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bucknastysbabe · 3 months

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hii, could you write smt abt aegon ii? 🥹 like kinda perv and loser stepbrother!aegon

YES I CAN! Hope you enjoy, getting back into my Aegon ways a bit! Xoxo

Just like that video! - Aegon II

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser perv step-bro Aegon, TW: alcohol abuse, underage (17) sexual moment, cocaine use, fat shaming, modern au, Aeg’s a shit but means well, Lannister reader, and they were step-siblings, lots of banter, pnv!sex, chubby!aeg, begging, family interactions, pseudo Incest and they get off on it, the panties were allowed to be kept

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You had no choice but to come home for college this summer, being a lame freshman. Next year you planned on getting a place off-campus with some of your tennis teammates. You would go back to the mansion this summer, reluctantly.

The stupid mansion your family had inherited over generations. Casterly Rock. Now it was infested with your stepmother's weird fucking offspring, minus Daeron. You liked Daeron. Regardless, the youngest sibling could not protect you from the advances of Alicent's eldest son Aegon.

He was harmless, really. He currently was in a 'gap year' between his junior and senior years. The term gap year was a nice overcoat of gloss. You knew he had a bad coke and alcohol problem and needed to get straightened out. You hadn't seen the fucker since he was absent for most of the holidays in a sober-living program.

You had been home for about three hours now, isolating in your room, watching Hulu, bored as fuck. You had spoken to your father and Alicent while the servants brought up your belongings. Alicent asked politely, "How was nationals? You know we would have come but Daeron was graduating."

"We got our ass kicked, I wish I was there to see Daeron too. Where's his highness?"

Jason grumbled, "Eating the house."

Alicent's face soured slightly at the mention of Aegon. She hummed, "He's just working his program and staying sober until he can finish up school. Mainly mopes around, it'll be good for him to have you here." You nodded, holding your tongue. Jason snorted and said, "Make him get the hell off his ass or something, play tennis, who knows. Dinner's at eight."

It would be a boring summer. Maybe you could call up the Reyne or Tarbeck boys for some fun. You didn't particularly want to hang around your peaked and washed-up fratboy loser of a stepbrother. You remember from when you were younger and excited, your father was marrying into the royal family!

You were met with a toddling Daeron, shy and dreamy Helaena, intense Aemond, and Aegon. Who promptly pointed at your chest and scoffed, "Totally not like the porno huh? That's lame." You stood in abject Lannister horror, planning on his immediate downfall.

Instead, you grew up under the shadows of your strange siblings. Aegon was 4 years your elder and acted like he was still in middle school. He ignored or made fun of his 'stuck-up stepsister.' You had a strange interaction when he was home on a holiday You had just turned seventeen and Aegon was a junior. He was pretty bad off when he first came in with Criston, the guard holding him up.

Aegon was rail-thin, drunk as fuck, and a crying mess. You exchanged a look with Aemond, the other brother making a face of disgust. He whispered to you, "Dumbass is about to get kicked out of school, he's on academic probation right now. Or might I mention his raging alcoholism and cocaine addiction?"

The pair of you watched him get dragged off to your parent's room. You mustered a weak reply, "I knew he was a drunk but not that damn bad." Alicent had put him on Antabuse when he was in high school and then deemed him alright to go to college.

That night you'd gone out with the Westerlings to Lannisport, you had a fake ID yourself. Coming back you managed to score Aegon some blow and a bottle. You don't know why you did. Maybe it was that desire to gain his pointless approval. You did it anyhow, smuggling it into your purse. Criston didn't bat an eye, he thought you were the golden child, soon-to-be salutatorian, and a tennis scholarship to a good school in Oldtown.

You crept down the hall, Aegon had the big room on the corner of the second floor. Knocking on the door, a haggard Aegon moaned, "What? I feel like shit! Fuck off, Cole! Jason! Whoever you are!"

You yell-whispered back, "No dumbass it's me, I have something."

The door opened to a much sicker Aeg, eyes red-rimmed, skinny body trembling under a thick blanket. You gasped "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a virus?"

"No. Withdrawals. What did you bring me?" His violet eyes leered at your bodycon dress, making your cheeks heat up. He was handsome, stepbrother or fiend or whatever. You looked around and handed him the baggie and bottle. Aegon's eyes lit up and his smile brightened. He dragged you into his room, smelling of sweat and alcohol.

"Thank fuck, I needed this so bad, gods you are an angel."

You shrugged, standing there as he chugged some of the liquor, sighing in audible relief. He eyed you and asked, "You got a credit card?" Nodding in slight fear you rifled more in the purse and handed him the card. Aegon locked his door and got busy chopping up the coke. You pulled out your wine bottle and sat down, watching him drinking and shakily chopping up the white powder.

You ended up drunk as a skunk, Aegon absolutely cooked and giddy. He was making you laugh, chatting like you were a friend. Going so far as to inquire about your boring life. He seemed at ease, the dark cloud that would hang over Aegon had melted. The blonde looked at you with glassy eyes and hummed, "M'sorry for being a prick, you're not half bad."

"Sure, you're just happy I fueled your problem. Stuck up Lannister isn't that boring."

He laughed a bit, pretty teeth shining. Aegon asked, "Wanna watch this stupid movie? M'wired up right now." You gestured to the remnants of the coke and giggled, "I'd imagine, yeah come on then." You'd drunkenly climbed onto his huge bed, Aegon plopping on the other side, typing the movie into the big ass television.

It was funny, but somewhere along the way, Aegon had inched his way toward you. You had moved closer to him, snuggling into his side. The voice of reason was screeching in your head. Your stepbrother turned his face to yours, murmuring, "You're so fucking pretty you know that? I don't care how fucked up that is, I am fucked up."

You surged forward to meet his plump lips, Aegon's hand holding your cheek as he kissed you. He laughed darkly, nipping at your lip and sliding in a tongue. As the liplock grew more heated- spit-slick lips and tongues sliding against each other, Aegon rolled his frame atop yours, settling between your spread legs. Your dress rucked up to your panties from the movement, drawing a helpless whine from your throat.

This was disgusting, wrong, awful.

You arched into his touches on your hips, groaning into his mouth as you sensually kissed him, growing messier by the second. Aegon rutted a bit against your pussy, softly moaning and squeezing your waist. He murmured in your ear, "Mm, I know you're all wet for me, stepsis." Skinny fingers crawled to the edge of your underwear.

A deep pang of fear struck you, suddenly withdrawing and backing out of Aegon's amorous embrace. You shook your head, heart beating too fast, shame and guilt pounding your head in. The platinum-haired man stared in confusion, stuttering, "W-What the fuck? Are you okay? Hey!"

You shook your head, chest too tight to speak. grabbing the remnants of your debauchery you skittered out of his room, silent tears running down your face. You felt weird, you drew a line in the sand that would not wash away. With fucking Aegon. You could hit yourself.

The rest of the days he was icy. Icy all the way until he was going into rehab and further treatment. You didn't dwell on the experience until now, eyes darting towards his room. You would have to see him eventually. Passing by his door all you could hear was video game noises.

You locked the door to your room, a bit of anxiety peeping through. For the seven's sake, you were an adult now! You would be a polite sibling, Aegon was obviously sick at the time and trying to get well. He'd written you an apology from his sober living place and you wrote back a brief acceptance and gave well wishes. So it couldn't be that bad?

You'd take a nap and deal with your insane family later.

Sitting down at the dinner table, the normal-sized one, you chatted with your mother and Criston about tennis. Jason prepped some sort of penne dish with a salad. The sound of a chair being scooted back alerted everyone to another presence. It was Aegon. He murmured a quiet, "Hey. Nice to see you sis, sorry 'bout nationals."

"Thanks Aegon, how are you doing? Super proud of you."

You tried not to stare at your stepbrother but he had...changed. His hair had grown out to shoulder length and he'd put on weight. Nothing terrible, but it had to range somewhere in 50 pounds (23kg). The big sweatshirt and too-small joggers didn't quite help his case either.

"Yeah, it's not bad, ready to get back to school or do something before I go crazy."

Jason snarked, "A job is always a good idea huh?"

The awkward silence was permeated by an excited Daeron hugging you, still sweaty from soccer practice. You mock gagged and smiled at the little brother, batting him away. Criston hummed, "Dare's already started practicing at King's Landing U." You grinned, "Hell yeah! I'll come boo you when you play Oldtown!"

Things fell into a familiar rhythm besides Aegon scarfing his food up and excusing himself. Alicent called after him, "Where are you going, honey? Come visit with us." Aegon sighed, "I have a headache, sorry."

Your dad shook his dark blonde hair, rolling green eyes. He scoffed, "All Aegon does is eat and play video games. He'll be a fucking cow sooner or later."

You found yourself speaking up, "Would you rather have him chubby and sober or skinny and tweaked out Dad?"

Jason forked some pasta in his mouth, shaking his head. Criston broke the next stage of awkward silence. "Hey, he's almost at a year now. I'd never think I would see the day." Daeron nodded along. Dinner resumed to normal.

You had helped your father clean up, the conversation stunted and awkward. Lannister men had a tendency to never understand a woman, just a family thing. Some of your friends had fathers who didn't suck. Alicent tried and Criston was the occasionally cool uncle. Even if he wasn't related to any of you, just something that came along with being royal.

You spent some more time playing smash bros with Daeron, laughing and catching up after much needed time. It was late and you glanced at your phone. Marq Tarbeck had texted you back. You ignored it, yawning, "Alright Dare, I think it's time to hit the sack." His sleepy purple eyes seemed to agree as he got up, muttering about 'getting his nasty ass in the shower.'

Daeron split ways with you, going to his room nearby, and you up and across the mansion. Your room was also on the second floor- there was no way but to pass Aegon's room. Part of you wanted to check on him, it seemed like your father was hard on him. The other half said fuck it, he doesn't need to be babied. Still, you paused at his door, listening to the vague background noise of the television.

"F-fucking, god, baby," he groaned, muffled.

Your eyes widened in shock. A drawn out moan of your name made you freeze. Aegon rambled, "Knew you'd be so cute taking my dick stepsis. Gods!" His deep voice made you tremble slightly. Your imagination painted an image of Aeg spread out, fisting his cock, thickened thighs flexing. His plump lips would be extra swollen, those cute chubby cheeks blotchy.

Oh Gods. You couldn't. He was having a private moment and you stood outside his door like a weirdo. Then your phone began to ring. A loud buzzing as you frantically switched it off, fucking Tarbeck! With a pitiful whine you tried to book it away to your room.

"Get your ass back here!" came Aegon's whisper-yell.

You paused, hand over your mouth. Fucking fuck, you thought.

"C'mon, get over here, I heard you."

You dramatically groaned and shuffled to Aegon's doorway, eyes downcast, blushing heavily. A finger tilted your chin up, you reluctantly looking at his smug face. Aegon hummed, "Did you want a look-see or just to listen? You're just slumming it now huh? No Reynes or Tarbecks?"

You gritted out, "I was going to check on you, but then I heard my name. Of course I'd be curious to why you were moaning it."

Aegon rolled his eyes, scoffing, "So. Jig's up. I stole your pretty little lace panties to fuck too. Since I'm a man of honesty now."

Arousal laced up your stomach, pussy throbbing at the actual desperation this fucker was giving off. You panted a bit, shouldering him aside. Your panties were indeed on the bed, thoroughly used. Gaping at Aegon he shrugged, basking in the debauchery. Guess being sober didn't change him from being a little pervert.

You muttered, "I can't believe you."

"I tried to fuck you did I not? I remember how eager you were."

Glancing at his lidded eyes and frankly punchable face you kissed the man, gripping at his oversized sweatshirt. Aegon seemed surprised, inhaling sharply before grabbing your ass and returning the kiss with vigor. He murmured, "You aren't running away- hah- this time." He squeezed your ass hard, lips intense against yours.

Pressing yourself to his soft belly he stiffened a bit, apoligizing, "M'not very in shape, too many sweets, cock's the same." You shrugged, pulling his heavier frame atop your own, a thick thigh slotted between your sinewy legs. He groaned softly, hands pulling at your shirt impatiently.

He grunted while shucking off his sweatshirt, elbow about to take you out. You yelped and ducked, Aegon guffawing. "Sorry?" He chuckled. Shaking your head you pulled on his longer hair and resumed the earlier attentions. The blondie rudely unsnapped your bra, shoving you up the bed at the same time.

Pulling away with a snarl you exclaimed "Fucking hell are you going to manhandle me around the bed or kiss me?"

Aegon deadpanned, "Wanna see you naked. Going to do that for me this time? Nice tits by the way, I can say it's like the porno now."

You growled and shoved down your shorts and underwear, somehow turned on by his shithead attitude and stupid grin. Pointing at him you hissed, "Your turn. Those briefs looking a little tight anyways." Aegon snorted, laughing at you again while shimmying his ill-fitting briefs off. His violet eyes greedily roved over you, the shameless perv.

"Happy Lady Lannister?" He asked while gesturing to his hard cock.

"Much better, get over here."

Aegon pulled you by the legs, thick waist keeping your thighs spread, fat cock rudely shoved flush against your embarrasingly wet pussy. He pressed teasing little kisses across your throat, grasping hands all over your tits and ass. You mewled- rutting a bit against him, utterly pinned by his heavier weight.

"Gods- Aegon, you- gods!" you wheedled, shaky hands digging into his shoulders, slipping down to his plush hips and squeezing. He moaned and began to slide against your slit, eyes rolling erotically. Aegon rasped, "Been so fucking long- know you're tighter than I ever dreamed of. Little cocktease."

He took your mouth again, a possessive hand grabbing your chin, lips and tongue domineering and invasive. You were quickly becoming a puddle, whining as you tried to keep up, unable to focus as the bulbous tip of Aegon's thick cock jerked against your needy clit. Your stepbrother groaned raggedly, "Lion? Mewling kitten huh baby sis?" You whined again, jerking against him to claw at his shoulder.

"That's it, lemme see you try."

You huffed in frustration, nipping Aegon's puffy lips, trying to rut back against him. He laughed into your mouth, rough hands planting on your tits, thumbs swiping across your peaked nipples. You cried out into his warm mouth, shivering as Aegon alternated between dizzying little circles with the pad of his thumb or pinching and pulling roughly.

"Ah, mmm, fuck, fuck you, get- get a condom- oh my gods!"

Aegon groaned in annoyance. "We're literally rich, just go get a plan B."

"Get your lazy ass up and grab it!"

"Sound just like your father, gonna call me fat next?"

You stared at him, waiting. Aegon made a whole deal about heaving himself up and ungainly rolling to his side table, rifling through. "You're not even fat, sure are acting like it though, huffing about nothing," you replied. The prince returned with a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth. As he rolled it on the buffoon asked "Is it that bad? Be honest. The weight, I mean."

Alicent had made some weird fucking kids. You glanced around Aegon's body. He looked better than the last time you fooled around, actually healthy in appearence. The man took the brunt around his midsection, wide striped hips and a soft pooch. It appeared there was a slim layer of softness around his thighs, arms, and face. He seemed nervous now, that creeping insecurity.

"You look good. Healthier than being a skeleton. I don't see an issue. Maybe dress a bit snappier?"

He smirked, blushing and cursing, "Oh fuck off, I guess if you deem it alright. Let's fuck, yeah?"

You nodded with a grin, sealing your lips onto his own, wrapping your thighs around him tight. Both of you moaned as he slipped in, stretching your tight pussy out. Gods it felt good, the girth dragging against your sensitive spots. His hips stuttered a bit, hands clamping on your hips as he swore. You goaded Aeg on, digging your heels into his ass and whining his name.

Aegon pecked your mouth one more time, tucking his face into your neck, thighs heavily smacking your hips as he fucked. You yelped at the sudden movements, shivering in delight. Aegon grunted on every thrust, gasping against your neck before sinking his teeth in to grace your delicate skin.

You could do nothing but take his relentless bullying of your sensitive hole, thick tip drilling your sweet spot as he changed angles with a sharp inhale. Goosebumps littered your skin, sweat building between the pair of you. Your whines and his groans made a lurid cacophony, the slapping of flesh and the squelch of your own cunt.

Aegon panted, "Such a tight fuckin' pussy, made for me, s'good."

You arched feebly into his soft stomach, tits rubbing against his own. All you could manage was crying Aegon's name, tightening around him. You begged "Please, Aeg, touch me, touch me please, m'gonna cummm!" He growled in reflex, hips jerking particularly rough into the soft roof of your pussy.

"Yeah baby? Need your clit rubbed so you can come all over my dick? Beg some more, want you to mean it."

He slapped your thigh, smirking with lust blown pupils. Your eyebrows had knit together, the burning coil of ecstasy tightening into a ball. You just really really really needed Aegon to play with your clit. In the most embarrassing mewl you begged again. "Aeeegon, please! It fucking hurts, m'so swollen for you, please stepbrother, lemme cum, it-it'll feel so good!"

You sobbed in frustration, Aegon rumbling, "Mhm, I gotcha, needy little slut for a step sister. Fuck, you're gonna make me blow." His thumb and forefinger pinched and rubbed your flushed bundle of nerves, your stepbrother slapping a hand down on your wailing mouth. His hips stuttered, eyes rolled again as you clamped down on his twitching cock.

He babbled something, frantically swiping your nub until you released in a gush of slick, shivering from head to toe. Aegon made a gutted noise, his full weight baring down as he sloppily fucked himself out, groaning in near agony. He stiffened and whimpered your name, lips hanging agape as his cock emptied into the condom. Your pussy throbbed and twitched as you stared at the ceiling, hand in Aegon's platinum hair.

He groaned softly, "Ffffucking hell Lannister, you little demon."

Aegon groaned and slid out, laying on his back, pudgy belly heaving as he gathered some breath. You were just as limp, trying to formulate a sentence. Aegon tied off the condom and haphazardly threw it into a trash bin. You wrinkled your nose but managed to make the sluggish movements into his soft side. He was much more cuddly with the extra weight and post-orgasm haze.

Aegon wrapped a lazy arm around you, lips slightly curled up. He hummed, "You aren't going to run this time are you?"

"No. I don't think I will. We can tell Dad we're getting you lots of exercise now huh?"

"Just like the porno."

"Shut up."

#read the tw and tags #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen smut #modern au

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livwritesstuff · 4 months

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So Steve obviously loves Valentine’s Day.

This didn’t ever come as a surprise to Eddie, and in the years between when they started dating and when their kids were born, it was something that never changed.

When Steve walked in the door fresh off the afternoon carpool route with their three daughters in tow and said, “Dude – I swear to god this has gotta be the best Valentine’s Day ever,” Eddie wasn’t exactly taken aback, more just unsure what could have happened so early in the day that had him this confident that V-Day of 2012 would be the best one ever.

“Why?” Eddie asked suspiciously.

“When I dropped off Ava, David invited me over to watch the basketball game,” he replies, still with a massive grin on his face even as their daughters dump their backpacks and jackets and shoes all over the ground instead of hanging them up like they should be doing.

Eddie made a face – David, one of their neighbors and an unfortunate addition to the elementary school carpool circuit, is notably a total fucking loser.

He’s also obsessed with Steve (and not even in a gay way, which Eddie could at least understand – no, it’s in this weird, loser, ex-jock who peaked in high school kind of way).

“I know, right? I’m pretty sure he’s that fucking desperate for something to do tonight that isn’t his wife,” Steve continued.

“What’s wrong with his wife?”

“Ed, believe it or not, it gets even better.”

“Tell me,” Eddie demanded, finally getting that Steve’s got a whole-ass story for him.

“I’m going to, man, holy shit,” Steve shook his head as he stepped over the mess their kids left behind (because one of them would be corralling them all back downstairs to deal with their shit like they’re supposed to)

So Eddie listens as Steve launches into a retelling of the conversation he apparently had with David, who, predictably, acted like a total fucking loser about how Steve actually wanted to spend time with his family on Valentine’s Day.

“What does this have to do with his wife?” Eddie asked when Steve reached a stopping point, “Other than how incredibly sad it is for her.”

“Right – so get this. David ended up telling me that his wife is going out tonight with Chris, and I figured he meant Chris, like Christine, Liam’s mom, because I know they’re friends, but it’s not. It’s Chris, the divorced dad on the PTA, and apparently they hang out all the time.”

Eddie’s eyes widened as he pieced together what Steve was implying.

“No fucking way.”

“Right?!? And, look, you know I think cheating is wrong, but…I dunno, I really hope she has a fantastic Valentine’s Day.”

#idk idk something about middle-aged Steve knowing all the hot goss in their suburban town #this doesn’t really count as a valentine’s day post lol maybe i’ll fathom something else up later #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #also this is inspired by a tiktok - will link if i can track it down #rereading this there are a *lot* of F-Bombs srry if that’s not your vibe #i feel like they’re at that stage in parenthood where they know their kids know the words #so what’s the point in hiding it anymore?#judgy-steve my beloved

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1-800-munson · 10 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲'𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐦 || E.M

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Eddie quietly hummed a beat to himself as he sat in the living room, his foot tapping along as well.

After a few moments he groans in frustration, throwing himself back onto the couch.

"Is everything ok in there?" You called out from the kitchen.

A moment of silence went by before footsteps of Eddie's boot came closer towards your location. "I have the perfect beat but I just can't find the lyrics to fit!" He explained, leaning on the counter, watching you move around the kitchen.

"I'm sure it'll hit you at a random point when you're not so stressed!" You reassured, pressing your hand on his chest, leaning into kiss eddie but a noise from the baby monitor.

You both sighed, you chuckled and tapped his chest.

"Go get our baby will you?" You asked, moving back to the stove to start prepping lunch.

"She always knows when her parents are about to have a moment.." Eddie chuckled before walking back to your guys room.

"There's the monster!" Eddie joked as he spotted your baby laying in the middle of the bed, she looked as if she had just popped out of the blanket, her baby hairs sticking up in different directions, just a diaper on, skin imprints on her tummy from laying on the blanket for the first hour of her nap.

"The pillow getcha?" Stacy, your daughter looked around the room before lifting her hands up towards eddie.

"It beats me up too, even gets your mama!" Eddie tickles her belly to get a laugh out.

"Does not!" You yelled from the kitchen. Eddie turned towards the baby monitor.

"She listens in, you believe that?" He jokes with the baby.

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You peaked out the window blinds you and Eddie had in your bedroom, you watched as he mowed the grass in front of your house to fit the little pool the wheeler’s had bought for Stacy to use during the summer heat.

You grasped the towel on your chest, bathtime with a water baby was something else.

You glanced over towards your daughter where she sat on a bean bag chair, watching cartoons. She had her fist in her mouth, gnawing peacefully.

After getting a bottle of water for your boyfriend, you walked out of the small trailer and walked over to Eddie, who was filling the pool with the hose.

“Need water?” You asked as you walked closer. “I need something that’s not water.” He said, eyeing you up and down.

“Calm down, it’s mostly from the baby deciding to splash around today in the tub.” You both smiled.

“Either way, you’re a hot ass mom!” He kissed the hand that was handing over the water. “Oh yes, get back to doing the pool for your daughter!” You laughed and playfully shoved him away.

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Summer’s in Indiana weren’t a fun game when you didn’t have consistent AC going or a large pool.

You watched from a towel as your daughter splashed around in the baby pool.

“You enjoying the water S?” You giggled as she nodded, making her sunhat flop around.

Eddie sighed as he walked out from the trailer and into the heat, he walked past your yard and near the street, you assumed a buyer would be stopping by.

A little bit went by and you were right, a car filled with high school seniors pulled up.

You got up from the towel and walked over to Stacy, she had started to show signs of being in need of a nap, you bent over and picked her up, before grabbing the towel and dried your baby off before going inside to settle her down.

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While waiting for the buyer to grab the money from the glovebox of the car, he couldn’t help but listen to the boys in the back talking.

“It might be fucked up but i think im in love y/n, my god!”

“I knew y/n was always gonna be a milf!”

“Stacy’s mom got it going on, holy shit!”

Eddie’s head popped up, as the buyer handed him the money. Eddie handed the baggie of pills before walking away, the last comment about his comment stuck in his head.

“Stacy’s mom..?” He whispered, he sat down at the small dining table and picked up the paper he had laying around and scrambled to find a pen as the lyrics started to flow out.

You watched from the kitchen as Eddie scrambled around the living room for his guitar before playing a beat and muttering things to himself as he played.

After a few hours, he had jumped up from the table and walked over towards you, on the couch.

He leaned down and kissed you. “I love you.” You stared at him for a second. “What did you do?” You questioned, suspiciously.

“Nothing bad, I just wrote a song about you.” You raised an eyebrow, his answer peeked your interest.

“And what is this song about exactly?” You twirled one of his stray curls between your fingers. “Let me get my guitar and you’ll be my first listener.” You nodded and watched as he ran once again for his guitar.

“Stacy’s mom has got it going on, she’s all I want and I've waited for so long!” He sang to the beat.

“Stacy can’t you see, you’re just not the girl for me. I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom.” He paused and watched your face for a reaction.

You smiled and clapped for him. “I love it! You’re basically saying I'm a hot mom!” You squealed, Eddie chuckled and kissed your shoulder and you wrapped your arms to give him a hug.

“She’s so gonna hate you for this song when she’s older ya’ know?” You said, still hugging.

“Oh I bet, especially since everyone knows who Stacy's mom is..” You both laughed.

“We’re so mean.” Eddie chuckled and kissed you.

“I know, now kiss me Stacy's mom!”

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie munson #dad! eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things x reader

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primaviva · 9 months

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PAIRING: (primary) gwen stacy x fem!reader, (secondary / onsided romance) harry osborn x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gwen has liked you for a long time, harry knew this. to gwen's surprise, harry actually liked her for much longer, something she only learned when he confessed and asked her to prom. gwen's rejection hit harry hard. you can imagine gwen's shock when, just as she was about to tell you how she felt and ask to be your date, you revealed that you already had a date. harry osborn.

WARNINGS/NOTES: misunderstandings trope like heavy, a lot of cursing, manipulation on harry’s part, angstyyy, suggestive toward the end, jealous n angry gwen vs sassy man harry, white boys doin too much and not proof read

as summer's hot embrace swept across queens, whispers of anticipation filled the air in midtown high.

the arrival of prom.

the streets adorned themselves with vibrant hues of gold and scarlet, echoing the spirit of the season that gripped the hearts of every new yorker. decorative banners danced in the breeze on campus, proudly displaying the school's emblem as a symbol of community pride. the heat and constant air conditioning mingled with the distant sound of a marching band practicing their lively tunes, weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and excitement for all the locals and alumni.

prom, a cherished tradition to no one but the beckoned who peaked in high school. let’s be real here, what teen beside the tryhard kids trying to form the perfect resume for college genuinely cared for homecoming? nah, not one. the only excitement that came from it was being able to get free food, dress cute, some photo ops with your partner, and just hanging out with your friends. you could technically count the performances by the school bands and dance teams but to be honest all the talent was overshadowed by the patriotic midtown chants praising the school for its community and kindness even though you could’ve swore you saw flash thompson trying to beat on some freshman in the hall the other day.

it’s midtown high… mid is in the name. to be quite honest, you weren’t expecting much. you didn’t even have a date in mind, you just knew you’d end up going with your small friend group consisting of your best friend gwen, peter, and harry.

you were brought back to reality when your teacher pulled an ‘i’ll wait’ on some girl in the front who was just as confused as the rest of the class and was simply asking someone else for help.

as the minutes ticked by in the seemingly endless ap english class, the only escape you found was talking gwen during class to keep you sane.

you leaned towards gwen, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "i feel like i’m trapped in a literary prison. is it just me, or does every sentence, as soon as she opens her mouth, sounds like some philosophy subreddit bullshit?"

gwen stifled a giggle, her eyes sparkling with shared amusement. "oh, trust me, it's not just you. i think i've somehow deciphered the hidden meaning behind every comma in this book. it's like we're on a quest for the nonexistent holy grail of english assignments."

you both burst into a fit of laughter, struggling to contain your amusement while keeping a watchful eye on the teacher. the irony of the situation wasn't lost on you— the passionate exploration of language and literature reduced to a burdensome chore.

however, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of jealous eyes on you. the prickling sensation at your neck coming from the back of the class made you turn your head slightly, and you caught a glimpse of harry's eyes fixed on gwen, his expression tinged with jealousy. his lips pressed together in a tight line as he bit down on them, lost in his thoughts to notice that you caught him looking. he seemed almost irritated at you by the way he stared and to your understanding, for no reason. it’s not like you did any sneak shit behind his back or got on his nerves .

caught in the awkwardness of the moment, harry mustered a teasing smile and gave a nod, as if attempting to play off being caught. the nod was like a silent statement from him to you, that he felt the same way you did in the class. bored as hell.

but beneath the facade, the tension simmered, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was brewing beneath the surface. questions swirled in your mind, but for now, you chose to let it go and return your focus to gwen.

"this class single handedly ruined how i’ll read for the rest of my life, and you know how much i love to read edgar allen poe," you whispered, barely able to contain your sarcasm.

gwen leaned closer, her voice barely audible. "i swear, if i have to dissect one more sonnet, my brain cells will start killing themselves."

the bell's sudden ring startled both of you, cutting short your whispered complaints and signaling the end of yet another mundane class. you exchanged a knowing look, relief and mischief dancing in both your eyes.

"finally, damn!" you exclaimed under your breath. "let's get out of here before we start speaking in iambic pentameter."

gwen nodded, her lips curled into a smile. "i can't wait another second."

together, you gathered your belongings, trying to suppress the lingering laughter that threatened to bubble. as you made your way towards the door, the teacher's eyes scanned the room, momentarily pausing on your mischievous glances, but quickly moving on.

you were about to respond to her joke when harry osborn approached you two with a slightly hesitant yet determined stride. his sudden interruption caught both of you off guard.

"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice shaky. "can we talk for a minute?"

your curiosity piqued, but you gave gwen an understanding look and assured gwen that you would wait for her at the lockers, giving her a reassuring smile. with a nod, she followed harry to a quieter corner of the hallway, leaving you to be nosy and wonder what the conversation could be about. time seemed to stretch as you leaned against the lockers, the echoes of passing students fading into the background.

minutes turned into an eternity before gwen finally emerged from the conversation, as she walked toward you, you could sense the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. without a word, she shook her head, her eyes filled with unspoken thoughts.

"what did harry want? some chemistry homework answers that been due since last week?" you asked playfully, trying not to make it seem like you were praying for information.

it’s not like you were jealous of harry or envious of him for talking to gwen, you knew where you two stood. but just the way he looked at you? just rubbed you the wrong way. and you couldn't lie and say the curiosity wasn’t killing you as to why he had to pull gwen away from the public to just ‘talk to her.’

gwen's eyes met yours, looking unusually reserved. she hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "it’s nothing, really. he just asked me a stupid question. don’t worry about it."

you left it at that, not wanting to force her into talking about something that was clearly private. you respected her desire to just move on. still, a teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you couldn't resist a teasing remark.

"did he ask you to be his secret prom date?" you quipped, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

gwen's face turned pale for a moment before her cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "no, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. i um… i actually have someone in mind."

you felt your cheeks heat up at her comment, but also a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach. could she be talking about you? no, but then again all the moments where your legs brushed together while you sat, the lingering gazes and stolen looks, her hands on your waist when she guided you through a big crowd, just all the times where the lines between best friend and more became blurred.

however, gwen remained silent, her intentions veiled for now.

you two had similar schedules, so it was everyday you two walked to your classes together. as the two of you made your way to study hall, gwen broke the silence, "wanna share headphones while we work?"

her hand brushed against yours, your breath hitching as you became hyper aware of how close gwen was. you could feel her continue to stare into your eyes as she intertwined her hand with yours. a smile bloomed across your face as you nodded in agreement, unaware of someone else glaring at you from a distance. again.

weeks passed since then. before, prom was less than a month away. now? just days.

you still didn’t have a date. part of you wanted to just go along, not having any interest and anyone besides gwen. but another part of you was still holding onto hope, living in the fantasy world of the imaginary scenarios that she’ll ask you out.

there were doubts in your mind if gwen liked you, and even if you liked her. she’s your friend, best friend even. but your friendship with her is so different from the way you both treat your other friends. you don’t let your other friends call you names, sit on their lap while their hands wrap around your waist, stay up on friday nights and fall asleep on the phone, and so much more. it was more than just the physical attraction you had to gwen, it was the chemistry between you two. you admit, gwen is more than fine. to her tall demeanor and athletic body, and not to mention the hair and piercings. but the way she understood you more than anyone else was the biggest turn on of them all. she can read you like the back of her hand. she knows when you’re sad, when something’s bothering you, when you’re overwhelmed and just want someone to run away with even if it’s temporary.

all year it seemed that you both had been running circles around each other. there was just something different about the way she stared straight into your eyes as you talked about something. or the times where you swear you saw her biting down on her lip as she sneakily checked you out before you could catch her and she’d tell you how pretty you are. the times you would ask her to repeat stuff on the phone because you just loved hearing her voice just to fall asleep to it. the time where she noticed you looked at her while she cleaned her drumsticks and she told you it’s rude to stare. the times where she had no problem sneaking into your home from through your window to comfort you after a fight with your parents.

she felt like your other half and that’s what confused you. everyone talked about their best friend like that, but you and gwen didn’t seem like friends. and you can’t tell anymore if that’s good or bad.

it was clear you were attracted to gwen in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help but be in denial because of your fear that if you did pursue something romantic with her you could possibly ruin your friendship forever, and you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

gwen couldn’t imagine her life without you either, harry knew that first hand. which is why he’s on his way to your place right now.

harry osborn mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to gwen, his heart pounding with anticipation. he found her in the hallway, took a deep breath, and poured out his emotions, confessing his affection and asking her to be his date for the upcoming prom.

"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. "i've been meaning to tell you something... i really like you. you're amazing, talented, and so fearless. i’ve admired you for a while. so, i was wondering if you'd go to prom with me?"

gwen listened attentively, a kind smile on her face that slowly dropped as she kept talking. but before harry could catch his breath, she gently interrupted him.

"harry, look, i appreciate you telling me this and you're such an amazing friend," gwen replied, her soft and cautious. "but, i can’t go with you. i’m sorry it’s just… i actually had something on my mind too for a while. i've been wanting to tell (y/n) how i feel about her for a while now and so i thought prom would be the best excuse. i've just been nervous about it because i don’t want ti ruin anything. you understand, right?"

harry's face fell slightly, his disappointment flickering across his features. he tried his best to hide the bitterness he felt, realizing that gwen's heart was set on someone else.

"oh... i see," harry responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "don’t worry, gwen. i get it. i never caught on that you liked our (y/n), that’s my bad. i'm sure you’ll both have an amazing time at the dance when you ask her."

gwen's expression softened, "thank you, harry. i hope this doesn’t make anything too weird or weirder than it needs to be. friends?"

harry forced a smile, masking his envy as best as he could. "of course, gwen. friends always."

but as gwen turned to leave, harry's mind started to spin. thoughts of revenge began to cloud his judgment.

how could gwen stacy reject him? it was all he could think of. ‘she’s just a cop's daughter’ he thought, balling his hands into a fist.

“hey, could you speed it up?” he pressed the driver, quickly apologizing. “sorry i just… the waiting is killin’ me.”

maybe it was the bitterness fueling his need to boost his own ego, but he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the rejection. all his life, harry was given what he wanted without a second thought from his father or the people around him. it seemed that for the first time he couldn’t have what he wanted and didn't know how to act.

that’s what led him here, to the front of your place. harry pushed open the car door, his oxford shoes hitting the pavement.

“wait for us, will you?” he asked the driver but the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order.

harry : hey sweets

harry : go look outside your window for me sent at 4:53

you were doing your homework when suddenly you felt a vibration against your desk. you turned your head to the side and noticed your phone lighting up. with a sigh wanting to take a break from working, you picked it up and your eyes went wide as you saw who it was who texted you. part of you hoped it was gwen, but no, it was harry.

the message on your lock screen made you cringe as soon as you saw that he had called you ‘sweets.’

“the hell is this boy on now,” you muttered, swiping up to see the full text in messages.

you : tf you mean look out my window… did you take your daddy’s medicine by any chance ?? sent at 4:55

before you even gave him the chance to reply, you walked up to your window and pushed the curtain to the side. looking down, you were met with the sight of harry typing on his phone before looking up at you with a charming smile.

harry : you wanna come down rapunzel?

you let out a scoff, the sides of your mouth twitching into a smile as you made your way downstairs. you unlocked the door, opening it to be met with harry walking up to you and revealing a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers to you. it looked expensive and it glowed in the sun.

“don’t tell me those are for me,” you spoke in a whisper, voice caught in your throat from how unexpected this all was.

he smiled, putting the bouquet in my hand as the floral aroma filled my senses. “then i won’t, just take them princess.”

harry knew you were getting weirder out by his behavior just by the way your face had this stank look to it. not like you were disgusted by him or anything, but by how confusing this was.

“what?” he asked with a smirk.

“you’re just acting a lil’ strange is all,” you replied slowly, squeezing the bouquet to your chest and sniffing the assortment. “they smell beautiful harry, thank you. but no offense, why are you outside my home dressed like james dean?”

he did a low chuckle as he looked into your eyes. sure, harry was cute though he wasn’t necessarily your type. and while it is really attractive to have someone dress nice for you, call you sweet things, and even come to your home with flowers, it was just weird. it was just weird. why him?

"just walk with me, please?" harry asked, extending his hand towards you.

“and sight see all the power plants?” you mocked, but seeing the pleasing look on his face made you fold. you hesitated, but ultimately took him up on it.

as you took his hand, you felt his grip tighten, pulling you uncomfortably close. "i'm sure there's a beautiful waterfront or some other scenic spot for us to explore," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and curiosity flickering in your eyes. despite your reservations, you found yourself drawn to him and his intentions.

“you look beautiful today,” he added, still looking forward as the glow of the sky highlighted his face.

you let out a laugh, causing him to glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“oh harry, you’re so charming, thank you,” you teased, voice monotone to poke fun at his advances.

he let out a chuckle as you both approached the waterfront. golden hour was approaching, and the sky was painted a deep orange with yellow highlights and a beauty exuding from it. the clouds were faint and moved slowly to the side, like careful paint strokes to a canvas.

as you released your hand from harry's, you walked toward the ledge, taking in the awe-inspiring scenery. it felt like a moment of pure magic, as if the world had paused to allow you to appreciate the simple pleasures surrounding you. the gentle caress of the warm breeze, the distant echoes of laughter, and the soothing sound of water rippling in the wind created a serene ambiance.

harry initiated the conversation, breaking the silence. "you've never been here before?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

you met his gaze with a sly smile, “nah, i never have time to do stuff like this. im always busy with my own responsibilities so it doesn’t really cross my mind to do a tinder style long walks down the cigarette infested new york streets and visit all the landscapes.”

harry approached you, leaning against the ledge with a smile playing on his lips. he let out a genuine chuckle, appreciating your sense of humor.

"there's the (y/n) i know," he remarked, his tone filled with affection. "always quick with the sarcasm. it's one of the many things that make you so likable. you have this unique and mysterious charm about you.”

you studied him for a moment, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "secret charm?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow. "i've never really made an effort to talk to anyone, so l'd be surprised if i had any secret admirers.”

“well, allow me to introduce you to one of them,” he said as he took your hand in his and gave it a chest kiss.

harry's expression turned softer, and he took your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on your palm. his eyes held a glimmer of and a hint of seduction.

"i know we haven't always been the closest, but lately, you've been on my mind. a lot," he confessed, bringing your hand to rest against his chest. "i've admired you from afar, and i've been nervous to be around you. you're not just gorgeous, but smart, witty, and so much more. i can't imagine going to prom with anyone else but you. so, would you honor me by being my date?"

your heart skipped a beat with each word he spoke. shock washed over you, and your face revealed a mix of emotions. while you value your friendship with harry, you didn't share the same romantic feelings. you hesitated, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts.

but something about it was off. while his words seemed genuine and soft, his eyes told a different story. they were dark and deceptive, gleaming with an unsettling intensity. it sent a shiver down your spine, making you question his true intentions. the way he stared at you felt predatory, like he was sizing you up, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at his prey. it created an alarming imbalance of power, as if he was counting on something beyond your control.

"harry," you began, your voice gentle but firm. “i’m really sorry for this but i don’t see you that way. i’m flattered but you have to understand… there are other girls that would love to go with you. you’re a heartthrob, y’know? you can get anyone with your appeal. it’s just that i’ve liked gwen for a while and have been waiting for something to happen but-“

“it seems i really can’t get anyone, (y/n),” he spat out in anger. harry's demeanor shifted, his face contorting with anger. he turned slightly away from you, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to regain composure. his tone dripped with bitterness as he spoke. “gwen huh? always gwen, isn’t it?”

“what?” you mouthed in confusion.

"you really think gwen would ever ask you to prom? better yet, you think she likes you?" he sneered, closing the distance between you until your chests almost touched.

“get outta my face, i’m leaving,” you demanded, frustration welling up inside you as you pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance. “harry, fuck off of me.”

but harry's arms held you firmly in place, preventing your escape. his voice took on a mocking tone as he continued to belittle you.

"gwen already has a date. some kid named miles from out of town. she's been talking to him for a while now," he informed you, his words hitting you like a blow. "she doesn't want you, never has. she's just being nice, pretending to be your friend. so i don’t know when or how you tricked yourself into thinking she has any interest in you."

your world seemed to crumble around you, a sickening feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. your legs grew weak, and you struggled to maintain your composure. tears welled up in your eyes, and you wiped them away, attempting to regain your composure before facing him.

“i know, it’s hard to hear. and she’s a fool for ever letting a girl like you slip away,” he continued, his tone shifting once again. "but you deserve better, (y/n). gwen is a selfish coward who only goes after what she wants with no regard for others. you deserve someone who appreciates you. someone like me. let me show you how you should be treated."

you took a step back, turning away from him, your hand instinctively covering your mouth. the tears flowed freely now, and a sense of disbelief washed over you. had you been deluding yourself all this time? was there truly no spark between you and gwen?

a forced smile played on your lips as you turned to face harry again, your entire demeanor transformed. it was as if a switch had been flipped, and you presented a facade that masked your true emotions.

"i'd love to go with you," you spoke weakly, your voice devoid of its usual strength. though you didn't reciprocate his feelings, you wanted a distraction. maybe he could give you the attention he claimed you deserved.

a wide, unsettling smile spread across harry's face, his expression taking on an eerie quality. it was a smile that sent shivers down your spine, as if there was something unsettling behind it. you couldn't shake off the feeling that his happiness wasn't truly about you saying yes.

"i'm glad," he replied, pulling you closer to his side. "let's get you home."

as you made your way back home with harry, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. the once-pleasant and work filled evening had transformed into an uncomfortable walk home. harry's grip on your arm tightened, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.

you attempted to break the silence, hoping to alleviate the mounting unease. "so, what are we gonna wear? have you thought about it?"

harry's response was curt and lacking his usual warmth. "i have a few ideas in mind. we'll figure it out."

you couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor, his friendly and charismatic personality replaced by something cold and distant. doubts and concerns swirled in your mind, but you couldn't find the energy to voice them. instead, you kept quiet, unsure of how to navigate this unfamiliar territory.

upon reaching your house, you turned to face harry, attempting to gauge his mood. "thanks for walking me home," you told him, your voice laced with uncertainty. "i'll see you at school tomorrow."

harry's eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and unsettling. "no need to thank me," he replied with a slight sneer. "i'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on."

confusion washed over you as you watched him walk away, his figure disappearing into the night. something was undeniably wrong, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger. you retreated into your home, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

you went into your room and just jumped into your bed and before you knew it your eyes were wet and you blacked out.

it was saturday morning, and the events of the previous night were a blur in your memory. as you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, you glanced down at your clothes, and suddenly, it all came rushing back. you had spent the entire night looking over old photos of you and gwen, shedding tears, before finally succumbing to exhaustion and taking a hot shower to soothe your emotions.

your face felt tight and slightly flushed as you made your way to the mirror. you examined your reflection, noticing the lingering redness in your eyes and the puffiness of your cheeks. even your voice seemed affected, carrying a hint of strain from the relentless sobbing that had consumed you.

it wasn't the news itself that hurt you. it was fine if gwen didn't have romantic feelings for you because it’s not like you’re entitled to her. if anything, you found relief in knowing that your friendship could still remain intact. but the way harry had delivered it to you was harsh and blunt, forcing you to confront things you hadn't even considered before.

to realize that gwen may have never seen you in a romantic light, not even once, left you feeling foolish. the most humiliating part was the possibility of misreading every interaction, every gesture, and every shared moment. and to learn from harry of all people that she had someone else all along made you question how long she had been interested in miles without ever mentioning it to you. although you had heard his name mentioned a few times, it had never crossed your mind that gwen had feelings for him. and it definitely didn’t cross your mind that they had been talking as of recently.

your phone began to ring, causing a pang of agony to surge through you. "please, let it be a scam call," you silently pleaded, yearning for a moment of solitude to process your thoughts.

reluctantly, you picked up the phone and turned it around to see the caller's identity. it was gwen. you felt conflicted as your stomach began to turn once again. on one hand, you longed to talk to her, driven by the depth of your feelings. but on the other hand, the internal embarrassment you felt made you want to avoid her at all costs.

summoning your courage, you swiped to answer the call. "hi," you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to conceal any cracks.

there was a brief silence on the other end, and then gwen spoke with concern in her voice. "(y/n), are you okay? i tried texting you last night, but you didn't respond," she questioned.

"oh, um, yeah. i've just been having sleepless nights, so i went to bed early," you explained, attempting to brush off the previous night's emotional turmoil. "sorry bout’ that."

"are you sure everything's alright? it sounds like you've been crying," she pressed, genuine worry coloring her words. "if you need someone to talk to or if you want me to come over, just let me know. i’ll be there.”

"i'm fine. i wasn't crying, i literally just mentioned being tired," you replied, irritation seeping into your tone.

"i just want you to be honest with me. can i still come over? i have something i want to tell you," she mustered the courage to ask.

this was gwen's moment. she had been gathering her strength to speak to you about for so long, and now she was ready to make her request.

"yeah, sure. actually, i have something to tell you too," you added, your voice steadier now.

“okay, great- i mean good. i’ll see you later, okay?” she spoke, her voice cheery but a little nervous.

“see you later,” you replied, repeating it back to her as you hung up.

hours had past and it had only made you more anxious. what did she want to tell you? why wasn’t she here already?

you had already changed your clothes and fixed up your appearance to make yourself more presentable. you made sure to put some concealer under your eyes too to try and draw attention away from the puffiness and fading redness.

the knock at your door gave you a temporary relief from the anxiety of your mind as you went to go open it and greet gwen.

“hey,” she greeted, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug.

you hesitated for a moment, but you couldn’t resist the need to feel her touch. you wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. there was something so comforting about her touch and gentleness. you both pulled back as gwen stared deeply into your eyes. her hands drifted from the sides of your waist to the small of your back as both your eyes flicked over each other's features.

“are you gonna raid my fridge or wanna go straight to my room?” you asked, teasing her as you broke the unspoken tension between you two.

she giggled as a smirk appeared on her lips. she gave your back a gentle slap, “hey! and no thank you, i actually wanted to come talk to you about something that’s been on my mind,” she confessed.

“oh okay,” you said silently, leading her to your room.

gwen made herself comfortable as she plopped herself on your bed. she manspreaded her legs as she threw her head back against your wall, giving you a glimpse of her faint adam's apple before looking down at you. her hair had gotten longer since she shaved the sides, turning it into more of an undercut now as it framed her face beautifully. it was moments like these you remembered that gwen had equally good looks to match her personality. god, she was so breathtaking. her outfit was an oversized band hoodie that overlapped the tied flannel shirt around your waist, paired with black leggings and her signature teal converse.

"do you always have to take up all the space in my bed?" you asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you placed your hands on your hips.

gwen responded with a playful groan, accompanied by a mischievous look. "oh please, there's plenty of room," she retorted, patting the empty space next to her, inviting you to join.

taking a deep breath, you couldn't resist the playful banter, and you sat down next to her, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"so?" you prompted, your voice filled with anticipation, hoping she would take the lead in the conversation.

gwen's hesitation lingered in the air, her gaze momentarily shifting away as she gathered her thoughts. "i don't know... i've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and, well, with prom coming up..."

before she could continue, you blurted out your own news, interrupting her. "harry asked me to prom."

the sudden interruption hung in the air, momentarily breaking the flow of the conversation. the nervous smile on gwen's face dropped immediately, and she sat up, her eyes locked onto yours with intensity.

"he what?" she questioned, her voice low and raspy, almost demanding you to repeat yourself.

"harry came here yesterday with flowers and asked me to be his prom date," you explained, sensing gwen's anger starting to simmer.

"(y/n), are you being serious with me right now?" she asked again, slowly rising from the bed as her anger began to surface.

"why the hell would i make any of this up, gwen?" you responded, a touch of frustration in your voice. "he said that he's liked me for a long time and that all he's been thinking about is asking me to prom."

gwen was in shock. anger fueled her thoughts toward harry. could he really be plotting revenge against her like this? was it possible that he would go to such lengths?

"do you think you're the first person he's told that to? he's not what you think," gwen told you firmly, her voice tinged with hurt and anger.

your irritation grew. you couldn't understand why gwen was so angry when she already had a date.

"really? so what is he then?" you questioned, your voice matching her intensity as you stood up to meet her gaze.

"i'll tell you this, he isn't the damn saint you're making him out to be!" gwen exclaimed, her anger palpable. "he's an actor, and if he's got you so hooked with a ten-minute performance, he's probably next in line for an oscar."

you scoffed at her frustration. "you have no business being mad at me for this when you already have your own date. do you want to have your cake and eat it too? because i'm sorry to tell you this, but that's not gonna slide with me. i'm allowed to have fun and talk to whoever i want," you declared, standing your ground.

gwen's eyes furrowed, and she put a hand over her mouth, taking a deep exhale before turning back to you.

"what date? what the hell are you talking about?" she hastily asked.

"don't play with me, gwen. i heard about you and miles. if it's not supposed to be a secret, then why didn't you mention it at all?" you raised your voice, frustration evident.

confusion etched over gwen's face. "did obnoxious osborn tell you this? because it's all bullshit, and he's talking out of his ass. he's literally known for being a heartthrob and making out with random girls in our class under the bleachers. come on, you know better than this," she explained, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern.

“i said don’t play with me, i’m not here to listen to you act childish and sound like a psycho tryna rhyme his name with the first words you can think of from a kids vocab book,” you yellee, quicklime calming yourself down.

you took a deep breath, ready to finish this.

"do i know better?" you repeated, stepping closer to her. "you're always disappearing randomly and refusing to open up about it. you act one way and then another, and you give me so many mixed signals that i've had enough of it!"

it felt like everything was falling apart, like a chaotic mess that couldn't be unraveled. after years of friendship, it was collapsing before your eyes like dominoes.

"i can't talk about it, okay? i have my own stuff, and you've never pressed me to tell you anything about that, so i know that’s not the real reason you’re upset," gwen argued back, her voice strained. "the mixed signals are what i came here to talk to you about, (y/n). i... i don't want to be friends with you anymore!" she admitted, her vulnerability showing through.

the room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. you took a couple of steps back, feeling the ground shift beneath you. is this what harry was talking about? no, you knew better than to trust him over gwen. but in this moment of vulnerability, the conflicting information dragged you in two different directions. was it true that she didn't want to be friends with you, as harry had tried to convince you, or did she see it entirely differently?

gwen put her hands over her face, gripping her hair out of frustration. she tried to step forward, reaching a hand out to you, but you refused, holding your ground.

"shit... (y/n), i didn't mean for it to come out like that," she attempted to explain, her voice choked with tears as she realized the intensity of the situation.

"leave," you told her, your voice stern and harsh.

"what? you can't be serious," she pleaded. "you don't seriously choose his word over mine, do you?"

"no! i just- i just can't do this right now, and i need you to leave," you replied, your voice filled with a mix of pain and frustration.

the room fell into an uneasy silence as gwen stared at you, her eyes wide reflecting her disbelief. slowly, she walked past you, tears streaming down her face as she looked down to avoid your gaze, and left without saying another word.

as the door closed behind her, you sank to the floor, feeling a heavy emptiness settle in your chest. the weight of the broken friendship added a weight onto you, and you couldn't help but question whether things could ever be the same again.

"you told her you didn't want to be friends anymore?" peter asked in disbelief as he leaned against a nearby locker, his eyes fixed on gwen.

gwen let out a frustrated sigh as she slammed her locker shut after putting her books inside, resting her back against it. "i didn't mean it like that, peter. i was just caught off guard. and to make matters worse, harry sabotaged everything," she explained, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "i never even saw it coming.

peter stepped beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "you know (y/n), gwen. she's smart and strong. she won't let harry manipulate her, and deep down, i think you know she doesn't have any real interest in him," he reassured her, urging her to have faith in your judgment.

gwen nodded, her eyes closing shut as she palmed her face. "i know, it's just... the thought of her with harry makes me physically sick," she admitted,

the image of you with someone else haunted gwen's thoughts. and knowing the person was harry, who didn’t even love or care for you, made it so much worse. she knew he could never love you the way she does. he was merely using you as a pawn in his little game, and it infuriated her that you were dragged into this one-sided fight.

"speak of the devil," peter muttered, gesturing for gwen to look down the hallway.

her eyes landed on you, engaged in a casual conversation with your friend liz allen. that was normal, but what wasn't normal was harry by your side, holding your hand as you strolled confidently down the hallway together. gwen's heart sank as she felt her tongue press against the inside of her cheek. he noticed her gaze and it only made his smirk grow.

“i'm gonna go with liz. see you later," you said to harry before walking away, leaving him with a warm smile

on his face.

"i'ii catch up with you later, baby," he replied, his tone affectionate as you disappeared into a nearby classroom.

gwen winced at the nickname, her inner cheek now bearing the marks of her biting down on it. she let out a deep sigh, her eyes still fixed on harry as he made his way over to her and peter.

"why the long face? the frown doesn't suit you," he taunted, trying to provoke a reaction from gwen.

and it worked.

gwen's frustration boiled over, and without hesitation, she grabbed harry by the collar and pushed him up against the wall, surprising him with her sudden burst of anger. the unexpected aggression caught harry off guard, eliciting a loud grunt from him.

"gwen, wait!" peter called out, attempting to intervene and calm her down.

“she’s not just some toy you can pick up and play with until you don’t need her anymore. she has nothing to do this with and you're seriously pathetic for going this low by dragging her into this just to get back at me,” gwen asserted.

harry let out a mocking laugh, trying to mask his surprise. he carefully chose his words, well aware that the hallways were empty at this time.

“but toys are meant to be played with by definition,” he said, his voice dripping with coldness. “does it make you mad when you see her with me? when i get to touch her the way you’ve wanted for so long and you couldn’t? you call me pathetic, but you couldn't even gather the courage to tell her how you feel. holding her hand made you shy away like a little girl," he retorted.

gwen yanked him forward before forcefully slamming him back into the wall. her eyes blazed with fierce determination. "you are the embodiment of pathetic, harry. this whole mess started because i don't like you, and guess what? that hasn't changed. you believe yourself to be sophisticated and superior to everyone else, but all you do is push others down to get yourself where you want to go. you disguise it behind the glamor and the clothes but behind it you’re just a lowlife with no real friends. you aren’t entitled to anybody or anything. and i guess since you’ve been spoiled all your life it’s up to me to teach you that no amount of money or charm will buy you dignity.”

taking a deep breath, gwen eased her grip on his collar, releasing him from her hold. “you think life is one big party and people are just trends you can skip over, but mark my words, you’re in for a rude awakening,” she stated.

"and what are you going to do?" he jeered, mocking her. what could she possibly do to free herself from the drama harry has ensnared her in, purely for his own sadistic pleasure of watching her life crumble?

"you'll see. but next time you dare to pull a stunt like this, remember who you're messing with," she warned, giving harry a menacing glare as she walked away, accompanied by peter.

gwen wouldn’t let harry get away with this. to her, this wasn’t about revenge, this was about you. this was about her doing right by you and treating you how you truly deserved to be treated. she was going to make sure you know exactly how she feels.

the day of prom had arrived, and the anticipation weighed heavily on your shoulders. it was evident that harry's focus lay not in the outfits you both wore, but rather in the desire to be seen with you. perhaps he aimed to stoke gwen's jealousy, to make her realize what she couldn't have.

as you slipped into your dress, its flattering silhouette accentuating your figure with an open back and slit, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. the night you once eagerly anticipated now loomed before you with apprehension. the fallout between you and gwen had left a void, and the lack of communication had extended to peter as well. the thought of addressing the situation felt overwhelming, so you chose the path of avoidance, despite knowing deep down that it may not have been the wisest decision.

occasional conversations with peter only served to reinforce your initial doubts about harry. he told you that he was acting sketchy, his fight with gwen, and you also shared with him the things harry had told you in his little speech. you acknowledged the validity of those doubts, but a part of you couldn't help but harbor anger towards gwen. you longed for her to take the initiative, to approach you and express her true feelings. while you understood her struggle with vocalizing emotions, the prolonged silence of unspoken words and the feeling of being strung along intensified the tension between you. it was a painful realization that your feelings for gwen had no sign of fading away soon, yet they seemed to have no chance to blossom into something more either. the stagnation gnawed at your heart.

the internal conflict in your mind tormented you, a battle between your desire for gwen's love and the frustration of her fears.

as you stood in front of the mirror, the anxiety of the night filled the air. the sound of a car pulling up outside your home signaled the arrival of harry, who had graciously offered to be your escort for the evening.

taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and made your way downstairs to meet harry. as you opened the door, he greeted you with a charming smile, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” harry stated as he leaned against your door frame. he wore all black which included his blazer and khaki’s, but instead of a button up he fancied himself in a matching black turtleneck. his shoes were equally dark oxford’s that he sported casually.

“who are you, someone’s grandpa?” you asked as a harsh tease.

all he did was chuckle in response, not sensing your bitterness toward him.

"ready for a night to remember?" harry asked, extending his hand to you.

you hesitated for a moment, torn between your heart and your mind. yet, you were in too deep and it felt all you could do now was seize the opportunity to make the best of your prom. you took harry's hand, allowing him to lead you towards the awaiting car.

stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped in luxury. the plush leather seats and the soft ambiance of the car created an atmosphere of opulence. as the vehicle glided through the city streets, you couldn't help but marvel at the passing lights and how beautiful new york looked transformed by the night sky.

you glanced absentmindedly at the raindrops trickling down the window, seeking solace in the gentle rhythm of the drizzle. it acted as a soothing distraction from the swirling thoughts that occupied your mind, thoughts that revolved around one person in particular— gwen.

harry, perceptive as ever, sensed the weight of your emotions.

"you know you made the right decision," he remarked as he edged closer to you, his voice having an untruthful undertone.

you gave him a glare from the side of your eye before turning to face him.

“why do you say that?” you questioned, growing frustrated with everything.

"well, with gwen, you would've never reached this point," he responded simply.

his words stung, it was a bitter realization, one that left a sour taste in your mouth.

a wry smile played on harry's lips as he reached out to adjust the corsage he had bestowed upon you, an accessory chosen not out of admiration, but as a symbol of his possession over you.

harry sensed your conflicted state and attempted to try and ease you up.

"i may have attended plenty of lavish events in this car since i was young," harry continued, a faint shadow of a smile dancing on his lips. "but tonight... tonight feels different with you."

the words echoed hollowly, devoid of the genuine emotions you had secretly yearned for. they were a stark reminder that beneath the glittering facade, harry's intentions were far from pure. you didn’t respond, instead you chose to nod at his words as you recognized you were near the school.

"here we are, mr. osborn," the driver announced, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

harry's face lit up with a triumphant gleam as he turned toward you, extending his hand. reluctantly, you accepted his hand, stepping out of the car, the light raindrops falling around you like a somber symphony. as you made your way towards the entrance, you steeled yourself, preparing yourself for whatever mess that you knew you were about to get into.

as you stepped into the prom venue, a wave of excitement washed over you. the energy was electrifying, with music bouncing off the walls and vibrant lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. the once crappy gym had been transformed into a breathtaking space, adorned with elegant decorations that made the room look so enchanting and full of life.

the makeshift dance floor was enticing, its polished surface gleaming invitingly under the soft glow of the overhead chandeliers. couples twirled gracefully, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of the music. laughter filled the air as friends greeted each other and took pictures.

the walls were adorned with cascading drapes and shimmering streamers, creating a whimsical backdrop. tables were meticulously arranged, adorned with centerpieces of flowers and flickering candles, adding a special touch to the scene. everywhere you looked, the place was alive.

the dj stationed at the center of the room skillfully curated a playlist that blended popular hits and timeless classics. the beats throbbed through the speakers, encouraging everyone to take to the dance floor and lose themselves into the night.

as you made your way further into the so-called venue, you caught glimpses of friends and classmates as they passed by. yet, still no sight of gwen.

as the hours ticked by, you found yourself consumed by an unexplainable longing to see her. the mere thought of seeing her again stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you, leaving you restless on the dance floor and yearning for her presence.

throughout the night, you caught fleeting glimpses of her, mere fragments that left you wanting more. your attention was drawn to the distinct elements that composed her captivating image. her hair, cascading in waves, held a hint of mystery, teasing you with its untamed elegance. the sight of her donning a black leather jacket ignited a sense of rebellious allure, adding an edgy touch to her.

your eyes traced the contours of her neck adorned with a black choker, layered with multiple necklaces, each one a reflection of her individuality. beneath the jacket, a pink dress peeked through, its front short and the back long, while a layer of dark purple added on top.

black knee-length tights hugged her legs and as your gaze descended, you couldn't help but notice the black boots that completed her look.

as you swayed to the music, engrossed in conversation with your friends, harry slipped out of your view, claiming he was going to fetch drinks for the two of you. he made his way to the drink table, where an array of drinks and desserts awaited.

with a hint of mischief, harry muttered to gwen, "oh, don't mind me, just getting a drink for me and my girl." he poured two glasses, a calculated move to incite a sense of jealousy, knowing that gwen had been watching your interactions throughout the night, longing to be the one by your side. “enjoying the night, hannah montana?”

gwen, determined not to let harry's words affect her, initially brushed off his comment. however, his persistent needling proved too much to ignore. "wow, that was the funniest thing you've said yet! you deserve some applause for that one," she retorted sarcastically, her hands mockingly clapping for his attempt at humor.

he smirked watching her get riled up as he took it upon himself to stand next to gwen. he moved closer to her side, leaning in to speak softly into her ear. “sad to think that you thought you’d have the last word in this all, gwen. after this it’s off to college. you really messed up your chances. not even just with (y/n), but with me. we could’ve had something, but you only really care about yourself, huh?” he turned around fully, holding his two drinks ready to leave. “this is it. i have the last word.”

that was enough to do it for gwen.

gwen reached her breaking point. the music slowed down, the dj's announcement filling the air, urging everyone to bring their partners to the dance floor. the crowd surged, people jostling for space, with a few girls even approaching harry for a quick dance, eager to bask in his wealth and fuel his ego.

this was her time.

"hey, we need to talk," gwen said, her grip tight as she grabbed your arm. startled, you looked up at her, surprised to see her so close, determination evident in her eyes.

"yeah, we do," you agreed, allowing her to hurriedly guide you both outside, away from prying eyes and the bustling prom.

as you stepped into the open, the light drizzle that had fallen earlier transformed into a gentle rain shower. the lobby glistened with moisture, and a soft breeze rustled through the nearby trees. gwen's hand tightened around yours, helping you stay stable amidst the slippery ground.

"gwen," you called out, tone laced with concern, but she continued walking, leading you to a secluded spot beside the school lobby. "gwen, enough! you need to talk too," you exclaimed, feeling the urgency mounting within you.

she paused, her hand covering her face momentarily, trying to rein in her frustration. "i need to talk? you didn't even let me explain myself last time, and then i saw you here with him," gwen said, her words pouring out rapidly as she fought to control her emotions. "but that's not why i wanted to talk to you now. look, harry asked me to the prom, and i said no... because i had planned to ask you," she revealed.

your eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and realization washing over you. you had suspected harry hadn't been entirely truthful, but the revelation that gwen had intended to ask you left you speechless.

"what?" you mouthed, struggling to find the right words. "so when you came to my house?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling.

"yes! i was going to ask you," gwen affirmed, feeling relief as you finally began to understand. "i love you, (y/n). you've been my best friend, but i've fallen in love with you. i've been losing sleep over it. you're always there for me, understanding in ways i've never experienced before, and it scares me. i didn't want to tell you because i didn't want to risk losing what we have. the thought of you saying no and jeopardizing our friendship stressed me out so much. i would have rather kept my feelings hidden if it meant i could still have you in my life. but now, i just want to face my fears and say, 'screw it,' because i meant every word that i told you when i went to see you. i don't want to be just your friend anymore, i want to be more."

a silence settled between you, interrupted only by the sound of raindrops cascading down gwen's jacket. tears welled up in your eyes as her words pierced through your heart.

"you like me?" you simply asked, your voice almost breaking.

"more than like," she chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair. "you have no idea."

slowly, you closed the distance between you, your fingers fidgeting with the corsage on your wrist. "i like you too, gwen. love, even," you confessed. "i felt so foolish, thinking there might be something between us. part of me believed it was all in my head, and then harry started messing with me, planting doubts that you would never be interested. it hit me hard, and that's why i went with him. i felt trapped, but i also wanted to see your reaction."

gwen's smile grew, and she gently placed her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you wanted to see if i'd get jealous?" she inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

"yeah, i guess... i felt this thing between us at times, and it made me overthink. i thought that maybe, if you saw me with someone else, you would speak up. and if you didn't, well, it would be a win-win because at least i'd still have a date," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have treated you like this. i just get overwhelmed and scared when i don't think things are gonna work out, so i just avoided it all outta fear."

"don't apologize. both of us got caught up in harry's stupid revenge scheme," gwen said softly, her thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

in the quietude that enveloped you both, you found yourselves staring into each other's eyes. the moonlight filtered through the dark night sky, casting a soft glow upon gwen's features. she looked effortlessly beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, and her hair framing her face. up close, you noticed the delicate touch of makeup—a rosy red on her lips and smokey eyeshadow with a hint of blue.

before you could fully comprehend your own actions, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss upon her lips. it was too quick for her to kiss back.

her eyes widened in shock and you felt her gasp against your lips. with the unspoken tension broken, there was no more denying the feelings that had been building between the two of you.

suddenly, gwen’s lips crashed against yours as her hands moved to grip your waist and hold you close. she melted into you, a moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself

against you and kissed you hungrily. the electricity between the two of you surrounded you, a silent understanding passing between you that changed the dynamic of friendship was changed forever.

gwen parted her lips away from yours as they brushed up against each other in the small distance.

her eyes softened, her gaze searching yours. "you deserve better," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "and i want to be the one who shows you that."

her hands massaged up and down your torso gently as your arms found their way around her neck. “you are better,” you whispered to her.

it was like you and a magnetism to you that gwen couldn’t fight as your words encouraged her to kiss you again. it was like a switch was flipped inside gwen. she'd never experienced something so electrifying before. feeling your lips against hers was pure passion. her heart raced with excitement as she let herself be swept along in the moment. when your lips met hers and your mouths filled with the taste of the other, gwen felt there was no more room for hesitation now, and the two of you were lost in an incredible kiss that couldn't be stopped.

"you don't need this anymore," gwen's voice came out in a hoarse whisper as she reached for the corsage on your wrist, the one harry had given you. her eyes lingered on the delicate blooms, appreciating their beauty for a fleeting moment. then, in one swift motion, she tore the corsage clean off your hand, her grip firm and unwavering. the force with which she removed it almost stung. gwen flung it far behind you, casting it away.

gwen pushed you lightly into a nearby wall, her hand cupping the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt by the impact. she wanted nothing more than to feel you against her, to have your arms wrapped around her as you kissed her again and again. her heart was starting to beat in her chest, and you could feel her breathing quicken.

but still gazing intently into your eyes and keeping her lips inches from your own, gwen briefly backed away. "i think harry's an idiot," she purred, her tone dripping with confidence.

she pulled you close again, her body pressed against yours as if she was trying to collide with you. "he doesn't know anything about you. you're the most amazing, incredible, sweet, adorable..." she paused, her heart racing. "perfect."

a drop of water landed on her nose and slid down her face, causing her to giggle. her radiant smile illuminated the moment, casting a spell of enchantment.

the weight of her words settled upon you, leaving you blissfully captivated. "perfect?" you repeated.

“so perfect, you don’t even have to try,” she replied, her eyes softening as she sees how flustered you get.

gwen leaned in and nibbled your lower lip as she bit the bottom teasingly, just to see how you'd react. "mmm, " she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips against yours again. you felt her lick on your lower lip as she cocked her head to the side to deepen the kiss. your body trembled as gwen's tongue pressed into your mouth. her hands reached out and drew you closer as she gently slipped past your playful resistance and explored your mouth.

her eyelids drifted shut as your tongue stroked hers. this was heaven for her, and your moans were like music to her ears. she ran her hand through your hair, her fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck as she continued to kiss you deeply and passionately. you could feel her other hand running slowly down your back, her fingertips gently trailing your spine. her kisses grew more frantic, her breathing becoming more rapid. all she wanted was you.

gwen felt your cool, plush thighs clamp around her leg as she slid it up between yours through the opening in your dress. her hands slid down your body, one moving past your legs and coming to rest on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze as she began to knead at your skin while the other put a firm hand on your hips. you winced at the sensation of her hand rubbing between your thighs as the opposite hand pushed you down onto her leg. in all the excitement, she had pushed herself closer, now grinding against you as she tried to find some sense of relief.

with the rain, the kiss became even sloppier. your mascara started to drip and streak, and you could feel it on your lashes. your and gwen's lipsticks ended up mixing and smearing up against each other as you were both kissing. gwen broke away from your mouth and started laying a trail of kisses down your jaw, leaving faint red lip prints in their wake. her red rose tinted lipstick was now much more faint and messy around her lips.

gwen lowered her mouth to your neck and began lightly sucking and nibbling. you almost went weak in the knees from the stimulating sensation caused by her lips leaving open mouth kisses on the surface of your skin that reached your collarbone and the curve of your breasts.

“(y/n)?” you heard a voice call.

shit, it was harry.

“(y/n), are you out here?” he called out once more.

gwen lifted herself off your neck and straightened herself as she glanced up at you with half-lidded eyes. peering from behind the wall that offered a semblance of concealment, you saw harry discovering the discarded corsage gwen had ripped off your wrist. he knelt down, his gaze fixated on it.

gwen's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. despite your scolding look, she leaned closer to you, undeterred by the risk of being overheard.

"he's going to hear us, gwen," you warned, aware of the potential consequences.

"so?" she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. "unless you care, because i don't. let him hear."

her audacity caught you off guard, your face flushing as she returned to your neck, this time biting down hard on your skin as you felt the blood rush to the concentrated spots. you were sure they were gonna bruise and turn purple later.

“gwen!” you gasped loud, quickly covering your mouth to muffle her name. she went on, and her unexpected senses caught you off guard.

you made every effort to make sure you weren't too loud for harry to hear, but it was difficult to keep your whines under control.

but gwen knew. when he heard mysterious noises, noticed your discarded corsage, and realized he hadn't seen her go back inside, gwen knew he was aware based on the way she noticed in the corner of her eye how his face twisted. he ultimately stood up and turned around as he headed back inside.

with a soft pop, gwen pulled away from your neck. she stared attentively at you as you were breathing heavily against the wall. it was a gaze that held the power to captivate, like a masterful musician surveying their latest composition. in that moment, you felt like a canvas, waiting to be explored and transformed by her artistic touch.

“perfect and beautiful,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long- not the makeout and hickey thing. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed it even if it moved a little fast but uh… the kiss part. i wanted to kiss you for a while to see how it felt.”

even though gwen was touching you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear with complete confidence, you grinned at how nervous she had become. wrapping your arms around yourself, you shivered slightly, the rain casting a chill upon you.

“you’re cold? hold on,” gwen's concern was immediate as she swiftly removed her leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “here, much better than getting hypothermia.”

you chuckled at her teasing as you felt her cheeks heat up. "thank you," you whispered, hugging her briefly.

she smiled down at you, admiring how you looked in her clothes. "no need to thank me. you look stunning in it," she complimented, a mischievous smirk gracing her lips.

as you emerged from your hiding place, she seized your hand.

“what do we do now?” you asked her.

gwen turned to you, a rebellious glint in her eye. “well, i’m over this prom thing,” she admitted as she pulled you closer, her hand releasing from yours to wrap her arm around your waist and hold you snugly against her side. “wanna get outta here?” she asked.

a smile played on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "yes, let's do it," you replied.

just as you both contemplate your next move, your phone vibrates, signaling a new message.

“don’t tell me it’s him,” she groaned as you nodded, confirming her suspicion.

she extended her hand, silently requesting your phone. "can i?" she asked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

handing her your phone, you watched as gwen opened the camera app and positioned it in front of both of you. "smile!" she declared, capturing the moment with a click. the picture was you smiling as gwen held you jaw gently, planting a kiss on your cheek.

with the photo now saved on your phone, gwen's mischievous side took over. she swiftly navigated through your messages until she found harry's name. grinning devilishly, she selected his contact and attached the newly taken photo.

"just gonna let him know you won’t be coming back," gwen remarked, her voice full of wicked delight. without hesitation, she composed a short message to accompany the photo, her fingers dancing across the screen.

harry : (y/n) where did you go? you missing out sent at 8:53

you : hey harry, it’s gwen. she’s a little busy right now.

you : me and (y/n) are kinda over this prom night so we decided to do our own thing so i promise you we won’t be missing much. hope you enjoy the photo tho!! sent at 9:00

"there you go," gwen told you as she giggled to herself. "let's see how he likes that."

‘it feels good to be petty’ she thought, handing your phone back. the sky stretched out above, an expanse of darkness that seemed to swallow the world below. it was a canvas painted in shades of ebony and indigo, adorned with the twinkling jewels of distant stars. the rain had dampened her hair, causing it to cling to her forehead in an alluring fashion.

“so, my place? i have food,” she suggests, a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.

you laughed at how casual it was. you two, ready to go to prom and dressed up, would now rather just go to her house and eat whatever leftovers she had to offer.

"wow, how fancy," you jested, your tone filled with playful sarcasm. "please, take me anywhere but here."

together, you left, leaving behind the glitz and glamor of prom and harry’s drama to finally have the night you and gwen deserved. as you stepped away from the whirlwind of glittering lights and laughter, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you in her presence. for just an instant, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. although you had fully anticipated having the most miserable prom and an even worst summer, you were now fully content. you had gwen, and that was all you could ask her.

she was just glad she could steal you back faster than he took you.

A/N: it’s finally here….😽😽

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miseria-fortes-viros · 6 months

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everything’s an AU. watch this. work besties AU. two hottest people at the high school reunion AU. unhinged news anchors AU. you’re teaching me how to play the guitar AU. hallmark christmas AU. my best friend’s dating your best friend AU. my dog has escaped about 17 times and you’re the exasperated animal shelter employee who has to call me every time someone brings him in AU. i’m piercing your eyebrow AU. i’m piercing your lip AU. i’m piercing your tongue AU. why do you keep coming to me for this your other piercings haven’t even started healing yet AU. i work at the barbershop and you keep requesting me specifically AU. my friends and i suck at trivia but you’re the bartender and you’ve been sneaking us hints AU. we both know i know you’re famous but we’re pretending i don’t because you just want to feel normal and i might start freaking out AU. i desperately need a date to my ex’s wedding and you’re the only person i know that they don’t AU. i just got my wisdom teeth out and you’re the employee in the recovery room with me AU. you’re my best friend’s brother AU. you work at the apple orchard in peak fall season and you just witnessed my very loud and public breakup AU. my grandma keeps talking about her how nice and helpful her new neighbor in the apartment next door is and holy shit she’s not exaggerating AU. the possibilities are endless

#helenaposting #tropes #prompts #barbi.wip

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snowflakeanimelover · 1 year

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A Familiar Face

Literally so fun to write this. I think it’s so cute. Also a rushed ending so sorry about that. and possibly mitsuya being a little OOC sorryyyyy.

Summary: (Y/N), being the quiet girl in class, never expected to meet the popular boy from school on her way home, in a…not so handsome way. And well, she didn’t expect to drag him home so she could care for his injuries either.

Relationship: Takashi Mitsuya x Female Reader

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Warnings: Fight aftermath, blood, bruises, slight scarring, hurt/comfort, care, fluff :), injury care

Random Prompt used: She barely recognized him for the bruises when he lifted his head.

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It was bad. She could hear it. Just around the corner, hidden in an alleyway, is a middle school fight she knew she shouldn’t be involved in. But when she peaked around the corner, she saw a familiar face she couldn’t miss.

Now, (Y/N) has never been through a situation like this before. So, of course, she backed away so the big high schoolers wouldn’t see her. And, to her dismay, her heart was set on helping the poor guy.

“I’d never forgive myself if I just walked by…” (Y/N) whispered to herself, flinching at every pained grunt her classmate made from the alleyway. Somehow, the sounds of punches and kicking, high school boys laughing maniacally, and the victim crying out in pain are the only sounds to be heard on the street. Was no one else hearing this? She could see adults walking on the other side of the street, minding their own business.

(Y/N) was taught not to mettle into others' business. But somehow, this situation didn’t call for that particular rule. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) cups her hands around her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Police! They’re over here! Beating on some kid!”

The high school boys poke their heads out one by one, cursing at such a false predicament. Not that they knew it was false news. (Y/N) pushed herself against the wall as close as she could, trying to avoid catching their eyesight. Luckily, the boys ran away in fear, leaving the victim left on the dirty alleyway ground.

(Y/N) ran up to the alleyway, checking on the boy who lay beaten on the ground, but her eyes glanced back up at the retreating boys. “Holy shit…they actually believed it?”

Shaking her head, she jogs up to her classmate, softly calling out to see if he is still alive. She could see the blood soaking through his white school uniform; the black outer layer was thrown somewhere further down the alleyway.

“H-Hey…Mitsuya…? Please tell me you’re awake.” She was too scared to touch him, thinking it’d hurt him somehow.

Surprisingly, she barely recognized him for the bruises when he lifted his head. She gasped in horror at the purple, blue, and green splotches of color covering his face. It was so swollen she could feel her own face aching just by looking at him.

“It's…you…” He mumbles out.

“I-I’m so sorry, but we need to get you up, okay?” She had to admit, being so close to him was like a dream come true. She had always dreamed of talking to him again since she last spoke to him at the beginning of the year with a school project. Every girl in school loved his caring personality and the joy of creating clothes and other craft materials. From what she was told, he was so easy to talk to.

(Y/N) was the quiet girl in class. When she wanted to talk to someone, it was very difficult for her to fulfill that task, much less to a boy. She would get nervous and feel embarrassed that she’d say something wrong. Now that she’s thinking about it, she’s starting to feel that embarrassment in her system from her struggle to pick him up.

Finally, after a few long minutes, she gets him as comfortable as he can be against her side, holding him up by holding his waist with one arm and holding his arm on her shoulders with the other. With a tired grunt, (Y/N) makes her way down the street.

He’s so close! She couldn’t help but blush at him being so close to her, not that he wanted to. Shaking her head, (Y/N) focuses back on the problem at hand.

“I hope it’s okay, but my house is just down the block. I can clean your wounds there,” she says softly.

The silver-haired boy nods slowly. “You’re…(Y/N), right? Why did you,” a painful cough from his injured body interrupts his words, “...help me?” He finishes.

(Y/N) paused for a second, thinking about this whole situation. Why was she helping him? “I told myself earlier that I'd never forgive myself if I just walked by, leaving you be. I mean…you could have died.”

Thinking back to his words, something catches her attention, “Wait…you remember me?”

A small crooked smile graces his lips, “I’m pretty good at remembering faces. You always sit in the corner of the class, alone.”

She chuckles nervously, “H-how embarrassing…”

Soon, the duo makes it to her home, and she carefully sets him on the sofa. She set his uniform jacket on the edge, close to him, so that he wouldn’t forget it. (Y/N) quickly got to work by grabbing the first aid and sitting close to him to reach the cuts on his face.

Your beautiful face is all messed up… she says silently to herself.

“You think I have a beautiful face?”

(Y/N) froze, seeing that she didn’t say it silently like she thought she did. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t-” She immediately looks away, pulling the alcohol-soaked cotton swab away from his face.

He chuckles a little, coughing a bit from the pain. “It’s okay…it sounds nice.”

Returning to her first aid, she wonders, “Why were they…hurting you? If you don’t mind me asking…”

Takashi took his time thinking about the answer, humming in thought. “I’m in a gang. Those guys were from another gang that hates my gang.”

“Oh…I wouldn’t have guessed you were in a gang. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She hears his angelic laugh once more, making her smile. “Don’t worry about it. Our gang is well known.”

Once she was finished, she cleaned up her small station of injury cleaning products. “Alright, I’m done. You look a lot better.”

“Do I have my beautiful face back?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, Takashi joining in. “Yes, it’s back.”

Takashi carefully stands up, putting his jacket on with the help of (Y/N). “(Y/N),” he calls her name, surprising her a bit, “Thank you…for helping me.”

She nervously holds the door open, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, “O-of course! Um…if you need anything…I’ll be happy to help.”

He smiles at her, gently patting her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

(Y/N) has never felt such excitement with words. He was going to see her tomorrow? She held back her screech of happiness when she shut the door. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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number1rizgukgakstan · 15 days

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FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

"Re-ANKARNATE" Brennan Lee Mulligan the man that you are!!! Excellent pun

Fig Faeth and Gerard Neigh are my favorite animal companion duo ever <333

"Kristen Applebees might be class president in her senior year" crying laughing. Yeah the world is ending but isn't THAT the real thing to stress about??

So do we think that the Thistlesprings are watching the world end from their front porch? Or are they driving the fucking tank across the town to go fuck shit up? I hope they show up.

"This ship isn't actually flying by the way" insane.

"FABIAN DO YOU HAVE A PLACE YOU'RE HOPING TO LIVE?" GORGUG I LOVE YOU

they're putting the seacaster manor by the school's campus I'm crying. Fabian's mom IS going to kill him.

ASK FOR ALLIES! ASK FOR ALLIES! DO NOT BRING K2 BACK AT THE EXPENSE OF BETTER OPTIONS NOOOO

KRISTEN NOOOOOO KRISTEN I GET IT YOU HAVE BIG SISTER HEART BUT I'M CRYING.

ARE THEY ALL MOVING INTO SEACASTER MANOR??? SCREAMING.

Zac Oyama's comedic genius is insane. This man is so fucking brilliant give him a season as a DM

"zelgug fans are finally recovering- WHAT'S THAT? IT'S GORGUG AND UNIT WITH A STEEL CHAIR?????"

"107 degrees farehenheit" average summer temps tbh.

MAZEY! MAZEY! MAZEY! The fact that she's taking everything in stride is brilliant. She's definitely an honorary bad kid now

Ragh + Jawbone flying is a great picture. They're so cool.

I love their strategizing. They're right- Oisin first because wizard's are excellent at crowd control. But Mary Anne needs to go down or be persuaded to not fight ASAP because a powerful barbarian can do massive damage. Gorgug is one example of that- if Mary Anne is allowed to fuck around as much as she wants she'd wipe them out.

Ruben is a lesser threat, as even a high level bard isn't the strongest fighter on the field, but his spell list matters because shit like Irresistible Dance and the higher level buff spells can turn a fight very quickly. Ivy as a Gloomstalker is a problem, but if they can get her to burn her abilities quickly she might be easier to manage. If Buddy's still a Life cleric, he's easier to deal with, but if he switched subclasses upon raging out, a War cleric in particular is a HUGE problem. Offensive clerics are stupid busted.

Honestly is the Ratgrinder's are ACTUALLY level 20, they're going to need a miracle on their side, because level 20 pcs have insane hp and damage outputs, and some of their class skills are busted. Rogue's 'stroke of luck' alone is fucking scary. Not to mention that KLCK might have Elusive if she's level 17, which means RIZ CANT GET SNEAK ATTACKS OFF ON HER. This is INSANE.

ICE FEAST IS REAL!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! 1 level of exhaustion and 1d12 ice damage is insane but the benefits are CRAZY. Holy shit why the FUCK did Kristen never used this before

'Only 1 person needs to be exhausted' and it should be Fabian, actually, because if they only have 1 person on counterspell Jace and Oisin are going to fuck them over so hard.

K2 WITH THE UNION JACK IS ABSURD.

"Fuck it I'm playing the pipes" the most hilarious bit ever especially when they immediately stop being able to fight with the party as soon as he stops concentrating on playing them. 10/10 gag gift

SQUEEM SHOWS UP FOR THE FINAL BATTLE???? HUH??? SQUEEM SHOWS UP??? INSANE ENERGY

Ruben: "why are you so yoked"

Gorgug, in the deepest voice imaginable: "I'm a wizard"

You know what? PEAK Bad Kids energy tonight. We're winning.

"Loser says what" GORGUG IS FUCKING GOING OFF TONIGHT. THE FACT THAT PORTER FELL FOR THAT IS WILD

No one recognizing Fig is so funny. Wanda Childa, the secret seventh Bad Kid

I never noticed Riz has a 6 in strength- no wonder he had to have people load canons for him. Absurd.

PORTER HAD TO BURN A LEGENDARY RESISTANCE??? BEAUTIFUL.

RUBEN's COUNTERSPELL BEING ROBBED BECAUSE OF SLOW IS THE BEST FUCKING MOVE EVER. That takes them down to 2 counterspells a turn, assuming Jace and Oisin both have it prepared, since its a reaction. The ability to prevent multiattacks, slow spells, and force them to use either an action or a bonus action

IVY'S TARGETING HIS FUCKING DOG??? :( EVIL!

Oisin is getting his ass beat by Fig and the Vultures and I love it. Fucking GET THAT BITCH!

"That bitch in the back? I'm gonna skin her alive. She said she was going to do it to Maisey, so I'm gonna do it to her" THATS THAT SEACASTER BLOOD IN HIM!!! Bill would be so proud.

26 AC is wild. Fucking- this battle is going to go so hard I can't wait.

If Ivy dies in 1 turn I'm going to laugh so hard. Most cringefail ranger ever. I love her and hope she gets to come back Aelwyn style.

HOLY SHIT HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO USE THE ACTION SURGE ATTACKS. HOW LOW WAS IVY????????

"I'm Going to Lose My Virginity to That Girl" FABIAN ARAMAIS SEACASTER, THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.

DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD???? WHY DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD????? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE???

Kristen leaping under the disintegrating gym is such a beautiful idea and I need to see fanart immediately.

God, Porter's such an intimidating villain. That's some scary ass shit.

I forgot how fucking powerful Psychic Scream is. Bards get insane shit.

NOOOO THE HANGMAN :(

The party has been doing so well in combat it was bound to take a bad turn at some point

"YOU SUCK AT PVP! YOU SUCK AT PVP!" That was Murph possessing Riz for a brief moment.

The fact that they all have low HP but level 9 spells is fascinating. That's not a natural curve to end up on. They must either have shitty con, or level 10 or so stats but access to higher abilities?

"You're a WASTE OF MY TIME" OUCH. OW! OUCH! GET HIM FIG! That whole speech at Ruben fucking HURTS she got his ass good holy shit.

"BUDDY, BAKARATH IS! NOT! REAL!" I love all of them actually.

They all got clustered together because of Riz's slow and now Adaine is casting SYNAPTIC STATIC??? holy shit. This was the most brutal set-up ever.

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT HOW OP SYNAPTIC STATIC IS. GET FUCKED JACE!!!

HOW the FUCK IS JACE CONCENTRATING ON 4 FUCKING SPELLS??? I WANT WHAT HE HAS

This battle is, again, super fucking scary. They're clearly fighting for their lives right now and they just do not have the numbers or the spell slots. I have to have faith BleeM wouldn't give them a fight they didn't have the resources to win,,,, but oh god is it a nail-biter.

Maybe if we're lucky, Arthur Aguefort will come in with the steel chair? Come on man come back and DO YOUR JOB

FABIAN DROPS???

Jace splitting into multiple versions of himself makes this fight brutal. They just don't have the manpower to fight this many spellcasters.

Kristen should have picked allies </3 it makes sense to pick K2 but god yeah

Gorgug's clutch NAT 20s coming back!

OISIN + IVY are both defeated, meaning that they've gone 2 for 2 so far on main party deaths.

"Make sure to cut his head off so he can't be revivified" CANONICALLY SAID BY RIZ??? THIS IS HIS MOMENT.

Holy shit, Gorgug manhandling Porter is maybe the coolest fucking move ever. Gorgug is the world's GREATEST WIZARD!

OISIN DIDN'T EVEN GET A TURN??? LMAO GET WRECKED DRAGON BOY!

What they need is some kind of powerful magic of their own, but none of them have high level spells left. It sucks ass but they're going to get through it cause these are the BAD KIDS!!!

RIZ IS IMMUNE TO FIRE???? OH MY GOD. LAVA SWIMMING TIME!

Brennan not taking into account what full fire damage immunity would do is maybe the funniest bit of this episode. He's essentially given them free range to play lava shenanigans with his battlefield. He has essentially built a battlefield where ONLY HIS VILLAINS have to worry about the hazards.

The army of spellcasters being unable to counterspell because the Bad Kids are being tactical wizards is so fucking sick. I hope Jace and Reuben feel as useless as they fucking are.

"all the jace's waste their reactions' PEAK CLOWNERY!

NOOOO GORGUG WENT DOWN :[

"What's my name?" The SASS! I love Adaine so much

Mary-Anne is my favorite character forever and ever. "Jace, I don't feel well" GIRL ME TOO!

"I counterspell his counterspell" WIZARD BATTLESSSSSS!!!! AND SHE CRITTED THE SAVE FOR FLESH TO STONE??? HELL YEAH!

"STUPID IDIOT! HAVE WE EVER HAD A CONVERSATION?" THEY ARE BEATING HIS ASS!

THE RAGE TOKEN MECHANIC WAS FOR THE FINAL BATTLE??? HOLY SHIT THEY LUCKED OUT!

"No one wants to engage with the temptation of my sort of philosophy- You're juicing and we can all see it" DEVASTATING. Porter keeps taking hits that would kill me instantly

There's only ten minutes left in the episode right now so I have to ask- how did they cut this? What cliffhanger am I going to be left on? Should i be fearful? I'm gonna be fearful.

Riz's mindgames are so fucking brilliant. This man is just as much as a Mastermind as KLCK, he just has better motivations. (They're real

The music kicked up? What the fuck is this music? Hm? Hm? Is this a good sign or a bad sign? Whatever it is, I'm fucking with it.

FIG SURVIVING BY THE SKIN OF HER FUCKING TEETH! SHE IS THE CHOSEN ONE BITCHES!!!!!!

"YOU DON'T KNOW HER LIKE I DO!" FUCK YEAH!

That moment with Ankarna was seriously sweet. They are the best friends forever to me.

NOOO MARY-ANN'S STRAWBERRY D: BRENNAN THAT WAS THE CRUELEST THING YOU COULD HAVE DONE.

BUDDY LOST CONCENTRATION!!!!!! HELL YEAH!!

Fig is THE plan-slayer. The bit-defeater! THE SCHEME-FOILER!

RUBEN FUCKING DIED! FIG FUCKING MURDERED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM? HOLY SHIT???? SHE SENT HIS ASS TO THE BLACK PIT!

THE OUTFITS IN THE PREVIEW ARE BRILLIANT AND I LOVE THEM!!!

ARTHUR SHOWING UP AT THE LAST SECOND IS BRILLIANT!

I'm SO EXCITED FOR THE LAST EPISODE!!! :D

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy liveblog #fhjy #d20 spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 finale

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topguncortez · 2 years

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The Professor | Chapter 6

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synopsis: Dinner with Jake's mother has a few more unexpected guests. You mistake a moment of passion and Jake sets you straight.

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warnings: age gap, power imbalance, SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of parental death, mentions of a house fire, mentions of blackmail, Jake's sisters are bitches

“Let me get this straight. . . you are actually fucking our professor, Derek knows about it and threatened to expose you and Professor Seresin just invited you to dinner. . . with his mother?” Lucy asked you.

“Yep.”

“I need another bottle of wine,” Lucy sighed and finished off the last bit in her glass. It was a wednesday night tradition of watching the previous two days worth of the Bachelor and drinking wine. You had to tell her about everything that was happening. Your mind was going to explode if you didn’t, and it felt like a weight off your shoulder in a way.

“Bring in the chardonnay!”

“How did Derek even find out?” Lucy asked, coming back to sit beside you on the couch, with said wine bottle in her hand and the plate of cookies that had been cooling on the stove.

“Saw us making out in Jake’s office. Peaked through the blind like a creep,” You shivered and Lucy laughed.

“Have you told. . . Jake?” Lucy wiggled her eyebrows, and you shook your head, “Why not? Y/N, you should tell him so he can protect himself too. I mean Derek is kinda right. . . Professor Seresin can lose his whole career over this.”

“I know!” You sighed and flopped down on the couch, “It’s just, how do I even bring it up? And when? It’s not like we exactly talk about these sorts of things.”

“Tell me,” Lucy set her wine glass down on the coffee table, and turned to face you completely, “Do you like him?”

You sucked in a breath. Before it was easy to say that you didn’t. That you hated Professor Jake Seresin and all you wanted to do was get through his dreadful class and take whatever grade you could scrape by with. But over the past weeks and getting to know what was the other part of Professor Seresin, things had begun to complicate. You had realized that Professor Seresin and Jake were two separate entities. Professor Seresin, you hated, but Jake, you liked.

“I don’t know,” You answered truthfully, “He’s different outside of the lectures. He really does care about his students, and takes his time reading all of our papers and giving feedback. And he’s funny, he’s really fucking funny. And so damn smart, like it’s crazy the amount of literature he has stored in that mind of his. And he’s sweet, gosh, he can tell if I’m having a bad day or if something is off with one of his friends.”

“Are you sure you’re making the right choice? Sleeping with him?”

“It’s just sex,” You mumbled and took a sip of wine.

“People having “just sex” don’t invite you to meet their mothers for dinner,” Lucy pointed out and you sighed, running a hand down your face, “But! If you’re happy, and safe! There better not be little blonde literary geniuses popping out in nine months.”

“IUD,” You nodded, “Tested and perfected.”

“Damn dude, you’re letting him hit it raw.”

“LUCILLE!” You threw a pillow at her.

Lucy laughed and tossed the pillow back at you. She grabbed her wine glass and took a sip of the dark liquid, “Like I was saying, if you’re happy, and safe, then more power to ya. Get that dick, girl!”

“Preach to that,” You said and clinked your glass against hers. The two of you settled into silence for a moment, watching as the bachelor was finishing up his date with one of the contestants when it hit you, “Holy shit! . . . I’m having dinner with his mother.”

You really didn’t know the first thing about meeting the parents. You’ve met past boyfriends parents, but that was back in high school. Coming from a small school, in a small community, you had grown up with the boys that you had dated, and their parents already knew you. Derek had introduced you to his parents during parents weekend last fall, and you were three sheets to the wind intoxicated and could hardly remember it. But this was different, you were meeting Mrs Olivia Montgomery-Seresin, wife of a Texas Senator. The mother of your professor who you were fucking.

Jake told you it was nothing too important, just that his mother was in town and while having coffee with her one morning, he had accidentally let it slip that he was seeing someone new. He wasn’t sure if he said it out of jealousy from the fact his mother brought up Allison, but it had happened and he had apologized to you profusely. He even went as far as sending you some money so you could go get a new outfit for tonight, which made you even more nervous.

Sitting in his driveway, you already felt out of place. There was a beautiful, pristine white cadillac sitting next to Jake’s range rover. You were suddenly very embarrassed about your Nissan Altima that you’ve had since your senior year of high school. You looked down at your phone and contemplated sending Jake a text telling him you weren’t feeling well.

“Don’t be a pussy, L/N,” You said to yourself and grabbed your purse before getting out of your car. Your black dress shoes clicked across the cement as you walked up to the door. Lucy had helped you pick out an outfit, hopefully something that would impress Mrs. Seresin. A simple pair of black dress pants, a white shirt with a pink blazer. You slick your hair back into a low ponytail, and decided to wear your mother’s diamond earrings. With the money that Jake had given you, you spent it on getting your nails done and buying a bottle of wine.

Jake opened the door before you even had a chance to knock and sighed in relief, “You’re here.”

“That I am,” You said, and Jake held the door open wider for you to walk in.

“You look nice,” Jake said and took your purse from your hand, hanging it up on the hooks by the wall, “I wonder what’s underneath this.” His breath fanned your neck as he stepped closer to you, and ran his hands down your arms. You tilted your neck to the side as he placed a soft kiss on your skin, “So fucking-”

“Jacob! Is that girl of yours here!” A female voice called out.

Jake groaned and closed his eyes, “Better not keep them waiting.”

“Them?” You asked and Jake took your hand, walking into the kitchen. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw not just one, but three women standing in Jake’s kitchen, around the island. Jake gave your hand a squeeze before walking back over to the stove.

“Are you going to introduce yourself?” A woman with long red hair asked you.

“Oh, I, uh-”

“Nance,” Jake scolded her lightly. He walked back over to you and put his hand on the small of your back, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my sister Nancy, my other sister Liz, and my mother, Olivia.”

“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think, Jacob,” Nancy said, and took a sip of her wine. Nancy looked almost exactly like their mother. Red hair, green eyes, fair skin. You could see a big diamond ring sitting on her perfectly manicured hands.

“What is that you do, Y/N?” Liz asked.

“Uh, I-”

“Stutter apparently,” Nancy joked.

You gulped, and Jake stiffened behind you, “I am a fourth year English major.”

“A college student?!” Liz exclaimed, “You were right, Nance, this is a rebound from Ally.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Olivia said, “You seem like a nice young lady, Y/N. You from around here?”

“Yes ma’am, I am actually,” You said and Olivia nodded, “Grew up twenty minutes away from Chestnut Hill.” Jake patted your back and walked over to the stove, leaving you to chat with his mother.

Olivia, surprisingly, was nice like Jake had described. She welcomed you somewhat better than Nancy and Liz had. The two Seresin girls kept staring you down, making comments about every little thing that you had said. Jake occasionally would look over at you, giving you a look to make sure you were okay. When Jake had finished cooking, you helped him set the table as his mother and sisters were sitting in the living room.

“I’m sorry about the ambush,” Jake said as he brought the pan of fish to the table, “And for not making something vegetarian. Plenty of vegetables though.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him, “Google didn’t tell me a whole lot about your sisters. What do they do?”

“Nothing, literally,” Jake laughed, “Nancy is married to some oil tycoon back home in Austin. And Liz is married to the CEO of Texas State Bank. They sit on their asses in their beautiful houses all day and cash in on their husbands paychecks,” Jake placed the last dish on the table and turned to face you, “They have nothing on you,” He gently lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips, “I think you deserve a little something extra for being good for me.”

“I think I do too,” You said, and kissed him again only to be interrupted by someone clearing their voice. You looked up to see Nancy standing in the doorway, “Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of silverware hitting the white plates was louder than you could’ve ever possibly imagined. There was no talking between anyone at the table, just the clinking of silverware and the occasional glass. Jake sat at the head of the table, and you sat on his left, his mother across from you and Nancy next to you, and Liz across from her.

“You don’t eat meat?” Nancy asked, looking at your plate of just vegetables, scratches and fruits.

“No,” Jake answered for you, “She’s a vegetarian.”

“By choice?” Olivia asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” You nodded, “My mother suffered from fertility issues due to PCOS, and when they were trying to get pregnant with me, my dad found out that an all plant based diet can help. And clearly, it did,” You smiled, “They kept with the vegetarian diet even after I was born, and well, I just kind of adopted it too.”

“Couldn't have made your own choice, I presume?” Nancy said.

“I could’ve, and I did, for a while,” You shot back, “When I moved in with my grandparents there was a bit of an adjustment time, and it was hard to maintain that plant based diet, but once I got to highschool, I picked it back up.”

“Moved in with your grandparents?” Nancy asked, “Why?”

“Nance. . . don’t,” Jake warned.

“No, it’s okay,” You said, and placed your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, “My parents died in a house fire when I was a teen. I moved in with my grandparents after that.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Olivia said, “That’s awful. Jake, you never told us that.”

“She doesn’t like to talk about it,” Jake looked over at you, “As you can imagine, it’s rather hard to speak about, but it makes her incredibly strong. The reason she pursued a degree in English was because of her mother. What was it that you said she used to read to you? The Tale of-”

“Desperoux,” You said, and were slightly shocked that Jake had remembered that from your entrance essay. There was something in Jake’s eyes, as he smiled at you. He lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it. You felt a sudden rush of warmth flood through your body. It wasn’t one of lust, no, this one was different. Something that you hadn’t felt in years.

Once dinner was cleaned up, and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the group had retired to the living room. You sat under Jake’s arm on the couch, as Nancy, Liz and Olivia sat around in the chairs, telling stories about their childhoods back in Texas. From what you had read and seen via the internet, the Seresin kids grew up on a large acreage in a small town called Mayfield, about thirty minutes outside of Austin. It was land that had been in the Seresin family for years, due to Great-Great Grandad Seresin striking it rich in the oil industry. The Seresins were the perfect picture of Old Money, each of them going to expensive private schools and marrying rich.

“And you should’ve seen the look on daddy’s face when the cops showed up at the front door!” Olivia laughed as she told a story of the time that Jake and their other sister Amelia got in trouble for racing ATVs down the streets of town square, “Oh, Jacob was such a rebel!”

“Someone had to be,” Jake laughed, “The only boy in a family of four girls. Had to prove my masculinity.”

“So you have two other girls, Mrs. Seresin?” You asked.

She took a sip of her wine and nodded, “I do, but please, darling, call me Olivia,” You blushed but nodded. Jake squeezed your shoulder, “Amelia and Kathleen. Kathy is also a professor, but works at The University of Texas teaching statistics and Amelia is a doctor in Los Angeles.”

“Really? What does she specialize in?”

“Have you talked to Ally?” Nancy asked, cutting you off. You shrinked back into Jake’s side.

“I have not,” Jake answered, “The divorce is finalized. Why would I need to talk to her?”

“Just wondering if she knows about. . . this. . .” Nancy pointed between the two of you.

“I don’t think she really needs to know what I am doing with my life now that I am single, and divorced. Something that she so clearly couldn’t bother to do, seeing as she slept with the head of the biology department.”

“Is she still teaching at Boston?”

“No,” Jake said, coldy, “She’s not. The second I kicked her out, she packed her bags and flew back to Texas.”

“Oh that will be great,” Liz rolled her eyes, “Perfect for Dad’s image. You know he’s up for-”

“God! For once can we not talk about Dad and his stupid campaign,” Jake yelled. You felt him tense and gently started rubbing his thigh to get him to calm down. He settled back a little bit and released a sharp breath, “I know, he’s up for reelection, and I know the image of his son getting a divorce and dating someone younger, probably isn’t the best thing, but doesn't it matter that I am happy.” The room was quiet for a moment, before Jake stood up from the couch, “I think that’s enough family time for the night.”

You watched as he walked out of the living room, and ran up the stairs to his room. You flinched as you heard his bedroom door slam shut. You gave his family a shy smile, before standing up from your spot.

“I’m uh. . . going to check on him. It was nice meeting you all,” You said. Olivia smiled at you, and you followed the same path as Jake did. You didn’t bother knocking as you opened the door to his bedroom, seeing him pace around. The door was barely shut behind you, when Jake was pushing you against it. He kissed you roughly, his lips pressing against yours as he pinned you down with his hips. His lips went from yours, to your neck, his beard tickling you as he sucked harshly.

“W-wait!” You pushed him back gently, “Your mother and sisters are-”

“Don’t give a fuck. I need you,” He growled out. You pushed him back towards the bed, making him sit on the edge. He reached out to grab your hips, but you smacked his hands away, “Don’t fucking-”

“Shut up,” You demanded. He quirked an eyebrow at your sudden demanding demeanor. But he listened, and watched you with list blown eyes as you pushed your blazer off your shoulders, and pulled your white shirt over your body. Jake groaned at the sight of your full tits encased in a navy blue sheer lace bra. You slowly pulled your pants down your legs, revealing the matching panties underneath.

“Don’t tease me, baby, not tonight,” Jake moaned out, “Please baby girl.”

“Not little one?” You asked him.

“If you want me to treat you like a brat, I surely can,” Jake offered, “But I remember what I said, you deserve an award for your behavior. Now, let me give it to you.” You nodded and walked over to Jake.

You climbed in his lap, a leg on either side of his hips. His arms circled around your naked torso, and held you close. He pulled you into a tender kiss, causing a low buzz to settle at the base of your spine as you grind your hips into his. You took the opportunity to push his shoulders down on the bed, your lips never leaving his. Jake let out a soft grunt as you started to kiss your way down his neck, to the top of the sweater he wore. He got the hint and dragged the sweat up and over his body. You felt the ache between your stomach intensify at the sight of his chiseled body. You continued on your mission, and kissed down his torso, to the waistband of his trousers.

“I thought I was supposed to be rewarding you,” He quipped.

“You always reward me,” You winked, and undid his belt, “Now, let me reward you.”

Jake nodded and sat up as you went down to your knees, keeping eye contact with him as you pulled his pants and boxers down. His hard length sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You nearly drooled at the sight of his bright red tip, already leaking pre-cum.

“Already hard for me?” You teased, and grabbed the base of his cock in your hand.

“Always sweetheart,” Jake hissed as you licked a stripe from his balls to his tip, “You don’t know how hard it is to not bend you over in the middle of lecture. Why do you think I stand behind the podium so much now?” One of his hands made its way to your hair, guiding your movements as you took him in your mouth. They were gentle, letting you get used to the feel of him in your mouth. Jake was big, and you had difficulty fitting all of him in your mouth. You wrapped your hand around him, and moved in tandem with your mouth.

“All the way down,” Jake said and pushed your head until your nose was flush with his pubic bone. You couldn’t help but gag around him, “Good girl. Breathe through your nose.” You tried to listen to him but gagged again, and placed your hands on his thighs. He pulled you off of him by your hair and you sucked in a deep breath, “Fucking pathetic.” He growled. Jake moved you quickly, so you were on your back underneath him.

Jake didn’t even bother with foreplay, just spitting on your pussy, and spreading it with his cock, before pushing into you. You let out a small groan at the burning stretch, but you opened your legs wider to accept his hips pushing into yours. When he was balls deep, he waited a moment, feeling you flutter around him. Jake brought his hips back, and you expected a fast, brutal pace, instead it was slow as he penetrated you. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your fingers curled around his bicep for a moment, but then were gathered in one of his large hands and held above your head.

“Fuck,” Jake mumbled. His free hand grabbed your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip, so he could get even deeper. You cried out at the feeling of him being even deeper in you. You could feel the tip of his cock tapping at your cervix in painful pleasure.

“Not gonna last-” Your words were cut off by Jake leaning down to kiss you passionately. His hand that was holding your wrists, came down and grabbed your other legs, putting it over his hips. You got the hint, and locked your legs behind his back, bringing him as close to you as possible. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips sucking at your neck and collar bones. Your hands crawled at his back, surly leaving marks as his hips rolled into yours.

This is what he must have meant, you thought to yourself, the passion.

You had never felt pleasure like this before. Jake was skilled with his body, and was sending you over the edge of sure bliss. You felt your body being drugged further and further into the land of utter pleasure, and Jake could feel it too. He felt his body starting to tighten up, his balls feeling heavier, the growing fire in the pit of his stomach.

“Let go, baby,” Jake whispered in your ear, and you let out a wanton moan in response, “There you go. So good for me, so, so fucking good.”

“Oh fuck Jake,” Your legs shook, and ever coherent thought left your mind. You were totally at Jake’s mercy as he fucked himself through his own orgasm, his white seed coating your walls.

“I got you, baby, you’re okay,” Jake cooed, “Let go, let your body relax in pleasure.” His words were almost as if they were straight out of an erotica novel as he said them into your ear. You fought your mind from drifting over to the blissful post orgasm haze, but the feeling of Jake holding you tightly in his arms was enough to make you drift off.

The room was dark when you woke up. You were cold and looked down at your bare body against the white bedsheets. Sitting up, you clutched the sheets to your chest and looked around the bare room. You were still at Jake’s house, and in his bed, and naked. You smiled as you brushed your fingers over your still swollen lips. The ache between your thighs was a heavenly and painful reminder of the previous session of passion. You could say that you finally made love with someone.

You slide your panties up your legs and grab a random t-shirt from Jake’s dresser, sliding it over your body, before making your way down his stairs. You could see his frame sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He was sitting with your back to you, his arms draped over the back of the couch, and you quietly walked over to him. Jake had a glass of whiskey in one hand, as his green eyes watched the flames of the fire dance in front of him. He turned at the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I didn’t feel like-”

“Aren’t you leaving now?”

“What?”

“Why are you still here?” He asked, “You leave after sex. It’s the rule.”

“I don’t think what just happened was sex-”

“What did you think it was?”

You blushed and looked down at your feet, “Making love?” It came out as more of a question than you intended it to. You looked up at Jake, his face was stoic, before he broke out into a laugh.

“You think that was making love?” He laughed and you felt your heart break in your chest. Jake shook his head as he stood up from the couch, “God, you’re much more gullible than I thought.” He walked over to you and kissed the top of your head. You retracted from the feeling of his lips on your skin, “I’m taking a shower. Be gone when I get done.”

He slapped your ass and walked up the stairs, leaving you alone in the living room.

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streaminn · 11 months

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Wednesday realizing her budding romantic relationship with Enid is suddenly in jeopardy by two girls who are already upfront with their intentions is so funny though, like I can imagine her first thought being murder, this is no longer a love triangle this is the hunger games big prize being a wonderful and confident werewolf gf

Wednesday: (Threatening with a knife) get back, you savages! You had your chance!

Enid: Willa?????

Not that she would be so upfront and obvious about it, but I can IMAGINE Enid presenting her as her “roomie” and Wednesday just death glaring harder than she has done ever before, meanwhile Enid is just (understandably) lost and begging Yoko for help, and Yoko thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and there is already a betting pool on which shorty with an attitude will win

Listen, I think witnessing Enid be absolutely distraught for two years with two separate girls than she did with Ajax could be proof that Enid needs some love in her life

Like pheobe left Enid quiet when the second semester of junior year came in and she wouldn't say a damn thing abt her experience. The only proof that smth happened are those posts this pheobe did on Enid's phone and pictures that Enid would look at sometimes before she locked them away

Bc dammit, I feel so bad for the amount of whump I put her through so I'm letting her be chased and feel the love of someone that could've went so well

Unfortunately life don't work like that, soooo

Enid moves on, slowly then she meets Tara during the start of senior year and it's this whirlwind all over again. Except her ass got in the middle of a murder mystery that lasts for three to four days and Enid doesn't know if what she's truly feeling is romance or the high of nearly dying bonding them together

In the end, it doesn't matter and so they hug it out and Enid is thinking this might just be her love life, drifting from person to person and losing parts of herself to a what could've been

So when smth is could happen with Wenclair near the end of senior year, Enid is rightfully afraid because she doesn't want to lose wednesday. There's something terrifying about high-school ending and realizing that their friendship could end with it too

So when February rolls around with Wenclair still skirting along each other, the girls roll in and holy shit the way the gang were vibing in Jericho did not at all expect Enid to freeze

And yknow your chances are on the line because Enid isnt insecure. Okay that's a lie, she is a lil bit, but shes brave at times and it says something that when a girl with leather jacket walks in, Enid fucking dives behind yoko

Wednesday thinks it's a potential murder victim, maybe it's an old girl who bullied her loathed love

Except leather jacket goes "Enid!" with the biggest smile ever and is Enid looking shy!? The wolf is peaking out of Yoko's shoulder, giving a wave as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous grin

The werewolf hasn't blushed since junior year, who tf is this girl

"pheobe," Enid breathes and oh hell no, the way Wednesday went from fingering her knife to full on grasping it has the rest of the gang looking at her

Safe to say Enid ditches them and Wednesday is left sulking at the table, glaring daggers at the back of the werewolf because what in the nine circles of hell is this!?

Enid's distracted the whole weekend after that and like okay, Wednesday understands, Enid can have friends but she misses her roommate like a man missing his lung. Everything is damn unbearable without her and so it's a relief when Monday comes around because Enid is studious, surely there is-

There's a college student introduced to them in biology class, said to be staying there for a week to figure out more about outcasts

Nevermore, ever so accepting and willing to bridge a gap between normies and outcasts accepted the offer off a student staying for a bit, absolutely ecstatic at this chance

Alright, normally wednesday wouldn't care until Enid freezes once again in the corner of her eyes.

Something drops in the seers gut and a horrible festering feeling churns

Yoko is out, having skipped the lesson so there is one empty seat next to the werewolf. Wednesday has no good reason to stab the teacher for their convoluted plan because it was simply understandable to put the new outlier in an empty seat

(she might spike their drink in pettyness however)

So Wednesday watches with a tight jaw as this normie went and slipped her hand into Enid's so easily that it left the watcher green with envy

"enid," tara says and she's looking at her roommate like she's the reason she lives. It's disgusting because wednesday recognizes it like it's her own face

"told you we'd meet again," enid chirps and she looks delighted. "I didn't expect it to be like this tho!"

It's another one, Wednesday thinks and her pen snaps in half.

#Enid x phoebe #Enid x tara #Enid x wednesday #ortegaverse

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goosewithtwoos · 2 years

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UNHOLY

Pairing: Reader x Bob

Summary: I have never been to a strip club but here we go

“Holy shit.”

You had to be mistaken. Clearly you were seeing things. It was the fluorescence. Anything made more sense than the scene before you.

Across the room, in a booth with a few other gentleman, sat Bob. Your childhood best friend and wet dream since junior year.

You hadn’t seen him since graduation when he went off the Academy and lost touch over their Plebe Summer initiation. Sure, you sent him happy birthday texts and vice versa but you hadn’t actually seen the man in years.

You grabbed the closest girl to you and told her, “Keep the others away from that table. The one in the gray is mine.”

She gave you a sly grin, nodding silently and going over to find her next client.

You made your way over to their table, ignoring the other patrons calls and bills being pushed into your garter. Your sights were set.

When he saw you, he blanched. You hadn’t changed much since high school except for your confidence level going through the roof.

“Hello Bobby,” You purred, coming behind him and draping yourself over the back of his seat. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

His friends whistled lowly, eyeing you and Bob.

“You know this pretty little doll, Bob?” One of them says with a thick Southern accent.

Bob couldn’t respond. He simply nodded and pressed his palms into his thighs.

Oh that wouldn’t do.

You ran your hands down his arms, dragging your nails across the fabric of his jacket and watched as he shivered. You placed your hands over his, trying to pull them up.

“Come on, Bobby. If you don’t touch me, I’ll find someone who will.” You told him. Much to your dismay, he only balled his hands into fists and refused to let you pry them open.

You looked around the table. One gentleman was wearing a cowboy hat - the one with the accent - and the other had a thick mustache that looked absolutely horrific. Pornstaches should have been left in the 80’s.

The Southerner winked at you.

You knew you needed to get Bob out of his seat and away from these men before they always wanted something out of you. Of course, that was your job but right now all you cared about was the man you were currently pressing your chest against.

“Robert, if you don’t get up right now and touch me I am going to have one of your friends do it. Who would you rather touch me? Some random man who I don’t know, or yourself?”

That got him.

He pulled away, quickly getting out of the booth and turning to face you finally. He still left his hands at his sides but you were making progress.

“How much for 30 minutes?” His voice was shakey despite his best efforts to sound suave.

You grabbed his tie, wrapping it around your finger before pulling him close. “For you? Free.”

The two other men whooped for him as you dragged him to the backrooms. Walking him like a dog, you found the farthest and most secluded room possible and shoved him inside.

He fell back onto the pink cushion couch and looked around the room while you locked the door.

The walls and floor were Barbie pink with two floor length mirrors on your left and right. Everything in the room was some shade of pink which contrasted perfectly to your black lingerie.

“Good to see you, Bobby.” You said, crouching between his legs, spreading them ever so slightly so you could better fit.

He nodded, unable to find his voice. Your fingers danced up and down his inner thighs, stopping right before you got too close. He watched you intensely, trying to look at your face rather than your body on display but found himself drawn back to looking into the mirrors for a slight peak.

“If your uncomfortable, we can stop.” You tell him, sitting back on your heels to give him some space.

“No! I mean, no. It’s okay, I’m not uncomfortable. I mean, I’m a little nervous. It’s my first time here. I’m not uncomfortable though.” He stammered.

You smiled at him and nodded, raising to your feet. Typically, you would sit on your patrons lap with no question asked but you knew you’d have to take it a bit slower with Bob.

“Is it okay if I sit?” You motion towards him and he, bless him, tried to scoot towards the left side so you’d have space while sitting down.

You laughed slightly at simply how adorable he was and shook your head. “I meant can I sit on your lap?” You explained.

Bob turned a deep shade of pink. “Y-yeah that’s okay.”

You took your time strataling his waist. You were scared that if you moved too fast he’d run away. Slowly, you lowered yourself so that you were right above him but remained hovering ever so slightly.

His hand reached up and grabbed your waist, gently pulling you the rest of the way down. He couldn’t meet your eyes but his thumb had begun to run circles across your hip bone.

You situated yourself better, leaning back so you could see him and pressing your lower half forward a bit more. His face was still red but he was beginning to seem less tense.

“How was the Academy?” You needed to find something to loosen him up with.

“Good, yeah. It was good. I can’t say I want to do it again but it was good.” He looked up at you and you noticed how his eyes would flick between yours and your chest. You began to idly play with his tie as he continued. “I’m a WSO now - ah that’s a weapon system officer - I’m sorry I keep looking at your…”

You’d have to marry this man if he kept this up.

“I’d be offended if you weren’t.” You laughed, sitting up straighter for him. His eyes again were pulled down to your chest before looking up. “Bob, seriously, it’s okay to look. That’s why I’m dressed like this.”

He took his bottom lip between his teeth before openly staring at your body. They travelled down your chest, to your waist, and landed at your thighs. The way he looked at you made you feel sexier than ever.

“You like it?” You asked, teasingly tilting your head. Your eyes traced down his body, watching his chest heave with every breath.

“Yeah, I really do…” Came his response. “But I like you more than just your body!” His eyes immediately pulled back to yours, coming out of the daze you had put him under.

You threw your arms behind his neck, trapping him in. From this angle, you had to look down on him, giving you a sense of superiority. “I like you more than just your body too.” You tell him, pressing your hips down.

Both hands gripped your hips as he began to match you.

“You’re so pretty.” He moaned, becoming more confident in himself. “I can’t believe I have you like this.”

Dirty talk had never done it for you before. You couldn’t have cared less about what your clients moaned and whispered in your ears but this was different. This was Bob. You felt yourself slipping from the persona you put on while performing back into yourself.

“I can’t believe your here.” You whisper.

He whined as you speed up your movements, throwing his head back. You knew it was a bold move but you couldn’t help yourself from dipping down and pressing a quick kiss to his adam’s apple.

He cried out, squeezing your hips and his eyes shut. His hips bucked and you could feel him hardening through his trousers.

“Robert…” You whispered against his neck, feeling him tense beneath you. “How much for me to take you back to my place?”

You felt him swallow.

“For you? Free.”

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun smut #bob floyd #bob fucks #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader smut #tgm smut

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websterss · 2 years

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍' — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You’re out of time and Vecna’s about to strike, and in order to save you Steve has to sing your favorite song.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, fluff, mentions of dying, mentions of drowning

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,491

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Max, Steve, and Dustin had broken into Hawkins high on a mission to retrieve confidential student files from Ms. Kelly that would hopefully give them some sort of clue as to why Fred and Chrissy were targets. Max had stolen Ms. Kelly’s office keys and the three of them rushed over to the school. The three walked into her office, flashing their lights around the room.

“It’s like a mini watergate or something.” Dustin smiled, as he stepped further into the room observing the area. “Hawkins gate.”

“Wait a second didn’t those guys get caught?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

Max had pulled out the drawer and started searching for Chrissy’s files. Her fingers pushing files towards her to be able to view the next one. “Holy shit!”

“You found it?” Dustin perked up. Steve walked towards her first.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelly too.” Max pulled out his file to show them. Max turned her head back to the drawer, going to take out Chrissy’s file, when she noticed it. Y/n Y/L/N. Max felt a tingle in her spine as she pulled out your folder.

“Y/n?” Max had peaked under the stall door and saw you on the ground. “Oh my god, Y/n.” She pushed the door open and rushed to your side. You were curled up against the back wall, hugging your knees closer to you. “Y/n!” She shook you, but you wouldn’t budge. It was almost like you were in a trance.

“Max?” You gasped, coming back to. Tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, your nose-” Max gestured to her nostrils, then at you. You stared at her wide eyed then brought your sleeve up to wipe it. You were indeed having a nosebleed. You turned your head frowning. “You okay?”

You turned so she could see your eyes. You shook your head no as you began to cry harder.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Come on.” Max stood up and held her hand out to you. You stared at it for a second before taking her hand.

“What?” Steve frowned as she saw her expression change. Max swallowed as she pulled out your file. “Max, what is it?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

“Y/n?” Steve glanced down at his watch. It was five past ten. “She should be at home by now, why? What does this have to do with Y/n?” Steve felt a knot in his chest. His breathing became shallow, thinking the worst. “Max?”

“She was seeing Ms. Kelly too.”

Steve lowered his flashlight as all the color drained from his face. There was this unsettling feeling growing in his stomach.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

After having looked through all the files. They found out that you, Chrissy, and Fred, all experienced the same symptoms. Max did too, but she didn’t make her symptoms known. She had gone into a trance like state for a few minutes before she was startled back to reality. It was then decided that they had to go get you too. They couldn’t let you die. Steve could not let you die.

The next morning they found themselves at your house.

“No.” You stared bored at the quartet at your doorstep.

“No? What do you mean no?” Steve was this close to yanking out his hair. They had driven to the other side of town to get you and make sure you wouldn’t become Vecna’s next victim, and now you were being a stubborn head as per usual. “Did you not just hear- was I not clear enough?” He looked over his shoulder at Max, Lucas, and Dustin who shrugged.

“No.” You shrugged. “I’m not going with you because you supposedly assume that I’m gonna be the next victim! You know how much of an asshole you sound right now?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You. Could die!” Steve exclaimed.

“You. Are insane!” You got up close to his face and matched his yelling. Cupping the back of his head with his hands, Steve closed his eyes and kicked over a little gnome that was by the steps. He reopened them and looked at you and then over your shoulder. He could see the group of shoes taken off by the front and finally made up his mind.

“Okay, that’s it!” He rushed forward, brushing your shoulder in the midst and picked up your tennis shoes and what he hoped was your jacket. “I’m stealing your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N!” Steve informed them as he turned back around to face you.

“Steve is that you?” Your mother called out to him.

“Bye!”

“What are you doing?” You uncrossed your arms and straightened your back. Your eyes grew big as Steve nudged you past the door frame. He didn’t even wait for your mother’s response as he closed the door behind you.

“Put them on.” He ushered with his hand at your jacket and shoes. “Please!”

“No!”

“Y/n, I’m serious we don’t have time-” There was a hint of desperation to his tone.

“-I’m serious too. You expect me to believe any of what you just said? Right now, there’s a killer on the loose, Eddie Munson, and you think I’m in danger? You’re crazy if you think for one second that I’m-” Your sentence was cut short as you got hit from behind. Your eyes closed and you fell forward into Steve’s arms. Steve, Lucas, and Dustin gaped at Max as her right hand held up the gnome Steve had kicked in her grasp. She knocked you out.

“Max!” Dustin screeched as he looked at you then at the redhead.

“Max!″ Steve freaked.

“What? She wasn’t gonna come with us!”

“So you hit her!” Lucas exclaimed. Steve groaned as he tried his best to keep you upright.

“She’ll be fine…I hope.” Max grimaced. “She might have a slight concussion when she wakes up. Just ask for forgiveness later, we have to go!” Max walked past them and headed to the car.

“Seriously!” Steve looked over his shoulder, his mouth agape as he glanced at the redhead, then at Dustin. Steve adjusted your arms so that they were secured around his neck. “Henderson, Sinclair, help me, now!” Dustin and Lucas scrambled over and grabbed a hold of your feet.

They walked over to his car, where Max leaned against the backseat doors. “We could always stuff her in the trunk-”

“No!” The three of them didn’t even give that a second thought. They got the door open with Max’s help and with some difficulty, placed you in the back seat into a sitting position.

Once he made sure you were comfortable and buckled up. He knelt down beside you and ran his hand over the side of your face, caressing your skin gently. “You’ll thank me later, okay.” His heart sank at the possibility of you dying. He couldn’t bear to lose you. You meant everything to him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your temple. “Max put her shoes on for me, okay?”

“Yeah, I got her.” Max picked up the first shoe. Somehow managing to get your feet into your sneakers. She struggled, but successfully got them on you.

It didn’t take long until you woke up from your unconscious state. Steve whipped around in his seat when he heard you hiss.

“Look who’s awake!” Steve beamed, but grimaced as soon as your face scrunched from how loud he was being. “S-Sorry.”

“Why…do I have a headache?” You groaned. Your head was throbbing and your hand was looking a little funny. You blinked a few times before your vision finally settled.

“Oh! Max knocked you out with a garden gnome.” Dustin filled you in.

“Gnome?” You tilted your head, wiggled your toes, and grew confused because…your shoes were on your feet. “When did I put on my shoes?”

“That was Max’s doing too.” Steve grimaced.

You sighed as you sat up in your seat, and unbuckled yourself. “Where are we?” You catch sight of the sun basking through the window and the amount of green surrounding you. From afar you noticed the redhead who knocked you out.

“Cemetary. Max came to see her brother’s grave.” Dustin said.

“Oh…” Was all you could muster. You looked out the window welcoming the chirping of the birds, and the slight rustle of the trees.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing your counselor again?” And the silence was gone. You looked to the rear view mirror meeting Steve’s concerned eyes.

“How did you-”

“-We snuck into her office and found out that Chrissy and Fred were also seeing her. We saw your name on one of the files so we thought-” Dustin nodded.

“Thought I was next.” You muttered. If they found your file then that meant Steve knew. “Makes sense…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having nightmares again? You know I would’ve helped you through them.”

“What difference would it have made? They don’t go away!” You sighed in defeat. Your shoulders slumped and you closed your eyes trying to control your breathing.

“All the difference, Y/n. It would’ve made all the difference.”

“What could you have possibly done?”

“Anything!” Steve felt a throb in his chest. “I hate seeing you like this…”

“Yeah? Well I hate feeling like this Steve.” You whimpered. You shook your head. “I thought talking about it would have helped me but…I’m starting to physically see that day during school hours. It feels like I’m daydreaming, and each time I get pulled in it takes even longer to come out of it.”

“We tell each other these things!” Steve felt a pull at his heartstrings.

“I couldn’t…not this time.”

“You said that you got pulled back to that specific day?” Dustin asked.

“Yes! Why?” Your voice croaked as Steve caught onto what Dustin was implying before you had. He swiveled in his seat to face you. “What is it?”

“I think Vecna’s using your trauma against you to get you to cave in.” Dustin nodded.

“You think?”

“I’m sure!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Look if he is out to kill you, which I’m pretty sure about. You need to run the minute you see him.”

“Run where? I’m literally trapped in my own mind, Henderson!”

“Away, Y/n. Away! You run away and he won’t catch you.”

“Unbelievable!” You scoffed and opened the door to get out. Steve looked over at Dustin and hit him.

“What was that for?”

“You know why!” Steve pointed at him and got out of the car to find you pacing back forth on the dirt.

The way your fist clenched and your closed eyes tightened, Steve wasn’t blind to see that this Vecna problem was taking a toll on you…it was taking its toll on everyone.

“You okay?” Steve stuffed his hands in his jeans and rocked on his heels.

You stopped pacing and gave him a look. You scoffed at his question and crossed your arms over your chest. “No.” You answered truthfully. “I can’t sleep, I’m too afraid to let my mind wander, and I’m being taunted with the drowning of my babysitter…I am…far from okay, Steve.”

“We’re gonna figure this out.” He closed your proximity and let his hands caress over your arm and then interlaced his hands with yours. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you okay?” Steve titled his head. His head shifted the way your eyes moved, hoping you’d meet his gaze. When you finally did, you saw nothing but sincerity in his hazel eyes. You found peace in them, you found comfort and reassurance.

“Okay…” Your voice was small, but you trusted him enough with your life. Steve looked down at his watch, turning towards where Max was sitting in front of her brother’s grave. You knew how much of a toll his death had taken on her mentally. “How’s she holding up?”

“She lets on more than what she actually tells us. She’s tough though…I’m just hoping we can save her in time too.” Steve sighed. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and it was heavy.

“Too?”

“She won’t tell us anything, but I think she’s showing systems too. We stopped by her trailer early, and she came back to the car startled.“ He kept his gaze on the redhead. His concerns for the girl diverted his attention away from the way your then tightened grip on his hand…was now loose and barely lingering. If it hadn’t been for the way his fingers were slightly curled into yours, your hand would’ve fell to your side. “I hope Nancy and Robin find a solution to all of this because if we-” Steve had finally turned his attention back to you. His gaze fell down to your hands. He gripped your hand, but you didn’t do it back. “Y/n?” Steve felt a knot in his throat as he noticed your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Y/n?” Steve stepped closer gripping the sides of your shoulders, shaking them in haste. “Y/n…hey baby, wake up! Come on, don’t do this to me! Wake up!” He shook you, tapped your cheek lightly, anything in hopes of bringing you back to a conscious state. “Dustin! Lucas! We got a problem!” Steve looked back to call them over. “Max!” He shouted. “ She’s not waking…She’s…She’s not waking up!” Steve choked up. The second he took his eyes off you again, you started floating upwards, and your hands slipped out of each other’s grasp.

“Holy shit…holy shit!” Dustin screamed as your body started lifting itself off the ground. Lucas stood by him holding his hands over his head.

“No!” Steve tried planting his feet into the dirt, as he grabbed a hold of your foot, but the only thing he had managed to do was remove your shoe. He had been lifted off the ground until he let go and hit the ground. “Y/n!”

“Y/n, can you hear me?” Dustin cupped his hands over his mouth. His breath hitched as Steve gripped his sweater with his fist tightly.

“Call Nancy and Robin! Go get them! Call Nancy and Robin! Go!” Steve pushed him over to his car.

“Y/n wake up!” Steve pulled at his locks. He even attempted to jump and try and grab you, but it was no use.

Dustin frantically rushed to the car, and grabbed the walkie.

“Nancy, Robin, do you copy? This is a code red. I repeat a code red!” A second of silence was causing him to lose his shit. “Robin!” He yelled into the walkie.

Robin had answered after a few seconds making Dustin sigh in relief, but there was so much energy flowing through him right now. He ran back to Lucas, Max, and Steve. He gripped the lapels of Steve’s jacket and made him look directly at him.

“What’s her favorite song?”

“Favorite song? What does her favorite song have to do with-”

“-Robin said that music can reach parts of the brain that words can’t…i-it’s supposed to act as a lifeline back to reality.”

Steve was trying to process what he just said, but he was getting nowhere. “W-What?”

“Steve! What’s…her favorite…song?” Dustin asked frantically.

Steve looked up at your floating figure. He ran a hand through his hair. He remembered those late night drives and looked over his shoulder. He rushed over to the passenger side, fumbling through all the cassette tapes he had in his glove box. Pick one up, and read, was his method, but he couldn’t find the one tape he kept around for your sake. He didn’t have it. Because you took it.

“Another rom com?” Steve gave you a pointed look. “Can’t we watch something else? Besides, you picked one last time, it’s my turn.”

“Fine, but not a horror one please. I still have nightmares about Freddy Krueger that I’m starting to believe he’ll actually kill me in my dreams.” You shivered at the thought.

“Dork.” Steve snickered.

“I’m serious!“ You gaped at him. Slapping him on the arm. “I’m still running up the stairs to my room trying to beat the light.” You laughed at yourself.

“Okay, okay. No horror movies.” Steve smiled. “Any genre, specifics, we might like?” He said ‘we’ but he really meant you. He leaned back in his seat and tilted his head to flash those big beautiful eyes of his.

“Mmm, Tom cruise?” You grinned.

“What’d you want him for? I’m right here.” Steve gestured to himself.

“Yes, because Steve Harrington outweighs Tom Cruise any day.” You rolled your eyes.

“Got that right!” He exclaimed. He turned his wrist to check the time. “Okay, Robins working tonight but I’ll be in and out quickly. Any other movie?”

“Surprise me!” Your eyes crinkled at the corners. The corners of his lips lifted upwards flashing you that star stunning smile of his. He could feel a stirring in his stomach just from being blessed to have you look at him the way you were right now. He couldn’t help himself from leaning over and pecking your lips sweetly. You hummed, then let out a giggle as you pushed him out the door of his car. “We won’t have time to watch anything, if you keep this up.” You laughed as he went in for another peck.

“Not like we end up watching the movies anyway.” Steve shrugged, before extending his right arm on the seats and behind your head.

“Steve.” You gave him a pointed look.

“One more.” He hummed letting the kiss linger out. “Muah. Okay, be right back!” He pulled back leaving you to be the one to chase his kisses and got out of the car. The door slammed shut, as you sighed.

You looked after him, watching him enter the store. He said he’d be quick, but knowing Robin. She was going to stir up a conversation with your boyfriend.

You made yourself comfortable and started letting your eyes wander. You were aware of Steve’s esteemed collection of cassettes. CDs were starting to become a thing, but you preferred the tapes more. Some of the tapes he owned were merely for his own ears, you remembered when he got nervous when you found out he liked Bonnie Tyler, Whitney, and even Blondie. He thought you’d tease him about it for days, but you had done the opposite and praised his taste in music. The more variety the better right? You figured some of his other music was for show though since it included Billy Joel, The Smiths, Journey (of course he had Journey), The Police, Queen…

You continued to snoop through his glove box and froze when your eyes fell upon a tape you hadn’t seen before. You were sure because Steve constantly let you pick the music. You slowly reached for it and brought it closer for inspection. You turned the tape to read the name off its side.

“Hey, so I didn’t know which Tom Cruise movie to get you.” You jumped in your seat as Steve entered the car. He had three VHRs in his hands. He turned one around to show you the cover. “So I got you Risky Business, even though you’ve seen it like…a billion times. I also thought we could watch Just One of The Guys, it’s a comedy, and Robin recommended Back to The Future since you and I still have yet to see it.” He looked over his choices he picked, then over at you. “Y/n?”

“Huh?” Your eyes slowly moved towards him. “Oh! Yeah those are fine!” You brushed it off.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just lost in thought.”

“About what?”

“When did you get this?” You beamed at him turning the tape with the king of pop on the cover.

He was confused at first until his eyes fell on the cassette he purchased a while ago. It was meant to be a surprise.

“Oh…that! Um, surprise!”

“It is! You remembered!” You averted your eyes looking down at the rectangle in your hands.

“Course I remembered, you were so excited when you heard he was releasing his album. Plus your birthday is coming up soon and I was reminded of your favorite song cause that’s all you listen to when it’s on the radio. Plus I just got you that new walkman too, which was in need of its first cassette tape, so, happy earlier birthday!” He gestured to the tape. You leaned over and pecked his lips.

“So I can take it with me right?” You laughed.

“Yes, it’s yours. Use it!” He laughed. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“Well then, we can’t have that now can we.” You smirked and then opened the case. You inserted it into the radio and let the car be consumed with Michael Jackson’s heavenly voice.

“It’s not here!” He got out of the car and gripped his hair.

“What do you mean…it’s…not…here?!“ Dustin exclaimed.

“As in, Y/n took the tape home. It’s not…here! I don’t…have it!” He yelled as he kicked his door shut. “She’s gonna die!” He started to hyperventilate. “Oh my god, this can’t be happening— this can’t be happening!” If he had known that that very cassette tape was going to be the reason they were able to save your life…well then he wouldn’t have let you take it! Man, he was at odds with the universe, and he was tired of it.

“Sing it!” Max suggested.

“What?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“You know her favorite song right! So sing it!” Lucas said with urgency.

“You want to me to sing-“

“Your girlfriends ten feet off the ground right now! Sing the damn song!” Dustin gestured wildly to your floating figure.

Sing your favorite song? He could sing your favorite, not as greatly as you did, but he could do it. He genuinely believed he could. Sing your favorite song? Fine!

“You shitheads tell anyone about this, and I mean anyone! You’re dead! Kay? Dead!” He pointed his finger harshly at Lucas, Max and Dustin. They simply nodded and crossed their hearts. He looked up at you mentally preparing for what was about to happen. “If you die-” He pointed at you even if you couldn’t see him. He closed eyes and started tapping his foot to try and create the beat he needed. He started humming the tune he was quite familiar with, having heard you sing it an unhealthy amount of times.

He was not going to live this down. But he’d take down those shitheads if word of this got out. “I-It’s close to-”

“-Miiddnight.” You whipped your head around, and started shimmying your shoulders.

“Whaaat are you doing?” Steve raised his eyebrows as you started singing very off key might he add.

“Something evil’s luurrkin’ in the darrrkk.”

“W-What are you-” Steve eyes widened in fear as he looked at you with his mouth agape.

“Under the moooonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart!” You crept closer to him as he questioned your sanity. “You try to screeaamm, but terror takes the sound before you make it.” You pointed at him.

“Oh, my gawd.” Steve lifted his legs up to his body as you slammed your hands on the arms of your vanity chair. “So, this is really happening— Why are you like this?” He shook his head.

“You start to freeeeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes, you’re paralyzzzed!” You backed away, and began t-rexing your hands and arms left to right. “Cause it’s a thriller, thriller night, and no one’s gonna save you from the beast about to strike.” You pretend like you were slashing him. You then continued to march one way, then the other way.

“You are not normal.” He mouthed at you, circling his pointer finger to gesture your craziness.

“You knooww its thrilleeerr, thriller night. Your fighting for life inside a…killer…thriller…toniiight!” You resembled a screeching hawk. Steve thought you had finished only to be startled again as you t-rexed some more.

“You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination.”

“That’s not even the next verse.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Girl, but all the while, you hear a creature creepin’ up behind…you’re outta tiiime!”

“Oh. We’re still going, okay.” He nodded, he was laughing at this point at how ridiculous you were. But amused by your typical behavior. He could watch you dance like nobody was watching for hours.

He threw his head back when you started shimmying left and clapping your hands together over your head, you started doing it to the right when he joined you.

“Cuz it’s a thriller, thriller night!” You poured your heart out.

“There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes!” Steve moved his hips side to side doing a ‘no’ motion with his finger. “Thriller-”

“-Thriller night!”

“You’re fighting for your life inside a…killer…thriller…toniiight!” Dustin, Max, and Lucas sang the next line.

You let out a gasp. Your eyes readjusted and before you knew it, you were falling…cause gravity. You grunted as you hit the ground hard. Your knees gave out causing you to fall to your side. The rough surface of the dirt dug into your jacket’s sleeve. Your fall hadn’t been cushioned at all, but luckily there were no broken bones.

“Oh! Thank god!” Steve cried out. He ran over to you and wrapped his hand around you. You inhaled sharply, trying to avoid panicking. You gripped his arm tightly, needing to feel him closer. “Hey! Hi! I’m right here, okay? Right here. You’re okay now. We got you! You’re not going anywhere.”

“He had me…” Your voice cracked as tears started falling down your face. “I tried to run, but I couldn’t!” You sobbed.

“We weren’t gonna let him take you!” Steve reassured you. “Okay!” He pulled back to get you to meet his gaze. “I wouldn’t let him take you!”

“Thank you!” You closed your eyes shut tightly, your voice broke in a high pitch. You were grateful. So so grateful. You reflected a scared child, holding their loved one after being frightened by the smallest noise in their room. “Thank you!”

“Oh baby…” Steve pressed his lips to your head. Humming his response. He released a sigh he had been holding in. He closed his eyes and quietly whispered sweet things to you in hopes to help you calm down. He had to take a minute to just hold you in silence though. Your head fell against his chest as you breathed in and out slowly, trying to recollect yourself. You all had to recollect yourselves.

“Holy shit!” Dustin placed a hand over his forehead.

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