he experienced emotions besides horny and amused. However, when his face morphed into a smirk (an amused smirk), she already knew what was coming, "Are you a-"

"No, I'm not a fucking prostitute." she finished for him.

He grinned widely as she scowled furiously, "I was joking, jeez. That's a rough neighbourhood."

"Unfortunately, not everyone in this city can afford to live ten metres from the Eiffel Tower in a twenty-bedroom penthouse."

"You're the head of PR at PSG, I don't think you're exactly on minimum wage."

"Well, until two weeks ago I was just some PR junior at Chelsea." she paused, "This was a big promotion but I know how temporary these can be. I'm living below my means because I know my means can change like the wind."

He puffed out air, "Do you never wanna treat yourself though?"

"Easier to treat yourself when you make 2 million euros a week."

"Only if you round up." he muttered, "What were you doing at the office that late anyway?"

Flatly, she asked, "Do you really want me to say it?"

"Dealing with me?"

"You know, I relaxed for all of five seconds last night. It was so blissful until I saw your Instagram."

He contemplated apologising for maybe five seconds before remembering that it was a she-devil trapped in a supermodel's body, who sat in his passenger seat. "You follow my Instagram?"

"Literally my job."

"I'm not going to follow you back."

"Didn't ask you to."

"But you want me to, secretly. I mean, how cool would your little brother think you are?"

"I don't have a little brother." she shook her head, "Every time I think you have any redeeming qualities or you seem the least bit likeable, you just wreck it all."

"I can be very likeable." he shrugged.

"That doesn't mean you're likeable or nice. Anyone can lie."

"But I am likeable and I am very nice." he declared.

"I see, so it's just me who gets this side of you?"

"Yep." he popped his 'p'. She didn't reply.

After a while, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. She turned, casting a glare in his direction. Her eyes dragged down to his biceps, bulging out of his tight t-shirt and- No. She wasn't drooling over his muscles, no matter how big they were or how much she wanted to touch them. No! Sure, he was handsome, but he was a complete ass! He'd just admitted that!

She sighed, "I don't hate you."

"Well, hate is a very strong word." he conceded.

"Okay. But I don't hate you."

"Apology accepted."

"It wasn't an apology."

"Well, if it was I would accept it."

She shook her head, turning to look out of the window to hide the slight smile creeping onto her face, "I have nothing to apologise for."

"You ruined my reputation."

"You brought it on yourself, really. Besides, you'll recover."

He hesitated, "The old head of PR never cancelled me."

"The old head of PR got fired for a reason, and you're not cancelled."

"I feel pretty cancelled."

She rolled her eyes, as they approached the city, leaning her head on the cold window. They cruised through Paris, the street narrowing more and more the further into the urban landscape they grew.

As they neared Montmartre, she quietly said, "You can just drop me here if you want, you don't need to go out of your way."

Dryly, he laughed, "No." he softened his tone, "You shouldn't be alone at night here, it's not safe."

"It's fine. I'm a black belt in kung fu."

"What, really?"

"No. But I'm fine."

"What, have you got someone waiting to protect you at home?"

"Nope, but it's not the 18 hundreds, I don't need a chaperone."

"So there's no boyfriend in the picture or-"

"Are you seriously trying to flirt with me after lecturing me for cancelling you?"

"No, I just thought you would. You know, a good-looking woman like yourself, who knows the Kylian Mbappé. What guy wouldn't be interested?"

"Well, I don't officially know you. You don't follow me back on Instagram, after all."

Without even thinking about it, he laughed, leaning back into his seat He shrugged, "Hey, if you release a statement displaying PSG's adoration of me, maybe I'll consider liking a couple of your posts."

"Have you ever spoken to a woman before?" she asked.

"I'm not flirting." he huffed.

"So you're just asking me if I have a boyfriend because I'm good-looking and you're curious?"

"Yeah. I'm just being friendly and sociable." he hesitated before adding, "And nice and likeable. Your name is y/n... something, you don't have a brother, you don't have a boyfriend, you're not very good at kung fu, you're wearing a skirt, you make less than 2 million euros a week, you used to work at Chelsea, and you now live but don't work in the red light district."

She was a little taken aback but she didn't let it show on her face. After a moment or two, she declared, "I have a brother."

"You said you didn't?"

"I said I didn't have a little brother. He's two years older than me."

"And he's a big Kylian Mbappé fan?"

"Nah, he thinks you're-" she cut herself off, clearing her throat, "No, not really."

"He thinks I'm what?" he asked, glancing at her.

She hesitated before admitting, "A conceited prick who causes his sister week-long stomach aches."

"Oh."

"You asked," she mumbled.

"Maybe he has a point. But I can be very nice."

"You keep saying that. I'm still waiting on the evidence."

He pulled the car over, "You'll see."

She glanced out the window, up at her apartment block, then turned back to him, "Thank you for the lift, Kylian."

"You're welcome, y/n."

She opened the door and climbed out of the car, a satisfied grin on her face as her back was to him. Then, she headed inside, unaware that his eyes were fixed on her until her front door closed. He watched her leave the car and cross the street, just to make sure the freaks that hung around in her dodgy neighbourhood didn't try anything with her. Then, even once the door had closed, he watched for a couple more minutes, just to be sure.

Not because he cared about her of course. Because he didn't. He made that very clear in his mind. Just because he was a nice person. He'd do the same for anyone. Even y/n.

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mewhenimanangel · 9 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

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The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

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dearestaussiechannie · 8 months

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☾ 4:52 AM ☽ — Bang Chan

word count: 2k paring: Chan x reader genre: Angst/Comfort warnings: gender not specified!reader, Non-Idol!Chan, Chan is referred to as Chris/Christopher the whole AU, established relationship, heavy grief, deals with loss, comfort, pet names towards reader, if I missed anything or if there are any typos please lmk! Authors note: I personally have been through some terrible loss as of lately and I don't really open up about how I feel about it to the people around me but I needed to get this out somehow. If you're going through anything like this AU portrays, my heart goes out to you and really keep the people that are there for you close. Much love ♡

It’s been four months as of yesterday, so why hasn't this ache left your chest yet? How do you cope with something like this? How do you get the people around you to understand what you're going through when you can't even understand it yourself? If not everyone, then to your sweet Chris? He’d been by your side when you had gotten the phone call, drove you there and even has kept you together as best as he could even with everything that's been going on in life but it seems no matter how much time passes, how much effort he puts in, you can’t get better.

You haven't been able to get out of bed without the thought of your friend crossing your mind. When you do have the energy to go out, the smallest things seem to trigger your pain. Even if you get to stay home all day, your dreams would punish you as well, forcing you to relive memories that you want nothing more than to bury until the pain has stopped. Currently, that's exactly what’s going on.

You’ve sat up out of a dead sleep to the feeling of nothing but pain, salty streaks of where tears had been falling for who knows how long covering your cheeks. You groan softly as you wipe your face, looking at the clock beside your bed reading “4:52 AM” in bold red numbers only making you groan again but this time a bit louder. When was the last time you'd gotten a good nights sleep? Dreading the thought of being awake, you slowly crawl out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping man beside you.

Once out of your shared room, you walk quietly to the kitchen, stopping a couple of times to look at the photos hanging on the walls to ease your racing heart and mind. Once you've got a warm cup of tea and a blanket from the living room couch, you shuffle to the back patio door, unlocking it and swiftly slipping outside. The air was a bit chilly as it was now late September, sending a shiver down your spine making you pull the blanket tighter around you as the glass mug filled with tea keeps your hands warm.

The sound of the wind was peaceful, but nothing could surpass the amount of peace the sound of waves softly rolling onto the shore of the beach that your house was so close to brought to your mind. Chris had picked this house for the two of you to move into together since it was about the same distance both ways from your families homes and of course, your sweet boy loves the ocean. Every summer that you've lived here, you'd always have to drag him inside to eat, rehydrate, reapply his sunscreen or to simply relax. This year however, he’d given you that time due to what had happened. The thoughts of him running around in the water by himself or with his friends or with you bring the faintest of smiles to your face as you take a sip from your cup.

While you were outside, the person you’d left inside suddenly takes notice that you're no longer sleeping beside him and it causes slight panic to run through his veins. He repeats the motions you'd made earlier, rubbing his eyes before reading the clock that now said “5:23 AM” in those same bold red numbers. He fluffs his hair a bit as he stands, slipping his nightshirt back on and pulls a sweater over that as he takes notice of the cool temperature in the house.

He makes his way around, looking for you as carefully as he can so that he doesn't spook you when he does find you. Worry filling him more and more by the moment as he can’t seem to find you anywhere, finally looking out the back door with hope that you'll be there, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sees you, hair blowing in the breeze while you simply stare out into the horizon or into the stars. He leans against the door for a moment before he walks away from it, walking back towards the kitchen to get himself a cup of tea like you had but makes sure to get you another.

On his way back to the door, he makes sure to turn the heat up since he knows that you’ll be cold when you come back inside. Carefully, he opens the door and walks over to you, putting the drinks onto the small table in front of your patio furniture. The sudden movements pull you from your thoughts, quickly looking up at him and pulling your blanket closer. “Sweetheart… How long have you been out here? Can’t be more than 55 out here and you're crying..” He says softly, slipping onto the wicker sectional beside you, gently tapping your tears away with his sweater sleeves.

You were crying? When did you start crying and for how long? You rubbed your eyes a bit harshly as you looked away from him, sniffling slightly as you clear your throat and got a drink of your now cold tea. Chris doesn't miss a beat though, once you've pulled the mug from your lips, he takes it gently only to replace it with the fresh warm one. He also takes the moment to pull the blanket over himself as well, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he rubs your shoulder to give you some warmth.

“Christopher..” you start but he doesn’t let you finish. “Bad dream again?” He asks, looking at you, studying your face and taking notice of the redness in your cheeks as well as the tear stains. The only response you can give is a slight nod as your grip on the mug tightens, reliving your dream again making the tears rush to your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you start to shake. Chris doesn't miss these ques, taking your cup and putting it on the table before quickly pulling you closer, making you grab onto his sweater as you break down in his arms for what was probably the hundredth time in the past few months. He rubs your back gently as he listens to your soft sobs, noticing how hard you're shaking from the weather and the pain that you were feeling.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours as he keeps you close to his chest, his head resting against yours as he hums softly just for you to feel the vibrations, knowing how it helps you relax. His fingers thread through your hair, making sure not to pull as he also carefully rakes his nails across your scalp. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy as he does this, making everything in your mind somehow seem clearer. You take a deep breath as you wiggle closer to him, looking back out into the horizon, knowing this will be easier if you don’t look at him. It's always been easier to let him know your thoughts when you don't look at him.

“Chris, I miss them.. I miss them so much that it hurts. The thought of never getting to see them again, never hugging them again, never looking into their eyes, never seeing their smile ever again… it's haunting me. And there's nothing I can do to fill this empty spot that they've left. 15 years of memories, conversations, pictures, laughs are all just that now.. Memories that only I will ever remember… Why did they leave me here like this? Was there really nothing I could do to stop it? Nothing I could do to help them? Am I gonna feel like this forever? When will this pain end? I can’t take this anymore.. It's too much. I just wanna wake up from this sick nightmare and see their name pop up in my phone one more time.” You spill to him, sobbing between every word as you grab onto the blanket tighter, eyes burning from tears for the third time in such a short period of time, surely making you dehydrated.

Hearing all of this absolutely breaks Chris’s heart, having to watch his whole world, crumble and break like this. He keeps quiet as he keeps rubbing your head, listening to you speak since this is the first time you've opened up to him about what's been going on in that mind of yours for the past four long months. The pain, fear and regret that you've felt. He knows that his words won't help so he just hopes that his presence will. That the love that he has for you will help you in this agonizing process of healing that you're having to go through. He just wants you to know that even if you feel mentally alone, he's right here. He's here for you emotionally, physically, mentally and in other ways that he can be.

He softly presses his warm lips to your cold forehead, still gently humming. “My sweet angel.. I’m sorry that you feel this way and I know that there's not much that I can do since time will have to heal this wound but I want you to know that I'm right here, you're not alone okay? Even if I can’t feel what you're feeling, I will be right here to pick you back up when you fall or break. I will pick you back up just as they would want you to be. Help you every step of the way. I love you and so did they and that's what I want you to remember okay? It was all more than just a memory, it was their story and they were so lucky to have you in it, sweetheart. They were so lucky to have you as their best friend for as long as they lived.”

You wipe your eyes again, no more tears passing your lashes as you look up at him, slowly moving your hand up to his cheek and rubbing the soft skin with your thumb. “When you miss them, always remember to look for them in the sunsets.. In the stars.. Or..” He looks away from you then back down with a gentle smile, moving your face back towards the beach as he whispers. “In the warm, morning sunrises.. They'll always be right there.. Watching over you and cheering you on.” He whispers to you as he again presses his lips to your forehead, this time making contact with your temple as he takes your cold hands into his warm ones, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumbs.

You let out a broken chuckle that mixes with a sob, shaky breaths no longer turning into clouds as the sun starts to warm the air again. You look back to your sweet Chris, giving a sleepy smile before the weight of your head falls into the nape of his neck, indirectly telling him you're too tired to get back up and walk into the bedroom to get more sleep. Luckily, he takes notice, wrapping the blanket tighter around you, carrying you into your shared home and to the bed that's been waiting for you both to come back. This is exactly where you needed to be in a time like this. In the arms of someone who loves you no matter how broken you are. Home.

Once in the bed, Chris covers you both up as the sun peeks through the curtains like warm kisses before you look at the clock. It now reads “6:48 AM” and you sigh, flipping it so you couldn't see the numbers anymore, rolling over to face Chris, kissing him gently before closing your eyes fully. “I love you so much, Christopher Bang.” “And I love you, Y/n L/n.” He repeats, rubbing your back again as you begin to drift off into sleep. Sleeping better than you had in so long, now dreaming of the good things again, no more nightmares of grief… Just dreams of love.

"Goodbye for now but not forever, we’ll see each other in my dreams again. Don’t forget to come visit my dreams full of love for you soon."

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“I’d rather stay here with my baby” - reader gets her period

You woke up with sharp pains in your stomach and the feeling of wanting to throw up. You reached for your phone that was charging on the bedside table. The light from your phone and the sleepiness in your eyes made it hard to see, making you squint. You groaned when you saw the numbers 5.23 lit up the screen.

Jack was sleeping soundly on his stomach beside you. Your decision to sleep in a tank top and a pair of shorts was not appreciated right now, because even though you were wrapped up in a big fluffy cover, you were still shaking from being so cold. Without waking Jack up, you got out of bed, the cold floor hitting your feet, making you shiver more than you already were. You put on your slippers and shuffled to the bathroom. As soon as you pulled out your shorts you saw that you got an early gift from Mother Nature. It was not supposed to come today, and that is why you weren’t wearing any protection.

“Fucking hell,” you said, annoyed. At least now you know why you were on the verge of crying all day yesterday. You groaned and reached for a tampon. After you were finished you washed your hands and dragged yourself to your closet, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants along with one of Jack’s hoodies. You put them on and walked back to your bedroom. Jack had moved and was now sleeping on his back, perfect. you thought as you slipped under the cover.

You cuddled closer to him and put your head on his chest. He moved a little bit before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

After a few minutes of pain, you finally fell asleep in his arms.

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“Babe, time to wake up,” Jack whispered and kissed you on the head. You groaned and opened your eyes and saw a smiling Jack. You were still cuddled up on him, but you were laying down on your stomach, your head burrowed in his neck and a hand around him.

“No,” you mumbled and cuddled closer to him. The pain in your stomach began once more, making you groan.

“Come on, it’s 10 am” he poked your stomach, which made glare at him, only receiving a laugh back. You couldn’t help but get tears, damned be periods, you thought.

But Jack didn’t know that, of course. He immediately got worried and moved a bit to see your face better. You shuffled in bed and were now laying on your side facing him. Your hand was on your lower stomach as you tried to massage it.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me” Jack grabbed your face.

“period,” you mumbled back at him as a sharp pain hit your stomach again “fuck” you groaned.

“Oohhh,” he said, understanding why you were emotional.

“Come here, baby,” he said and pulled you closer to him.

“Try to sleep a few more minutes; I’ll go make us breakfast,” he said and kissed you on the head.

“Mm, okay,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his body. He pulled you impossibly closer and rubbed your back; he knew you would always get lower back pains too. His breathing made you relax more in his arms, and the back rubs he gave you made you fall asleep.

Jack slowly put you down and got off the bed, pouting at how cute you looked, and feeling sad for you. You would always feel horrible when you got your period, so he knew how much this bothered you.

Instead of making breakfast, he quickly drove to Starbucks, but before that, he went to the store nearby and bought multiple snacks. He called Urban while he drove home.

“Hey, zaddyyyy” he yelled as soon as Urban answered.

“Whazzuppp” Urban said.

“Listen, I won’t be able to come today.”

“What, why? It’s bros night,” Urban exclaimed

“Yuh well, my girl needs me, so rain check,” he said as Urban groaned.

“Fiiiinee, tell her I said hi,” he said, and they said their goodbyes.

He quietly got in the house and put all of the stuff in the kitchen before tiptoeing into the bedroom where you still were sleeping. He looked down at his phone and saw that you’d been sleeping an hour now. He went into the kitchen again, deciding to wake you up after he finished putting everything up.

After that, he took a glass of water and a painkiller to your room.

”Babe, time to get up,” He said and put them on the bedside table and sat next to you on the bed. You moved around under the covers before pulling your head out of them and looked at Jack with your head all over the place. He laughed at your face and pulled your hair out of your face.

”How are you feeling?” He gently asked and kissed your head

”Same,” you groaned. Jack got up and helped you sit up before giving you the water and the pill. You got up from the bed, and you both walked to the living room, where Jack had set up two plates with sandwiches and drinks. You looked at him with a pout and sat down on the couch.

”Thank you, bubs,” you mumbled and took a sip from your drink. Jack put on a cute Christmas movie on Netflix but started telling you a story of what happened to him at the studio the other day. You both sat on the couch, laughing at his story; he put his hand on your lower stomach and then abruptly stood up.

”Where are you going?” You asked confusedly

”Give me a second” He went into the bedroom with something in his hand and then into the kitchen; after a few minutes, he was back with a heating pad in his hands.

”Have I told you you’re the best?” You looked at him with big eyes. He laughed and put the heating pad on your lower stomach with his hands over it.

”Once or twice,” he shrugged and gave you a wink. You sat like that for the remaining of the movie. Jack put away the breakfast and came back to where you were sitting. He took a blanket and put on another movie for you to watch. Halfway into the second movie, you fell asleep on his lap.

You woke up after an hour; Jack was now playing a game on his PlayStation. He told you to go get a warm shower, knowing how much that relaxes you. When you stood in the shower you remembered that Jack was going to Urban’s house for boy’s night tonight, and immediately got sad again. You didn’t want him to stay at home just because of you, but you still didn’t want to be alone. You got out of the long shower and took one of his hoodies again with a pair of sweatpants, and shuffled to the living room where Jack was waiting for you.

He had the whole table filled with all kinds of different snacks and takeout food.

”What’s all this?” You asked

”We’re going to sit here and enjoy this day together, wrapped up in this blanket,” He said and held up the blanket for you to sit under.

”But, what about boy’s night?” You asked him, feeling yourself get emotional

”Fuck that, I rather stay here with my baby,” he said and put his arm around you. Your eyes got filled with tears, and you sniffled.

”Why are you crying?” He pulled back and wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek.

”I don’t want you to stay at home just because of me,” you said ”I’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve been doing this for a while now,” you chuckled.

”But I wanna be with you; the guys can have me another day,” He answered and leaned down to kiss you

He had bought delivery from your favorite restaurant, and you sat down and ate while talking about everything; he was making lame jokes and planting kisses every other minute, and even touching here and there, snuggling into each other. Once you felt better with the pain you got touchier and just wanted him. You were watching another movie but, once again, not paying that much attention to it. You were sitting with your back against his chest, playing with your fingers.

”What are you thinking about?” He gently asked

“You know what would make me feel better?” You answered him

“Tell me”

”You,” you said coyly. He looked at you with his eyebrows up and a smug smile.

”Oh really, is that so?” He said, making you nod eagerly as he came closer to you with his face.

”How about we go and make you feel better then?” He stood up, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom.

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

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Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chrissy was getting dressed for school, excited to see Eddie again. After last night, she really couldn't stop smiling. She also couldn't stop humming Bob Dylan and Muddy Waters as she twirled around the room. She pulled on her favorite blue jumper and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Eddie had let it slip yesterday that he liked seeing her in blue, that it brought out her eyes. She was just putting up the finishing touches when she heard Dustin talking into the phone from the living room.

". . .she spent all evening with her new boyfriend, Eddie. . ."

Chrissy hurried into the living room and ripped the phone from his hand.

"Who are you talking to?" Chrissy asked.

"Argyle," Dustin said.

"By the way, Eddie is not my boyfriend," Chrissy said.

"Hmm, is he not a boy and a friend?" Dustin asked.

"Don't be so technical, smartass," Chrissy asked and put the phone to her ear. "Hey, Argy."

"Hey, Lady Henderson, I figured I would make the rounds since Jonathan called me this morning," Argy said.

"He called you?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, we talked for a while," Argyle said. "He said he got up early so he could talk to me."

"Aww, that's cute," Chrissy said.

"What's this that I hear from the Little Dude about a boy and a friend?" Argyle asked.

"Oh, Dustin's just being a little shithead, Eddie's just a friend," Chrissy said.

"Sure, he is, Chrissy Cat," Argyle said. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, just this blue jumper that I thought Eddie would like," Chrissy said.

"Ha!" Argyle said.

"Damn it! Okay. So, I have a little crush," Chrissy sighed. "You know, you don't see me pressing you about your crush when you might not be aware - "

"Oh, I'm fully aware of my crush on Jonathan," Argyle said.

"Oh? Okay, so I'm allowed to tease you about it?" Chrissy asked.

"Go ahead!" Argyle said teasingly.

"Well, I feel like I'm on the spot now," Chrissy laughed.

"Chrissy! Steve is here!" Claudia called.

"Oh, well, I guess I have to go," Chrissy said.

"Talk to you later, Lady Henderson!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled on her jacket and grabbed her backpack before leading Dustin out towards the door. They quickly said their goodbyes to Claudia and Mews before leaving the house. Chrissy didn't waste any time pushing Dustin into the back seat of the car.

"Jesus, we're not going to get there any faster if you injure me," Dustin scowled. "Eager to suck face with your boyfriend?"

"He is NOT my boyfriend!" Chrissy blushed.

"So, Chrissy, your boyfriend couldn't give you a ride this morning?" Steve asked with a teasing grin.

"Shut up, Harrington!" Chrissy exclaimed and messed up his hair.

"Hey! Watch the hair, Henderson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Keep your boyfriend in line, Nance," Chrissy glared.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to," Nance said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Barf," Robin said as Steve drove off with a smile on his face. "So, seriously, nothing happened?"

"Well, I offered to teach him to cook, we ate, talked, then we listened to music and danced. Of course, we were interrupted by his uncle," Chrissy replied.

"Hmm, first the bird and now the uncle. I think the universe might be telling you not to go for it, Chrissy," Robin said.

"Either that or to hurry up and make a move," Steve said.

"That's true," Robin said. "Are you going to make a move because I think it's about time that women take charge, you know?"

"I second that," Nancy said. "And so does Steve. He loves being the little spoon."

"And I'm not ashamed of it," Steve grinned.

As soon as Chrissy got out of the car, a blurry figure slid into her, slipping on some ice. She barely had time to catch him, but she managed. Chrissy wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist as he steadied himself, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Henderson, you're not busy tonight, are you?" Eddie asked breathlessly.

"No, can't say that I am," Chrissy said. "Are you wanting to see me again?"

"I definitely do, but I also want you to see me," Eddie said.

"What?" She asked.

"My band Corroded Coffin is playing at the Hideout tonight, you know, if you wanted to come," Eddie said, his eyes eager and hopeful.

"Do you mean the Hide Away?" Steve asked.

"No, that's a different bar," Eddie replied.

"We have two bars that sound similar?" Steve asked in confusion.

"Um, yeah, they're actually rival bars. The Hide Away changed their name out of spite," Eddie said. "Anyway, you in or you out, Henderson?"

"Yeah, I'm sure she wants - " Steve started to say with a grin before Nancy elbowed him. "Ow!"

"Yes, I would love to come," Chrissy said with a grin.

Eddie grinned, surged forward, and kissed her cheek. Suddenly, the car door opened, pushing Chrissy further into Eddie's arms.

"You're blocking the door, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Chrissy said and moved out of the way with Eddie.

"Explain to me why you just kissed my sister," Dustin said as he climbed out of the car. "Are you the guy she won't stop gushing about?"

"I'm Eddie," he introduced with narrow eyes.

"Oh, so, you are the guy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I suppose I am," Eddie grinned while Chrissy glared at her brother. "You must be Dustin, the brother she won't shut up about and the future member of Hellfire."

"Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"You didn't tell him about Hellfire?" Eddie asked with a gasp and pressed a hand to his chest.

"I was going to surprise him," Chrissy said.

"What's Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"Hellfire is a D&D club at the high school that Eddie here runs," Chrissy said.

"What?! Why didn't you ever tell me? Oh my God, do you think if I study hard enough that I can get early admission into high school? Nancy, did you know about this?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, I did," Nancy said in amusement.

"And you never told Mike?" Dustin asked.

"Nope," Nancy said.

"She also has a brother who plays?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy giggled at the look of joy on his face.

"More future members," Eddie said rubbing his hands together.

"Are you going to be there by the time I get to high school?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I'm a senior now, so hopefully not," Eddie replied. "But I'm going to make damn sure that the club is still around when you get there."

"Awesome," Dustin said. "That's a cool vest. Did you put those patches on yourself?"

"I did," Eddie said and ruffled his hair.

"Your boyfriend's cool, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed as he ran off towards the high school.

"Did you hear that? He thinks I'm cool," Eddie replied with a grin.

"He also called you Chrissy's boyfriend," Steve pointed out.

"Don't you need to go and do something with your hair?" Eddie asked. "Like, I don't know, make love to it."

"At least I care about my hair, Munson. What do you use? Dirt?" Steve scoffed.

"Well, some of us can't afford to use some of those fancy hair care products that I'm sure take up most of that huge house of yours," Eddie snapped.

"You don't need to be rich to take care of your hair," Steve said. "I could help you if you want."

"Yeah, I'll ask for help from you when hell freezes over, King Steve," Eddie scoffed.

Steve laughed, a hardness around his eyes, and raised his hands in surrender while Nancy pulled him away, rolling her eyes. Robin followed after them, giving Eddie a curious look before she left. Chrissy turned on Eddie with a curious look.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"I don't like the guy, I'm sorry you have to hang out with him," Eddie said.

"I don't have to hang out with him. I chose to. I knew him long before Nancy did. He's a really great guy," Chrissy said.

"He was a bit of an asshole," Eddie replied.

"You did go after his hair first, and he also tried to be nice by offering to help. He loves hair," Chrissy said. "He hates being called King Steve, just like you hate being called Junior."

"Fine, fine!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his hands and rolling his eyes. "He's a good guy, fine. Are you still coming tonight?"

"Yeah, I said I would," Chrissy huffed. "I promised my mom I would have dinner with her and Dusty tonight."

"Yeah, we don't go on until later," Eddie said with a sigh.

"Fine, I'll see you there," Chrissy said.

"Fine."

Ronnie suddenly bounded over, opening her mouth to greet Chrissy. She closed her mouth when she sensed the tension between them.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie asked. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Nothing, you interrupted nothing," Chrissy said. "I'm going inside to get away from this cold."

The last thing she heard as she walked away was Ronnie turning on Eddie.

"What did you do?" Ronnie hissed.

"Nothing!"

"I swear if you screw this up. . . !"

Later that day, Chrissy was sitting in the library during her free period, sketching in her journal. Was she pouting? Definitely. They hadn't been friends for very long, but they already got into a little tiff. He had to know that Steve was important to her, and if Eddie could never get along with him, then how could she possibly date him? The thought of that left a pit in her stomach. She was so upset by all of it that she had to draw in her sketch book, and she was drawing furiously.

"Wow, I really made you angry," Eddie's voice came over her shoulder.

Chrissy jumped and turned around to glare at him. In the sketchbook, Eddie was standing underneath an anvil.

"Well, I figured it can go either way. I can save you or let it fall on your head," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have insulted your friend," Eddie sighed.

"I didn't appreciate the way you humored me either. He really is a good guy," Chrissy said.

"No, that was shitty of me too," Eddie said.

"Have you ever even talked with him before?" Chrissy asked softly.

"No," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I kind of assumed that he was like Hagan and Perkins."

"He's nothing like those assholes," Chrissy sighed. "You should at least try to know him before judging him. Not all jocks are assholes."

"Yeah, see, I know that because you're a jock," Eddie blushed. "It's just hard."

"The other jocks or Higgins don't necessarily make it easy," Chrissy sighed.

"I'm going to try and work on it, though," Eddie said.

Chrissy sighed and leaned her forehead against his. He sighed and closed his eyes. He leaned back and kissed her scarred eyebrow, cupping her face.

"None of that in my library!" The librarian shrieked.

"Goddamnit!" Eddie cursed and Chrissy giggled.

The bell rang, signaling that they needed to head to class. Walking out of the library, Eddie's other friends tracked him down.

"So, this is the girl Ronnie told us about. I thought for sure you scared her away," a curly haired boy said.

"Not yet," Eddie laughed. "Chrissy, this Gareth, Stan, and Jeff."

"Nice to meet you all," Chrissy said and grinned at Eddie. "And Eddie isn't anything to be scared of. He's a teddy bear."

"Hah! TEDDY!" Gareth exclaimed.

"Alright, shut it, asshole," Eddie laughed. "Hopefully, tonight, she's going to become our number one fan."

"Really? Are you coming tonight?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see you guys play," Chrissy said.

"Don't get too excited. The Hideout is, well, not a great place, and we only play to like five drunks," Eddie said.

"Five drunks is generous," Stan said rolling his eyes.

"I'm sure you guys are going to do great as long as you guys have fun," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, we always do," Jeff said. "I mean, we're no Metallica, but I think we're good."

"Hey, everyone started somewhere," Chrissy said. "Do all of you play?"

"Not me. I've only started playing D&D this year. I'm a freshman," Gareth said. "But Jeff, Ronnie, and Stan are in the band. Shit, I'm going to be late to class. It was nice to meet you."

Gareth flashed her his braces and scowled as he moved through the crowd.

"We should probably do the same," Eddie said.

Everyone dispersed and started walking to their class. Chrissy looked at Eddie in amusement as he walked beside her, whistling a jaunty tune. Eddie stopped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Isn't your class in the other direction?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Eddie said and started walking the other way before stopping. "Did you memorize my schedule, Henderson?"

"No!"

"Lies!"

As Chrissy was sitting down to eat lunch with her friends, she found that Eddie had plopped down beside her, across from Steve and Nancy.

"Harrington," Eddie greeted.

"Munson," Steve said stiffly.

"I would like to formally apologize to you and invite you guys to come to the Hideout to hear us play," Eddie said, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, that would be good," Steve said. "Looking forward to it. Apology officially accepted. I should also apologize for the dirt comment."

"Apology accepted, though sometimes I do put dirt in my hair," Eddie said.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"The ground loves me," Eddie said.

"Weird way to say you're a klutz," Steve laughed.

"Okay, now that the awkward moment is out of the way. . .Are we also invited, or is it couples only?" Robin asked.

"You're invited, too, Wheeler, and Byers," Eddie said.

"Um, what time? I'm expecting a phone call this afternoon," Jonathan said, his cheeks pink.

"About 7 or 8 should be good," Eddie replied.

"Oh, the call should be over by then, so yeah, I'll be there," Jonathan said.

Chrissy bit her lip and smiled, knowing that Jonathan was more than likely talking about Argyle. For the rest of the day, it was all she could think about. She flounced out of the doors, about to walk towards when she got approached by Jason, who was clearly waiting for her. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Chrissy," Jason said. "You look pretty today."

"Thanks," Chrissy said, and Jason paused as if he was expecting something. "If you're hoping I'll tell you that you're pretty too, you're going to be waiting a long time."

"Look, Chrissy, I haven't talked to you in a while, I'm hoping that I gave you enough space to think about us," Jason said.

"Jason, there is no us. Get it through your thick skull. I don't want to be with you, I will never want to be with you," Chrissy said.

"Come on, Chrissy, you haven't given me a chance," Jason said. "Not even one date."

"The fact that you won't take no for an answer proves to me that you don't even deserve a date," Chrissy snapped. "No, Jason!"

His face changed so quickly that it startled her. He moved closer to her, glaring at her.

"I'm trying to save you from ruining your already tainted reputation from the stink of the freak," Jason said.

"I don't need saving by anyone, let alone you. Eddie is a better man than you will ever be. I don't give a shit about my reputation, I like how it is, and I like my friends," Chrissy said. "So back the fuck off."

Chrissy turned to walk away when Jason grabbed her arm, turning her back to him.

"Listen here, you little - FUCK!" Jason yelped.

Chrissy had grabbed his crotch with her free hand and squeezed.

"Let go of me, and I'll let go of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "You need to understand that you're not the hero in my story. . .you're the villain, but you can always turn it around. What kind of man do you want to be?"

Jason let go of her arm, and Chrissy let him go, smiling as he sank to the ground. She walked away from him, a jaunt in her step.

"BITCH!" Jason yelled.

"Bitch, witch, whatever works for you!" Chrissy said as she gave him the finger without looking at him.

Steve and Nancy had been rushing from the car when she met them halfway.

"Jesus. Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"What the hell was that about?" Nancy asked.

"Jason wouldn't take no for an answer, and he grabbed my arm, so I squeezed his dick," Chrissy said with a shrug.

"Jesus, well, do we need to stop by the police station?" Steve asked.

"No. . .I mean, I don't think Hopper can do anything about it. Jason's dad is a lawyer. I got him back, so hopefully, he won't be a problem for me anymore," Chrissy said.

"Well, if he does bother you again or lay hands on you, then we definitely should report him," Nancy said.

"Or I can get him with the bat," Steve muttered.

Chrissy cleared her throat when she saw Dustin walking quickly towards her from the middle school. The conversation was over. She really didn't want to have to explain to her little brother how she grabbed a guy's dick at school. She was a little surprised at herself for doing it. She didn't think she was capable of doing something like that, and she did it without thinking. She didn't feel guilty about it all, and she hoped Jason never forced her hand like that again. She was silent the entire ride back home. She had decided not to ride back with Eddie this time due to the fact that she was eating with her family tonight. Dinner time was a much happier affair as Dustin went on and on about Eddie. It was adorable the way he talked about him. Unfortunately, she had to let him down when she told him about going to see him play, and he pouted about it for the rest of dinner.

"Be careful!" Claudia said as she left the house. "Have fun, too!"

"You better tell me everything when you get back!" Dustin hollered.

"Will do!" Chrissy said.

Chrissy slid into the backseat with Robin and Jonathan. It was smart to bring just one car.

"Yeah, mom and Will practically pushed me out the door when Steve showed up," Jonathan muttered in greeting. "I think they're way too excited that I have friends now."

"Aw, they're happy for you," Chrissy said, and then she pointed out his camera. "You going to take some shots?"

"Hopefully, I didn't think to ask Eddie," Jonathan said. "I told Argyle about it, and he said he wished he could be here."

"I'm sure Eddie will not mind at all," Chrissy said.

They finally found the Hideout between an abandoned steel work factory and a cornfield. It was a small bar with bricked up windows with what looked like a handmade stage in the back. The floors had never been cleaned, and everything was sticky, but it was. . .quaint. When they walked in, Eddie was arguing with an older maroon haired woman. His eyes lit up when he spotted them.

"See, Bev, there they are!" Eddie exclaimed. "Customers who are begging to see me play! Byers even brought a camera!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm so eager. I'm practically on my knees to see him play," Steve smirked.

"Ignore him," Eddie grinned.

"Fine! Fine! Go on, Junior," Bev huffed.

Eddie jumped in excitement and ran over to them, hugging Chrissy tightly. She giggled as he shook her from side to side. He pulled back, kissed her eyebrow, and then poked her nose.

"Thanks for coming, witch," Eddie said.

"Couldn't wait to see my favorite freak play," Chrissy said, smiling.

Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her forehead before scampering off. He was practically skipping.

"I think we were just blurry shapes to him," Steve said, and Nancy giggled.

"He definitely only had eyes for you," Nancy agreed.

"Shut up," Chrissy said, but she was smiling.

They moved closer to the stage and grabbed a couple of tables, watching as they set up. Pretty soon, Eddie was front and center, standing in front of the mic with his guitar in his hands. He looked so angelic, standing up there even under such shitty lighting. For a moment, she couldn't hear anything. . .all she could see was Eddie. . .until she heard him calling her name.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie breathed into the mic as he stared at her. "This is for you."

Chrissy gasped happily, her heart pounding in her chest as euphoria filled her as Corroded Coffin began to play. Chrissy clasped her hands under her chin, pressing them against her chest as the feeling of affection overwhelmed her. He kept eye contact with her the entire time he played that song. He was so amazingly beautiful and so. . .so. . .fuck it, the man was sexy. It was completely and utterly mesmerizing. She didn't even notice Jonathan taking a picture of the moment until he showed her a few days later. When she framed it later, she realized she was completely head over heels for this man. But now, in this moment, she wasn't really thinking about it. Only Eddie and how amazing he was. . .how amazing the others were. They were all so passionate, playing with their hearts, not really caring if the others liked it as well. Their joy carried out through their music, dancing over the group who had come to see them play. Chrissy watched her friends, and she could tell they were enjoying the show as well. Chrissy noticed that Robin's eyes never left Ronnie's. Finally, Bev cut the music, pulling the plug on their sound.

"Alright, that's enough! I have a damn headache!" Bev complained.

Eddie jumped down from the stage, meeting Chrissy hallway. He hugged her tightly and scooped her up off the ground, twirling her around. Chrissy giggled at Eddie as he set her down.

"You were amazing," Chrissy breathed.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," she said and pulled herself out of his arms. "You all were."

She moved to hug the others, much to their surprised. She was pretty sure Jeff hugged her longer to annoy Eddie.

"Yeah, man, you guys were great," Steve said. "Not my type of music, but I definitely enjoyed the way you guys played."

"Thanks, man," Eddie grinned as he shook Steve’s hand.

Chrissy watched in amusement as Robin moved nervously over to Ronnie, her face shinning.

"Hey, Robin Wheeler, can I help you with anything?" She asked.

"That's not my name, I'm Ronnie Ecker," she said with a teasing grin.

"Oh! No! I meant that I'm Robin Wheeler, twin sister to Nancy. Fraternal twins, obviously," Robin said, laughing.

"Right," Ronnie said. "You can definitely help me put these babies away. Can you handle that?"

"Definitely!" Robin exclaimed.

Of course, Eddie had completely missed that interaction as Chrissy helped him but she didn't miss a thing.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Nothing," Chrissy snorted.

Afterward, the group sat at the bar, discussing their music and their different tastes in music. Nerds, metalheads, a band geek, and a jock have come together to enjoy each other's company. Chrissy couldn't help but enjoy the feeling that came over her as she watched Eddie work behind the bar, tending to their newfound friends and the one drunk. She wondered if their lunch table was going to get bigger.

Chapter Seven

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, blood

Chapter 9-

Hopper took you to the hospital after dropping all the kids off at their homes including Billy and Max. To your relief, Hopper had spun some lie about why Billy took so long to get Max home and Neil Hargrove seemed to believe it.

The doctors said you just had a suffered a Grade 2 concussion, but after some must needed rest you would be okay.

El had slept for nearly 24 hours after draining her energy closing the gate and you weren't far off that either. Hopper had actually insisted for you to take Monday off school and you weren't going to argue about that because that meant you missed double math, so it was a win-win.

"You and Hopper patch things up?" Steve called out, jogging over to you as the Chief drove out the carpark after dropping you off.

His eye was still deeply bruised and you knew Billy would have similar marks too, you just hoped there were no new ones from Neil added to it.

"Not even close." You answered, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. "Did I miss much in class yesterday?"

Steve shook his head, "just lots of Pythagoras which I still don't understand. And having to deal with a worked-up Billy Hargrove on the basketball court. So just another Monday really."

"Wait, why was he worked up?"

You were almost positive that Hopper covering for Billy and Max the other night was enough to get Neil off his back, but maybe you were wrong.

"He was worried about you, especially when you didn't show up yesterday."

"Oh." Was all you could say before the familiar sound of the Camaro roared into school and you turned around to find the slick blue Chevy pull up in his usual carpark, Iron Maiden blasting through the open windows.

"Well, I don't want to give Hargrove another excuse to punch me." Steve said, motioning to his black eye. "I'll see you in class."

You waved goodbye as Steve walked towards the school before you began to make your way over to the Camaro just as Billy and Max climbed out.

"If you're not back here in time after basketball practice-" Billy started to say before Max cut him off.

"I'm skating home. I know." She said, rolling her eyes as she began to skate off towards Middle School next door.

Billy glared at the back of his sister's head before he locked the Camaro, but the glare on his face vanished when he saw you walking towards him. Instant relief washed over him and you found yourself sighing with relief noticing that the only bruises on his face were the ones from Steve.

"How's your head?" He asked, trying to act cool, but you could you tell he was worried.

"It's fine. Probably going to scar though."

Billy took a step towards you and lifted his hand, tracing his thumb gently over the butterfly stitches still over the cut. His bright blue eyes staring at it before meeting your gaze as he bit his lip.

"What is it?" You asked, knowing he wanted to say something, but was clearly second guessing himself.

He didn't say anything for the longest time before he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his body. You let out a small, surprised yelp at the sudden movement before his lips were on yours silencing you.

Billy Hargrove was kissing you in the school parking lot in front of everyone. Holy shit.

You quickly kissed him back, your hands coming up and cupping his face as he stepped back into the side of the Camaro while holding your hips firmly against his body.

The two of you only pulled apart when the school bell rang and then proceeded to make out and be late to first period late, but you figured it was worth it.

The school day dragged by, and you were sick of everyone asking about the cut on your forehead. Although, you were intrigued about the rumours that were spreading through the halls about Steve and Billy getting into a fight after showing up with marching bruises.

Some simply thought that the bruises were a mere coincidence and weren't connected. But others believed that Steve got fed up with Billy taking over his King title and finally did something about it. However, the most popular rumour rolling through Hawkins High was that Steve had tried to get with you and Billy found out about it.

Neither Billy nor Steve seemed to care about the rumours. Simply brushing them off whenever someone asked about it. Nobody really tried to ask you about it which wasn't a surprise since you didn't speak with anyone unless you were forced to for class.

You weren't at Hawkins to make friends, however, now that the whole Upside Down thing happened, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve had taken it upon themselves to interact with you more. It was mainly just small greetings in the hallways, but it was more than what you were expecting.

By time the bell rang for school, you were ready to go home. You were still a little fatigued from the concussion and had started to get a headache by third period, so of course when you walked to the carpark, Hoppers Chevy was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed and sat down on the curb while your fellow students walked past and left. The carpark becoming less and less full as the minutes ticked by and before you knew it, there was only a handful of cars left, most of which belonged to the basketball team who you knew had practice Tuesday afternoons.

Hopper had promised he would be waiting in the carpark after school to drive you home, but of course, he wasn't here. You should have seen that coming.

Logically, you knew he was probably busy at work. He was the Chief of Police after all, but a small part of you thought that maybe he had just forgotten about you and that hurt more than the headache you had.

"Hey, you're the Chief's daughter, right?" An unfamiliar voice called out.

You glanced over your shoulder to find a guy with long dark hair walking towards. You had seen him in class and around the place before. He sat with those nerds in the cafeteria, all wearing matching shirts and he was extremely loud, unafraid to speak his true thoughts.

He had never spoken to you before though. Most people didn't speak to you, so it wasn't that weird. It was how you liked it.

Eddie Munson.

You had heard of him. Most the school knew who he was. It was his second year as a Senior and was the local drug dealer. That was just common knowledge, so why the hell was he willingly talking to you?

"I am. And you sell drugs to teenagers. Shouldn't you be like, I don't know, avoiding the Chief's daughter and not talking to her?" You asked, looking over at him.

Eddie smiled in amusement, "that would be the smart thing, right? Lucky for you, I'm not so smart."

"That why you're repeating senior year?"

"Pretty much yeah. Although the way my grades are going, I'll be repeating next year too."

He walked over and plonked himself down on the curb beside you and you had absolutely no idea why he was still talking to you let alone sitting beside you.

"Rumour has it that Harrington tried to steal you from Hargrove. Explains their injuries, but it doesn't explain yours. What happened?" He asked, motioning towards the cut on your forehead.

"Rumour has it that you and your little cult worship the devil." You shot back, trying to avoid his question.

"Not a cult just a club for nerds."

You nodded, but the small action made your headache pulse causing you to wince a little. Stupid concussion.

"You okay?" Eddie asked, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"It's fine, just got a headache." You brushed off.

Eddie stared at you for a moment before he pulled his backpack from his shoulder and began rifling through the front pocket trying to find something before he eventually pulled out a packet of ibuprofen and held it out towards you.

"Really? Thought you'd have something a little stronger." You joked, taking the painkillers with a small smile.

"I might not be smart, but I'm not stupid enough to give weed to the Chief's daughter."

"Fair point." You agreed, popping a couple of the pills and swallowing them before handing the packet back. "Thank you."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes as you sat in surprisingly comfortable silence, but you were still trying to wrack your brain on why Eddie Munson was sitting with you. He didn't even know you.

"Is there a reason that you're talking to me, Munson?" You eventually asked, unable to help yourself.

"Honestly? No. I was walking back to my van and saw you sitting here alone, you looked kinda sad. Figured you could use a friend."

You raised your eyebrow, "we're friends now?"

"Your boyfriend probably wouldn't like that. Just thought you could use some company while you waited for him... I mean, I figured he was taking you home since I can't see that loud Mustang anywhere." He explained, looking back at the vastly empty carpark behind him.

"No, actually the Chief is meant to pick me up. But, he got held up at work."

"Oh."

You snorted softly at the slightly panicked look on his face as he glanced over his shoulder like he expected Hopper to be standing behind him with handcuffs.

"Relax, he won't arrest you for talking to me and Billy won't punch you for it either. I'm my own person, those guys don't get a say in who I decide to talk to." You responded and Eddie nodded, still a little tense though. "You can go though if you want. I'm fine waiting by myself and thanks for the pain killers."

Eddie looked half tempted to accept the out you were giving him, but to your surprise he shook his head and remained seated and the two you ended up talking about Metallica for the next 20 minutes.

"Munson. The fuck you doing?" Billy's voice shouted from across the school.

You looked up to find him walking towards the two of you, his skin still glistening from his post training shower, but he was glaring at Eddie who just sighed dramatically and stood up.

"Hargrove, pleasure as always." Eddie said with a forced smile, but Billy just glared harder at him. "Relax, big boy, I was just giving her some pain killers. She has a headache."

You stood up too, throwing your backpack over your shoulder as Billy stopped in front of the two of you, his eyed glued to Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Pain killers? You trying to get her high?"

"High on Ibuprofen? I don't think that's possible, but I do have some weed if you're interested?"

"Your weed is shit compared the stuff in Cali. Ain't wasting my money on that crap." Billy grunted, staring at him for a moment before he took a step towards you and leant forward kissing you a little more passionately than usual and you knew it was to make a point in front of Eddie.

"Relax, we were just talking." You whispered against his lips.

You half expected Billy to ark up and tell Eddie to stay away from you, but to your surprise and relief, Billy simply nodded.

"Why are you still here? School ended like an hour ago." Billy eventually said, pulling away.

"Well, I should get going. If you ever change your mind about the weed, you know where to find me, Hargrove. And Y/N... pretend that you didn't hear that." Eddie quickly said, already walking off towards his van.

You chuckled softly and Billy rolled his eyes, watching the other guy leave before he turned his attention back to you.

"Hopper was meant to pick me up. The Mustang is still kinda broken, remember?" You answered and Billy nodded as he glanced around and you knew he was looking for his sister. "I saw Max skate off with the other kids when she realised you weren't by the Camaro. I think they went to the arcade."

"Of course, she did." He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "Come on, I'll drive you home before I go and pick her up."

You nodded and followed Billy over to the Camaro, Iron Maiden still playing from his drive this morning as he reversed out the carpark before you gave him instructions on how to get to Hopper’s cabin.

The Mustang was parked out the front of the cabin after Hopper got it towed back from the junkyard, but it still didn't work and you didn't exactly have the money to fix it.

"I can take a look at her, if you want?" Billy offered, pulling the Camaro up beside your Mustang.

Wait, Billy knew how to fix cars?

"I know the basics. I do my own maintenance on the Camaro." He said as if he knew what you were thinking. "I can't guarantee that I'll be able to fix it, but I can take a look."

So, that's how you found yourself sitting on the porch steps while Billy leant over the hood of the Mustang working with the spare tools of Hoppers that you found in the cabin.

"How was school?" El asked, walking out the cabin and sitting down beside you.

"It was okay. I think I made a new friend." You admitted causing the girl to smile brightly.

"A friend like Billy?" She asked, innocently.

You shook your head, "no, not like Billy. Billy and I are... we're like you and Mike."

"He's your boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

"I like him."

That caused you to smile as you glanced down at El to find her watching Billy work on the Mustang curiously. You followed her line of sight and smiled too, but that smile quickly vanished when you saw the Police car pulling up behind the Camaro.

Shit.

You were on your feet in an instant, knowing that Hopper wouldn't be happy that you were still seeing Billy, let alone Billy being here at the cabin that nobody was meant to know the location of.

Billy stopped what he was doing when he heard the Chevy pull up and quickly lifted his head from under the hood and froze when he saw the Chief climbing out the other car.

"Hargrove-"

"Hopper." You quickly said, not giving him a chance to start yelling at Billy "He picked me up from school when you didn't show and offered to take a look at my car while he was here."

Hopper nodded, glancing over at you and El before looking over at Billy. A million different emotions washed over his face, but they passed before you could place any of them.

"Hargrove, go home." Hopper eventually ordered.

"Yes, sir."

He closed the hood of the Mustang before climbing into the Camaro and reversing out the long driveway. It wasn't until the Camaro was out of eyesight that Hopper turned back towards you.

"I told you-"

"To stay away from him. Yeah, I know, I ignored you perfectly fine the first twenty times you told me."

"Don't be mad. Billy is good." El quickly said, standing up beside you.

Hopper sighed, "El-"

"He is good. Like Mike."

"I don't care. What I do care about is my eldest daughter thinking it's okay to ignore my instructions. I have just about had it with your little rebel attitude." Hopper warned, staring at you with a stern expression.

"Like I give a shit."

"Don't fight." El said softly, looking up between the two of you with big brown eyes.

"We're not... we're not fighting. We're just talking. El, why don't you go inside? Y/N and I need to talk in private."

El bit her lip and stared at Hopper for a moment before glancing over at you and you realised that the girl was waiting for your permission to leave. She was willingly to ignore Hopper's instruction and stay with you if you wanted her too.

You smiled softly, "it's okay. Go inside, kiddo."

El nodded glancing over at Hopper one last time before she climbed up the steps of the porch and walked inside, leaving you standing with Hopper who seemed to be thinking heavily about what he wanted to say next.

"Look, I'm trying, Y/N, okay? I don't know what I'm meant to do here, this isn't easy for me."

"And you think this is easy for me?" You asked in disbelief. "My mother died. She died and suddenly I'm alone in New York trying to organise her funeral and then Child Services show up and threaten to take me into foster care if I don't move to Hawkins with you-"

"Shit, kid."

"-and then I finally find you in Hawkins and you don't even want me! I mean, of course you don't want me. You left me for a reason, so why would things be any different now, right? But, I don't have a choice, so I have to stay and live in this tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere with a father that hates me and a little girl who is apparently my new sister. And I love El, she's amazing, but she has superpowers and I find out about the Upside Down and I have to fight Demo-dogs and even after all of that, I'm still stuck with living with a father that doesn't want me and he thinks this easy for me?"

You were breathing heavily by the time you finished and you knew you were getting yourself worked up, but you couldn't seem to calm yourself down.

"This isn't easy for anyone and I don't hate you." Hopper eventually replied, but you just chuckled shaking your head. "Is this because I forgot to pick you up from school?"

"Oh, so you did forget about me?"

He sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't pick you up from school like I promised. I was busy, I got-"

"Held up at work? Yeah, I figured." You mumbled, folding your arms across your chest.

"Watch the attitude."

"You promised you'd pick me up. But, I sat there for over an hour and you didn't show. If Billy didn't take me home, I'd still be sitting at the school freezing my ass off waiting for you to show up."

"I was caught up at work-"

"How about you stop focusing on your job and be a dad? I mean, you go to work and leave El alone in this cabin for over eight hours a day. That's not right!" You snapped, glaring at him.

"Then what do you want me to do? I need to pay the bills to keep a roof over your ungrateful head and food on the table."

"What do I want you to do? I want you to just be a dad." You admitted softly, all the fight and anger leaving your voice.

"I'm not just a father. I'm the Chief of Police and you are not a child anymore." He replied sternly and you just smiled sadly and shook your head.

"I never was."

That was all you said before you walked up the stairs of the porch towards the front door. You were done with this conversation. You were done with everything.

"Hey, don't walk away!" Hopper shouted.

"You taught me how." You replied over your shoulder before slamming the cabin door closed behind you.

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Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 8

Tags: shameless smut

Part 7

You had always assumed that even if animals were sentient, instinct was what drove their actions - not conscious thoughts and desires. To know just how attached Charles has been to you since the beginning, that to him you've always been more than just the hand that feeds, is both difficult to reconcile with what you have engrained and yet unexpectedly relieving.

It's clear now that his immediate profession of love the moment he could communicate was so much more than just a string of words he picked up while he sat in your lap watching movies. Day by day, this understanding sinks deeper into the cracks of your heart and colours his actions with sincerity. Even if his fear of abandonment twists his love, it changes neither whom Charles loves nor how deeply.

He continues to do his best to take care of you, and ironically this has meant less chores and failed cooking attempts and more of what you used to do together when he was a cat - cuddle in bed and read a book, snuggle on the sofa and binge Netflix, pet him and tell him all about your day, tease him and tickle him and tell him how cute he is, or knit while he unravels the yarn across the living room.

“You didn't shower today, ma maîtresse,” he whispers into your hair as he cuddles up to you beneath the covers tonight.

“Mmm, I'm too lazy.”

“You didn't shower yesterday either,” he purrs.

“I'm tired. I'll do it tomorrow. I swear.”

You probably promised the same thing last night, but it's been a long week and sometimes self-care is just one more task than you can manage at the end of the day.

After a satisfied giggle, he pulls your back into his chest and whispers, “Don't worry. I'll take care of you, ma maîtresse.”

Before you can even ask, you feel something rough and warm run up the length of your neck. The familiar sandpaper like sound of cat tongue on skin next to your ear clues you in faster than the texture itself.

“Charles!? Are you licking me?!” you half shriek.

“You're too tired to groom yourself, so I'll do it for you.” His tone is jovial, almost thrilled.

“I'm fine! I swear I'll shower first thing tomorrow morning!” But your protests fall on deaf ears.

“I'm very good at this. Just let me look after you, please?” Propping himself up on his elbow and peering over from behind your shoulder, he gives you his most pleading look.

“I'm not a cat, Charles! I don't need to be licked clean!”

“But this is how cats show affection and I want to take care of you… You work so hard at your job all day, and then come home and cook for me and play with me. Grooming you is the least I can do…”

If you thought his eyes couldn't possibly get rounder, you were sorely mistaken.

Too exhausted to protest, he interprets your silence as acceptance and returns to where he left off.

You end up obediently lying still and half waiting for it to feel awful, but the way he licks stripes from the collar of your t-shirt up to the base of your skull is a strangely pleasant sensation. It feels similar to a small washcloth, the warm kind you receive before meals at fancy restaurants. Even more curious is that it leaves no scent. Granted he isn't a puppy boy, so you weren't expecting dog breath, and he did brush his teeth with you before bed, but still it's odd.

If it weren't for the way your spine tingles when he licks each untouched area for the first time, it might very well be relaxing enough to put you to sleep. But, the sparks dancing across your skin keep you wide awake, intensifying as he moves to licking your ears gently.

“Ma maîtresse, stop squirming. You're as bad as a kitten,” Charles scolds and reaches around to grab your chin from behind and keep you still.

“But, it… tickles,” you squeak and twitch.

You know that's the wrong word, but you don't know how else to describe the way it steals your breath and makes you jump. The sound of his calm breathing, the echo of his rough tastebuds, the curl of his tongue as he teases unexplored depths - each sensation has you fisting the sheets tighter and tighter.

“Roll over, please. On your back now,” he purrs next to your ear, straddling your hips as you obey helplessly under the pull of his hands.

Drawing stripes up your throat he continues his task, eventually beginning to wash your face too.

Clicking his tongue, he mumbles, “You’re worse than a newborn litter, tossing and turning like this. Stay put.”

With that he grabs the back of your neck, as if there should be scruff there he could hold you by, and pins your wrists above your head with his other. Held fast in all directions, escape becomes impossible and you suddenly realize just how strong he is.

When he's satisfied, he turns your face away from him and takes to your other ear. This time it really doesn't tickle. The sensation is overwhelming, as if the sparks have multiplied into an electric current. Unable to move, your muscles wind with tension until you're trembling. Breathing shallow enough to make you dizzy, your mind can't collect the words to make him stop either.

The more you quiver the harder he instinctively presses you into the bed and the tighter the coil winds. You can hardly get the first syllable of his name past your lips before you're coming hard around nothing, hips rolling into his and back arching off the bed.

Unrelenting he continues to tease the shell of your ear even as you spasm beneath him. Voice lower than usual he murmurs there, “You mewl just like a pretty little kitty too, ma maîtresse. How am I supposed to groom you when you shake so much? I've hardly started.”

Feeling his grip on your neck loosen, you turn your head to find his moonstone gaze. Though his words imply little more than annoyance, his eyes are tainted with lust and a more delicate emotion - heartache.

A few weeks ago you came home from work to the sugary sweet sounds of your name on his tongue again. More than a month had already passed since the first time you had listened to him beg for you to accept his love while he touched himself.

“I want to look after you, but I can't if you tempt me like this… The air is drenched in your pheromones… I can smell you're in heat… It's taking everything in me not to breed you…”

This time when he came out of your room, he moved immediately to your side. “You're home from work early, ma maîtresse!” he purred and clung to your waist from behind.

Humming the affirmative you chugged the rest of your glass of water with a silent prayer to cool down.

The moment you put the glass down and turned to meet his gaze, you knew he knew. His ears twitched and his eyes sparkled. The joy that arched his pretty lips only made your skin feel hotter.

“Finally, I can take care of you. I'll make you feel better, ma maîtresse. Don't worry,” he purred as he sunk to his knees.

“What?!” you squeaked at the unexpected string of words.

“You're in heat,” he answered easily, round eyes looking up into yours with excitement.

“I am not!” you protested in vain before he slipped off your bottoms and underwear in one movement.

“Yes, you are,” he answered, pulling a thread of your essence out with his finger.

“That isn't! I'm not! It doesn't matter! Just get up!!!”

“But it's frustrating, isn't it? It's been months since you were with a man and you don't even play with your toys alone anymore.”

“That's because you're here!! But nevermind that! I'm fine! I'll be fine! Just get up off the floor!!”

“But I love you, and I want you to love me more, so I want to make you feel good too!” he begged with upturned brows and droopy tail as he drew circles with his thumbs on your thighs.

“No, we can't do this, Charles!”

“We can. I've watched you plenty of times. I know what you like, and our anatomy is compatible,” he countered quickly, tilting his lavender tresses to one side.

“WAIT?! YOU WHAT?! Wait no! I mean we shouldn't! We really shouldn't!!”

“Why not?” he pouted.

“Because we just shouldn't, Charles…”

“We shouldn't love each other?” he asked, looking obviously hurt.

Lost for words, you held his gaze for what felt like a whole day and night as you tried to work through the tangle of emotions within.

“We can love each other… Just maybe not like this… Not yet anyway…”

“Then when, ma maîtresse? When can I love you as deeply as I long to? When can I love you with my whole being?”

Since then, the worries that had been plaguing you gradually began to subside as each day you consciously tried to resume the habits you locked away the moment he turned human. One by one, you started tearing down the walls you've been hiding behind - letting yourself be with him the way you used to.

Somewhere along the way you started to understand that your worries had never been about whether he'd make a good partner; rather you'd been afraid of giving up control - terrified that if you crossed that line, you wouldn't be able to go on without him.

“Minou, I can't keep lying to myself and saying no to you. I want to be with you. Just please… don't let go… Don't take my heart and leave me behind…”

Yet, by being beside one another while forcing him to crush his own heart, you risked destroying his very essence and all that you love about him. Losing his affection either to him returning to a cat or to the inevitable fate that awaits all humans would surely be less painful than losing his love because you killed it.

Pale blue eyes contrast against the dark ceiling as they glimmer with heartache.

“Ma maîtresse, I don't understand what you mean. I am with you, and I would never leave… unless you want me to…”

The haze of afterglow still clouds your vision as you plead, “No. Not just with me. I want you to be completely mine in every way. Please, Charles, make me yours too. Not as your master - as your equal. As your lover…”

“Not maîtresse but lover…?” he repeats, confusion distorting his exquisite features. “Do you mean like a mate?”

“Yes. Yours and yours alone.”

The hand pinning your wrists to the bed cinches tighter while the other cups your cheek tenderly.

“Mine?” he breathes, shoulders shivering in the glow of the street lights outside. “Do you mean you'll never give your body or affection to another again?”

As you nod under his palm, he asks once more, “You'll really let me love you? You'll really be mine alone?”

“You can have all of me. As much as you want. I love you, Charles. I only want you.”

“Does this mean I can finally kiss you?”

“Mhmm,” you hum softly before he leans down to touch his nose to yours.

Up close you can feel the heat on his cheeks and see the shyness in the way his long lashes cast shadows across his pale blue eyes.

“I know what you like… but I've never done any of it… Will you… change your mind if I do it wrong?”

“No, Minou. I'm never going to change my mind no matter what you do or don't do. I'm not letting you go. I want to be with you forever. So please, make me irreversibly yours?”

A gentle curve tugs his pretty lips into your favourite arc just as they nudge against yours for the first time. Eyes wide-open and drowning in one another, the kiss gradually melts into more fervent demands.

You would never believe it's his first kiss if you didn't know he was but an affectionate furball mere months ago. The way his lips meet yours perfectly again and again, breaking momentarily and adjusting to sink his tongue deeper into your mouth clouds your head with a haze of pleasure once more - thick like fog this time for the remnants of the high he just inflicted.

Unconsciously releasing your wrists his hands find their way around your waist and under your back to hold you closer. His fingers dig into your flesh the same way his paws used to knead your lap contentedly. Still straddling your hips, his tail flicks back and forth over your bare thighs and makes your toes curl.

Just as desperate as you are to have him claim you, there's a part of you that yearns to make him yours, to see him melt under your touch, to make his heart race with ecstasy. Whispering his name, you steal his attention for a moment long enough to roll him beneath you.

His ears perk and his eyes widen as you gaze down over him. He's been so focused on making you happy since the little stray alley cat came to live with you. Although you play with him and pet him and look after all his basic needs, you've never focused solely on his pleasure. Just the curiosity to know how he'll respond to your touch piques your desire.

Bright eyes watch as you trace your thumb over his brow, across his cheekbone, down the bridge of his nose, and along the outline of his bottom lip. A lingering kiss ends in a whine as you pull away once more, letting your mouth wander the curve of his jaw, the dip beneath where his ear should be, and down his neck.

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest quicken and the grip of his hands tighten where he kneads your hips. It doesn't take much to find the most sensitive spot. His sweet little gasps and mewls entice you to dredge up bruises beneath his marble skin until both sides of his neck are dappled with affection.

When you dare to meet his gaze once more you find his eyes are watery with pleasure, silently pleading for more attention. Delighted to oblige, you let your tongue wander its way down his collarbone and across his torso. The sugary sounds of his needy voice fade enough to tell you his chest isn't particularly sensitive, but you do notice he flinches everytime your t-shirt skims his hips.

Sneaking your fingertips under the waist of his boxers makes him bite his lip and tremble. Whether it's due to the anticipation of the final goal or something else, you aim to discover and tug the band down just enough to reveal his hipbones but not enough to let his cock free.

You begin by teasing his tummy with the back of your knuckles, tracing nonsense shapes across his abs and watching him shiver. Following the thin peach fuzz there, you trail kisses lower and lower, carefully noting what each does to him. The deep V that frames each side of his waist tempts your tongue, and you immediately find that it is this which ruins him fastest.

Every stripe you lick up the well-defined muscles winds the tension in his body tighter and tighter until the enchanting breaths seeping from his lips turn into whimpers and his hands desperately clasp at the shoulders of your thin shirt. When you pause to admire your work, you notice the needy colour wetting the fabric of his briefs and smile in satisfaction.

“Feel good, Minou?” you query while brushing his long bangs out of his eyes.

“Please… please, can I touch you again? Please? If you keep going I don't think I can control myself…”

Whispering a kiss against his cheek you answer, “You don't need to hold back, Charles.”

The next second you find yourself pinned under him once more, a feral glint in his eyes where he stares down at you. This wasn't what you meant by letting go, but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't like this new side of him.

“Take it off. Take it all off,” he orders you for the first time.

You oblige willingly and watch as he does the same before returning to hold you close and feel your skin on his for the second time since the day he turned boy. He lingers, kissing you deeply again, and finally letting his hands wander the expanse of your body. His nails run the length of your side like claws while his tongue explores everything he has yet to taste.

Gradually working his way down your chest and stomach, he pauses here and there when he finds a spot that makes you squirm. As he continues lower and lower he doesn't hesitate to sink between your legs — just like that afternoon he sunk to his knees while he told you he had watched you do it all and already knew what you liked. Now you know he wasn't bluffing when he said that.

Immediately his mouth has your back arching off the bed. You aren't sure whether it's the novel texture of his tongue or the fact that he wastes no time prodding around and instead goes straight for your clit, but each new lick has you tipping closer and closer to freefall.

Already sensitive from the orgasm he drew out of you while grooming, it's hardly another minute before you're coming undone on his mouth. Purring loudly he eagerly laps up everything you give him, overstimulating you in the process. Merciless, he rather seems to enjoy your pathetic whimpers and the way your body continues to shake in his arms.

“I want more. Give me more,” he growls when you finally calm down and murmurs of his name are all that fills the room.

You nod desperately but he doesn't move from between your legs as you expected. Instead he slips his middle finger into your slick depths and quickly locates the spot that makes you see stars. With your breath hitching and your eyes watering, you're soon bucking against his hand and begging him for another finger.

Two and then three, his slender digits fill you up and curl into you perfectly as if he'd envisioned himself pleasuring you like this a hundred of times. When his mouth joins again and covers your clit, the tension wracks every corner of your body and leaves you crying out in ecstasy. He's relentless, continuing even as you shake violently.

Charles climbs up over your still trembling form, licking his fingers clean as he appreciates his disheveled masterpiece. When you finally recover enough to meet his moonstone gaze, you find his eyes have softened from earlier — the ferocious desperation satiated and replaced by overwhelming affection.

Kneading one of your hips under his palm where he sits between your legs he asks gently, “Can we mate? Do you need more first? I… I want to breed you so badly. I feel like I might go crazy if I wait any longer…”

Stretching out your arms, you coax him down into your embrace. His kiss has lost the curiosity from earlier, instead imparting a deep yearning to be together. With an instructive touch you get him to raise his himself up enough for you to take hold of his length. Adjusting your hips and lining him up, you guide him into your honeyed core.

Perhaps from inexperience or perhaps from eagerness he pushes into the hilt in one movement. He isn't the biggest you've had, but after so many dry months his pretty cock feels incredibly filling. Even more so as he immediately tugs your knees up into a mating press and slips deeper yet.

With your hands locked with his and your knees resting in the crooks of his elbows, he leans in hard until you're nose to nose. Velvet ears twitch with each slow roll of his hips, and you can tell that just the feeling of being inside you is overwhelming him by the way his glassy eyes get lost in yours. From parted lips escape needy breaths, hot and humid on your exposed skin.

You can't help but flutter around him with every gentle thrust he makes. At this angle he's rubbing against so many sweet spots at once that you can hardly hold back your voice. The swollen tip of his cock nudges into the valley around your cervix over and over while his pelvic bone grinds into your clit. If he went any faster you would probably fall apart, but you can tell he wants to savour this just as much as you do.

“Am I making you happy? Do you still love me?” he breathes between little pecks.

“Do you feel loved?”

“I think so, but it feels different than when you usually take care of me… It's less warm and fuzzy… More… dizzying?”

“Like you can't get enough even though your head is spinning?”

“Mhmm,” he purrs. “Makes me greedy. Makes me want to stay like this forever…”

“We will. We can do this every day if it makes you feel loved.”

His voice and eyes are shakey with trepidation as he asks, “You really mean it?”

With a smile and an eager hum you kiss him passionately, silently begging him to drown in you. When breathlessly you two break, tears have pooled in the corners of his eyes.

“Come with me,” he pleads, his eyes far louder than his hushed voice. “Show me how much you love me. Show me I'm the only one in your heart. Show me you want me…”

Between already being so sensitive, the way he drags his length in and out of you, and the needy tone he begs you with, you can't help but give into him. Releasing his hands, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips. His hands slip beneath your back to cradle you against him as he buries his face in your neck. He doesn't pick up speed though, continuing his torturous pace and teasing your dripping cunt until you can't take it.

“Please, Charles. Please breed me. Please fill me up. I need it,” you whine in his ear.

Desperately you snap your hips into his and almost as quickly lose control. The tension he's built up so gradually steals all conscious thought as it begins to shake you from the depths of your core.

“Take it. Take it. Take it. Take everything I give you and let me have all your love in return,” he growls back.

You cling to him as he pushes you over the edge with a few sudden pumps. Without even the wherewithal to say his name you begin to tremble and pulse around his cock, screaming in intense pleasure and then pain as he sinks his fangs into your shoulder out of instinct.

He fucks you harder as he bites down, letting the tension in his body finally unravel. You can feel the heat of him spilling his cum inside, and it shoves you into freefall again before you've even descended.

The high lasts longer than any you can ever recall, and you're left shaking and sobbing in his arms as he absolutely ruins you. Charles mewls while you milk him of every last drop, hips eventually stuttering against yours and his weight collapsing into you.

Chests heaving you lie there entwined together, hot skin against skin, sweat and sex and love thick in the air. And for once, no more words of reassurance are needed.

The end 💖 thanks for making it this far

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Hey There Delilah (Part 3)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, ETC.

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So far the summer had been going well, Cody introduced the sisters to his well known backstage friends like Jey, Roman, Rhea, Randy & Seth, They would all often come by the store on their own times or all as a group to visit the girls whenever they had time. Rhea was super close with Delilah and even discussed with Cody that she was to kind for her own good especially when it came to mean people.

Today was a very special day because He was leaving tomorrow to spend the week of summer slam in Arizona so he wanted to have a little Cody & Delilah day together, yesterday he spend the day at a water park with her little sister & now it was time for his attention to be with Delilah, He had Rhea & Jey watch over Kinsley for the day while he was with Lilah, she was so over the moon & excited! The held onto his hand giggling about her excitement while they drove around Santa Monica together, & then Cody parked somewhere “C’mon sweetheart let’s switch your gonna learn how to drive.”

Her face dropped a little “Cody I dunno how to drive” he nodded and got out waiting for her to leave the passengers side “I know baby, That’s why i’m teaching you.” She nodded nervously and got out switching over to the drivers side while he had her start off slow, he followed the car for a bit while she would accidentally slam on the breaks “Baby your not even anywhere near something to be breaking yet just keep going.” She nodded & started driving but she ended up speeding up “Wai- Slow down ba- okay..” he stood with his hands on his hips while she breaked but bumped into a light pole just a smidgen.

“How about I just keep driving, How’s that sound angel?” She smiled and threw a thumbs up out the window & got up scampering back over to the passengers side, in which he did take over, They went to go get ice cream but she insisted they shared whatever in his choice since she felt bad he was trying to pay for her cone. They walked around & took turns finishing the sweet treat before he cleared his throat “If there’s an emergency you know who too call right? Seth & Jey are gonna be here instead of summer slam so if anything were to happen you call them & then you call me alright?”

She frowned nodding her head before tearing up a little bit which made him stop “Oh princess I promise it won’t be that long, I’ll be back faster than you know it.” She pouted and flopped her hair on his arm “Cody I don’t want you to go I’ll be so bored when you’re gone.” He chuckled and hugged her tight while kissing her head “Sweetheart I promise every night we’ll call and talk about our days okay?” She sniffled nodding her head while he made her look up at him “It’ll be alright pretty girl, I promise I’ll be back and you can have all of my attention for as long as you need.” She smiled especially when he gave her a kiss & rubbed her back assuringly before spending the day together before his exit into Arizona..

And then he finally left, it had been going smoothly for the first 3 days until 1 specific night, Delilah was shutting down the store after waiting all day for him to text her back, for the last 2 days he had been slacking on texts or calls which caused her to already distance herself a little bit since she assumed she had annoyed him or upset him in someway, so she would distract herself by cleaning up the store & emptying the register while her little sister was already asleep upstairs, Usually Delilah would look on her phone for latest updates on pop culture in general until she saw one specific article where the headliner began with “Cody Rhodes & Nikki Bella rumored to be dating?!” And the poor things heart dropped, Usually at this time Cody would be FaceTiming her and that he did which made her panic more.

Lilah’s heart hurt a lot, she had become way too attached to Cody & ended up feeling a little foolish after seeing the headliner. She didn’t know what to do in this situation so she went completely radio silent, She shoved the phone in her pocket and let it buzz while she made her way upstairs to go to bed, for the next few days Cody would be trying to get ahold of her but he would never get a response which left him in confusion, this gave him more of a reason to stop by the shop when he came back, Jey & Seth would keep him updated as they reported to him that the little angel would seem down in the dumps and would only keep the shop open for half a day which was never ever like her.

Meanwhile Lilah would be a sobbing mess, She cried her little heart out but still kept her kindess towards others feelings first before hers, she would stuff her head in a pilow & whimper about it and just feel utterly awful for becoming so attached to a person she shouldn’t have, She didn’t know exactly when he was coming back but she assumed soon, Today she was in the back planting a few flowers distracting her mind while Kinsley sat in-front of the register coloring & doodling but suddenly the door chimed, “Hey Kins, I haven’t heard from your sister for a bit have you seen her?” The little girl scoffed while Lilah listened in with an intrigued ear “Delilah’s very busy, maybe youu! Can turn around & Leave!” Kinsley glared and threw her star dust figurine at his head, He furrowed his brows at the sudden sass “Well aren’t you just a little ball of joy huh? I’ll be back tomorrow.” He addressed before leaving while Delilah peeked her head out of the backroom “Kins that was a bit mean don’t you think?” She shook her head & continued drawing.

The next day Delilah was standing in the boutique area picking out certain laces for s new dress to make while Kinsley was in her usual spot, Cody saw them from outside of the window & rushed inside “Jesus christ Delilah I was worried sick why haven’t you been answering your phone?” She turned around startled as if she was a deer in head lights “I- Store! I really have to get something from the store!” Kinsley glared at Cody while he crossed his arms “Sweetheart if you’re gonna lie at least make it sound believable.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the back “Now why in the world are you not answering my texts baby? It’s almost as if you’re avoiding me.” She had no idea what to do as she never knew how to properly communicate so as to be expected she was overwhelmed and stumbled on words he couldn’t even make out until he squeezed her hand a bit

“Angel you need to breathe before you give yourself a migraine.” He warned softly and practiced his breaths with her until she randomly started tearing up “Nikki- you! Girlfriend! You have a girlfriend!” She cried out which made him frown a bit but immediately stopped when she made her self start to cry and pick at the ends of her hair “Oh baby no, no, no no” he wrapped her in his arms “While some of it is infact true most of it isn’t, we had a moment for 1 single night and that was it, me & her aren’t dating or anything it was just some dumb hookup, I felt horrible despite us not being together I only want you Lilah, Your the only girl I could ever want in my life.” He assured her "I’m sorry you had to read that baby, you didn’t need to find out in that way" she whimpered nodding her little head while he chuckled "You okay Angel?"

she sniffled rubbing her eyes that were already red from her constant daily sobbing "S-So i'm not annoying?” He shook his head cupping her face “oh baby no, never, you’ll never annoy me angel.” He frowned wiping off her face with his thumb “Baby if you’re upset about something you can’t just shut down & store it all in, you absolutely need to say something.” She nodded very meekly before curling into him “I know ‘m sorry” she mumbled but he gripped her face “I don’t want you apologizing to me one bit baby.” She nodded before pulling away while he cleaned up her face “Let’s just hope your little sister becomes my #1 Hater yeah?” She smiled softly and held onto his hands “and you need to start voicing out and using your big girl words kapeche?”

Sh sniffled nodding her head “Kapeche.” she smiled softly & held onto him while he started to sway them side to side to help calm her down, hopefully this would help her realize she’s the only one that could have his entire heart.

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Hidden Away - Chapter 15

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3000+

Chapter 15

You left the bathroom and put on practical clothes, already thinking about that day's operation. After a heavy breakfast, you grabbed your things and left trough the door, letting out a cry of surprise. Javi was waiting for you in your lobby.

"What the fuck. What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack. You almost lost a member for the mission today.”, You said with your breath still out of control.

“Am I really that ugly to scare you like that?”, Peña replied trying to look relaxed.

“Come on, we could even be Kevin Bacon. The result would be the same.”

“Kevin Bacon, huh? I thought you would go more for a John Stamos.”

“No, he’s too perfect.”, you said with a crooked smile. “But why the hell are you standing there?”

“I… I needed to talk to you.”

"About what?"

"About what? Seriously? About what happened yesterday before you ran out of my apartment.”

“You don't need to say anything. I get it. Not at the time but then I was thinking about it and it became clear.”

“Did it?”, he asked with curiosity and fear.

"Of course. Come on, you can say what you want but after being surrounded by all those half-naked bodies that were offered to you, you felt the need to get someone to help you, you know, relieve yourself and I was the closest to you. But tell me. Do you use that tactic with all the ones you bring into your house?”

“Tactic?” he asked.

“Yes, your opinion matters to me, I changed because of you, bla bla bla.” Javi was shocked that you thought that was what had happened the night before. That he had said everything he did just to get you into bed. But on one hand, he felt some relief knowing that his lapse that night would not affect your relationship.

"Not really. It was customized just for you. I usually fuck women that I meet that same night so I can't tell them I changed for them. I wouldn't be able to change for them in the space of an hour, between meeting them and bringing them here.”

"Of course. That's what I thought. But look, if you're that desperate, tonight, if the operation goes well, we'll all go party at the bar where you usually go and I'll help you find some poor little thing to bring home. I'm a great wingwoman.”, you replied with a wink. Javi sighed deeply.

“I'll think about your offer later.”, he ended up saying with a defeated look. “Let's just go to work because we have a big day ahead of us.”

"Exactly. I'll see you in a few minutes.”, you concluded starting to go down the stairs towards the front door and getting into your car. Javi soon got into his jeep too and drove off towards the barracks where you were going to meet Carrillo. You started your car when you saw him next to you, but after he left, you turned it off again and sat there for a few minutes, head leaning back. In your head the only image was that of Javi's face darkening in sadness as you spoke. You beat yourself up for being the cause of his pain, but you knew it was better that way. You didn't know what Peña thought he felt for you but you knew that, whatever it was, it would quickly disappear and then the pain would be yours, even having to continue working side by side with him. You knew you weren't like the women he chose daily and he, too, would eventually understand that. Whatever Peña thought of you was an illusion and all illusions, sooner or later, come to an end. You started the car again and took the same path as Javier towards the barracks. When you got there your two partners were already waiting for you.

“Did you make a detour along the way? I thought you were coming right behind me.”, Javi started by asking.

“No, I had to go back home for a few minutes. I had forgotten my badge.”, you said, arranging an excuse in the moment.

“Okay, let's go then, the Colonel is waiting for us.”, Steve said starting to walk towards the main building. Soon you reached his office and knocked on the door, hearing his voice inviting you to come in.

“Colonel Carrillo, did you want to talk to us?”, Peña asked before entering completely.

“Yes, come in and have a seat.” As soon as the three of you were seated he started rubbing his hands together. “I know that you went through a lot of work to find the clue and information you provided us with and that we will only do this operation because of you.”

“You're not going to leave us out, are you?” Peña asked in a deep voice.

“No, you will be part of the operation, of course. But this time I want the three of you to stay at the end of the military convoy.”

“And what is the reason behind this decision? As far as I can remember, you wouldn't have achieved what you achieved in the last few missions if it weren't for us.”

“I know, I'm not saying otherwise. But we really need to catch La Quica and we can't risk him getting away. That's why I want the first vehicles to be full of soldiers capable of catching him off guard. We can’t risk him getting away again.”

“And you think your military are more capable than we are?” Peña continued, his voice a little louder. Carrillo was unhappy with the way he was approached.

“Agent Peña, my men train and work for this every day. What do you guys do other than sit at a desk all day?” Javi was going to answer again but you intervened.

“Of course, the Colonel is right. We will simply do what we are told to do”, you ended up saying in order to calm the mood, not wanting Carrillo to end up sending you away even before you could take any action. Javi's hands were balled into fists, the knuckles white from the force exerted on them.

“So, as I was saying, your vehicle will be the last one and you will be parked in the street perpendicular to the brothel, as a backup in case something goes wrong. Later I will repeat your position when I am talking to everyone but I preferred to tell you personally beforehand to avoid this exchange of words in front of my men.”

“Of course, we understand and we really appreciate it.”, you said as you got up, making the other two get up as well. “See you later and thank you Colonel.”, you just said as you walked out of the door. It was only when you left the building that Peña and Steve spoke again, this time with you.

“Of course we understand? Thank you very much Colonel? What the hell was that?”, Steve asked with an angry tone of voice.

“What do you think you're doing?”, Javi also continued in an unnerved way.

“I was ensuring our presence in the operation. Do you really think that contradicting or responding to Carrillo would achieve anything? I mean, it would. it would have him sending us back to the office. It doesn't matter what position our vehicle will be in. We can take action at any time. Do you really think these men are that good? They are more likely to screw up and when that happens we are there to help. If the Colonel sent us away, we couldn't do it. You have to stop thinking with what's between your legs and start thinking with your head.” The two of them had their heads down knowing that you were right, but without the courage to acknowledge it.

“Very well, let's get ready then.”, you ended it clearly so that the conversation would end there.

It was 1:00 pm when you left the place for the brothel to get into position without knowing how long you would have to wait until La Quica decided to show up. One of the soldiers was left behind, hidden in the foliage on the side of the road that led to the brothel and the vehicles were positioned around the building, away from the main street, where they would wait for the warning that the man they wanted was approaching. Time passed and two hours later there was still no sign of La Quica and the men were starting to get impatient. Carrillo took his walkie to talk to you.

“Peña, are you sure he's coming here today? Have you not been deceived?”

“It's only been a few hours. The information I have is that he comes in the afternoon. There are still a few hours left for the afternoon to end.”

“I hope you're right. My men are already starting to get anxious.”

“Perhaps they too should spend a few days at their desks to get used to sitting and waiting.”, Javi blurted out, referring to what Carrillo had told you that morning.

Your neck almost snapped with the speed with which you turned to face Peña, punching him in the back, close to his shoulder. He didn't even react.

“Okay, we'll keep waiting but I hope you're right otherwise we'll have a conversation later.”

“Always available.”, Javi ended up saying, thus ending the conversation.

“After what you just did, I really hope La Quica shows up, otherwise you're fucked. We're all fucked.”, Steve started by saying.

“What did I say? I just advised a new type of training.”, Javi said with a crooked smile.

“Let's see if that very thoughtful advice doesn't come back to bite us in the ass.”, you replied, not managing, however, to hide a small smile.

It was 4:20 pm when the walkie started working again and on the other side you heard the voice of the soldier who had been on guard. “La Quica just drove by in a black Toyota Celica with a passenger. He’s headed in your direction.”

“Ok, thanks.”, you heard Carrillo's voice saying. Soon the soldiers began to get out of their vehicles and surrounded the building on all sides except for the facade through which La Quica would enter. But no matter how much the Search Bloc tried to hide, one of their military vehicles was visible from the road and soon the target of that operation became aware of it.

"Fuck. The military is here. Let's go.”, La Quica told the man who accompanied him. Carrillo saw that he didn't stop and soon let out a revolted cry.

“Peña, can you hear me?”

“Of course, Colonel. What's up?"

“I think La Quica saw us. He didn’t stop and is heading towards you. Go in pursuit and we will come to you right away.”

After asking which vehicle he was traveling in, you saw him approaching you and entering your street, going in the direction you were facing. Soon you took off and went after him.

“I told you they would fuck up.”, you said in the backseat, sitting between Javi and Steve, with your hands gripping their seats.

“Yes, congratulations. You’re a prophet.”, Javi replied, never taking his eyes off the car he was chasing. Unlike Peña, La Quica did not value the lives of the people on the road at that moment, running over some of them when he had to get up on a sidewalk to escape the traffic. This caused you to be a little behind but on a tighter curve, and due to the speed at which he was going, La Quica ran into a parked car and left his vehicle unusable. Javi pulled up right behind him and the three of you followed in pursuit of the two men. Of course they got separated in their escape so Steve went after the man in the passenger seat and you and Peña went after La Quica. Steve quickly caught up with his man, shooting him in the leg and in the buttock, informing Carrillo of his capture. On the other hand, you and Javi were still running after La Quica when he turned onto a dirt road. You managed to reduce the gap between you, but when making a curve your feet slipped on the ground and you ended up falling. When you got up on your feet again, La Quica and Peña had disappeared down one of the streets that started from the road where you were. Fuck it, you said in frustration, starting to run again, gun in hand and attentive to the footprints you could decipher on the street in front of you. Peña was already all sweaty, his pink shirt, glued to his body, creating stains of a darker pink under his arms and just below the nape of his neck. The drops of water ran down his face, like a fountain that could not refresh him. And that's how he finally approached La Quica from behind and, casting himself at him, threw him to the ground. The two men struggled with each other in an attempt to get on top of the other. After two punches thrown at La Quica's face that stunned him, Javi got up and pointed his gun at him. In his mind there were two questions: he knew they needed him if they wanted to find Escobar but he only thought about killing him for what he had done to you.

“Why don't you shoot me?”, La Quica asked. "Don't you have the balls to kill someone?"

"And why do you think I'm going to kill you?"

“Isn't that what you want?”

"Yeah, but I can't always do what I want."

“The woman coming after us. Wasn't she the one who killed Blackie?"

“Yes, she was.”

“I thought I had already killed that bitch.” Peña felt himself being filled with the hatred he had for that man and he started to squeeze the trigger.

“Looks like you already made up your mind. Apparently it's that whore who has your balls in her hands.” And a shot was fired. You quickly headed towards the noise that had reached your ears, leaving you in a panic, not knowing who had been hit. You ran to the location.

La Quica was on the ground, bleeding, a bullet lodged in his shoulder blade, unconscious. Javi turned his back and, picking up the walkie talkie, he warned everyone that La Quica had been immobilized, but at the sound of Peña’s voice he started to come to himself again and, putting his trembling hand to the waist of his pants, he took his gun and pointed it at Javi.

“Hey Peña.” Javi looked back in shock but there was nothing he could do.

You were making the turn towards the position where the sound of the shot had come from when you saw Javi in the background being shot and falling to the ground.

“Peña!” you shouted as you ran towards him and knelt beside his body lying on the dirt.

"Are you okay? Talk to me.", you asked in desperation.

He couldn't speak. You looked at him trying to find his wound. You ended up finding it in his abdomen, on his right side, where you were.

“Don't do this to me Peña.”, you continued to say while you took your denim shirt and rolled it up to put pressure on the wound. You tried to lift him up a bit to better understand his condition. Tears were streaming down your face without you even noticing it. You took the walkie. “Agent down. Pena was shot. I need help now.” You continued to apply pressure while informing them of your position.

“OK, the bullet is still in there, but don't worry. Help is on its way. You'll be fine.”, you told him, trying to calm yourself down too.

Javi's eyes finally closed and his head fell to the side.

“No, Peña, wake up. Open your eyes. Please." You ended up putting your forehead on his, your tears falling now on his face too, mixing with his beads of sweat.

“Please wake up. I need you.", you continued. "I really need you." And putting your mouth to his ear you whispered softly “Don't leave me Peña. I love you, do you hear me? I love you."

Your head was still down when the team and Steve came up to you and picked him up to take him to the hospital, putting him in the back of one of their vehicles.

“I'm going with him.”, you ended up saying as you sat in the passenger seat.

“Wouldn't it be better for you to stay here to report on what happened?”, one of the soldiers asked.

“I'm going with him.”, you repeated with more tension in your voice. “I'll do whatever you want later. And get that son of a bitch out of here. Don't leave him alone until he talks.”, you concluded while pointing to La Quica's body on the ground, unconscious again because of the blood loss. The jeep started off and you quickly arrived at the hospital. A stretcher was brought out and his body was placed on it as gently as possible. You grabbed his hand and started running beside him as they took him inside.

“He still has the bullet in there. It didn’t come out. I tried to apply pressure but he lost a lot of blood”, you said until you reached an area of the hospital from which you could no longer pass.

“Miss, you'll have to wait outside. We'll do our best to save him. Only after we take the bullet out will we know what we're dealing with. As soon as we can we will send someone here to talk to you with news.” And so they pushed the gurney through two doors and you lost sight of him. It was at that moment that you lost all strength on your legs and your knees fell to the ground. You took your hands to your face to hide your pain and the tears that barely allowed you to see anything in front of you, and you released your moans of pain, surrounded by people, hospital staff, who passed by you and didn't even turn their eyes in your direction. And there you stayed, in the middle of the hall, until Steve arrived to keep you company.

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seventeen going under (j.f) (ch.4)

seventeen going under (j.f)

AN: hey guys! hope you enjoy part 4! let me know what you think!

synopsis: jeremiah plans a picnic and YN attends the deb ball tea

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As I rushed out the front door, Conrad stood at the end of the walkway, a box of good muffins in his hands. "I brought these for you," he said to me after I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I had some yesterday," I told him. Although, that never stopped me before. The Cousins beach muffins were the only muffins I would put in my mouth. "Thanks though." I headed down the path, cutting through the grass to avoid being too close to him.

"YN," he called after me. I turned around and forced a smile on my face. He looked tired. I doubt he slept at all. We looked at each other for a little too long before he opened his mouth, shut it again, and then said: "Is your mom home? Maybe she'd like them."

"She's inside," I told him. He started to walk toward the house when this time, I stopped him. "Do you even remember last night?" I scoffed a little bit, unable to bite my tongue.

His eyes seemed to soften and I didn't really know what part I was even referring to: the fight, Nicole, him playing with my hair. Maybe all of it. "I remember everything when I drink," he said quietly. I felt my throat swell and I turned around and walked away. He didn't stop me this time.

Belly was at the kitchen table when I walked in. She was eating the last bite of her cereal and milk dripped down her chin when she smiled at me. “Hey!” She said, mouth full of Fruity Pebbles. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to check on you,” I said, squinting and leaning in on her to see her eyes. It surely was black. “That looks rough.”

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” she chuckled and lifted the bowl of fruity milk to me. “Want it?” She offered. I shook my head in disgust and she sighed. “Where’s Jeremiah Fisher when you need him? I always feel bad putting it down the sink.” I laughed and pulled out a chair at the table as Belly rinsed her bowl. Jeremiah always drank our cereal milk. I thought it was disgusting, but he just absent-mindedly grabbed it every time I was finished and I didn’t have the heart to protest.

“How was Cam last night?” I sang. She turned around and leaned her back against the counter, trying to hide her smile. "That good?" My eyebrows raised and I danced in my chair, eager for her to tell me the details.

"It was nice. He drove me home and then asked me if I wanted to go on his whale-watching boat this morning," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"You went on a whale-watching boat?" I gawked. She laughed, smiling wide, nodding her head. "Did he kiss you?" She nodded again. "Isobel Conklin, you little player!"

"He's nice," she said. "I like him."

"I'm glad you like him," I told her. I was happy for her. She was always like a little sister to me and to see her glow, made my heart glow just as bright. "What's on the agenda today?" I asked, changing the subject.

“My mom and Susannah are gonna take me shopping for the deb tea tomorrow,” she said, smiling wider. “Did you pick out your outfit yet?” I shook my head and looked down at my fingers in my lap. The deb ball. I forgot. “Do you wanna come with us?” She offered.

I shook my head again. “I have to meet Jeremiah at the country club later, so I don’t think I’ll have time. I’m sure I have something in my closet.”

Belly nodded solemnly but then she smiled softly. “Well, if I see anything you’d like, I’ll pick it up for you, okay?”

I should never have agreed to the deb ball, but when Susannah Fisher is looking at me with her pretty blue eyes, smoothing down my hair, and telling me it would be perfect I couldn’t really tell her no.

My mom protested. I could hear them arguing softly in the kitchen one night as I sat on the steps in my pajamas. My cellphone was clutched in my hands and I bounced my leg impatiently.

“She’s gonna be beautiful, Mary. Why can’t you just trust me? All the girls in Cousin's do it,” Susannah tried to reason. I could hear the wine glasses clinking on the counter. That’s the line she used on me, too.

“What about Belly? Are you making Belly do it?” My mom asked.

“I haven’t asked Laurel yet but I do intend on getting her an invite, yes.” There was a little bit of silence. I could almost see the look on my mom's face if I focused hard enough into the darkness of the foyer. Annoyance. Frustration. Guilt. I didn’t know then what I know now. Why Susannah asked me and Belly to be debs but I bet my mom did. “I bet Laurel will say the same thing. Come on. Jeremiah will escort her.”

I almost choked on my saliva at that part. Jeremiah would never escort any girl to the deb ball. Every year he scoffs at the girls entering and exiting the country club with their frilly hats and gloves on her their hands. He’s always made fun of them. Conrad, too. It was always just a joke. Last year, we made fun of Conrad for months when we found out he was escorting Nicole, even if it was a last-minute escort switch. Nicole needed a date and Susannah needed to help everyone. I couldn’t even count the number of girls Jeremiah had turned down.

My mom sighed and finally said okay and I ran back upstairs and into my room. When I told Jeremiah about the ball, he laughed. He said, “No way in Hell am I escorting you to the ball. Have you seen those tuxedos? The cummerbunds? It’s laughable, YN. And you agreed to do that?” He laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. I tried to shush him as if my mom and Susannah could hear him all the way downstairs.

“Yeah, I did agree to it. Your mom asked me. How can I say no?”

“Like this: no,” he said and laughed some more.

“Jere, come on. She’s gonna ask Belly, too. Are you gonna make fun of her like this?” I asked. I shoved my feet under my sheets and wrapped my arm around my knees.

“Yes.”

“Jere.”

“Okay, okay. If you’re serious, I’ll support you. But I am not escorting you,” he said as if that was final. I mumbled fine and that was the end of the conversation.

Now, as Belly talked about shopping with her mom and Susannah, I was envious. I was sure my mom would take me shopping if I asked, she was just so opposed to it when Susannah brought up the idea, I didn’t think she really wanted much to do with it and truthfully, I’d be sad shopping without my mom.

“Is your mom excited?” I asked. “About you being a deb?”

Belly scoffed. “Absolutely not. She thinks it’s sexist and outdated. Yours?”

That sounded like the Laurel that I knew. “She hasn’t said much to me but I overheard them talking a while ago and she wasn’t very happy, either,” I told her. She gave me a soft, sympathetic smile and then shrugged.

“Oh, well. The things we do for Susannah Fisher, right?” She laughed. I nodded my head in agreement and then we spent the midmorning watching crappy tv shows and eating Cheetos right out of the bag and licking our fingers and grabbing more. Right before 1, I excused myself to go see Jeremiah. Belly winked at me on my way out and I couldn’t help but blush just a little bit.

I pulled up at the country club at exactly 1 and Jeremiah was leaving the pool area as I was entering. “I thought you forgot,” he said, relief flushing in his cheeks. “I was looking for you.”

“I’m exactly on time,” I said, laughing at him. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the parking lot where the Jeep was parked. “What are we doing? Don’t you have to eat?” I glanced back at the club longingly for the food counter that Steven worked out. I would die for a lemonade right about now. The July heat was creeping into late June.

“I may have prepared,” he said, opening the back hatch of the Jeep. There was a little picnic basket in the back and a pitcher of fresh lemonade, the lemons still perfectly intact. “Just a little.”

“When?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. I couldn’t imagine when he had time to do this, especially considering I called him on his way to work but he just shrugged and smoothed out the blanket on the trunk of the car.

“I may have snuck off duty when the other lifeguard came in and had Steven make a few things,” he said nonchalantly. “Thirsty?” I nodded and he poured out a glass of lemonade for me, sticking a lemon on the rim of the glass. I took it gratefully and sat down on the blanket. Jeremiah moved closer to me, still standing on the pavement. I could see the sunburn finding a home on his shoulders from sitting out in the sun all day.

“You should wear more sunscreen,” I commented, using my free hand to gently run my fingers over the redness. He shrugged as if it didn’t hurt and I made a note of the freckles that were forming.

“I do wear sunscreen,” he said.

“You should wear more,” I replied.

He smirked gently and said, “are you going to rub it on me?” I laughed outwardly, shaking my head and Jeremiah’s smile grew wider. “What’s so funny?”

“You flirting with me is funny,” I said. He waved me off and reached behind me for the picnic basket, grabbing a sandwich. It was a turkey club with extra mayo, his favorite. “Where’s mine?” I asked.

“I don’t know, go ask Steven,” he teased, unwrapping it and taking a bite. I would have stolen it right from his hands and eaten it myself if I liked mayonnaise, but I hate it, so I let him be. “It’s in the basket,” he droned. I smiled and turned around, digging for mine. There were grapes, bags of chips, a few chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches for each of us.

“Where’s the ice cream?” I ask jokingly. I was more than pleased with what he had done for us.

“I thought I could swing by after work and take you to go get some,” he suggested. My eyes narrowed at him, suddenly suspicious of what he was up to. I remembered the bonfire. I remembered every second of it and it made my heart twirl and my stomach flip, but I kept my mouth shut.

“What have you done with my best friend?” I asked. Jeremiah put his hands on my thighs and I felt like I couldn’t breathe and then he smiled and it got worse. “First a picnic and now ice cream after work?” My words caught my throat like a fish on a wire and I felt like my voice cracked.

“I can’t just be nice to you?”

“When are you ever?” I teased, finally unwrapping my sandwich in my lap. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want his hands on my thighs anymore because they were burning.

“Always,” he remarked, removing one hand and holding it to his heart like I had stunned him. “I’m always nice to you.” I just shrugged even though that was mostly true. Between him making fun of my glasses and the way that I run in the sand, he stays up late with me and talks about anything and everything even if he hates it and he always brings me ice cream and French fries when I ask. He was always perfect. “So is it a date?” He cocked his eyebrows up and set his hand back on my thigh.

“You can pick me up, yes,” I replied. Careful not to repeat the word date. He didn’t show any emotion on his face and I held my breath as I tried to decipher what he was feeling. I don’t even think he noticed I didn’t call it a date. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear, his fingertips trailing down my jawline. “Jere,” I breathed out.

“Mmmh?” He mumbled, tilting his head to the right, a small smile playing on his lips like he knew the game he was playing and he knew it was risky. For the second time in two days, I thought Jeremiah Fisher was going to kiss me.

I cleared my throat and pulled away subtly, grabbing my lemonade and bringing it to my mouth. I couldn’t kiss him. God, I wanted to. But I couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly very serious.

“Nothing,” I said as cheerfily as I could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him back off a little bit as he shrugged his shoulders and picked his sandwich back up. “Thank you for this,” I said, gesturing toward the food. “It was really nice of you.”

“Anything for you, YN,” he said. “I mean that.”

“What about the deb ball?” I asked, knowing it would make him groan in displeasure. Which he did. Truthfully, I hadn’t thought about it much but Belly got me thinking about it earlier and the tea was tomorrow which meant it was time to start looking for a date.

“I already told you, no.” He was shaking his head rapidly, his curls falling in his face. “No, no, nope. No way.”

“You just said you’d do anything for me,” I teased, kicking at his thigh with my foot gently. He watched it and I felt my legs go numb as his eyes trailed up them and back to my face. Almost like he was taking a mental picture to remember the way my body looked for later.

“Anything but that,” he clarified.

“Then I’ll just have to find another date,” I said, shrugging as if it were no big deal to go with someone else. I don’t even think I knew anyone else that could take me. I almost thought about asking Conrad at that moment, but maybe it was time to look for a summer fling to occupy my time.

“You’re gonna need a beautiful dress. And a hat! A small hat! I’ll find you one, a nice one!” Susannah exclaimed over the phone later that night. She called me before they went shopping with Laurel and Belly, begging me to come with her. I could almost feel her smile in her words. I was getting ready for Jeremiah to pick me up, so I declined as I brushed out my hair to get rid of all the tangles in it. After the picnic in the Jeep, I walked back to the pool with him and as I hugged him goodbye, he lifted me off my feet and tossed me into the pool but I couldn’t be mad because he cannonballed in after me and wrapped me in his arms under the water.

When I got home, my stomach full of mint chocolate chip, a beautiful yellow dress was hanging on the door of my bedroom. My mom peeked her head out her own room and whispered, “pretty, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “It’s really pretty.” The dress was a canary yellow

with a sweetheart neckline and little white daisies sprinkled all over. “Did you buy this for me?” I turned to look at my mom and she had a smile plastered on her face and nodded.

“Susannah picked it out, of course, but I thought it was perfect for you.” I walked over and hugged my mom tightly. She wrapped her arms around me and the familiar smell of home washed over me.

Now, as I messed with the hat on my head in the front seat of my mom’s car, I hated that I agreed. “Why did I do this again?” I asked her. She laughed at me and kissed my cheek. We were parked at the country club and I was trying to make the hat stay on right but it kept falling off.

“Because you love Susannah. That’s why.” She reached over and made sure the hat was on straight as she got one final look at me. “You look beautiful,” she said.. “Call me when you’re finished, okay? There’s Jeremiah,” she said, pointing out of the front windshield. Jeremiah was walking in his lifeguard uniform (flip flops and red swimtrunks) and he was carrying a pile of clean towels.

“Love you,” I said to her, hugging her over the middle console before getting out.

I shut the door behind me and when Jeremiah saw me approaching, he smiled wide and said, “look at you! In a fancy hat!” I laughed and curtsied, tilting my hat down in the process. He tapped it with his free hand. “You look very pretty,” he said.

“Walk me up?” I asked him. He smiled wide and jogged over to the golf cart that was parked only a few feet away. He set the towels down and linked his arm with mine.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said. “What’s on your dress, anyway?” He asked, squinting down to my yellow dress. I suddenly felt self-conscious, shying away from his gaze only for him to pull me in a little bit tighter. “Is that snow?” He laughed.

“They’re bees!” I told him, dropping my jaw as if I were offended. He extended his arm, his fingertips trailing down my arm until his hand was in mine. He twirled me around and I laughed as I crashed back into his chest. He held me too close. I could feel his heart beating against my hand. “I’m gonna be late,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Jeremiah nodded and we started moving again except this time, he was holding my hand.

As we walked up the stairs to the ballroom, I could hear the music playing softly. “Are you nervous?” Jeremiah laughed gently, looking down at our locked hands. “Your hands are sweating.” I pulled my hand away from his quickly and wiped them off on my dress. “It’s okay!” He went to reach for my hand again when an older lady stuck her head out of the ballroom door at us, glaring as if we were interrupting.

“Jeremiah Fisher,” she said. “Nice to see you.” Jeremiah straightened and bowed in front of the woman, grabbing her hand on his way up and kissing her knuckles. Jeremiah spent a lot more time at the club than I ever had. Susannah was a huge contributor and my mom, well, she wouldn't be caught dead in one of these.

“Paige.” He winked and then gestured toward me. “This is YN YLN, one of the girls my mom told you about. My future wife.” He looked toward me and winked. I felt my cheeks turn bright red and I stuck out my hand for Paige.

She didn’t take it and instead told me, “you’re at table 2. It’s time for you to leave now, Jeremiah.”

I mumbled “bye” to Jeremiah and he squeezed my elbow as I walked to table 2. I breathed a sigh of relief that Belly and Shayla were already sitting down, waving me over with a huge smiles on their faces. My heart dropped when the only empty seat was next to Nicole.

“Finally you’re here,” Belly said, adjusting herself in her chair to face me. Her knees were touching mine and he filled the empty glass in front of me with water. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna show up but now I see why you were late.” She winked at me and giggled like a little school girl.

“Jeremiah looked good,” Shayla said from next to Belly. “You know, compared to last year,” she added. “He really grew into his muscles.”

“Oh, you like Jeremiah now?” Gigi, a girl that I recognized but barely knew, said from a few seats over. She was pretty in an effortless type of way. Much like Belly and Shayla. They never really had to try that hard.

“She’s too busy making sex eyes with the waiter,” Nicole teased from beside me.

“Gross, that’s Belly’s brother,” Shayla said, shaking her head and looking down at her lap but I could see her blushing under her hat.

“Steven is serving?” I whispered to Belly.

She nodded at the same time that Nicole said: “Gigi’s had a crush on Jeremiah ever since he got abs, right Gi?” That comment was more important than Steven serving and I looked over at Gigi who was shaking her head and blushing and the light banter between the girls seemed to have faded away because all I could picture now was Gigi in a swimsuit begging Jeremiah to save her.

“Are you two dating?” Gigi asked, her question brought me out of the water and back to the surface.

“They’re practically family. More so than Belly and the boys, right?” Shayla said, turning to me for clarity. I nodded, although that wasn’t much of the truth. The Fisher’s were my family but Jeremiah, Jeremiah was the one.

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Help Me Hold Onto You

autistic reader x Eddie Munson part 2

summary: First day at school as a couple

warnings: bullying directed at the reader, swearing, PDA, Eddie describes the bullying he went through, trauma responses, protective Wayne, talks about losing virginity, insecurities and self doubt.

word count: 5k

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The boys are beyond surprised to see Eddie before the first bell, gathering in the cafeteria around their table with his tired eyes on the door the whole time.

“Who are you waiting for?” Gareth asks, noticing how weird Eddie is being.

“I might as well tell ya now… but I kinda met someone yesterday and we’re dating,” he explains, watching all the boy's jaws drop. “She uh, she’s in band with you, plays the clarinet.”

“Y/N?” Gareth knows her well, he also knows how close she is to Tracy and how bad Tracy treated Eddie when they were in middle school. “Are you insane? She’s friends with the bitch clique.”

“Not anymore,” Eddie smiles as she walks through the doors, he raises his arm and waves at her with a beautiful smile. “Over here, princess!”

“Teddy!” She comes running to him and jumps into his arms. Holding him tight, she slides down his chest as her feet hit the floor again, she cups his cheek in her hand and leans in, meeting him halfway for a sweet kiss after just a few hours apart.

“Is this why you weren’t at practice last night?” Jeff cuts in, “Mrs. Addams was so mad at you, she has new music for us all, you have to go see her as soon as you can.”

“Oh, shit,” she turns to him. “Could you help me go over it at lunch?”

Jeff nods, “yeah, are you going to be sitting with us from now on?”

She melts right into Eddie's side, arm around his back and head on his shoulder. He’s very proud of letting her hang off him like that. “Absolutely,” she smiles at Eddie and then turns back to the boys. “I’m going to be here all the time if you’re okay with that.”

Gareth nods, not saying anything. He doesn’t look too happy about it, Eddie can tell something's off with him. “Babe, can you excuse me and Gare for a sec?” He asks, hauling Gare to his feet and tearing him away from the group, towards the cafeteria wall, facing it so no one can hear them. “You okay?”

He nods, a sad look on his face. “I don’t want Tracy to hurt you again. The last time we almost lost you and I don’t want this to be a repeat. What if she’s dating you as a joke?”

Eddie shakes his head and places a hand on his shoulder, “buddy, I found the bitch clique at my table in the woods talking shit about her. They called her fat and ugly, man. I couldn’t stomach it, I didn’t even know her before this, I just had this urge to make her my friend and then…

“Then you fucked her,” Gareth finishes for him.

“No, no, god no,” Eddie panics. “I taught her how to smoke weed and we kissed a bit and I drove her home for dinner with her family… she lives in a huge fucking mansion dude, and her parents are loaded and yet she’s so sweet? How come you never told me about her?”

“cause I didn’t think you liked preppy girls,” he retorts. “You’ve always been into the weird girls.”

“She’s weird,” Eddie smiles and turns to her, watching her laugh and carry on with Jeff and Kev. “In the most perfect way.”

“I just hate seeing you sad, man,” Gareth was honest. Always the one in the group to wear his heart on his sleeve, always the one to get emotional, it wasn’t a shock that he was so worried for Eddie. “Crazy Tracy really did a number on you man.”

“I was also 12,” he reminds Gareth. “I’ve grown up a lot and Tracy hurt Y/N just as bad. She knows how I feel, she just doesn’t know what Tracy did to me yet.”

That wasn’t something he was interested in telling Y/N 2 days into seeing each other. They haven’t even had a date yet, how was he supposed to explain to her that in grade 7 Tracy tricked him into a game of 7 minutes in heaven and locked him in a closet in the murder house overnight. Wayne working nights meant no one knew he was missing, Wayne coming home to an empty house sent him into a tizzy and it wasn’t until 24 hours later that someone found him. Dehydrated, terrified, and brokenhearted.

“You should tell her,” Gareth looks at him with his whole heart behind his eyes, “she’s really sweet, I know she’ll take care of you… honestly, I always wondered why she was friends with them—”

“Rich families stick together,” Eddie shrugged.

“I never pegged you for a gold digger,” he nudges Eddie lightly.

“You’ve never pegged me at all,” Eddie shoves him back and heads over to their table again.

He takes a seat beside y/N, wrapping his arm around her as he leans in and kisses her cheek. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she smiles back at him, completely enamoured with her schoolgirl crush. “You good?”

He nods, “how would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” It’s the weekend after all.”

She lights right up, “I’d love to!”

“Cool,” he blushes, it was still unbelievable to him that he could ask a girl out and actually get a yes, let alone a beautiful, amazing, woman he liked so much. “What do you wanna do?”

“My parents are gone this weekend, you can come over and watch a movie with me in the theatre room?” She suggests so casually.

“Theatre room?” He repeats, shocked.

She nods, “my parents use it to host super bowl parties, my dad was a division one college quarterback and he’s still obsessed with football.”

“That’s the one where you throw it not the British soccer, right?”

She laughs, “yeah, it’s the one with the touchdowns.”

“Honey, I don't know the difference between a home run and a touchdown,�� he reminds her with a smile. “I’m a dork, remember?”

“My dork,” she leans in closer and kisses him again.

The first warning bell rings mid-kiss, making them both groan as they pull apart. “What do you have again?” She asks.

“Spare,” he smiles, “I just came in for you, what do you got?”

“Parenting with Johnson… you wanna come sit in with me? He’s pretty chill about other kids joining if they’re not disturbing anyone?” She looks at him carefully, as if she was asking him if he could be a good boy for her.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour,” he stands, extending an arm for her, “you need to go to your locker first?”

She shakes her head, “I put my stuff in the class before I came here.”

“Smart,” he wraps an arm around her and turns to the boys. “See you, fellas, at lunch, Buckley is joining us too.”

“Seriously?” Gareth gets all excited then, fixing his hair quickly. “cool. Cool.”

“keep it in your pants,” Eddie teases him on the way out. “He has no chance against Harrington.”

“I don't know,” Y/N shrugs. “Gareth is pretty cute.”

“Really?” He feels a twinge of jealousy rip through him.

“Yeah, all your friends are, it’s a shame people are so mean or they could all have girlfriends too. And if they’re anything like you they’ll be really good boyfriends,” she can’t help but smile.

“I’m barely a boyfriend, it’s been 1 day,” he teases, bumping her shoulder as they walk side by side.

“You’re perfect, actually,” she shoves him back, staring up at him as she walks, barely noticing her old friends walking through the south exit and towards her.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Jade is the first one to speak, stopping them dead in their tracks and not allowing her to move forward.

“Leave her alone,” Eddie speaks up. “You 3 cunts need to realize you’re not the coolest people in the world, no one owes you friendship or attention, get the fuck over yourselves already.”

“Seriously, you’re so fucking mean,” Y/N stands up for herself, looking right at Tracy. “I don’t know what I ever did to you, but I’m not fat, I’m not ugly and you’re the only fucking cow I know. Now moove,” she elongates the O and shoves Tracy out of the way, bumping her right into Victoria as she tugs a giggling Eddie past them.

“Ugh! I hate her,” she holds Eddies hand a bit too tight, “she’s such a bitch.”

He’s still laughing, “that was amazing, did you see her face? She was so shocked, I hope she cries.”

“She will,” Y/N mumbles, “when she tells her mom I’ve been mean and my dad makes me apologize so he doesn’t lose her parents business.”

“Tell him to suck it,” Eddie bites back. “He shouldn’t want business from the man who allows his daughter to wreak havoc on a whole town for no reason.”

She tugs him into Mr. Johnson's room, “I know, I’ll tell him when I get home before she has a chance to complain to her mom. It’ll be fine… thanks for being there.” She gives him another hug and then turns to her teacher. “Is it okay if Eddie sits in with me?”

He nods, “as long as he doesn’t mind watching a birth happen, 'cause that’s what we’re doing,” he holds up a VHS tape, “if I can’t give you guys condoms, this should deter you.”

“Christ,” Eddie mumbles. “Can’t wait…”

She simply laughs and leads him to her seat by the wall, letting him take the unoccupied chair beside herself. He pulls it in close to her, legs spread impossibly wide as he shields her body from everyone else in the room, boxing her in. She feels oddly really safe.

—

He’s very awake and attentive in English after what he just saw… he gets a kiss at the door from Y/N before she heads across the hall to her next class. They meet in the cafeteria for lunch, she learns all the new music from Robin, Jeff and Gareth and part ways once again when Music starts.

He’s very bored in shop class, he fucks around with some teacher's car, changing their oil and replenishing their windshield washer fluid, covered in grease and sweat, but all he can think about is her. He’s obviously going to skip history to be with her, he’s not going to take her off property again, they learned their lesson yesterday. She felt too behind to miss another study period and band.

So he meets her in the library, already sitting in her little red chair in the corner, she comes and sits right on his lap, arm swung around him, “hey, teddy bear.”

“Hi,” he swoons, it’s the way she looks into his eyes that really gets him, more than her words. “How was class?”

She shrugs, “boring. I hate world issues, there’s so much to memorize.”

He hums, holding her tight around the middle as she settles in his lap. Her legs draped over the arm of the chair, and she leans her head against his chest with her textbook in her hands. She reads quietly, he simply holds her there, eyes becoming heavy as he starts to drift off to the sound of her breathing.

She thinks it’s just the cutest thing when he starts to lightly snore, head tipped back in the chair, his mouth opens slightly… he was out cold, and she couldn’t blame him. He woke up early for her, he wasn’t used to coming in until the second period, he was so cute for that.

She takes a moment to really look at him. His eyelashes are so long and pretty, he has a few freckles on his neck and his nose is so adorable she could cry. From afar she always thought he was cute, up close and personal, however, he was the most handsome man she has ever laid her eyes on.

She lets him sleep, she reads the chapter of her textbook that was required for homework and basked in his presence. She finishes the assigned reading with 10 minutes to spare, she carefully places the book on the floor and cuddles into his shoulder, his grip tightens around her side where he’s holding her in place.

“Teddy,” she whispers. “It’s time to wake up, I’ve got band soon…”

He hums, “I’m awake, just resting my eyes.”

It makes her smile, not enough to laugh, “you were snoring, it was cute.”

“If I was it’s cause you’re so comfortable,” he mumbles, pulling her in even tighter and kissing the side of her head. “I missed you last night after you left, it’s nice having you back in my arms.”

“You could come over tonight?” She offers, “my parents are leaving for the airport at 8, you can swing by after?”

He opens his eyes and stares at her carefully, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be all alone with you all night.”

“Why not?” She pouts. “You just said you missed me? I don’t want you to miss me?”

“I don’t want you to think we have to do anything 'cause we’re together and your parents are home,” he explains. “I know it’s super exciting to be with you now, but I’m not ready, you’re probably not ready, and being alone and high and stupid will just push us into doing things we're not ready for.”

She laughs, shocked by his confession, “oh my god, I just want to make out and cuddle?”

He blushes a deep red, remembering how turned on that made him, it was extremely difficult hiding his boner from her the whole time. “Me too… but someone else doesn’t get the memo,” he points down at his crotch. “You’re beautiful, touching you is nice, I don’t want to get carried away.”

“For what it’s worth, I’d be really honoured to sleep with you for your first time,” she admits, wondering if he’ll pick up on it.

“Have you already?” His eyes grow impossibly large, his face growing with concern. “Really?”

She keeps nodding, not knowing how to really say it. “Last summer at the resort our families go to, Tracy convinced me it would be better to get it over with and do it with a guy I’ll never see again…”

“She’s such a fucking bitch,” Eddie can’t believe it. “Did she ever tell you what she did to me?”

She shakes her head, “No I didn’t even know you interacted?”

“In 7th grade, before you moved here, she pretended to date me to hurt me. She was in my grade originally but got held back in kindergarten so she’s a year behind me now. Anyway she and jade came up with this plan to get her to date me and we’d go to a party her older brother's friends were going to have at the abandoned murder house… well when I got there they told me she was in a closet waiting for me to do seven minutes in heaven and they locked me in there. No one found me till the next day.”

“Oh, teddy,” she’s at a loss for words, just staring back at him with her mouth agape. She tried to form words, shaking her head with disbelief, she sighs. “I’m so sorry she did that to you.”

“It’s okay now, she technically brought us together… I wouldn’t have been so hellbent on finding you and making sure you’re okay if she didn’t do that to me,” he explains softly. “The last thing I wanted was for her and those assholes to hurt you and leave you somewhere.”

“Thank you,” she feels oddly emotional from both his story and his kindness. “I wish I always had a friend like you.”

“Me too,” he whispers, leaning in for another sweet kiss from her. She cups his face in her hand again, thumb brushing ever so softly over his cheek as the school bell rings, alerting them to the end of the day. She pulls away with a content sigh, “another hour apart starts now.”

—

While she’s at band practice, Eddie hops in his van and scoots over to the plant real quick, knowing he has to tell Wayne about his nightly plans in advance. The last thing he wants is Wayne to come home at 5am and think his nephew is missing again. The receptionist is always so nice to him, she calls Wayne in from the floor and he’s there in a few minutes.

“What’s wrong?” Wayne asks as soon as he walks through the door.

“Nothing,” he assures him, meeting him halfway and hugging him quickly. “I just had to come tell you I won’t be home when you get home tonight. I’m sleeping over at my girlfriend's house.”

“Oh…” Wayne doesn’t sound too happy for him. “Since when did this happen?”

“yesterday—

“No,” Wayne puts his foot down. “You met this girl yesterday and she’s already got you sleeping somewhere else? No. Not after what happened last time.”

“It’s been 6 years Wayne, I’m 18, I’ll be okay,” he assures him. “I wasn’t asking for permission either, I was letting you know so you don’t worry. And you don’t have to, Y/N knows about what happened, she’s been hurt by Tracy too, I’m gonna be safe.”

“Just— be safe?” He sighs, knowing the boy was right. “I can’t tell ya not to have sex, but I can remind you I don’t have time to raise another kid that’s not mine.”

He laughs, pulling Wayne back in for another hug, “thats too bad, you’re really good at it.”

Wayne ruffles his hair ad pushes him away, “go on, get, I’ve got work to do.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow sometime, if not, I’ll call you?” Eddie assures him, he would never not check in with his uncle.

“Sounds good,” he waves as he heads back, disappearing into the plant again for the rest of the night.

Eddie spends a few minutes out in the parking lot, just sitting in his van leaning back against the headrest. He was so conflicted, on one hand, knowing she wasn’t a virgin made it easier for him to want to initiate more than just making out, on the other hand, he has no idea if that random dude who took it was actually good… what If I’m not enough for her? Repeats in his mind over and over again until he slaps his own cheek and shakes himself out of it.

“She wouldn’t be inviting me over for a weekend alone if I wasn’t enough for her,” he says to himself out loud so he’ll believe it. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, affirming to himself that: “she likes me, she wants me close, I’m safe with her.”

And more importantly. She was always safe with him.

He arrives back at the school in time for practice to end, she runs back into his arms as soon as she’s free, followed by their friends on their walk over to the parking lot. “You two are gross,” Robin pretends to dry heave. “I should’ve never introduced you.”

“It’s nice,” Jeff nudges her and stares at her, sending her a glare that says leave them alone. “We all deserve a little love here and there.”

Eddie pulls back from the kiss and turns to their friends with a smile, “I love you, Jeffery,” he mocks him.

“Fuck off,” Jeff shakes his head with a laugh.

“You guys doing anything tonight?” Y/N asks them all and they shake their heads, “do you want to come over around 9 and watch a movie in my home theatre?”

“Duh!!” Gareth answers while the rest just nod and mumble sure. “that sounds fucking sick!”

“Awe, I thought it was just gonna be us?” Eddie whines.

“It will be after they leave,” she reminds him.

“Ew,” Robin wants to shrivel up and die. “I’m not sure I wanna come by now…”

She breaks away from Eddie and pulls robin into a hug, holding her close, “aw, come on, Robs, I promise to behave while you’re over.”

“Fine,” Robin says with a blush, loving having a girl hanging off of her but she’d never tell. “If I get bored I’ll just head over to Steves.”

“He can come too,” Y/N offers, knowing he just lived across the street in a matching mansion.

“Really?” Eddie vocalizes the other boys' groan of displeasure. “Is Harrington even fun?”

“Eh,” Robin shrugs, “he’s fun-ny sometimes… but he’s not mean, trust me, that era of asshole Steve died long ago. He’s really sweet, and a little stupid, I call him a himbo 'cause he’s like a male bimbo.”

“that’s amazing,” Eddie laughs right away, “yeah, he can come.”

“It’s my house you can’t un-invite people,” she shoved Eddie while he managed to pull her in close.

“Can I at least invite myself over for dinner?” He mumbles into her ear. “I at least want to meet your parents before I sneak into their home.”

“Okay,” she giggles. “But you’ve gotta change… let’s go back to your place first?”

“Okay,” he smiles, “see you guys later?” He sends a wave to their friends and leads Y/N to the passenger side of his van.

Their friends head off to their own rides home, Robin and Gareth have rides, Jeff and Kev take the bus, leaving them alone in the van for a bit before Eddie starts to follow the rest of the traffic out of the parking lot and down the road on his short trip to his house.

“What do I have to wear?” Eddie wonders after a moment rare of silence, “cause I don’t have much that’s fancy…”

“You just can’t smell like cigarettes…” she worries, “they had some words with me after I came home smelling of it and I had to assure them I’m not doing anything to damage my lungs and ruin my career as a clarinet player.”

It makes him smile, “they weren’t mad that you were alone with a boy in his trailer for hours?”

She shakes her head, “they were amazed a boy is giving me attention, after my sisters and their escapades, they really have seen it all and don’t give a shit anymore. It’s a blessing being the youngest sometimes.”

“Living with my uncle is kinda like that,” he agrees. “He just likes to know where I’m going and when I’ll be back, I went and told him at work so he won’t send the whole police force out looking for me again.”

“Makes sense why he’d worry,” she reaches out to lay her hand on his carefully over the gearshift. “I kinda hate how much I think about you… not that it’s annoying or anything it’s just I’ve barely known you, I like you so much and I feel like it’s too strong too soon.”

He blushes, “I really don’t mind, it’s refreshing actually, I feel it too, princess.”

“I’ve always had a problem with liking things that bring me joy a little too much like I’m addicted to happiness.”

“knowing I bring you happiness is all I strive for,” he brings her hand to his lips and kisses her knuckles gently. “And if you’re worried about not knowing enough about me yet, we can get to know each other tonight? You can ask me anything under the sun, I promise I’ll always tell you the truth.”

She nods, staring at him while he drives. She studies his face, he can feel her stare on his skin, making the flush in his cheek spread to his ears and down his neck. He’s never really felt worthy of someone looking at him so delicately, not until her.

He finally brings the van to a stop outside his trailer and turns to her again, she’s still admiring him. “And if I fall in love with you after, what then?” She whispers.

“Then I guess you’ve gotta let me love you back,” he shrugs. “It’s only fair.”

She sighs, content with her life now that she’s chosen him to be in it. “You should also pack an overnight bag and bring your pillows…”

“Okay, he smiles, “you wanna smoke before we go or?”

She shakes her head, “wait till our little party tonight?”

“Sounds good,” he reaches past her and opens her door, “let’s go inside, you can pick something out for me while I shower.”

—

“You’ll behave while we’re gone?” Her father asked as soon as Y/N had left the dining room to start cleaning up from dinner.

He didn’t ask many questions, he didn’t disapprove of Eddie or quiz him on his worthiness, he was pretty chill just like she thought he’d be. Eddie had nothing to be nervous about, and he didn’t seem nervous at all anymore.

He had his coffee and a couple cookies, enjoying his dessert as the ladies cleaned up from dinner. He’s currently staring directly into Eddie’s eyes as he asks his questions, “no funny business?”

“I can assure you, sir, I may look like a heavy metal freak you should be scared to leave your daughter with but I’m not interested in throwing a rage-er here while you’re away or getting her knocked up or hooked on drugs, it’s simply nice to know her,” he presses his lips together, smiling awkwardly. “I really enjoy just being in her presence. She’s a really wonderful friend to me.”

Her dad chuckles to himself, leaning back in his chair, “well, I appreciate the honesty… I gotta say, the long hair suits you, I envy how you can grow it,” he references to his balding head.

“Thank you,” Eddie manages to light right up before going on about his hair inspiration and the bands he likes.

She watches him keep talking to her dad from the kitchen, peaking around the corner every now and then, when they laugh mostly, bonding over something in the music world she didn’t understand. It was nice.

“He’s sweet,” her mom nudges her. “How long have you known him?”

“I’ve known of him for a while, but we didn’t talk until yesterday and we really hit it off, he saved me from Tracy,” she admits. “Which I need to talk to daddy about, she has been bullying me and I snapped back at her today and I’m concerned it’s going to affect business but she was so mean, mom.”

She wraps her up in a hug, “I’m sorry, love. What did she say?”

“She’s always made fun of me for how much I talk,” she barely mumbles. “And lately she’s been calling me a fat cow.”

Her mom gasps, covering her mouth, “that’s so mean, honey why didn’t you tell us?”

She shrugs, “it’s not a big deal. She hurt Eddie too and he heard her saying all that and came running to me with new friends and rides home and he gave me an escape from her fake facade. I’m finally happy… it’s okay.”

She pulls her little girl in for a hug, holding her tight, “I’ll tell your dad later tonight, fuck the Hastings. If Tracy is mean to you, we don’t need their business.”

“Thanks, mom,” she holds her back tightly. “You don’t mind if he stays most of tonight, right? Some friends are going to come watch a movie and then leave around midnight?”

“You deserve a night with friends, have fun,” she technically gives her permission for Eddie to stay the night, making Y/N giddy inside. “Just be safe, there are condoms in my bathroom cabinet if you need them.”

“Oh, thanks?” She didn’t ever expect that.

“I couldn’t stop your sisters, I might as well keep you safe—

“Baby-less, you mean?”

Her mother nods with a sigh, “I love my grandkids, don’t get me wrong, I just wish I wasn’t a grandma at 51.”

“At least you and dad get to experience being grandparents and still feel young and have fun like you’re going to Florida, I’m sure you can find some time to relax or do something cool before you come back?”

“We were looking into a boat tour,” she confesses, “you want anything from the gift shops?

She laughs, shaking her head, “no thanks. I’m good.”

“I’m going to leave $50 in the safe for you to order food for yourself and your friends later, just keep enough there to feed yourself till Monday,” her mom explains on her way out of the kitchen, “I’m going to finish packing.”

“I should head off too,” her father agrees, bringing in his now empty coffee mug to the growing pile of dishes. She still had to empty the dishwasher before putting in everything from dinner, “we’ll come say goodbye before we’re gone.”

“Okay,” she shoots him a tightlipped smile and heads back to work on cleaning up.

Eddie finishes clearing the table for her, he watched her set it earlier and knows how it’s supposed to look. He gathers up the placemats and puts them away, he lays out the runner and the centrepiece and brings all the stray cutlery as well as the salt and pepper shakers back into the kitchen. “Anything else I can do?”

“You can start rinsing the plates?” She suggests, almost finished emptying the dishwasher, the racks were empty she just had to empty the cutlery drawer. “You didn’t have to help, you know, I’m used to doing this alone.”

“I want to,” he’s sweet about it. “It’s not every day I get to experience family dinner, it’s the least I can do.”

“You know, we have a big dinner like this all the time and I never manage to eat all the leftovers alone. You can start coming over all the time?”

“I’d love that,” he smiles. “You wanna hit the store before everyone comes over? I have some money for chips and whatever you want?”

She nods, “my mom is leaving me some money too, we can get a couple pizzas too?”

“Ooo, well then if you buy snacks I can rent us a movie?” He suggests, “we can get something semi-new?”

“Sounds perfect,” she walks over to him and wraps her arms around his middle, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He holds her back gently, “what’s this for?”

“Cause,” she whispers. “Just cause I can.”

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