#im gonna put him on my new purse
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Got my friend and I matching keychains...
Yeah. We annoying. 💗
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IDK IF YOU STILL DO MY HERO ACADEMIA AS IM NEW- but I love your writing so
What about poly Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki x Fem!reader who’s nine months pregnant, due any day now. She’s about to go into labor but they’re not home due to a mission
Idk if I explained this well 💀
also I hope this is good enough I haven’t been on here in a while 😬 . Also I gave the baby a name and a gender if you want something else then you can feel free to change it. Also if anybody has anything they would like me to write please ask!
warnings: fem black reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, nothing bad though just enjoy.
SHOTO, IZUKU, AND KATSUKI. The top three most amazing and well known pro heros who were well loved by their fans had a little secret. They had a pretty little wife who was carrying one of their babies. Katsuki decided that he was going to be the one to get her pregnant first, the other two had no problem with that. After months of trying and no show she was finally pregnant and all four of them were so happy to finally have their first kid.
It’s been 9 months already and their precious baby girl has yet to leave her place within her mamas tummy.
Y/N rubbed her swollen belly as she did her rotations on her exercise ball. Katsuki’s mom was here helping her out with the little things that she needed. Mitsuki loved her from the moment Katsuki introduced them and now that she’s going to have a little grandchild she was even more happy with her future daughter in law.
"Y/N honey. The boys are calling again."Mitsuki said as she walked in from the kitchen to the living room rolling her eyes. “This is the fourth time they’ve called in the last hour.” Mitsuki chuckled.
"They're so worried that you're going to pop before they get back." Y/N grabbed the phone from, Mitsuki’s hand and put it up to her ear.
“Hello?” “Hey, baby. You doing okay?” Y/N rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. “Yes I’ve been okay since the last time you called.” She heard him chuckle. “Okay. You’re a little worked up. What happened? Sick of us calling?” Y/N giggled. “Nope, never. I can’t even miss or worry about you guys because you’re too busy calling all the time instead of focusing on your task that you three were sent to do.” Before Izuku could respond she heard the faint voice of someone talking to him. “Oi? Is that Curls?” Katsuki of course.
Y/N heard what sounded like the phone being snatched away from Izuku. “Oi, Curls! If you ever hand up in my face again we’re gonna have some problems when I get back home, you hear me?” Y/N chuckled. “Yes sir.” She heard the blonde kiss his teeth before handing the phone back to Izuku.
“Sorry, bout that. Anyways you’ve got some scolding to do to Katsuki anyways.” “Don’t you dare tell her about that!” She could tell Izuku rolled his eyes. “He was being careless today and almost lost his leg.” Katsuki grumbled. “ ‘Was not bein’ fuckin’ careless. ‘The hell was I s’posed to know he was gonna turn his leg in to a fuckin’ chain saw?!” Y/N pursed her lips. “Y’know if you two are done bickering we have matters to attend too.”
Shoto said out of nowhere. “That’s right. Well baby, look like we gotta go. We’ll see you next week, hopefully.” Katsuki butted in. “Yeah so tell the brat to avoid her eviction notices till then.” Y/N laughed. “I’m sure she heard you, Kat. I’ll see you boys next week. I love you.” “We love you more baby.” Then the phone clicked and the call was over.
Y/N sighed. She truly did miss them. Sure she enjoyed the company of her soon to be in laws, but she missed her boys. It was quiet and peaceful while they were away and she hated that. The bed was always cold and empty and she also hated that but it still smelled of them and she could at least appreciate that. So did the large shirt that she borrowed from Shoto’s side of the closet.
The boys had already been gone for two weeks and they’d be back home next week but it doesn’t feel like Blossom can wait any longer to be out in the world. Her eyes trailed over towards the belly cast that she had gotten done. The boys had decorated it all pretty and even drew a little family of four on it in Katsuki’s terrible excuse of a drawing. She’d never tell him that though because even if it was bad it’s still cute and still has meaning to it. She can still even feel their careful hands on her stomach.
Izuku’s hands are the most scarred and a little calloused but still firm and calming. Katsuki’s hands being the most calloused and somehow a bit sweaty from time to time. Sho’s hands were the softest but were always cold.
She missed the special treatment and massages they’d give her before they left. They were very caring and spoiling.
It’s been like this since they’ve found out that she was pregnant. They couldn’t be home for her, they had their moms take care of her. Then when they came home for the night, they’d be all over her because in their words, “you look so cute when you’re pregnant.”
She smiled softly at Mitsuki as she smelled the cooking of her favorite food. It’s getting later and later and there was a storm outside brewing. She didn’t want her poor boys caught outside in the rain.
"Y/N, Inko sent some more clothes for Blossom." Mitsuki smiled as she handed them to her. “Awe. We’re going to run out of space in her little closets.” Y/N held the shirt to her stomach. “Do you like it, B?” Y/N suddenly winced at a sharp pain in her stomach. “Okay, I’ll put it away.” But the pain kept coming. Mitsuki helped Y/N up carefully and at that very moment, her water broke.
Mitsuki immediately started to call phones. "Inko, Rei! It's happening! I need you here now! The babies coming!"
Mitsuki was rushing around the house to get the bags ready and extra clothes before helping her soon to be daughter in law towards the car.
Once they arrived after some time Mitsuki rushed in to get a nurse and she came back with a nurse who had a wheelchair ready and the both of them helped Y/N out of the car in to the chair and she was wheeled in and rushed towards the maternity floor. They put her in a room and went to go get things ready for her.
“Where the fuck are they going?!” Y/N whimpered out as one if her hands held her stomach while her other arm was draped across her face. Rei and Inko walked in. "They're going to get everything ready. More doctors and your epidural for your pain, Honey."Inko responded and Y/N hummed in pain.
“Did you call the boys?” Rei asked and Mitsuki nodded her head as she tried to get Y/N comfortable and situated. "Yes but they're not answering. I think they're too busy in what they're doing."
Rei let out a soft okay before looking at the clock on the wall. 12:03 AM it read. A nurse came back in and injected her with the medicine but it didn’t have time to do its job because right after the doctors came in and it was time for her baby girl to come out in to the world.
Everything went smoothly. (beside the three mothers having to stop Y/N from attacking the nurse. Twice. First time because if her giving her the epidural late and second because the bitch almost dropped her baby.) when Blossom was all cleaned up it was about. 2:19 when Y/N got to hold her baby and feed her.
She was so pretty. Her skin was a mix between Y/N and Katsuki and her hair was blonde and straight but Y/N was sure that her curls would come in soon. Last but not least her eyes her round and (e/c) just like her moms as she looked up at her through her blonde eyelashes. The three mothers huddled around Y/N to look at their granddaughter. "Awe. She's so pretty." Inko cooed softly. “I’ve got to get pictures.” Rei gushed and both her and Inko rushed to their purses to get their phone out while Mitsuki stayed by Y/N.
"Do you want me to get her so you can rest?" “Yes please, if you don’t mind.” Mitsuki took Blossom and soon after, Y/N was knocked out.
Izuku was the last person to get out of the bath for that morning. They’d been up since midnight going on a fake lead, practically wasting their time all night. Izuku grabbed what he thought was his phone but noticed that it was Katsuki’s. “Hey, Kachaan? You’ve got 10 missed calls from your mom.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he set down his freshly cooked spicy ramen.
He went to his call log and clicked on his mom’s name in face time. "Hello?" His mom’s face showed in the camera. “You called 10 times?” He said unamused. Thinking that it was just her being worried and paranoid again. "Well, I needed to tell you something." Katsuki hummed. “Kay?” The camera flipped around and Katsuki saw blonde hair then the phone fell to the floor as his mom let out an agitated ‘damn it’ before picking it up and a sleeping baby was shown.
“Is that?” "Yep." Inko cut off her son. “That’s Blossom guys!” The boys mouths dropped. Their daughter was so pretty just like her mommy. After that face time call that day the boys had to call off the mission to get home to their girls immediately.
Y/N was released from the hospital two days before they could come home so when they made it back they instantly without a second thought came straight home and they finally got to see their daughter. Blossoms little hair started to curl up a little so she most definitely started to look like Y/N.
Katsuki was the first to hold her and she was so small Katsuki feared that he might break her. Izuku and Shoto walked towards Katsuki, standing on either side of him as they looked down at their daughter. “She most definitely looks like a Blossom.” Shoto spoke softly as the little baby curiously looked at the three men.
Their moms smiled at them. "Congrats boys!" Mitsuki had tears in her eyes as little sniffles came out. "Oh my goodness. I'm finally a grandma! I'm never gonna get over this!" She cried into Inko’s shoulder and Inko patted her back comfortingly. “I wanna hold her next.” Izuku held his arms out and Katsuki carefully handed Blossom to him. Once he was secure in his arms, Katsuki turned towards Y/N.
He smiled softly and he walked over towards her giving her a kiss on her cheek. He watched the others coo over the little blonde haired baby.
“Thank you so much, baby.” Three months later, the world knew about their two girls after Izuku had posted a video of Blossom giggling away at Katsuki and Shoto making silly faces at her while Y/N just watched in the background with a big smile on her face. That video was the most brought up topic in their latest interviews and they didn’t mind at all telling the world about their girls.
this story belongs to @lolaxbunnyy !!
#anime x black!reader#anime#anime x you#black reader#x reader#todoroki x fem!reader#bakugou x black female reader#bakugou x female reader#todoroki x black!reader#izuku x black!reader#izuku x reader#todobakudeku x reader#pregnant reader#poly relationship
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Rafe meeting puppy!reader
The whole island is aware of your signature look. The little pout and the big doe eyes. It gets you whatever you want, whenever you want.
You walk around in your cute little outfit and little purse hanging over your shoulder as if you own the place. Rafe watches from a distance. He isn’t finna let some little spoiled brat wrap him around her finger. That was until he officially met you.
“Rafe cmon’ man. Just talk to her.” Topper begged.
“Im not talking to some stuck up bitch.” Rafe scoffed while taking a sip out of his drink. Looking away from Topper.
“Whatever man.” Topper said, walking away towards Sarah.
Rafe was curious about you. No matter how much he put on the act that he hated you he was actually intrigued. He wanted to know your trick. How all these people were suddenly so fucking obsessed with some new bitch.
He finished his drink and headed towards the beach away from all the loud music. Thats when he saw you. You were sitting on the sand. Dress covered in sand and hands on your face covering your eyes. You were crying. He was going to walk back until you called to him.
“Wait!” You yelled.
“Fuck. No.” He turned around quickly and started to speed walk away. You caught up quickly. Grabbing his hand and yanking it towards you.
“What the fuck-”
“Please stay with me.” You cut him off. And he noticed the way you looked. Cheeks flushed and eyes puffy. He groaned loudly throwing his head up and looked back down at you.
“What is it?” He scowled.
“I lost my ring…it was really important to me.”
“…oh” he said, mostly to himself. “I mean…I’m sorry? The fuck am I supposed to say I don’t know you-”
“Please just—just help me find it.” You said while looking up at him. Giving him those eyes. You pouted your lips slightly. And batted your eyelashes. At that very moment he understood. He understood what the fuck everyone was talking about.
The moon glistened in your pretty eyes and the lights from the party shined against your face. You looked ethereal.
what the fuck.
He stared at you for a while. Taking in the sight before he caught himself.
“Ahem. Whatever kid.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to some beach chairs. “Where were you when you lost it?” He spoke softly. Waiting for your response.
“I lost it here! In the sand.” You sobbed. The realization hitting you once again.
“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Calm down. We’re gonna find your little ring. Then you’re gonna leave me the fuck alone, alright?”
You nod quietly and you both began to look. He couldn’t help but continue to glance at you. The way your eyebrows scrunched up in worry was too cute. He actually felt sympathy for you. Which is rare.
He knew deep down that this wasn’t gonna be the last time you bothered him. And he was okay with that.
#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe fluff#fluff#fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x reader#outer banks#tumblr fyp#fypツ#fypシ
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happy 100 followers!! can i request 32 and 53 pls with jason grace?? ty xo
EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION
jason grace + i’m gonna marry you one day. + is that my hoodie?
content warning: nothing
authors note: ok i promise im working on all requests, i was just...in a writing slump oops
“y/n,” jason’s voice is muffled from the distance, “seriously, how long does it take for you to change into your pajamas?” he questions, exasperated.
chuckling at his question, you unlock and open the door, “hey,” you walk over towards your boyfriend who’s sitting on his bed, “who’s the one that takes hours to put on their armor?”
jason’s face contorts into an offended expression as he looks at you, “okay, babe, now that’s totally diff…” he trails off, his eyes narrowing as they zero in on your pajamas, “is that my hoodie?”
you let out a chuckle, “what?”
“is that the one that i’ve been looking for?” your boyfriend inquires, rising from his bed to inspect “your” hoodie. it looks an awful lot like his favorite one…
you cross your arms, preparing to defend your case, “you totally would’ve said no if i asked for it!” jason quirks a brow, “so i took matters into my own hands, and stole it.”
“i would’ve said no because the one you’re wearing is—or was—my last hoodie,” he replies, his shoulders slumped, “babe, i’m hoodie-less.”
sighing, a disappointed expression takes over, “now i’ve gotta find a new boyfriend who’s hoodie-full.”
jason laughs as he rolls his eyes at you, “well,” he grabs your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him, “when we get married, you won’t have to steal them anymore.”
your eyes widen ever so slightly that only someone inches away from your face could notice (jason). he wants to marry you? even after being with him for so long, he never fails to make you feel like you’re flying and floating on cloud-nine.
looking up, you notice that your boyfriend’s face seems to be completely unfazed. only he—jason grace—could talk about marrying you with such a straight face, “you do know that i’m gonna marry you one day, right?”
you purse your lips, a terrible attempt to hide your widening grin, “well,” letting out a breathy laugh, you reply, “now i do.”
#[🍵] emmy's 100 event#jason grace#jason grace x reader#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x you#jason grace fluff#jason grace fic#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus x y/n#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x y/n#pjo x reader#percy jackson imagine#pjo imagine#pjo hoo toa#pjo headcanon#pjo hcs
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Rainy Daze
Genre: Smut (Seungmin)
Summary: Seungmin drives you home on a rainy evening.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Pervert Seungmin, horny thoughts, masturbation, men whimpering/moaning
(unedited and written quickly as i’m super busy rn but this thought plagued my mind. i had originally wanted to write this for jisung because im obsessed with perv ji but realized i have nothing for seungmin so here we go)
“Shit shit shit!”
Seungmin looked up to see where that voice sounded from and saw you stressed out in your car. The engine wouldn’t start and it was pouring outside. You got out of your car and kicked the tire before looking up at the sky and remembering the rain that you had just walked through. Your hands shot up over your head as you opened the door to sit back in your car defeated. He stood there confused as to what he should do as he held his umbrella over his head. Seungmin and you worked together and he has always kind of had a thing for you. You had been very helpful to him when he first started working there and were always eager to lend a hand. On top of your good work ethic, you were also extremely sexy and he swears he's never seen anyone look so good in button downs and skirts. He knew it was ridiculous but he daydreamed about you all the time. Especially if he found you bent over to pick up something or saw you through your office window with your top shirt buttons undone and your hair down. You were his greatest fantasy. Before connecting his brain to his feet, he started walking towards your car. He honestly had no idea what he was gonna say, but he wanted to provide you with some sort of comfort or solution in your time of need. Once reaching your car, he knocked on the window and accidentally startled you. He put his hand up and mouthed a “sorry” before you lowered your window. Even drenched in rain, you were still so beautiful. The way your hair clung to your face and your eyelashes stuck together, created an entirely new beauty on you that he had never seen.
“I uh- I see you’re having some car troubles.”
You laughed pathetically and put your hands to your forehead in defeat.
“Well I knew this piece of junk would crap out on me one day. I just really hoped it wouldn’t be a day as soon as this one.”
Seungmin saw the stress in your face. He looked across the lot at his car, and the only solution he could think of blurted out of his mouth.
“I could drive you, you know? Maybe uh-um if you want me to I mean.”
You looked in the direction of Sungmin's car and back at Seungmin before smiling.
“I would really appreciate that. Let me just get my stuff real quick.”
Seungmin nodded and watched as you got your purse and other belongings out of the car. He found it odd when you folded up a sweater and held it close to your chest instead of putting it on.
“Don’t you want to wear that? You’re less likely to get as wet if you do.”
“It’s foolish of me to keep this dry isn’t it? It’s just that I really like this jacket and I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to wash it tonight and wear it tomorrow. I’d hate for it to smell like rain at work.”
You slowly got out of the car and Seungmin extended the umbrella to you. You tried to gently push it back towards him, but he insisted. You pushed it back one more time but this time inched your way closer to him so you could both be covered by the umbrella. He tensed up at how close you were. Your wet shirt allowed for your bra to show through it and he tried hard not to stare but he couldn't help but glance as the two of you walked to the car. Seungmin walked to your side first and opened the passenger door to let you in.
“Thank you.”
You lowered your head first and bent into the car to throw your belongings in the back. Seungmin held the umbrella above you as he stared at the way your back bent and the way your ass was sticking out the car so close to him. He didn’t dare move and had to hold back his lustful thoughts of you so he wouldn’t embarrass himself by popping a boner. Despite him being confident and brave in his head, he knew he was too shy to actually act on any of his thoughts or feelings. You slid into the car and he made his way to his side to get in and start the car. You put your address into his phone and he started on his way. You looked out the window at the rain falling. Usually you enjoy rain but this was absolutely not one of those moments.
“I really appreciate this, Seungmin. You're a lifesaver.”
He shook his head and looked over at you for a second.
“No it was just the right thing to do.”
You smiled and turned to look at Seungmin. His sleeves were rolled up and he was super focused on the road. He honestly looked kind of… pretty? His facial features were soft yet had a sharpness to him, huh you had never noticed that before.
The ride wasn”t filled with much chatter but you two made small talk about a lot of things. It was not awkward at all and you actually enjoyed the ride with him. Once you made it to your house you went to grab your stuff out the back seat and thanked Seungmin again.
“You’re the best. I swear.”
Seungmin realized that you now had no car and wondered how you were gonna make it to work tomorrow.
“Um, would you need me or maybe want me to drive you to work tomorrow? I’m not too far from here it wouldn't be too out of my way.”
“Oh my god I wasn’t even thinking about tomorrow. Again, you save my ass. Yes I’d appreciate that. I’ll put my number in your phone and buy you some gas to make up for it.”
You grabbed his phone as he insisted you didn’t owe him gas. You scoffed and stated that you would do it no matter how stubborn he was. You wanted to put a photo of you in your contact so you grabbed Seungmin and took a photo together. You didn’t like the photo as you were head on and you preferred your side profile.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He looked shocked at the sudden question and shook his head no.
“Good, wouldn't wanna upset her.”
You smiled before grabbing him again and pulling his face towards yours to plant a kiss on his cheek before snapping the photo.
He was frozen. What the hell just happened. His mind raced as he thought of what he would do if he was brave. He would have grabbed your face and kissed you. He would’ve thrown you over his lap and put his hands on your hips to roll them over his forming hard on. He would’ve kissed you so deeply you'd be gasping for air.
Meanwhile, you were pleased with the photo and gave him his phone back before casually hopping out of the car. The rain had calmed down but you still ran a little to your front door to avoid getting any more soaked. Once you unlocked your door you turned around and waved bye to Seungmin. He feigned a smile and waved back before pulling off.
Fuck.
He was so fucked right now. Seungmin was so lucky you didn’t look at him after you kissed him because he knows you would have seen the way his pants were straining against his dick right now. The softness of your lips was still faintly felt on his cheek and he didn’t dare touch it. He planned to jerk off to the photo of you two when he got home but as he pulled into his driveway Seungmin realized his roommate was home. Damn. He reclined his seat to lay all the way back and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down. As he took in his breath he smelled something familiar. He smelled you. He looked to the side to see your jacket was left behind, blending into the color of his seats. He grabbed it without thinking and held it to his nose. Your scent filled his head and he couldn’t help but moan.
“Fuck, she smells so good.”
Without registering what he was doing he slipped his hand down his torso and ran it over his clothed erection.
“Mm fuck~”
A whimper escaped him and led him to further his movements. Seungmin lifted his shirt and undid his belt buckle before reaching in to feel himself over his boxers. With another smell of your jacket that was almost covering his face, he stuck his hand fully into his boxers and embraced himself. His thoughts ran wild of you on his lap, kissing him and grinding down against his crotch.
“Ah that feels good.”
He would kiss down your neck and take in the scent of your hair and clothes while you moaned with your pretty voice. He would slowly slip off your shirt and kiss up and down your chest, loving every part of you with his lips and tongue. You would roll your hips above him just to feel him grow below you and then you’d beg him to fuck you. At least that’s what he imagined.
Seungmin placed the jacket on his face to free up one of his hands and lifted his hips to lower his pants, fully freeing himself to get sharper movements around his throbbing cock. The jacket slipped from his face where he had placed it and made it towards his chest. He knew this was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he had gone this far already. He placed the jacket over his dick and started using it to get himself off. The soft material and the fact that it was yours and had been on your body and in your room drove Seungmin absolutely mad. He started thrusting quickly upwards into the jacket that his hands kept wrapped tightly around his cock and squirmed as he did it. Soft whimpers of your name escaped him as he felt his climax approaching. A small fraction of Seungmin’s logical brain returned when he realized he couldn’t release on the jacket or you would know what he did so before he was finished he moved the jacket out of the way and came on his stomach instead. His breathing slowed as he came down and the rest of his logic returned to him.
He could not believe he just did that. He grabbed napkins out of his glove compartment to clean himself up. When pulling on his pants Seungmin realized that the jacket had a little stain on it. Oh fuck, that was his fault. He had to come up with a plan so he quickly did. He was going to pretend the jacket fell out of the car into a puddle when he opened the back door and that he washed it to return to you in the morning nice and clean. It was perfect and he would look kind instead of like the pervert he truly is. Seungmin collected his stuff, straightened himself up, and opened the door to step out of his car. He closed and locked the doors and made his way to his front door when all of a sudden he felt his shoe slip and he actually did fall into a puddle of water. Once the shock washed over him he could only say one thing to himself.
“Yeah, I deserve that.”
(im sorry im so inactive i just started a new job and it takes up all my time. i hope you at least got to enjoy this and i hope to be able to write again soon!)
#skz smut#stray kids smut#stray kids#stray kids fanfic#skz#kim seungmin smut#perv seungmin for the win#seungmin smut#seungmin#seungmin x jacket lol
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check out part one “anyone but you”!
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, PinV, fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, flirting and just absolute filth
six months after the amazing hook up in omaha, you were now in kansas occupying yet another dive’s stool.
you were flirting with some guy. don, daniel, darren? one of those names. “so what do you do for work darling?” he questioned as you crossed your legs “i’m a..” how do you explain to someone you’re a hunter “i work for a security company” you lied sipping your beer. ‘dean’s probably to drunk to notice anyway…no his name is…’ you trailed off thinking in your head about the events from that glorious night you did sleep with dean. ‘the dean’ your friends called him.
“well i need a security system installed, you up for it?” don flirted before his hand slid up your thigh. why was he so much like dean? moments prior to your reply, the bar’s door opened. you spun in the stool to see who was also looking for liquid courage and music.
dean and sam.
“speak of the devil” fell from your lips in a low tone “huh?” don asked as you spun back towards the liquor wall, your back now to the new comers of the bar, “hey it was nice meeting you dea- don, i meant don..i’m gonna go before i get any more buzzed” you smiled politely getting up and gathering your purse and jacket. “leaving so soon?” you heard from behind you.
turning on your heels to face the two men “sam..” you nodded towards him then released a sigh before looking over to the man you had slept with “..dean”. you weren’t going to bring up anything from the one night stand forever ago. “you look good…” dean started “better than you left me anyway” he shrugged with a smug grin as you scoffed at the pass he made at the hook up “considering, you left me at three in the morning”
did he have some smart ass reply for everything?
“yeah sorry about that, something came up” you stated putting on your jacket and purse “oh i bet” he nodded his tone sarcastic and a tight lipped smile on his face. jerk “so anyway, we’re going home, you want a ride…in my car i mean?” he asked winking at you.
then and there, you wanted him.
it was probably the stare the two of you shared.
“i can get a cab” you told feeling a humid and heavy breeze as you looked intensely at dean. he looks so..fuckable. you wanted badly to see what he could do with his fingers since seeing him tie different knots with rope.
little did you know he wanted just as badly as you did to show you how talented he was with his hands. well, his middle and ring finger to be exact. god, were you jealous of the silver ring that decorated his finger.
secretly wishing it was your va-
“you sure?” the hunter questioned with a smug look “im sorry if im overstepping just..don’t want my baby in the car with a stranger” was when dan got the hint and scurried off. dean laughed stepping closer to you, sam off doing research on their case “lets go talk in the car, it’s too loud in here” as if that bothered dean.
did you refuse? no. how could you?
11:58 pm
heavy breathing filled the impala along with grunts and moans. “damn it girl” dean growled slapping your ass as you recoiled up and down on his wide cock.
“ngh” you moaned at the feeling before dean ducked his head to your breast, sucking. that only made you draw him in closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. “keep going baby, thats right, grind it out” the man instructed snaking one hand down to rub your clit. “aah- wait, right there..fuck im gonna cum” you expressed for the second time this night.
“ride it right, pretty girl” he pleaded with a grin on his face as he slid himself out of you. you felt so empty “why’d you stop?” you question as he laid you down on the reclined seat of the car then began peppering kisses down your face all the way to your wet cunt.
he kissed it a few times before looking up at you with that same smug grin. that was before he stuck in his two fingers as his nose rubbed against your clit “mm” you whined arching your back and tangling your fingers in his hair.
dean then started licking and sucking your sensitive skin. “let me hear how pretty i make you feel” he demanded finger fucking you.
maybe dreams do come true.
“please dean..” you begged as he understood and increased his pace flicking his tongue faster. “shit” you cried out as his talents made your vagina throb.
“you’re doing so good baby, hold it” he praised before leaning down to rub his tongue against the little ball of nerves between your legs. “please, please dean i ca- i can’t” you begged as your thighs swallowed dean whole and you went into a squirting fit.
“ou fuckk” you moaned quivering whilst dean is pushing your legs open and laughing “atta girl” he grinned toying with your clit a bit more before seeing that your eyes went blurry as he stopped to kiss you.
maybe he was the man of your dreams.
@taylormarieee 💋
#spn#dean winchester#supernatural#dean x reader#dean x female!reader#dean x y/n#dean x you#dean winchester smut#dean winchester supernatural#dean#winchester#smut
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she can fight.
an abby anderson x reader
while out on an outing with your girlfriend, some vloggers decide to make you their next target. luckily your girlfriend can handle it.
wc: 792
contains: cursing sorry im a sailor. reader is described to have hair. those stupid vloggers youtubers whatever that go up to people and ask dumb ass questions. said bloggers hitting on you icky. abby being a sweet bodyguard girlfriend. me being obsessed with her.
a/n: i haven't been this obsessed with a white woman since my vi phase of early 2022 nobody look at me.
you had thought prior to this point that you were a moderately lucky person. you had a loving family and friends, a caring and incredibly attractive girlfriend, and if she and most other people on campus had any say, you were pretty fucking hot. so in short, life was pretty good. until today.
abby was the one to ask you to come with her today, telling you how she needed some new gear and clothes for sports and working out. you weren't gonna say no to spending some more time with your girlfriend, especially when she offered to buy you a new purse.
after a bit of shopping in the outdoor mall, you start to feel a bit hungry right as abby says she has to use the bathroom. you tell her that you're just going a minute's walk away to catch you both a quick bite to eat, the blonde reminding you of her favorite order and ruffling your hair before she walks away laughing at your pout.
so you're sitting at a table in the square, already indulging in your meal and sneaking a quick bite of abby's when you feel a quick tap on your shoulder. turning around, you're met with two boys, one further back with a camera that seems to be recording and another who seemed to be the tapping culprit who has his phone up to his mouth.
"hey, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" he asks, pointing the phone in your direction. you'd seen people like this on tiktok before, coming up to people in public and annoying them. normally you wouldn't be for it but you decided to indulge them since you were getting pretty bored waiting for abs.
"no problem, fire away."
at first, the questions are weird but simple. basic ones like "how many stars are on the flag?" and "what's the craziest thing you've done in the past year?". throughout the questions, you noticed your interviewer constantly and not at all subtly checking you out, and you weren't surprised he couldn't detect how you were steadily becoming more pissed off. after a particularly dumb question you put an end to it, telling the boy how you need to get back to your snacking.
right when you turn away to sit back down you feel a hand grip your arm, your face completely bewildered at the audacity of this man to touch you. he seems to notice your unease and lets up slightly before asking, "can we just ask one more question?"
frankly done with his bullshit but now wanting to piss him off and get yourself into trouble, you relent with a sigh through your nose and nod your head.
"can your boyfriend fight?"
it takes everything in you to hold back your laugh but you fail, a surprised giggle falling past your lips. the guy seems to take it as you giggling like he's being charming and it makes you laugh harder. you calm yourself down enough to answer when you feel a familiar presence behind you along with the scent of pine and you can't help but smirk.
"nope, but her girlfriend can."
the man's grip on your arm disappears so quickly you would have thought he had been burned and the scared look on his face is one you definitely won't be forgetting soon. abby's arm wraps around your waist as she tugs you against her body away from the vloggers, who are currently stumbling over themselves and apologizing to her for hitting on you.
"dont apologize to me, morons, apologize to her." she scoffs, already sick and tired of talking to these people who had the audacity to hit on her girl so rudely. the boys quickly do as she says, apologizing for bothering you before taking their leave to probably bother some other poor soul.
you turn in abby's arm, ready to laugh about the encounter when her other large hand cups your cheek and brings your lips to hers in a passionate kiss. its so quick you barely get to kiss her back before she pulls away, smiling down at your dazed face with that stupidly sweet but smug look on her face.
"you feelin' alright there, baby?"
you nod your head slowly which only goes to amuse her more, the girl grasping your hand in hers as she sits down at your previous little table and pulls you into her lap, ignoring your whines about pda as she asks you to feed her some of her fries since she can tell you ate some already.
the rest of the day was spent giggling and spending time with your sweet idiot-repellant girlfriend, so maybe your luck was turning for the better.
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if i don't meet an abby clone in college i will literally eat 800 apple seeds
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson#the last of us#the last of us 2#tlou#tlou2#the last of us x reader#abby anderson fluff
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lol imagine being the nurse that handles pavia after he got injured during a suspicious fight.
cw :: gn reader , pavia is annoying
when he wakes up, his first thought is “where the hell am i?” a fucking hospital? he doesnt need a hospital. hes fine, hes a grown ass man and he misses his wolves dogs.
but as soon as he tries to move, he groans at the sharp pain in his side. looks down to see a gunshot wound on his side and frowns. that wasnt there before.
hes pouting angrily as he sits in bed all day, his piercings had been taken off and were set aside just out of arms reach and he had a heart monitor attached to him which made him cringe a little. he wasnt even close to death. what was the point in that??
when you step in to check up on him though..
“let me out.” he demanded as you walked in. you blinked in surprise that he was already awake.
“..no?”
“let me out.” he repeated.
“no.”
you expected more of a fight from the man who had his arms crossed, but he just pursed his lips and looked you up and down.
he didnt say anything else until you came back later in the day, carrying a tray of shitty hospital food. he looked grossed out from the runny mashed potatoes and the suspicious soup and the cold bread roll.
“dont you have anything else?” he demanded sassily. if he couldnt move then he may as well make the most out of his little stay.
“nope~ you get what you get.” you said in an equally sassy tone as she were currently sweeping the floor.
he cocked a brow at your tone, before he smirked. cute.
whenever you came in from that day on, hed have something new to complain about. “do you have socks?” “can i have a snack?” “my legs are sore.” “im bored.” and youd always meet his demands. it was your job, but he called for you a lot. sometimes he just wanted to talk to you, he would tell you about the stuff he saw from the tall window. eventually, he asked you to tell him about your day. having nothing better to do, you did.
conversations with him were surprisingly fluid. he had his own thoughts to add and he always brought up something interesting when it was his turn to talk. you caught yourself laughing at his poorly timed jokes, and he was occasionally insensitive but in a comedic way. although you would always hold back because it was mighty unprofessional to get too friendly with a patient.
you were pleased that he was healing. he got better but the better he got, the more complaints hed have. maybe he realized that he was gonna be able to leave soon so he always talked about how the lights were too bright- oh no, he might have twisted his ankle— hes struggling to breathe but only his favorite nurse is allowed to give him cpr ! shuts up immediately when youre about to call in your male coworker to administer cpr on him.
when he leaves, hes pouty and moody. he snaps at the other nurses, insisting that hes fine on his own. he doesnt need their help, hes a grown ass man.
your job is pretty boring for the next two days. two.
because on the third day, a man comes in with a gunshot wound in the leg.
that man is him, in case you were wondering.
hed grin, his cologne easy to smell when you first caught a glimpse of him being dragged away to the emergency room.
when the bullet was removed and he was stitched up, you were in charge of putting the man into a gown. they had cut his clothes off to get to the bullet, and as you picked up his shirt, your hands caught on a measly rose stuffed into the front pocket. his shirt smelled like his cologne too, and your nose wrinkled as you didnt even need to be close to smell it.
“miss me?” hed ask with a cheeky grin when he awoke and you were dusting the room.
sowwie for disappearing heres your monthly food
#%write#grown ass man btw#pavia reverse 1999#pavia x reader#pavia reverse 1999 x reader#pavia#pavia x you#reverse 1999#r1999#r99 pavia#pavia fluff#reverse1999 x reader
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Come on fuck me emo boy/ Johnnie Guilbert x reader
18+
Pairing: Johnnie Guilbert x goth!virgin!reader
Summary: After a long time of thinking you decided your ready for Johnnie to take your v card but he also finds out some things he never knew about you
A/N: this is my first smut so please be gentle lmao and this is a request so thank you to the person who requested this hope you like it
Warnings: Smut, penetration, no protection, making out, hickies, piercings, Oral(F receiving), masturbation, hate comments, mentions of suicide,
As you stir awake you feel a pair of cold hands on your waist. You turn around greeted with a peck on the cheek from your boyfriend Johnnie.
“Morning the most beautiful person to walk this earth”
“Geez someone sappy this morning” you tease as you go to kiss him. He kisses back pulling you forward. You slip your tongue into his mouth as he lets out a little whimper. As it starts to get heated you hear a pounding at the door.
“HEY YOU TOO LOVEBIRDS BETTER NOT BE NAKED CAUSE IM COMING IN AND STEALING JOHNNIE” Jake yells from outside.
“Hey get your own boyfriend Jake” I holler back at him. I hear Johnnie laughing as me and Jake argue over who gets Johnnie. Finally Jake barges in
“Johnnie Guilbert we have a video to film get dressed this instance” Jake says like a middle aged mom
“Yes mother whatever you say” Johnnie exclaims and Jake finally shuts the door. You both slip out of bed when you go rummaging through your closet. One of Johnnie favorite parts about you where all your pretty dark outfits you’d wear
Today you settled on a black dress with lace over it which long slowly sleeves a black corset over it fishnets then long black socks with little bows on the end and you thick doc martens.
One Johnnie was finished getting ready he went to you and eyed you up and down.
“Good lord how did I get so lucky” he says wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your neck. This action cause you two giggles and heat to grow between you thighs.
“JOHNNIE WHERE LEAVING NOW LETS GO”
“Well looks like I’m leaving bye love” he says kissing you lips and walking out. How’d he get so lucky how’d you get so lucky. Yes Johnnie helped you grow more confident in your body but that doesn’t mean you still weren’t self conscious. Especially hearing what people would say on his streams or videos how Johnny deserves better it hurts.
As you sit at your vanity and start your makeup you grab your eyeliner and put it on. When your finally finished you get a text from Johnnie
Johnnie❤️🖤
J: Hey love where gonna be done in another hour can wait to see you.
Y/n: alright babe see you soon 🖤
You put your phone down and see another text come in from Tara
Tara🩷🩷🩷🩷
T: hey girl I was wondering if you wanna get dinner tonight I’ve been meaning to try this new place but no one’s available would you come
Y/n: course tar text me when you wanna meet
T: alright thank you 🩷🩷🩷
As you go through your bed and scroll through tiktok you hear your door unlock.
“Honey I’m home” you hear Johnnie yell from down stairs. You giggle the statement sounds so funny coming from his voice. You go downstairs to be greeting by Johnnie suffocating you in a hug.
“You hug me like I haven’t seen you in a month”. You giggle
“Might as well be” he mumbles into your neck
“Hey me and Tara are going to dinner tonight that okay” you ask
“Oh most definitely” he says
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Once you finished putting on your cross necklace and black choker and black lipstick on you grab your bat shaped purse and kiss Johnnie goodbye
One you finally make it to the restaurant Tara greets you and hug you very hard
“Hi omg girl you look so good if Johnnie didn’t take you I would have” she says laughing
“Have you seen yourself Tara you look amazing.
————————————————————————you get home quite late so you gently close the door not wanting to wake up Johnnie just in case. As you make your way up the stairs you start to hear something. Not till you get halfway up the flight of stairs do you know what you hear
Moaning.
It’s Johnnie you hear moaning and slapping as his balls meet his fist. Then you hear your name. You cheeks grow a deep shade of red as your head him moaning your name while jerking off.
“Oh god Y/N you feel so good wrapped around me oh my god I’m gonna I’m gonna cum” you finally push open the door just as he’s cumming
“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t hear you come back and when you where gone my thoughts just got ahead of me and next thing you know I’m-“
You cut him off by kissing him deeply climbing into his lap. He starts trailing kisses down your jaw til he gets to your neck sucking feel hickies on your soft skin.
As you bring your hand down to palm him through his black skinny jeans he stops your hand. You look up at him glossy eyed
“Are you sure about this” he said” I know you’ve never done anything like this and I don’t wanna pressure you”
“I’m sure just remember I’m not….skinny. You state feeling your insecurities slowly creeping up on you.
“I couldn’t care less” he say enthusiastically slowly kissing down your neck. He looks up at your with a devilish smirk and drops to his knees
Your face quickly heats up realizing what he about to do. He kisses up your legs then suck dark hickies on your thick thighs.
“So pretty” kiss” so gorgeous” kiss “amazing” kiss.
He continues praising you in between each kiss till he makes his way to the edge of your dress.
“May I” he asks looking up at you with his big beautiful blue eyes
“Yes Johnnie you may” you add he smiled lifting up your dress revealing your matching set of skeleton bra and panties.
“So pretty” he say tracing the skulls in your bra making you let out a small gasp. You grab your bras hook slowly unhooking it.
Johnnie looks up at you with a sparkle in his eyes as you discard your bra. He sees your pierced nipples and gasps.
“A virgin with pierced nipples that’s new” he says with a chuckle rubbing his thumbs across them.
“Do you like” you ask looking down at him
“Do I like them I fucking love them” he says putting one of them in his mouth.
You throw your head back as more heat rises to your core.
“I got them when we started dating so you’d have a nice surprise when we eventually had sex” you stated with a slight blush
“Best surprise ever” he said leaving your nipples with a slight pop sound. “Can I take these off” he asks now tracing your panties.
“Yes” you say lowly he eagerly takes them off revealing your glistening heat arousal dripping down your folds.
“god your so fucking gorgeous” he say licking a long stripe up your pussy.
You throw your head back at the new feeling. “Mph so good Johnnie” he continues licking and sucking on your folds when you feel yourself getting close
“Wait Johnnie stop” he quickly moves away
“Is something wrong are you bro ready I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pressure you” he rambles off looking worried
“No no I want to I just wanna cum on you” you say face getting impossible redder. ThIs caused Johnnie to get redder to.
“Oh I’m of course” he say lifting up his shirt revealing all his hot tattoos then unbuckling his skull belt pulling down his black skinny jeans. This revealed his hard member it had a vein running from his shaft to his tip which was leaking pre
“You’re so pretty” you say kissing his tip. He let out a guttural groan. He sat back down in his gaming chair and patted his lap. You got up and positioned yourself on him. You slowly sank down till he was fully in you
“Alright baby tell me when you want me to move alright” he said sweetly “ mhm ok Johnnie” Johnnie i said moving to adjust. Once I was ready I slightly nodded my head.
He started thrusting up in a perfect rhythm. I threw my head back and let out moans and whimpers it felt amazing.
“That’s my good girl your taking me so well pretty girl” you just nod at his praise feeling your approaching orgasm.
“Johnnie I’m gonna” you say barely able to finish your sentence.
“Me to love where do you want me” he asks panting heavily
“In me please I’m on the pill” I say which is all that took Johnnie to spill his seed inside of you triggering your orgasm. As he rode your through your night you came to a stop.
You not stood there panting when he slowly got up picking you up. “Let’s go take a shower alright boo”
“Mhm nice warm shower” you said to Johnnie as he guided you in the shower which just let to more praise of him telling how good you here for your first time and how proud of you he was.
You were so lucky to have a Johnnie in your life who excepts you for who you are.
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Bonus:
After the showing you and Johnnie where cuddling in bed in your no name pajamas when Jake busted the door open.
“I don’t know what the hell that was but next time you do that warn me so I can leave” he says
You hide your face in your hand as Johnnie just cracks up
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A/N: I’m so sorry this came out so late I got sick then had some family stuff and it’s just been a hell of a month but I hope you enjoy my first Johnnie Gilbert fic and smut please request if you want more
#fanfic#spicy content#johnnie guilbert smut#smut#goth aesthetic#goth girl#gothcore#johnnie guilbert x you#johnnie guilbert#johnnie x reader#oneshot
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jeno x female reader fluff
soulmates start to feel dizzy when they’re apart for too long until they kiss
part 1 part 2 part 3
you woke up the next day stretching your limbs while yawning. you got up to open the curtains to let the beautiful sunlight in. while walking to the bathroom you felt blood rush to your head, you couldn’t see properly. you hurried near your bed so you could fall on a soft surface. once everything settled you closed your eyes. what was that?
you came to the conclusion that you got up too fast. you slowly got back up and walked to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
giselle:wanna tour of sm today?
y/n:sure what time
as you figured out the details you wondered if jeno would be at sm
giselle:in like two hours i have a schedule to finish
y/n:see you there
when you got out of the shower you felt light headed.
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“and one two three four five-”
“i’m sorry can we… take a five” jeno gently interrupted the choreographer, “this dance is tiring”
“jeno we’ve been dancing to we go up for years” jisung tells him.
“for some reason it’s taking all my energy”
“dude are you okay” mark asks jeno while haechan hands him jenos water bottle.
“thanks guys yeah i’m okay” he drinks the water “im actually not even thirsty it’s more like im kinda light headed i don’t know”
“like…dizzy?”
he nodded
haechan jumped for joy, “meet anyone new lately?”
“no” he thought of you but he didn’t want to get his hopes up “i think it’s the dance”
“no jeno you met y/n last night” renjun corrected.
“yeah but it’s not her she hasn’t texted me about being dizzy or anything”
renjun shrugged.
“who is y/n?” mark asked
“giselle’s best friend”
“ohh”
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“and this is where we record our songs” you walk with giselle along the hallways of sm.
“hold on you’re walking too fast”
“you’re walking too slow” giselle turns to glance at you, “are you okay?”
“not gonna lie… kinda…a little… dizzy”
“jeno!”
“no it’s not jeno he would’ve said something… i also didn’t eat that much this morning so it might be that”
“okay”
“continue the tour” you say leaning on the wall before getting yourself steady to walk.
“i have a granola bar in my purse” she said while getting it out to give to you. you started to eat it as you got on the elevator.
you both got off the elevator, “see i’m already feeling better already”
“i’m very glad” you both started to walk down the hall, “this is where our practice rooms are. i’m not sure who’s practicing right now, but we can show go in this empty one”
you began doing a silly dance infront of the wide mirror not feeling dizzy, “i actually feel so much better i guess food was the reason”
giselle joined you in the silly dance, “you know how important breakfast is y/n”
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“-seven eight. one two three-”
“you seem much better” haechan said to jeno while doing the steps
“yeah i told you it wasn’t a soulmate thing”
“would’ve been cool if it was though” he said.
taglist @luvrboyjeno (comment to be put in)
part 3 coming
#jeno x female reader#nct#nct x reader#nct drabbles#kpop#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct dream fanfic#nct dream imagines#jeno#jeno fluff#jeno imagines#jeno fanfic
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No Fun, My Babe- Michael Monroe
requested by: @nenynra
summary: michael makes it his mission to snatch a piece from your closet that he has his eyes on without you noticing (gn! reader x michael monroe)
“hey, have you seen my hat? the one with, like, the leap pads print thingy on it?” you heard michael call through your apartment. you stood at the mirror fixing your earrings.
“gee michael, that’s real specific. have you seen our bedroom? how the hell are we supposed to know where anything is?” you turned to him, standing in the doorway as you gestured at the disastrous floor. there were random articles of sparkly, bright colored clothes. most of them were michaels. he rolled his eyes and walked over to you, kissing your forehead before glancing at himself in the mirror.
“i think i need a new look.” he stated, squinting his blue eyes at the reflection. you looked at him confusedly.
“what do you mean, are you gonna dye your hair or something?” you chuckled, partially joking. he shook his head softly, still concentrated on his reflection.
“im not sure… i think i just gotta try something new. y’know, every now and then.” you just nodded and patted him softly on his head.
“i think i know whatchya mean.” you started to walk out of the bedroom, leaving michael alone in the messy room in front of the vanity. he looked around the floor and contents of the room in hopes of finding some inspiration, some random item that could make a new addition to his closet one way or another. his eyes scanned the bedroom, eyeing the closet where he noticed a shoebox that was unopened and tucked away on the floor. it intrigued him, so he sat down on the ground to open the box, finding multiple scarves he’d never seen before. he examined them, and as he’d wished for, got an idea. he stood up, walking around the bedroom, picking up clothes and throwing them somewhere else or trying them on, then returning to the mirror to check himself out numerous times. he pulled his hair back and straightened the collar of his jacket before wrapping his neck in one of the scarves. he smiled wide, posing in the mirror. you re entered the room, and immediately saw him with the scarf.
“mike! give me that!” you groaned, walking towards him to swipe the scarf from him. his head snapped around to face you, confused.
“so it is yours?”
“yes!” you emphasized, wrapping the fabric around your hands delicately.
“so i can’t have it?” he pouted. he was used to you sharing your belongings, as the both of you did mutually.
“nooo, not this one michael.” you sighed, sitting down on the bed. he shrugged and smiled at himself in the mirror. you were slightly suspicious as to why he hadn’t put up a fight for it, because he seemed to like the scarf a lot.
“okay…” you walked over to the closet to put the scarf away. “we’ve got to go in a few minutes, you about ready to leave?” you asked, leaning on the doorframe.
“yep! just gimme a second.” he assured you, pretending to be focused on the mirror, when really he was waiting for you to leave so he could snatch the scarf from the closet again. “why don’t you head on down there and i’ll catch up in a minute? i wanna figure out my outfit.” you shrugged, and grabbed your purse, walking out of your shared apartment.
you and michael were supposed to be meeting the rest of the guys at some breakfast place that was walking distance from your building. since you’d left without mike, you got there early, sitting down at a little table with sami, razzle, andy and nasse. they were all confused as to where michael was, until he made the most dramatic entrance to the restaurant. and he wasn’t even trying. but by wearing any of his trademark funky outfits, he attracted attention wherever he went. he also yelled your name as soon as he walked in the door.
“y/n!” he repeated, called once he found you and the guys sitting down. everyone greeted him as he sat down next to you, ruffling your hair. you noticed his new outfit, his silver leather jacket that you hadn’t seen in months all zipped up, the black heeled boots with little decorative spikes stood out just as much. and one other little detail you noticed. the same scarf you’d scolded him about earlier.
“MICHAEL!” you gasped. he was giggling, before you shoved him and knocked him into andy.
“holy shit, chill out!” andy’s eyes widened, michael was still laughing when you carefully but quickly pulled the scarf away from michael once again, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed at him. you tucked the scarf in your purse.
“you’re not slick, michael.” you insisted, trying to maintain a serious expression while staring at his red face, on it was an extra bright, goofy smile. you shook your head and laughed, pulling him into a hug.
#grazilla’s thoughts#ask#hanoi rocks#michael monroe#michael monroe x reader#i hope you like this my hanoi loves!#song in the title: no fun by the stooges
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with bated breath--steve harrington x afab!reader
Synopsis: Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.
Warnings/Notes: Both Steve and reader are 18; smut, unprotected sex, slow burn, angst, degradation, name calling, spit, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, confessing feelings, etc. etc.
Word Count: 7,250
A/N: this is my very first stranger things/steve harrington fic so i really hope you enjoy! i’ve poured my energy into this for awhile so im so excited she’s finally ready to share with the world :-)
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Friday, September 7, 1984
“I’m not gonna say you have to go,” Jennifer told you. Slinky blond curls framed her face, as swirls of an all-too-pink peony blush flushed her cheeks with false coloring. She pulled it off, though. Lashes coated in cakey mascara, dark brown, ‘cause black was too much. That was rule number one.
But, this was too much. Your first week at Hawkins was over; five days of classes, homework, begging for a companion–someone–and now you were somewhat there, at someone’s house. A powder blue suburban accolade, a white latticed sanctuary of conformity in suburban Indiana.
You didn’t really click in the way you had with your friends back home, but she would suffice. A filler friend, there for the time being. Jennifer back-combed her under-swept, feathery bangs, crunchy from the aerosol glue that held her appearance together like art drowned beneath a toxic pool of resin, a product stuck in place forever.
You rested your elbows on your knees, leaning forward on Jennifer’s bed. Frilly pink with white lace trim and tattered teddy bears with matted paws where her fingers dented the evenness of their cotton-candy insides. Mementos of a childhood suspended in time were juxtaposed with posters of movie stars in tight Levi’s, the corners faded and ripped from where the tape eroded at the glossy paper.
You were nervous to go to this party. You hadn’t really talked to anybody all week, opting instead to scribble in the margins of your homework, rushing home as the clock struck three to call your friends--the real ones. The ones who played hopscotch with you five days a week and re-etched the uneven blocks as soon as the August rain dried up and your perpetual canvas was anew.
Everyone in Hawkins was just–stuck, it seemed. They had their friends, their interests, an opaque black box marked in red, permanent ink with COMFORT ZONE. And it seemed like nobody had room for a new friend. Like the quotas had been met, exceeded.
You hummed in response to her statement. It had been a few minutes; she was now sponging a cool blue shimmer on her eyelids, pink and smooth, tinged with purple veiny tendrils, extending to the bottoms of her freshly plucked brows. You sort of wished you were her. Careless in the way that was cool, open, confident. She had seen you wandering on your first day at Hawkins, lunch tray in hands, tears poking the backs of your eyes like a pin prick bathed in flames.
“Are you okay?” She asked, smoothing her houndstooth skirt over her knees. “You don’t have to go, but I think it would be good, you know, to put yourself out there?”
You nodded, both as an agreement and as a yes. You were okay, you just predicted where the night would go. Pools of sweaty teenagers, clung to each other in loosely tied cohorts. You would try, weakly, to make a friend, enter a group and likely be met with tight-lipped smiles and answers that were long-winded but never quite got to the point.
“I’ll go,” You said. “I just don’t know what to expect.” You lied.
Jennifer shrugged, pulling a cable knit sweater over her torso. It wasn’t too cold outside, but a slight breeze whistled through the vents, and the early September air was just enough to nip at your shoulders. “I think that’s the fun of it.” She pulled her purse over her shoulder, motioning for you to follow behind her.
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The walk to the party was short, but brisk. As cute as Jennifer’s kitten heels were, you were glad you had opted for tennis shoes. The uneven sidewalks of Hawkins were hard to walk on; tufts of dead grass and clovers tickled your ankles as you knocked on the door. The house was a behemoth, wrapped in veins of green vines, curling and climbing up exposed brick siding. There was a tall oak door and a clean trimmed lawn, peppered with a littering of beer cans and a stepping stone path of discarded shirts leading to the pool in the backyard.
That’s where the boy who answered the door led you to. Tight jeans in light wash and a salmon crew neck, crisp white collar tucked neatly underneath. His hair was floppy and long and chestnut brown, big and voluminous like the smile that creased his eyes and etched the divots by his mouth. He was charismatic already, with the only words you had heard teeter from the wet slope of his lower lip, a slurred, “Come out back.”
You listened; it was easy when the speckled saddle brown of his big eyes were swallowed by the entirety of his pupils, wild black orbs shielded by fluttery eyelashes and much-too-heavy eyelids. He held an empty beer bottle in his left hand, an unopened one in his right. Tossing the empty one over his shoulder into the plush chartreuse of the deadened grass beneath his tattered reeboks, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his snug back pocket, a lighter from his front.
He stumbled forward, tripping over crumpled jeans; black and silver belts slithered along the ground like serpents.
“Fuck,” He rolled his thumb over the ridged raw metal of his lighter, white and chipped, its plastic sheath peeled from the body.
The cigarette bobbed between puckered lips, eyes deep, entranced. It seemed like most of the girls there were watching him, the concentration in his boyish eyebrows, darker than the hair on his head, still blonded from the edge of summer.
Maybe you were supposed to know who he was. Maybe it would be smarter if you didn’t.
The sun was setting; it was early for a party. Much too cold to wade in the pool, where soggy, wine colored leaves clustered in heaps at the corner, by the stairs where couples groped onto raisiny skin and kissed purpled lips.
There was no more room in the pool, and your legs were cold, arms freckled with goosebumps that climbed over your collarbones. You went inside, where it was much warmer, and nets of people leaned against the kitchen island. You found an unopened beer, warm. Pebbles of condensation made the counter slick as your elbow leaned on the marbled linoleum, scratched and greasy from the sea of fingertips overlapped upon each other.
You opened it, catching the fizz over your tongue. It soaked your cupid’s bow and tasted bad, yeasty. Spotting a free spot on the taut leather couch in the living room, you walked over there, fingers tight around the can.
“Hey, Tommy, keg is here. Help me–” The boy from earlier was walking backwards, hand carding through his hair, shoes untied. His legs were wobbling; he was clearly tipsy, and he ran into you. Amber liquid stained your shirt, deepening the navy blue of the fabric and the hue of your cheeks. Your jeans were soaked; even your shoelaces puffed up, swollen from being steeped in the stale beer.
“Fuck!” You shook your hands; acidic droplets of the cheap beer clung to your fingertips like icicles.
“Oh my god, I’m–so sorry.” He clasped his hands down on your shoulders, one ankle giving out as he rolled it, tripping over the tangle of shoelaces, the slippery wooden floor sheathed in alcohol and pool water.
And then he fell, slipping onto his knees. Patches of wetness stained his jeans; his crew neck was damp like the corners of his eyes, pretty and brown and oh so big. They looked like they were saying sorry in the softest of voices, like pleading hands. Like they always got whatever it is they wanted.
“I’m sorry,” He repeated. He was obviously drunk. Ringlets of hair framed his square jaw, tickling the edge of his bitten lips. “If it makes you,” He gulped. “Feel better, my clothes are kinda ruined too.” He giggled. “Can you help me up? I could–get you something new to borrow.”
You sighed, reaching your hand out. Everyone was staring; new girl and drunken popular pretty-boy in a spat. Who wouldn’t be. A few girls with shades of purple painted onto prissy lips were rubbing his shoulders like he was some sort of monarch. Frankly, it embarrassed you.
Ignoring the syrupy coos echoing off the shell of his reddened ears, he took your hand, standing back up.
“‘M okay!” He swigged the last of his beer, already empty. “I’m okay. The party goes on!”
And then, as if everyone else's conduct was dependent on the orchestration of his cordial permission, they resumed. Drinking, leaning into half-remembered kisses and tongues wrapped in seedy marijuana smoke.
He looked into your eyes and you sort of understood the single-file line of your peers begging for his attention, a quarter of a glance, the whisper of their name. He was easy to look at, easy to listen to.
“I can get you some,” He sighed, swallowing. “New clothes to borrow. ‘M sorry.”
You shook your head, peeling his sticky hand off the slope of your shoulder, sore from his pressure, dead and drunk. “It’s alright. Probably my cue to leave anyway.”
His shoulders sunk, eyes cartoonish with despondency, the reflection of the deep yellow lighting making them look wet–or maybe he was actually upset.
“Leaving already?” He pouted. “You just got here! Didn’t even catch your name.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you felt a daggering of black-lined eyes and knees dressed in flimsy pantyhose pointed at you.
“I’m Y/N.” You said. “And yours?”
You could tell he had never been asked that before. Like people came into his life as know-it-alls about himself, his past–-full to the brim with preconceived notions and curdled rumors, piggybacked off one another.
“I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.” His eyes were dopey and downturned, and you loved to look in them.
So this was Steve. You had heard about him at every pass through the hall, tangled on the tongue of every girl as they twirled their hair and puckered their lips in desperate hopes that he would notice for once. Finally.
But Steve seemed happy to have the chance to introduce himself to someone for once, hand outstretched and teeth a glittery white.
You could stay for a little longer.
“I guess I could stay. My shirt’s a little–”
“Wet?” He gestured to his own. “Yeah mine too.” He guided you to the stairs, hand over the small of your back; it felt hot, anxiety-inducing, but he was just hovering. An almost-touch felt scarier than the real thing. “But listen, I can let you borrow something. I gotta change anyway.”
You nodded, entranced by the depth of his eyes, how his mouth hung open, perpetually equipped with something else to say to you, so easily. He rolled his sleeves up; his forearms were strong, still tan from trips to the lake in late July.
His room was dark; the only visibility you had came from the backyard, the turquoise glint of chlorine and body heat catching the light of the waxing moon, hung crooked in the sky.
He stumbled turning his light on, closing the door but leaving it open, just a crack. He was getting drunker, freckle adorned skin the salmon of his crew neck, all from the beers well-settled in his system.
“I’m really sorry for that–I usually don’t really get too drunk at these things, but y’know,” He shrugged, pulling his collared shirt over his head. “God, it’s so hot in here.”
You quickly turned back around. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“Oh–” Steve covered his chest, lightly hairy and moderately muscular. “‘M sorry. I didn’t even think.”
He threw on a flimsy grey t-shirt and kept his jeans on, bending down to rummage through his dresser. He was more organized than you expected of him; each drawer full of neatly folded polos, old hoodies with peach, bleach stains dotted on the wrists. Heaps of nice Levi’s,--a tie die of navy and cobalt-- filled the drawer by his foot.
“You can pick, like, any of these. And feel free to change in the bathroom.” You expected him to tend to his party downstairs, the groupies flocked at the landing of the wooden stairs, chestnut like the belt Steve was unbuckling, throwing on his bed, taut with plaid sheets. But he just turned around, flopping forward onto his comforter, giggling with the same cadence of the innocent little boy he once was. “Just gonna lay here.”
You picked a loose red crew neck embroidered in cream with Indiana, in thick blocky letters, and changed quickly. Steve’s face was buried in his pillows, his hands shoved over closed eyes as an extra promise to you. I won’t look.
His breathing was jagged, and you would have thought he was asleep if not for his feet kicking at his loosened shoes, trying to pry them off.
You grabbed his ankle, pulling them off for him.
“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, voice muffled by drool-coated pillow cases.
“Are you alright?”
Steve had turned around; he was lying on his back, eyes still screwed shut, straining. His lips were chapped from the cold outside, the constant moisture of a new beer. “‘M fine.” He held his stomach, eyebrows arching. “On second thought,”
He shot up, dizzied, as he ran to the bathroom connected to his room, hunched in two.
“Are you gonna-”
Steve threw up, hands tight against the peach-colored porcelain. His shirt was soaked in a film of sweat.
“It’s so hot in here,” Steve grumbled.
You weren’t sure what to do. Still hunched over the toilet, he unbuttoned his jeans.
“Is it ‘kay if I take these off. Underwear stays on, obviously. ‘M so sweaty.”
You nodded, before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, Steve, that’s fine. But hey, if you want me to go–”
He shook his head, body lurching forward as he vomited again. “No,” His voice was high-pitched, nervous sounding, different from the saccharine self-assurance he usually wore proudly. “Stay, please. Don’t feel good.”
You kneeled down, rubbing his back gingerly, smoothing his hair down. It smelled like lavender, like Jennifer’s hairspray, like fleeing adolescence and the simultaneous desire to hold onto eighteen forever.
“Alright.” You whispered. “Are you done?”
He shook his head. “Think there’s one more–” He was right.
“Do you want some water?”
Steve sat up, leaning against the sink, head tilted back. His adam’s apple bobbed with discomfort and the citrusy tang of acidic residue. “Yes, please. Sorry again.”
You shrugged, plucking the empty glass toppled on his bedside table. “No need to apologize. It’s all okay.” Bringing the glass to the sink, you filled it with cold water and sat down next to Steve, who drank it quickly. Some water dribbled down his chin; you tried not to look at his grey briefs, thin and tight around his thighs.
“Thank you so much,” He sat the glass down on the linoleum, blinking up at you as he laid down on the cold floor, his hair fanned out behind him. Freckles lined the tuft of hair on his chest, dewy with a sheen of sweat. “This isn’t typical for me, just so you know.”
You raised your eyebrows, lips tugged between your teeth. “Alright, Steve.”
“What?!” He sat up, resting on his elbows. The wooden cabinets slammed against the expanse of his back. “It isn’t. Just drank too much this time around.”
“Looks like this isn’t the first party you’ve thrown.” You could hear the subtle bass of Tainted Love, sharp splashes of water, the pattering of wet feet on cold cement.
“You’d be correct.” He turned towards you, eyes flitting over your lips, almost quick enough for you not to notice. Almost. “Hosting is hard work,” He clutched his chest, sliding his jeans over his lower half, covering himself.
You turned away, laughing. “Seems tiring. Wher’re your parents anyway?”
Steve parroted your laugh; his was louder. “Who fuckin’ knows.”
You sat there for some time, wrapped in a cocoon of comfortable silence. Eventually, your head had migrated to Steve’s shoulder, strong and warm and unwilling to move once your hair feathered against his cheek. He vowed not to move; his shoulders were cramped and the bite of dormant nausea ate at the pit of his stomach, but you looked peaceful, comfortable. And really, really pretty.
–
You woke up before him; the sallow light of the bathroom was still on and Steve was toppled over, you tucked under his bicep, strong, dotted with a stippling of moles. His upper arms were paler than the rest of him. Somehow, one of his socks was stripped off, slunk on the rug by the running toilet.
He held you tight; your arm had fallen asleep, but you could still feel the warmth emanating from his chest, hugged by heather grey cotton. Drool puddled by his mouth, hung slightly ajar like the door itself.
“Steve,” You shook him lightly, and he moaned, turning slightly. He had granted freedom to your arm, and you slipped out from his own. “Steeeve.” You singsonged.
He shot up, cheek etched with the imprint of woven tendrils matching the shag rug under his head. One side of his hair was matted, the other making up for the sudden lack of volume.
“Oh fuck,” He wiped his eyes. “What time is it?” He checked his watch, eyes squinted. It was nearing five in the morning; beyond the bay window by Steve’s bed was just obscurity, and the obnoxious silence of a party evaporated.
“Is everyone gone?” You mirrored his movements, standing up to look at your reflection.
“Hope so,” Steve ran a hand through his hair, a taste of trepidation in his tone. “I hope I didn’t ruin your night last night.” He tucked his knees into his chest.
You looked down, meeting his eyes. “No, no. You didn’t. There was quite literally nothing happening. If anything, you made it more interesting.”
“Embarrassed you had to take care of me–not that you had to. But I appreciated it, you know.”
Steve stood up, going back to his room to search for some sweatpants; he had forgotten he had taken his jeans off.
“No worries at all,” You didn’t know what to say. It was hard to think–to focus–with him there, like that. Illuminated by the moon and the artificiality of the outdoor lights refracting off of the stillness of the pool.
“I can take you home, if you need a ride. I’m obviously sober now.” He offered. His toothbrush hung from his mouth. “Just need to get the nasty taste out of my mouth first.”
“What about the mess?” You looked out the window. The glass back door was wide open; discarded cans and soggy potato chips swam in polluted pool water. Everybody was long gone, but the evidence of their stay was symbolized by the parts of them they discarded for Steve to pick up.
“Oh, that?” He spat in the sink, rinsing his mouth out with cold water. “I’ll clean it up. I got ‘til tomorrow night.”
You felt bad. He had this sullen look about him, like he was mad at himself, at his loneliness, at the fact that he needed some sort of offering for people to stay with him, even if just for one night. A pleading with his classmates that saw him as nothing more than crinkled eyes and a forced joke. A party, booze bought with his dad’s credit card. Steve was handsome, and he had money and status–but stripped down, he was a performance piece for their laughter and ogling and obsession, ankles stuck on the top rung of a social hierarchy he didn’t create. He just perpetuated it, needed to be on top of it–or else his loneliness would tear at his skin and gnaw at him to the bone and leave him where he was now, with a pretty girl wanting to go home and a cold, empty house, the door wide open but no one daring to step foot inside, left alone with all the parts that nobody wanted.
You offered to help him, but he shook his head vehemently, lighting a cigarette and flashing a pseudo-smile, gummy and white.
“C’mon.” He opened his bedroom door; it was much colder in the hallway. A torn piece of notebook paper fell from in between the door and the frame, bleeding through with red ink.
Week 1 and already a whore?
Steve plucked the unlit cigarette from his mouth.
“What’s that?” You asked.
Steve crumpled it up, tossing it across the hallway, toward his parents’ room, the door shut like it always had been.
“Nothing, just people trashing the place.” His voice was hollow.
Steve took you home and didn’t say a word about his sweatshirt still snug on your body. He sort of thought it belonged there, with you. And you both said goodbye awkwardly, with bitten-lipped smiles and a listless wave goodbye, maybe so neither of you seemed so enthusiastic.
And maybe Steve was jumping out of his skin when the door shut behind you, when he was alone with his thoughts and the pang of an empty stomach. For the first time, a girl hadn’t pulled at his collar and adorned him with a cherry-red kiss on the corner of his mouth, crossing her fingers he would reel over it on repeat until his fingers were dialing her number by memory.
He hadn’t even gotten your number.
–
Monday, September 10, 1984
Going to school on Monday felt good, comfortable. Nothing had changed between the weekend and now, except for your pulsating, headache of a crush on Steve. How his voice had crept into your skull like a parasite, a slithering tapeworm indoctrinating you with cyclical thoughts of those lips, the tautness of his bicep. Handsome and wrapped tightly in blue stripes and menthol smoke. He sat in his BMW, eyes on you like yours were on him. He wondered if you knew yet.
School was a flock of pigeons, searching for scraps, discarded and unwanted–and you were right there. At your locker, where the rounded page of a composition notebook was pasted to the door, anointed with SLUT and a sad face, a makeshift pity. You tore it down, but it was four-and-a-half minutes to first period, and the careening ears of your tight-lipped peers made it clear they had already seen it. Heard all about it.
What it was, you didn’t know.
Jennifer scoffed at your desperation for communication, her bubble gum a stale, dirty pink against the red of her tongue.
She leaned against your locker, uncrumpling the paper clutched in your hand.
“Week two and your reputation seems to be set on easy. I’m sure Harrington appreciates the new notch on his belt.” Jennifer threw the paper away, not that it fixed anything. Floating down on the dirt-caked linoleum, speckled in the pastels of putty chewing gum, it was stomped on, pressed into the ground, a truth, symbolic of those words that preceded you.
Y/N Y/L/N: easy, whore, slut.
You were livid because you trusted Steve. Multiplied tenfold because you liked him. And now he was leaned against exposed brick, the brooding yet exceedingly impossible-to-hate protagonist of a John Hughes film. Girls flocked to him like lint, hard to pluck off but so easy to see, so bothersome. And the coyness of his smile pissed you off, how he entertained them, teasing them from beneath a bomber jacket, behind brand-new Ray Bans and slicked back hair and cheap fabrications, made at your expense.
Steve looked at you, though, through the fog of a September morning and the lens of longing for something that wasn’t so easy to grasp for once.
But you slammed your locker shut and faced first period without care for the whispers that stung like darts on your back. You only had to survive one more year, and maybe making friends wasn’t even worth it, with college applications peeking over the cloudless horizon.
You slumped in your seat; an ugly tan desk tethered to plastic blue, a chair etched with profanities: cunt, slut, bitch. Hearts and arrows and initials crossed out, replaced with suitable successors, forgotten, but still there.
A note flopped on your desk; you pushed it off, not wanting any more insults. You’d almost rather they be flung at you through words and venomous spit than the permanency of pen ink and exclamation marks. But it was Steve, playing footsie with you from behind you, his handwriting boyish and scrawled in lead.
It wasn’t me.
Three words that meant nothing. Where was the context?
You pulled the cap off your pen with your teeth, watching to make sure Mister Anderson wasn’t looking, but the desperate, dry scratch of chalk confirmed your suspicions. He wasn’t
Then why do you look so guilty?
You dropped the note back on Steve’s desk; he audibly sighed. You had never heard an eye-roll so clearly.
He stood up, chair screeching, muttering a half-assed ‘I don’t feel good’ and slamming the classroom door. The note had found itself back in your hands.
Boys bathroom. The one by Mrs. Ringer’s room.
He couldn’t be serious. Maybe you were easy; you excused yourself not a minute later.
The bathroom he was in was as empty as it was dirty, and soiled paper towels made a makeshift rug on cobalt blue tiles, caked in muck.
“Are you fucking crazy, Steve?”
Steve held a finger to his lips. “Quiet. Sound travels.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door.
“This bathroom has a lock. That’s why I chose it. Nobody else is here.”
You scoffed. “Yeah, because we need more people making assumptions.”
“You chose to come in here.” Steve deadpanned, watching you twist the hair tie on your wrist.
“Don’t have much to lose, now, do I?”
He laced the room with unease and a rotten, oozing tension that felt sticky around you. Overgrown and teetering on parasitic, even though it was not even three days old.
“I just wanted you to know that,” He said, quietly. “--that I didn’t say those things.”
His sleeves were bunched up, wrists freckled and strong and twined with fine, little hairs as he leaned against the door you found yourself at.
“I’m supposed to believe that? That–I’m not just some joke to you? A way to show how your game is so slick you could even fuck a girl within fifteen minutes of getting her name?” You whispered the second part.
Steve’s eyes read your lips like a book, rereading the same line over and over and over because he didn’t quite catch it the first time. And paying attention was hard. Oh, so hard when you could smell the cherry wood musk of his cologne and the sharp cut of aftershave tickling your nose.
“I’m assuming they think what they do because we went upstairs together.” He straightened his collar, and the wind of spearmint toothpaste and menthol cigarettes on his breath was gone.
“Nothing happened.”
“I know that. I’m not sure what you want me to do–I–I can tell them that it didn’t happen, but I don’t think they’d believe–”
“Why do you care so much? Shouldn’t you be out there, off the bench, courting some other girl you find pathetic?”
Steve scoffed. “I care because I don’t want you to hate me. And I don’t fucking find you pathetic. Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”
You watched his. The pout of warm pink, the peppering of stubble you could only see if you were allowed so close to him. King Steve. What a stupid fucking nickname. Self-indulgent. Cocky.
You didn’t hate him, but you felt like you should just wave the white flag and join the club of sad, little girls who were once Steve’s little plaything, but who now have vaporized from the glossary of names in his dynamic tour de force of a short-term memory.
“I don’t hate you,” You looked away from him; he refused to.
“Could’ve fooled me.” His smile was evil, impossible to say no to. So you left before he could ask.
Wednesday, September 12, 1984
Avoiding Steve was hard, as hard as he was to miss. Hair adding at least four inches to his height, the static buzzing that followed him like a swarm. He had tried to communicate through kicks under your desk in first period. And then fourth, and then fifth. Whispers in your ear at lunch, offering you a ride the second school let out, with a fat pout and eyes that had a physical reaction to the word no.
But today he drove by you, slamming on the brakes and shutting the radio off with a determination that was new.
“Just let me talk to you!” He pleaded, eyebrows straight across with worry. “I can take you home.”
You shook your head, continuing to walk as Steve’s BMW trailed next to you, so warm and enticing and his.
“I can walk. It’s not too far.”
“It’s about to rain!” He gestured at the sky, at the belly of a fat cloud.
“I said no.”
“What if I told you I know who started the rumor?”
You stopped at the outskirts of school property, stuck between freedom and those dopey brown eyes.
“Knew that would get your attention.”
You tugged your lip between your teeth, leaning into Steve’s window. He kept eye contact with you, firm and unwavering–even though your shirt hung so loosely around the swell of your chest.
“Okay, so tell me.”
“Get in the car and I will.”
“I’ll get in the car if you tell me.”
Steve rolled his sleeves up, checking the subtle click of his wristwatch. “Got places to be.”
He was flirting, shamelessly. Coconut lip balm sheathed on that mouth and chewing gum lazy on his tongue like your name.
“Then you’d better get there, Stevie.” You batted your eyelashes and Steve hit his head against his headrest before leaning over to unlock the door.
“Just–get in.”
You faked a pout. “Pretty boy can’t stand being denied.”
“You don’t wanna know? S’fine by me.” And he drove away, but not without a few glances in the rearview mirror, one, two, three.
Friday, September 14, 1984
One week of invisibility and a big fat target on your back and Steve’s relentlessness was almost over. Almost.
Lunch was the worst; an amalgamation of every type of peer with one glaringly clear common ground: a distinct unwillingness to come close to you. A select few’s distaste metastasizing and ballooning until you were left by your lonesome, swirling peas around a spoon and jumping out of your seat when Steve Harrington sat next to you, chair squeaking, jeans tight around his hips.
“Shouldn’t you be avoiding me?” You deadpanned, opting not to look at him.
Steve scooted even closer to you, whispering in your ear. “Let them look.”
“You’re not the one being called a whore and a slut and easy.”
“If you’re easy, I’m easy.” He took a bite of a turkey sandwich, stray lettuce flaccid around the edge. “Plus, you never even heard who started it.”
You looked at him quizzically. His hair was messier; he hadn’t shaved in a few days.
“The rumor. It was Jennifer.”
You plastered on an insincere smile. “Yeah, no shit.”
“You knew?” Steve tilted his bag of Lays toward you. “Eat some.”
You felt the sting of eyes on your back, saw the heartbreak on the pouted strawberry lips of girls Steve would never give the time of day.
“She’s obsessed with you. Kind of been pining over you since freshman year, as she told me. Makes sense why she’s a little butt hurt about me seeing your room so soon, you know? When we fucked?”
Steve choked on his water, spewing it over the speckled ivory of the table. “I talked to her for, like, three days. Boring as fucking rocks.” He ignored the latter part of your statement.
“Oh, and I’m more interesting? Because you can fix me?”
Steve crumpled his napkin and tossed it on your tray, scooting back on the metal legs of his chair.
He leaned in. “No, because I actually have a crush on you.”
–
You walked to Steve’s house by memory that night with a monologue in your head and his crew neck tucked under your arm.
Words that all fell dead and dormant on your tongue as you rapped on his door. He had mentioned in passing his parents would be gone again, and you half expected a party and pretty girls hung on his hip. But the house was unrelenting in its silence, and you could see Steve’s light was on, his car idle in the driveway, pebbled with the rain you hadn’t noticed until now.
And then it was pouring, and Steve opened the door in running shorts and his basketball t-shirt, and the scowl on his face lifted into a smile of surprise.
“Y/N. Wanna come in?” He left a space for you to enter; your head shook involuntarily. “It’s fucking pouring, please--just come in.”
“I’m just returning this.” You held out his crew neck, splotchy and darkened from rain.
“Okay, well, if you’re just gonna go back home, let me drive you.” He plunged his hands in his pockets; his shorts were exceptionally small. “Sorry, I had to throw something on.”
The rain was soaking your hair into a tangled mess, and beads of water fell from the slope of your nose. But Steve looked at you with a boyish longing, defeat, a curiosity of why he suddenly wasn’t good enough.
“Will you just come in?” He flung the door open all the way and then stepped outside, the rain pouring over his half-matted hair, making the thin white cotton of his shirt cling to the contours of his torso, the tense expanse of his back.
“Steve, just go back inside.”
Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “If you’re gonna leave, just leave! You’re standing here in the fucking rain, acting so intent on going, but here you fucking are!”
“You’re in the rain too!”
“I know, and I’m freezing my ass off, and I know you are too, and my house is right there, but apparently I’m so miserable to be around that this–” he gestured to himself. “Is preferable.” His arms slung down, heavy from defeat, the pattering of sideways showers against his ear.
“I have a crush on you, too.” You admitted. Your voice was small, and Steve would not have caught it if he wasn’t reading the shape of your lips with such distinct fervor.
Steve trapped you against the door frame, his hands cradling your head as he kissed you. His lips were freezing, but the inside of his mouth, the curling of his tongue against yours was oh so warm, inviting. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you pulled him closer; your noses slid against each other as he moaned into you, one of his hands trailing down to your waist. He tasted sweet, like a honey cough drop and the longing he held in his mouth like a breath mint, flipping it over and over like a wish. She wants me, she wants me not.
He was manly enough to hold your hips and guide you inside, but still boyish in the way his cheeks flushed and eyelashes tickled against your cheek as he used you to slam the door behind your back.
Everything was squeaky; pants echoed from high ceilings, off the wooden floors of the open foyer, sterile, empty, all for you. Steve squeezed your ass, one of his hands coming up to pull on your hair, enough to gain access to your throat, where he left open-mouthed kisses.
“You’ve fuckin’ played hard to get enough.” He said, in a low voice.”Definitely not easy.”
You whimpered, yanking on the hem of his wet shirt, stuck to him like papier-mâché. He pulled it off, and you admired him in the momentary glow of the lightning nearby, punctuating like an exclamation mark the smoothness of his bicep as he wrapped his arms around you. His kisses were possessive and fluttered against your pulse point as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
He unbuttoned your jeans, eyes flitted upwards for your approval, peeling them from your legs. You nodded so quickly, you got dizzy. Your knees buckled as Steve kissed your navel, the pads of his fingers dragging across the hem of your panties assuredly. He cupped your cunt and his thumb rubbed over your clit in slow circles before the cotton was pushed aside and Steve was groaning against your mound, eyes huge with wonder and lust–the same drunkenness he was adorned with the night you met.
His fingers slid over your slit, and he reveled in your wetness like it was a prize; it was. He dug his fingers into the globes of your ass as he buried his face into your pussy, nose resting over your clit as he licked and sucked and spat–and you clutched onto his wrists behind you, desperate for purchase as he devoured you.
“I fucking need you,” He said. You could see his bulge growing from beneath forest green polyester.
He pushed a finger inside your cunt, and you gasped, knees giving out. Steve was messy, all over the place, wanting to do everything and be everywhere at once. But he caught you as you fell, laying you down against the oriental rug that cost more than all of his birthday presents combined–and he spat on your clit. Pulling moans and expletives from the back of your throat like the remnants of a cold that Steve was more than willing to share with you.
He rubbed globs of his spit over your cunt and ogled at how you clenched for him, how pliable you were with his middle finger knuckle deep in your hole.
“So tight.” He rubbed at your clit with his thumb as he fucked his finger into you, moving up to kiss you again. You pulled him into you, and he laughed against your neck. “I’m worried I won’t fit.”
You huffed as his spit and your arousal coated your tongue, his cock twitching against your center. “Stop teasing me.”
Steve grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. “All you’ve done is tease me.”
You untangled your fingers from the dampness of his hair, cupping his cock through his shorts; you could tell he was wearing nothing underneath. His kisses got less calculated and sloppier as you palmed him, soft mewls and whimpers, voiceless begs permeating the air like sticky humidity.
“Cocky are we? Saying you won’t fit.”
He pulled away, a string of saliva a temporary tightrope between your mouths. “Might not.” He smiled innocently.
You untied his shorts and spit in your palm, stroking his length and thumbing his thick, mushroom head as he sprang free. Holy shit.
“God, Steve.” You admired his cock, veiny and thick and his. “Your cock is so big.” You relished in how he twitched at your words.
He all but growled, rocking his hips to fuck your fist, mouth hung open as he hovered over your half-naked body.
“Please–take your shirt off.” Your nipples peaked through the sopping material, but he wanted more. Wanted them in his mouth.
You obliged, and he sucked on your nipples with hollowed cheeks, drooling around the buds. It was filthy and wet in more ways than one, touching each other like this, raw on the Harringtons’ ruined rug. No time to go to Steve’s room or ask sweetly for a kiss with bated breath and crossed fingers.
The need for each other was palpable, and Steve’s hips jerked, his mouth falling open against yours, drooling over your bottom lip.
“I wanna fuck you.” He grabbed your jaw and pressed your foreheads together as he lined himself up with your soaked cunt, teasing your entrance with the thick head of his cock.
“Please–” You nodded, and Steve pushed in, slowly, agonizingly slowly, yet all at once simultaneously. He stretched you, and you were his, at least for now. Completely at his mercy, legs shaking with the torment of pain and pleasure, teetering on top of each other like a jenga tower, crumbling to the ground.
He fucked into you with faster strokes, falling to rest on his elbows as he hiked your legs around his waist. Cradling you like a porcelain doll, fucking you like the whore they all thought you were.
“God–you feel so fucking good.” His head fell forward and he felt weak, unable to handle the feeling of your lips against his neck, your bodies overlapping, a jigsaw puzzle of limbs and neediness.
All your breaths filled his lungs, and his filled yours, a terrarium of the lust settled in your throat, your stomachs, your limbs that felt one another with certainty, as if this had all happened before, as if you were fitted just for each other’s pleasure.
Steve’s thrusts were languid as he held your face, shakily planting kisses in your mouth and licking and biting your bottom lip.
“I can’t– believe,” Steve moaned, nibbling your ear. He grabbed your jaw and forced your head to face him. “That you thought I started the rumor.”
Your back arched as he punctuated his sentence by pulling out just to slam into you again--and he took that as a sign to fuck you harder.
“Fuck Steve–” Your heels dug into his lower back, sheathed in sweat.
His thumb pulled on your bottom lip. “Maybe they’re true.” His voice was breathy as you opened your mouth for him, allowing a string of spit to fall on your tongue. “Maybe you’re my little slut.”
Your moans grew more desperate at his words, at how he was in complete control over your body, your pleasure, your feelings.
Steve was testing the waters, seeing how much you wanted him--if it could even compare to how he writhed for you. He swore could have come just from kissing you, from the smell of your shampoo, triggered by the rain.
“‘M all yours, Steve.” Your kiss was wet as you claimed him with the thrash of your tongue against him, twisting and braiding you together as Steve felt himself finishing at your words.
He pulled out quickly, painting your navel and chest in thick ropes of his cum, his head thrown back. Your name an avalanche tumbling through his teeth.
“Fuck, Y/N–” He regained his composure as you lost yours, the pumping of his fingers in your soaking cunt enough for you to finish, hands grasping at Steve’s strong wrist as it flexed from his movements.
“Steve–” You sat up on your elbows as he rested on your chest, relaxed by the proximity of your heartbeat.
“Mhm?” He nuzzled into your neck. Groggily, he said: “I don’t think you’re a slut, like, actually–”
“Yeah, I know.” Your laugh vibrated his head. “I just wondered if you actually wanted me to, you know?”
“Be mine?” Steve opened his eyes, mouth agape as he blinked at you. “Well, that I do actually want.”
“I do too.”
“Are you just saying that because I made you cum?”
“No, Steve.”
“I have to tell you something, just to start things off on the right foot, though.”
You craned your neck down to look at him; the fanning of his breath was warm, and you liked the patterns of freckles that cascaded down the length of his neck and his Adams apple when he swallowed with anticipation, his eyelashes kissing your shoulder.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“I spilled my drink on you at my party on purpose.”
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okay i saw you taking requests and ofc i have to make one bc... how tf can i not but also bear with me bc this is my first time ever making an actual request and im scared
so you know when you're in the "less than lovers, more than friends" stage? yes. something like that with joe but he sees you being 'friendly' with some other guy and yk just some fun some jealousy some smut if you're feeling frisky 👀
i did not make any sense and now im gonna dig a hole and kms out of embarrassment. sorry you had to read that.
oh my god im literally so honored that you chose me for your first request 🥲 hopefully i did it justice queen !!
TW: rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), language, drunk sex kinda??, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
You had known Joe for years now. You two went to school together and shared the same friend group. There was always some kind of sexual tension between you two, and it became a running joke between your friends as to when you two were finally going to swallow your pride and start dating. Joe swore that there was nothing, and would always be nothing, between you two other than your regular playful flirting. That was until one new years party and a few too many tequila shots later, when you guys broke your promise, and were soon ripping each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of your best friends house.
And that brings us to now. It’s been a year since then, and you and Joe had practically become inseparable. Despite the fact that you guys fucked like rabbits, and went out for lunch almost every weekend, you both agreed to not make your relationship exclusive. With Joe being away from home a lot, and you constantly working late hours, it would be hard to start and maintain a relationship. So, you just relished in the time you two could spend together.
After a whirlwind year for Joe, he finally was getting a week break for the holidays. Since he hadn’t seen much of his friends all year, he organized the whole group to go out to a club together. Like Joe, you also hadn’t done much other than work all year, so you were excited to get dressed up and give no fucks for a night.
You put on a short black dress showing as much cleavage as possible, some red platform heels, and a thin gold necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday. Your hair was done in beach waves, and you put it in a high ponytail with a couple pieces framing your face. Your makeup was minimal besides a sharp cat eyeliner, and a bold red lip. Most people might say you were dressed slutty but fuck it. This was a night to let loose and you were going to do exactly that.
Your car was in the shop over the weekend, so Joe had agreed to pick you up. You’d probably be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t dressed like this for him. At least a little bit. You heard your phone ping, signaling a text from Joe saying he was outside. Grabbing your purse, you practically sprinted out the door into his car.
“Oh hey sexy.” Joe greeted you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
You laugh, “Hi. Ready to get fucked up?” you respond.
“Always.” He puts the car in gear, and starts driving to the club.
You pull into the parking lot to see all your friends waiting for you. You hop out of the car to be greeted by very loud heys and finallys.
“Oh look, the love birds finally decided to show up.” Your friend Jess said, pulling you into a hug.
“There’s no love birds here.” You gave Jess a look, telling her to shut up.
“That’s right, they’re just fuck buddies.” Wesley joins in. You roll your eyes and strut inside of the club.
The night was going great. Joe reserved an entire section in the back of the club for everyone to hang out and catch up when you weren’t cutting shapes on the dance floor.
Joe had his arm wrapped around you all night, making the love bird jokes a little harder to dispute. Once you had a few drinks, you were feeling a little frisky, you excused yourself to the dance floor.
You’re swaying your hips and tapping your feet to the sound of the music when you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn around to see a tall blonde man smirking at you, hands on your hips moving your body with him to the beat.
The two of you don’t exchange any words, you just start grinding into each other letting the music take you. His hands are roaming up and down your body before they land on your ass. Your arms find their way around the boys shoulders while his lips find theirs on your neck.
You continue grinding into him, small moans leaving your mouth until suddenly, your arm is being yanked from him and you’re dragged outside of the club.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” It’s Joe. He’s staring down at you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.
“What the fucks wrong with me? What the fucks wrong with you?!” He spits at you. You’re confused. He can’t be mad at you for dancing with someone else, you two aren’t even together.
“Are you jealous Joe?” You say with a condescending tone. He just laughs at you.
“You can’t be jealous Joe, you and i are not together. And if i remember correctly, you’re the one who originally wanted it that way.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy who gives you attention.” He knows that presses a button.
“Fuck you Joe. You don’t get to sit here and tell me i can’t have fun or i can’t fuck someone else.”
His eyes drop. “Are you fucking other people?” Silence. “Y/N, are you fucking other people?” He raises his voice.
“Like i said, we’re not together. We’re not exclusive. You expect me, a grown woman, to sit here while you’re gone for months at a time and just wait around for you?”
“Just because we’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean i’m okay with you shagging other guys.” He’s still yelling. You’re sure you’re bringing attention to yourselves, but that’s not exactly on the forefront of your mind. You need him to know he can’t pick and choose when he wants you.
“That’s not how it fucking wor-“ His hands grab your face as he pushes his lips on yours. You can’t help but to give in. You pull him closer to you as your tongue finds its way into his mouth.
He pulls away, “Follow me.” He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back into the club. He leads you straight to the bathrooms and you know exactly what’s about to go down.
You two stumble your way into a one stall bathroom as he locks the door behind him. You can see the tent poking through his trousers as the heat between your legs starts growing.
“Face the mirror.” He commands. You do as he says, leaning over the sink and gripping onto the sides of it.
He lifts the bottom of your dress up and tears your panties off, earning a groan from you. His fingers immediately reach
for your pussy and he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You feel him grinding himself into your ass as his other hand reaches around your neck.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you and no one else.” He’s looking at you through the mirror, rubbing faster circles around your clit.
“I want you Joe. I want your cock and no one else’s. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” He groans in your ear and removes his fingers from your cunt.
He pulls his pants down, his boxers with them before slapping your ass. The pain makes you wince, but it doesn’t last long because before you know it he’s shoving his cock all the way inside of you.
“Holy- fuck Joe!” You scream out. You’re sure people outside can hear you but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now.
“Fuck babe you’re so fuckin tight. Gonna make me cum too fast.” He’s pounding in and out of you at an unhuman rate. Your body starts to go limp, and you hang your head lower, focusing on your grip on the sink to keep you from falling down.
Joe wraps his hand around your neck and brings your head back up.
“Uh-uh. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He gives you no choice but to look at yourself.
Seeing the way your mouth involuntarily hangs open as he drives his cock deeper inside of you.
“See that? See how good i’m making you feel? There’s no way anyone else could make you feel this good. Such a dirty fucking girl.” His words make your pussy clench around him. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you know he’s close.
His hand releases it’s hold on your neck and starts to focus back on your clit, trying to bring you over the edge.
“Oh my god Joe. Please don’t- fuck- don’t stop. Please please please.” You feel tears forming in your eyes as you beg him for a release. You see him nod through the mirror, allowing you to cum. Your body tenses up as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you lose your balance once again.
Joe grabs onto your hips to both hold you up and give him more leverage to fuck into you, now chasing his own orgasm.
“Baby- oh shit- baby i’m gonna cum. M’gonna fucking cum!” He barely finishes his sentence before you feel his load dripping out of you and down your leg. He stays inside for a few minutes, places kisses along your back before slowly pulling out.
You fix your dress and your hair as he pulls his pants back up.
“Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Joe says.
You smirk at his words, “If i speak to you like that again will you fuck me like that again?”
He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass. “Shut up. Now you can go back to grinding on that fucker with my cum dripping out of your cunt.”
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Part one ^
Track Two: mean - Taylor swift . A&w part 2
Pairing. Billy Hargrove x OC
Word count : 1.8k
When I finally got to my class after receiving a school tour by a kid I can't bother to remember the name of I walk in a take a quick scan of the classroom and students and notice the same guy from earlier, the one from earlier with the mullet.
I try to sneak past the teacher when his back is turned,
I notice that the only chair left is one next to mullet guy. As I walk towards him I notice him straighten up out of the corner of my eye. I sit down and pay no attention to him only seeing him look at me out of the corner of my eye.
The teacher turns around and I see him scan the classroom and land on me
"Ah! New student" I hear him say and I begin to internally cringe when hear what he says next
"Have you been to this school before? You seem to look very familiar"
"Sorry no, I just moved here from Russia"
He stares at me a bit longer but im grateful he let it go.
I can feel Mullet guys eyes on me but an thankfully saved by the bell but not from him approaching me in the hallway
"Alexandra right?" He asks me as I back up on the lockers
" yeah, um I'm sorry did we meet?"
"No, no, we crossed paths briefly In the office. Im billy" he says radiating confidence
"cool" I reply pursing my lips not knowing what else to say
"Im just gonna...." I say walking away quickly
"Wait!" He says sprinting to catch up with me
I stop and turn around already fed up with him and it shows on my face
I stay silent wanting to hate him but finding funny how persistent he is
"How about I take you to the movies tonight? What do you say, 7 a'clock?
I'm ashamed to say I actually thought about it until I heard laughing by the lockers and saw who I assumed were Billy's friends laughing looking at us.
Everything I was feeling in that moment 3 seconds ago has faded.
I stare at him and scoff walking away not daring to look back at him but as I turn the corner I can see him slightly and see him with his mouth gaping and his friends no longer laughing.
I assume they are like this because no one has ever rejected him. hard to believe anyone would since he's the best looking thing that has probably come into this town in the vast 4 years
I'm not gonna lie it felt good to humble him but that feeling was in the back of my mind. But he's the man that peaks in high school and never moves on. That's what mean kids are . Someday I'll be living in a big old city and all he's ever gonna be is mean.
After school
me and my grandma decided since we are in America and in a basically all English to speak a mix of English and Russian just to help my grandma get more familiar with the language.
"Sasha, before you came I went into Chicago for a bit and I found this ice rink. It's only one subway from the big city" she says
"Wait, really? I didn't think there was any around here" I replied partially thinking out loud
Tomorrow is a half day since it's a pep rally which I have no interest watching
"Do you mind if I go tomorrow? Just to check it out because tomorrow is a half day and I have nothing to do?" I ask
"Yes. Go ahead."
Her replies are very straight forward since she doesn't know many other words but I don't mind
The next day
There is this small friend group that I have been talking to recently I mean it's technically just two people but I am talking to someone else who isn't in the "group" but their names are Steve and Robin and the one that isn't the group is Nancy.
When I first walk in I'm met with Nancy by the doors waiting for me
"Hey! Sooooo are you excited for your first American pep rally today??" She asks
"Actually first pep rally ever, I didn't even know they existed"
"Omg that makes it even better !!"
"I'm probably not gonna stay for it though, I'm planning to leave early cause I have errands to run later" I reply
"Come on, it's your first pep rally, here I'll make you a deal , if you don't like the first ten minutes of it then you can leave ." She reasons
"Fine" I reply slightly smiling
We had this conversation while walking to our first period which we both have together so when the conversation ends we reach our class and walk in .
Class goes smoothly along with my classes with Robin and Steve. Time passes and comes the pep rally one of the American teen necessity's as so I've been told. We enter the gym and see the stands filled with students and the floor filled with basket ball players and snobby cheerleaders.
We begin walking up the stands looking for a seat, we eventually find a little section with enough room for the three of four of us. Once I sit down my eyes gravitate towards billy and I guess his did too cause we made eye contact and I swear I have never looked away faster.
The pep rally started with the band playing music and the cheerleaders dancing along to it while the basket ball players stand back. I could still feel Billy's eyes on me the entire time. Steve told me that he is in basketball and Robin told me that she was in band so I was slightly confused as to why they weren't in this pep rally but I didn't pay much attention to that thought.
I have surprisingly made it through almost the entire game without leaving so that's a plus.
As I was watching I noticed the billy took the ball from a player on the opposing team and it felt like he was dribbling the ball for forever but eventually he made his way around the player and threw the ball into the net cheering as he made it. We all began clapping as he made the last shot of the game but I quickly stopped as I noticed he looked my way winking and pointing at me almost as if he was saying "this one is for you" as if we were in some cheesy rom com. Yuck. But all the girls around me were blushing and giggling so I assume it was for one of them
"holy fucking shit, did you see that!" Robin screeches in my ear shaking me while Steve and Nancy laugh
I roll my eyes playfully shoving her in a joking matter
"You can convince us that wasn't for you" Nancy says
"Why would it be for me? I've spoken two words to him??"
"Yeah and those words were rejecting him after asking you out" Steve replied
"It's probably nothing" I brush off
But thank god that's when the pep rally ends and the band plays some sort of music as we all exit and most leave for the day but I stayed back despite saying I was going to leave early. I went to the girls locker room with Nancy to chance into my skating clothes which is just athletic sports bra and leggings.
Me and Nancy enter the locker room expecting no one to be in there since we have assumed everyone has left besides the ones that participated in the pep rally.
"Sooo are you exciting to explore more of America today" Nancy says to me while helping me do my hair
"I mean kinda? I guess I'm just more excited to get back on the ice-" as I was saying that I was cut off my shuffling coming from one of the stalls and whisper shouting
Me and Nancy look at each other confused and I bend down to look under the stall to see if I can spot feet and I see a pair of men's sneakers and one of rainbow flip flops and messily painted toenails.
I cover my mouth to prevent my laugh and look up at a confused Nancy and I silently telling tell her to get down on the floor to see what I seeing.
When she sees them she looks at me and we burst out laughing no longer trying to be quiet. We quickly stand up
"Out of all places to fuck why the girls locker room??" I say purposely loud on our way out to make sure whoever was in there heard me as we make our way to the ice rink
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Billy's pov:
After the pep rally this random girl I've never seen before comes up to me batting her non existent eyelashes. She hands me this crumpled up piece of paper and walks away attempting to sway her hips.
I open the paper and it says "meet me in the girls locker room in ten minutes" I debate wether or not I want to torcher myself more but I couldn't bring myself to care cause she's just one more notch on my belt.
I walk into the locker room looking around and I feel someone dragging me into a stall and she gets down to business very fast..
As we were doing our business I guess I heard two people walk in talking, then I heard the accent that can be recognized anywhere and that pris Nancy wheeler
“So why is your name Alexandra but you go by Sasha?” I hear Nancy ask
“It’s like how some people’s names are William but go by billy, it’s so much shorter than saying al- ex- an- dra.”
“Ohh okay”
And then they continue their conversation but then I remember the position I’m in with- Emma? I think her name was but I couldn’t care but the fact that the girl I’m trying to get just walked in while I’m getting blown messed the the mood and I think Emma noticed cause she started going faster which just pissed me off so I tried pushing her off and she started whisper screaming at me while I started at her and then I heard Sasha and Nancy get quiet for a second which made me think they heard us because of how fucking loud Emma was.
Emma kept rambling and then I heard laughing which shut her up real fast and as I was about to exit the stall I heard Sasha’s voice say “out of all the places to fuck why the girls locker room?” And then their laughter fade out.
Well..
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Y’all this took so much longer than it should’ve. I was supposed to be medicated for adhd but I wasn’t so obviously I couldn’t focus and kept getting distracted but I finished about 900 words in a day which is shocking but anyway I hope you enjoyed it and stream boygenius also this isn’t proof read so sorry for misspells 🤞
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one last night
a five hargreeves x reader
its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.
wc: 2.001
contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.
a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.
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well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.
but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.
but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.
hilarious.
so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.
god, how your life has changed.
you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.
a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.
"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.
"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."
"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.
"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.
"especially then."
when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.
you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.
about you.
he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.
you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.
"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."
both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.
its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.
he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"
you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.
"ready as i'll ever be."
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the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.
after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.
the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.
when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.
after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.
you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.
“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”
your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.
“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”
“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”
“that's still debatable.”
“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.
as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.
you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.
“would you care for a dance, y/n?”
with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.
he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.
“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.
“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”
“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”
five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”
you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”
he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”
“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.
“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”
your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.
“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.
“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.
“just another one of my many talents.”
you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.
but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.
“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.
“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”
“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”
“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”
your chest tightens. “knew what?”
“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.
“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes
you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”
“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?
you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”
.
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Die for me - Part 3
Final Part
Six months… six months since I walked away from Jake. I only went back to get the rest of my stuff. I found an apartment which was perfect for just me.
Thankfully noone from the group picked sides when we ended things. I swear they still think we will get back together but I can't say we will. I do miss him a ton, everything about him honestly. I've tried dating but nothing more than two or three dates and then I end it.
Hannah and Thomas are having a baby and today is the gender reveal party at the Aurora. After asking Hannah a million questions I'm pretty certain it's a girl so I grab my short fit and flair dress that's a soft mauve pink. It's a little chilly this fall afternoon so I threw on my boots and a leather jacket.
Jessy and Dan pick me up because honestly knowing Jake will be there I would chicken out. Especially because I know he's been seeing someone because of Lilly. She tells me it's nothing serious but she's meeting the whole gang tonight, me included and my heart breaks.
There's a knock on the door and it's Jessy. Dan is waiting in the car, so I grab my purse and present and we head over there.
The parking lot is pretty much full with everyone there and I see Jake and his new girl walking in. Dan sees my mood get worse and has Jessy go in. We stand outside for a moment while I catch my breath.
"Dan, how am I going to handle this? She's gorgeous,``I feel the tears forming but I have to stop them.
"Hey it's his loss. Honestly we're all hoping she's just a space filler for now. Also I didn't tell you this but he's asked about you to everyone."
I look at him, "really?" I ask uncertain if I still want to face him.
"Plus your way prettier than her and a better fit for the gang" he says with a chuckle.
"Dan, you don't even know her!" I laugh as he hugs me.
"Nah but no one will be a better fit then you for that hackerman."
"Thanks Dan" I say with a smile as we walk inside.
I put my gift down and go up to Hannah and Thomas and I give them both hugs.
"Hey before you get much further we need to ask you something?" Says Hannah holding my hand.
"Anything you know I'm always here" I say with a smile.
"That's exactly why you want to ask you this. You've been there for us since you became just a random number and we would love for you to be this baby's godmother" she says with a smile.
"Of course '' I exclaim. "Now let's find out the gender so I can spoil them" I say with a laugh.
"Later we will find out, don't worry" she says.
I see Thomas is hiding something, "who is the godfather?" I ask unsure if I want the answer.
"I am why?" I hear Jake walk up and his new girl is attached to him.
"I guess you and me are always going to be apart of each other lives then" I say as my smile fades away.
"Hi, im Ava" says the girl as she puts her hand out.
"Hi, I'm MC" I say as I walk past them.
"What's her problem?" She asks.
"Let me go find out" I hear Jake.
I'm sitting at the bar with a whiskey neat and I see someone sit down. I expect Thomas until I turn to say something and see him. I can't even think of anything to say so I just take a drink.
"Really MC? You can't be nice to her?" He asks.
I sigh "what I said Hi, I'm MC. I'm sorry but that's as nice as you're gonna get from me. If it wasn't for Hannah begging me to come even though you were gonna be here I wouldn't have." I say turning towards him.
He's looking right at me and I see those blue eyes staring back at me. "I'm trying to move on since I thought we were the end game" he says.
"Yeah I thought so too but guess not. How long have you known her?" I ask, looking towards her.
"Two months. I don't know why I even brought her today." There's a pause and I look at him those blue eyes are still holding love as he looks at me. "Wait, I know why. I thought you would have a plus one."
"Well I don't. Nothing more than three dates since I walked out of that house. Tons of guys try but none have stuck yet I guess." I say taking a drink.
"MC" he says and she comes walking up.
"Lets go get some food and introduce me to everyone" she says, taking his hand.
"Jake, I'm sorry" I say before she pulls him away.
I watch them for a bit before some music comes on and Dan comes up to me "I was right. I don't like her."
"She's not a forever thing for him. I can tell you that." I say taking a drink.
"So there is a chance for the best couple to get back together." He has that smirk about him.
I sigh because I guess it's obvious today. "Okay yes I miss him. I miss everything about him. Why do you think I can't date anymore?"
"Because you guys are meant to be. Let me get her away from him and I'll get Phil to play your guy's song."
As he gets up I grab his hand "no he looks happy right now" I say with a sigh.
"You didn't see how he was looking at you when you guys were talking before. He's still in love with you" he leaves and goes to Phil at the end of the bar. I see him grab a beer and a whiskey after a few minutes and I see him walk up to Jake and Ava. He gets her to take the beer and pulls her away from him slowly.
Jake stands there talking to Thomas and then "When You Say Nothing at All" by Alison Krauss starts to play. I look at Phil and shake my head. As I turn around I see Jake walking up to me.
"Did you have something to do with this?" He has that smirk that melts my heart.
"No it was all Dan I swear" I say as I feel myself blushing.
"Well we shouldn't let this song go to waste" he puts his hand out.
"What will Ava think?" I say.
"I honestly don't care. After this is over I'm done with her. I have only room for one person in my heart and I want her back." He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.
He pulls me close and I smell him for the first time all day. As we dance I get lost in his blue eyes that are just filled with love.. I remember when we first danced to this song and the fact it was going to be our first dance at the wedding. I am the only person that can get this man to listen to anything country, yet alone dance to it. The song comes to an end and he dips me down. As he pulls me back up my heart feels like it's in my throat and I'm lost in the moment.I feel a hand tap my shoulder that brings me back to the party. "Um he's mine '' I hear Ava say.
I sigh and let go, he has no idea how hard he just made it for me. "Sorry he asked since it was our song" I said looking at her then walk away.
"MC please don't walk away" I hear him plead.
I stop in my tracks but don't turn around. I want him just as much as I hear his want for me in his voice but he brought a plus one. Dan and Jessy sees the struggle on my face and know what's happening now. I see the smile on Jessy's face but I walk outside for some fresh air.
I sit down at the patio tables needing this fresh air. Until I hear the door swing open, "NO YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!" I hear Ava yell.
I sigh because I needed a moment to think and here they come.
"Ava, I didn't know she was going to be here but you know what I shouldn't have brought you. I should have ended what this was before it even started but I was trying to move on" his voice is calm.
He was never one to yell at a woman even when she's in his face yelling like she is. She storms away " I'm calling a cab. Go have your fun but I won't answer if you call me."
He looks at me but walks back inside. She turns around and sees me. She sits down as she calls for a cab but doesn't say anything to me at first.
I tilt my head back against the wall and close my eyes trying to just refocus why I'm here until I hear her voice say my name.
"MC right?" She asks.
I look at her "Yes. I just want to let you know I never planned for that to happen. I'm not sure what he told you about me but we have a history."
"Yeah he told me you are his ex-fiance. I should've known you would be here and I couldn't win his heart fully if you were still around." She sighs, putting her head in her hands.
"He's a lot to handle, believe me I know. Also I'm sorry you didn't get a true chance with him." I say as the door opens and it's Jessy.
"They are revealing the gender" she says casually.
"You should join us. At least get some more food before you leave." I say trying to be nice.
"Honestly if I see the way he looks at you one more time I'll lose it. The moment you walked in the door, I knew there was history and I had no chance" she says pulling her phone out.
I stand up and fix my dress "okay no problem" I head inside. I think about what she said with him looking at me. As I walk in he looks at me and I swear I stop breathing. He comes up to me but I walk away from him to where everyone else is and they have the cake getting ready to cut it. I stand next to Jessy and I feel a hand wrap around me, I look and see him looking at me. I smack his chest gently and point at the cake. He understands and we watch.
As they pull the cake out I see blue filling and while I'm happy for them I wish it was a girl. I go to pull away but he pulls me close, spinning me around.
He whispers in my ear, " tell me this feeling is mutual still." I melt in his arms and I feel the smile on my skin.
I feel Jessy come up and push a piece of cake between us and says softly "not the place you two."
He pulls away and looks into my eyes "it's so mutual but she's right" I say moving away.
I go to get a piece and Hannah pulls it away from me "what's going on between you and Jake?" She asks.
"I guess we're getting back together" I say, trying to contain my excitement.
"I knew you two wouldn't stay away from eachother long" she chuckles.
"Seriously if you hadn't forced me here it would of been longer but you know I can't say no to this." I grab the cake from her hand and feel arms around me again.
This time the arms are fully around my waist. He isn't even trying to hide his feelings if Ava does walk in. I take a bite of the cake and i see his head on my shoulder and I give him a piece from mine.
"So what's his name going to be?" I hear Jake ask.
"We're still unsure as of now" says Thomas.
"Well he will be loved and spoiled by Jake and I" I say with a smile.
Jake pulls me away and into Phils office. He pins me against the door and leans into kiss me. My lips meet his and it's passionate and rough. I manage to pull away and look into his eyes. He knows he has me melted as he leans in to kiss me more and there is a knock on the door.
"Out of my office you two!" Yells Phil
I giggle like teenagers getting caught and I whisper in his ear, "come home with me.
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