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strniohoeee · 5 months

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OUUUU A REQUEST!!!

SMUT enemies one bed troupe with chris! GOD ID GIVE YOU MY KIDNEY FOR IT

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris with every morsel in her body. They’re always fighting like children. Unfortunately one day her and Chris are stuck together for a 4 hour drive…..I wonder what happens 🗣️

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTTT, enemies to lovers ish, and just my favorite trope ever. This was long asf LMAOO, but I really loved writing it!🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: Friends- Chase Atlantic

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

All of your friends have been here for too long

They must be waiting for you to move on (woo)

Girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone

I was finishing packing for the trip I was going on with the triplets when my phone started to light up. I saw Nick calling me

“Heyyy” I said picking up the phone

“Hiii I’m so sorry to call last minute, but is there any way you could pick Chris up?” He asked

“Uhhh why do I have to pick him up?” I asked getting a bit annoyed

“Well he’s a fucking idiot and we thought he got in the back seat, but he packed his shit in the back seat and made it look like he was in there, so we drove off while he was in the shower” Nick said laughing

“Wow he really is an idiot” I said laughing

“Yeah and he was screaming at us over the phone, so would you be a doll and pick him up. I’ll literally pay you, so we don’t have to turn back around” Nick said

“Don’t worry about paying me I’ll get him, but just know if he pisses me off enough I’m leaving him on the side of the road to hike to Vegas alone” I said back

“That’s fine I completely understand it” he said laughing

“Alright I’m almost done packing. I’ll head out in a few and go get him” I said

“Perfect thank you! See you in Vegasssss” he said before hanging up

A four hour drive with Chris…..I needed a gun actually. I fucking hated this kid and he hated me. We kept our distance at all fucking times, so having to sit right next to him and endure his annoying childish behavior was starting to piss me off.

After about an hour of finishing packing and making sure I had everything. I drove over to the triplets house which was like another 30 minutes. I really liked making Chris wait. I know he was getting so impatient.

I pulled up to their house and texted Chris that I was here, about 5 minutes later he came strolling out.

“Did you lock the door” I yelled out to him after rolling my window down

“I’m not a child of course I did” he said rolling his eyes

“Mmm are you sure about that?” I asked him

Chris rolled his eyes and walked back to the house….he did in fact not lock the door.

“Just saved your ass” I said as he came back and hopped in the car

“Shut the fuck up” he replied slamming the door shut

“Awww what’s wrong” I asked putting the hotel in Vegas directions in and getting ready to drive off

“Well my dumbass brothers left without me, and then you take over an hour and a half to get to me” he said huffing out

“Well if you weren’t an idiot and didn’t pack the car making it seem like you were in there, they wouldn’t have left you” I said driving off

“Yeah whatever I don’t care” he said throwing his book bag to the back of the car

“Well we’re going to be driving together for 4 hours, and I’d like to not be stressed out. I want to listen to my music and have a nice drive” I said looking over at him

“Consider me invisible” he said lifting his hood up

“Oh I consider you invisible on the daily, so this shouldn’t be an issue” I said coming to a stop at a red light

“I’m trying to be on my best behavior because Nick and Matt already talked to me about being nice to you” he said huffing

“So sad they have to talk to their grown brother about being nice to me” I said giggling

“Shut up already” he said putting his shoes on my dashboard and bending his knees

“Are you fucking crazy get your shoes off my dashboard” I said smacking his legs

“Ow you bitch” he said dropping his legs and moving away

“Don’t call me that, and this isn’t your car so show some decorum” I said rolling my eyes

“Decorum…stop using big words” he said getting upset

“Just have respect for my shit” I said huffing out a breath of annoyance

We were an hour and a half in to our drive, and Chris was chewing his snacks like an animal, burping loudly, playing his videos at max volume, talking on the phone at max volume.

I was being very patient, but he was making my skin crawl with anger. My last straw happened when he skipped my songs until he landed on something he liked

“Uh no” I said smacking his hand away

“What?” He said laughing

“I can put up with the loud chewing, the obnoxious volume of your phone and the burping, but do not touch my fucking stereo” I said glancing over at him

“Your music is fucking ass” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Oh sorry I don’t want to listen to songs solely about fucking bitches and selling drugs” I said rolling my eyes

“That’s not the only music I listen to” he said

“Sure seems like it” I said

Chris reached over and changed the song again

“HANDS OFF IDIOT” I said getting annoyed

“YOUR MUSIC IS SHIT” he yelled back

“Should’ve brought your own headphones then” I said

“I did” he said

“So then where are they?” I asked him

“In my other bag” he said in a whisper

“YES in the other bag your dumbass packed in the other car ahaha now you have to listen to my music” I said laughing at him

“Yeah whatever” he said rolling his eyes

Chris reached over to skip to the next song

“DONT” I said sternly, he ignored me anyways and pressed next

“Don’t change this one I like it” I said putting the volume up as Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean started to play

“I like this song too” he said sitting back

“You like this song? Yeah right” I said laughing

“No I do I swear” he said

Chris and I sang along to the song. I can say in the three years that I’ve known Chris this was the most pleasant time we’ve ever shared, and who thought it would be over Frank Ocean. We even sang to each other in a joking way completely forgetting the hate we both share for one another.

We were now 2 and a half hours into our drive when suddenly traffic came to a complete stop.

“What the fuck?” I said looking at my google maps

Suddenly my google maps time went up another hour

“A fucking hour slow down?” Chris said with his jaw dropping

I called Nick to see where they were at.

“Hey where are yall at? We’re stuck in an hour slow down” I said

“Hey, we're a little over an hour away. We got stuck in that slow down half an hour ago but it was only 20 minutes it looked like a 8 car accident or some shit” he responded

“God damn I don’t know if I can sit in an hour slow down” I said

“See how long you can stick it out, and if not just get a hotel and meet us in the morning. I’ll talk to the front desk people in Vegas and see what I can do” he responded

“Okay yeah thanks” I said

We both hung up. We were sitting in stand still traffic for a good 25 minutes when Chris started to annoy me.

“I’m hungry and I have to pee” he whined

“Yeah me too, and you don’t see me complaining” I told him

“Maybe we should get a hotel room” he said

“Mmm or we can wait it out” I said

“I’m going to piss my pants in your car then” he shrugged his shoulders

“Can’t you hold it for another 35 minutes holy shit” I said getting annoyed

“No I can’t. That’s fine I’ll just hop out right now and whip my dick out and just pee infront of everyone” he said unbuckling his seat belt

“You’re not embarrassing me like that” I said stopping him

“Well then the choice is yours” he said smiling at me like an asshole

“Oh my god you’re insufferable fine, I’ll get off right here and find a hotel or some shit” I said

I drove to a gas station first filling up my tank while Chris ran in to pee and get more snacks. He got back in the car and I went inside to pee too.

I got back in the car, and drove to the nearby hotel google maps showed me. We both hopped out and walked in.

“Hi welcome in” the lady at the front desk said

“Hi, how are you?” I asked walking closer

“I’m good, checking in?” She asked

“Actually I was wondering if you guys had two rooms available, or at least a room with two beds” I asked her

“I can check, but I’m not so sure” she said

“That’s fine! There a bad slow down on the highway, so we figured we just pull off for the night” I said nodding at her

“Oh that sucks! Let me check for you” she responded again

I walked over to Chris and told him she was checking. We sat in silence while we waited for her to check the system

“Oh uh maam” she said calling me over

Chris and I walked over to her

“So we have a room, but it’s only one king size mattress” she said

“Only one bed?” I asked her my face dropping

“I’m afraid so” she said

“Are there any hotels nearby that might have two beds available?” Chris asked her

“Considering it’s a Friday night, many hotels are taken up” she said

“That’s alright we’ll take the room, and he’ll pay” I said nodding at her and patting Chris on the chest

He looked at me before titling his head and rolling his eyes.

I walked out to the car grabbing his book bag and my one suitcase.

We both went up to the room, and opened the door. Both sighing in defeat at the sight of one bed we’d have to share.

“I’m going to shower don’t destroy anything” I said to Chris

I grabbed my stuff out of my suitcase and showered. Once I was done Chris showered also.

I tried to stay on the little loveseat and far away from the bed because I did not want to share it with him.

“Movie?” He asked

“I’m sorry, was that English? Are you two years old” I said getting annoyed

“Do you want to watch a movie stupid” he asked rolling his eyes

“Sure doesn’t really matter to me” I said rolling my eyes

Chris and I sat on the bed far away from one another as we watched a movie and ate our snacks. We watched two more movies before we decided it was late enough and we should get to bed.

Chris and I had brushed our teeth, and I decided I would sleep curled up on the loveseat.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asked me

“Going to bed what does it look like moron” I said fluffing the pillow it

“It’s a huge bed big enough for the both of us to share, so put your pride aside and just come to the bed” he said

“No I’m good” I said letting my legs dangle off the edge of the seat and slouching down

“Suit yourself” he said laughing before shutting the lights off

About ten minutes later I really wished I pushed my ego aside and laid in that damn bed. My back was curved in such an awkward way, my legs becoming numb because they were dangling and my neck hurting from straining

“In pain I bet” I heard Chris say

“Says who” I spat back

“Says the fact you can’t stay still and you’re keeping me awake” he said

“Oh shut up” I said getting annoyed

“Just lay in the bed I’ll literally put my head on the opposite end” he said

“I’m not sleeping near your feet you sicko” I replied in a hushed yell

“Well then pick your poison” he said

I huffed standing up cracking my back and neck before snatching my pillow and throwing it on the empty side of the bed

I laid down allowing my back to be aligned and I let out a sigh of relief

“Isn’t it nice when you just shut up and listen to other people for once” Chris said in a whisper

“Stop talking to me and shut your eyes” I said back

He huffed out in annoyance and got silent.

I tried to fall asleep but my mind started racing. I was laying in bed with Chris only a foot away from me, he was shirtless and in his boxers…..my heart started to race a little bit

There’s no denying that Chris is attractive. It's just when he opens his mouth I want to smack him, but also kiss him?? I don’t know what I’m thinking it’s late

We both had full control of this situation…I mean I could make a move but would he go along with it? I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and my body started to ache with an unfamiliar feeling…..well a feeling I knew all too well, but this wasn’t a feeling I’ve ever had for Chris….

My throat kept running dry as I thought of all the possibilities that could happen had I just opened my mouth and told Chris I wanted to kiss him.

No! stand strong…..it’s late at night you don’t know what you’re thinking

“Why are you breathing so hard?” Chris asked me suddenly

“I thought you were asleep” I whispered back to him

“I’m trying too but you’re breathing like you just ran a race” he said back

“Sorry” was all I could whisper back

“No smart comment, I’m shocked” he said

I looked over at Chris only being able to see the silhouette of him, and I could tell he was facing towards me.

“I’m too tired for all that” I said back

“You’re acting weird” he said

“Am not” I said my breathing getting quicker

Chris suddenly reached over placing his left hand on my heart

“Why is your heart racing so fast” he asked

“Get off of me” I said pushing his hand away

“You’re a weirdo” he said

“You ever….you ever just think you’ve made the wrong mistake in life” I blurted out

“Woah deep talks with y/n” he said laughing

“Forget I said anything” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m kidding, yeah of course I do for some things” he replied back

“I feel that way, but uhh but about you” I whispered the last part

“What do you mean” he asks

“Laying here right now my heart is racing and my breathing is getting shallow. To know that you’re so close yet so far away, and that I can’t have you is messing with my head” I told him

“Who says you can’t have me?” He asks in a whisper

“Don’t mess with my head Chris” I said shaking my head

Chris pulled me to face him and only then could I really see some of his features.

“Would it be wrong to kiss you?” He asked me

“No” I whispered out breathlessly

Chris ghosted his lips over mine teasing me

“I thought you hated me?” He said

“I don’t know what I feel about you anymore” I said back

Chris rubbed his thumb on my cheek before connecting our lips in a long passionate kiss. A kiss that made all my hatred for him flutter away. This felt so wrong yet so right. Chris is not supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to despise him….but in this moment I simply can not

Pulling away we looking into each others eyes, our noses touching

“Would it be wrong to say I want more?” I asked him

“No” he whispered to me

“Chris I need you right now” I said running my hands up his toned arms and to his neck

Pulling him in to reconnect our lips as my hand ran through his hair

“God I hate that I don’t hate you” I said pulling away

“Why do you want to hate me?” He asks laughing lightly

“Because it’s easier to hate than to have this burning desire for someone” I said

“I suppose that’s true” he said

Chris leaned over allowing me to fall back on my back as he hovered over me. Leaving light kisses on my neck as he trailed his right hand up and down my body squeezing my hips

He reconnected our lips and slid his hands under my shirt cupping my breasts in his hands causing me to disconnect from the kiss to let out a small moan

I lifted up so he could remove my shirt for me and then reconnected our lips again. Slowly kissing my jawline and down to my neck leaving open mouth kisses down my chest and to the valley of my breasts

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me

“Yeah Chris I do” I panted out

Chris kissed up the valley of my breasts and cupped my breast grabbing my left breast and swirling his tongue around my nipple

“Ohh” I moaned out lightly my fingers running through his hair

He moved over to my right breast doing the same thing. This action alone was making me so wet I began to shift under him and whimpering out

Chris kissed down my stomach kissing over my clothes pussy causing me to grip his hair and moan out his name

He came back up and helped me slip out of my underwear

Running his hands up my legs and to my thighs giving them a squeeze

“Please Chris” I said

“I know” he whispered back

Chris slipped his own boxers off and slowly stroked himself, leaning forward on his forearm his used his right hand to guide his dick to my entrance

Slowly pushing himself in, his breathing hitching at the feeling.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good” he panted out as he bottomed out

He allowed his right arm to lean near my head as he started to thrust into me, my legs spreading wider for him. And my right hand wrapping around his left bicep

He leaned his head into my neck, his hair tickling my face and his chain slowly sliding against my collar bone

His thrusts becoming deeper and harder causing my mouth to fall open

“Oh fuck Chris this feels so good” I moaned out gripping the hair at the back of his head with my left hand.

“Fuck” he moaned out at this feeling

I leaned up a little more and wrapped my legs around his waist, his breathing becoming heavier sounding like a song in my ear. Our chests touch, sending shockwaves through my brain. Who wouldve thought fucking Chris would be this amazing

Chris thrust became faster and my moans fell out of my mouth with no signs of stopping. I never wanted this feeling to stop

“Keep going Chris I’m going to cum soon” I said raking my nails up and down his back

“Okay baby” he moaned out licking his lips as he thrusted into me harder

I laid back down and Chris leans back a bit, placing my thighs over his own as he slammed into me

“Fuckkkkkk” I moaned out gripping the sheets above my head

Chris brought his hand down to rub my clit with his thumb causing my back to arch off the bed

“Oh my god” I moaned out shutting my eyes and letting my mouth fall open

With a few more thrusts I was beginning to shudder on Chris’ dick.

“I’m going to cum” I said

“Come on pretty girl” he cooed at me

He rubbed faster, and suddenly my stomach tightened causing my thighs to shake and my eyes to screw shut

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I came all over him

He helped me ride out my high as I tried to catch my breath. And soon he pulled out of me, stroking his dick a few times before painting my lower abdomen in his cum.

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as I saw him lean his head back and his arm moving to help him ride out his own high

Chris caught his breath before getting off the bed, slipping his boxers back on and turning the lamp on

His eyes glanced over at me, my body in a sheen of sweat as I laid there limp and fucked out

Chris came back with a small wet towel to wipe me clean.

I slid my underwear and my shirt back on. Chris shut the light off and came in closer pulling me to his chest.

“I’m glad you hated me it made for some pretty hot sex” he said kissing my cheek

“You’re such a weirdo” I said giggling

“A weirdo just for you” he said back

Chris and I laid in one another’s arms talking a bit before we both fell asleep.

Our alarm for 6AM going off, so we could check out by 7AM. Chris and I had both showered and packed up our stuff.

I texted Nick that we were checking out of the hotel and heading to grab breakfast before getting back on the road. Thankfully it was only an hour and a half drive to the Vegas hotel.

Chris grabbed our bags and we walked to the car. He placed everything in and before letting me get in the car he gave me a kiss

“God you’re so beautiful” he whispered out

“You’re so corny” I said rolling my eyes and blushing

Chris rolled his eyes at me and we got in the car heading through a Dunkin’ Donuts drive thru for breakfast and hoping back on the highway

We spent the rest of the car ride laughing and enjoying each other's music.

Who would’ve thought sharing a king size bed would right our wrongs….

The End

Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I actually really loved writing this one🤭 so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well! I love yall🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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ashwhowrites · 5 months

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A angst fic based on All too Well.

Plot- Y/N is haunted by the memories of her past relationship with Eddie. A man that was older, hurt her, and left her scarred.

I've been dying to write an older Eddie fic based on this song and I loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it and it paints a picture for you all. The song is amazing, as well as the short film. If you read it, thank you so much <3

This is all angst

I walked through the door with you The air was cold But something about it felt like home somehow And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer even now

Y/N shivered in her oversized coat as she snuggled into Eddie's warm body. His arm over her shoulder as he walked her through the door of his sister's house.

Y/N took in the smell of the gingerbread candle that burned near the door. The room lit up with white Christmas lights around the archway. Photos of Eddie's family covered the walls as he helped her take off her coat. Her scarf unraveled as she took in the Christmas tree in the corner. Y/N placed her scarf on the stair railing, her attention back on Eddie as he hugged his sister. The warm smile on his face as he laughed with his brother-in-law.

Something about the moment felt like home. Like she was Eddie's wife and they were at the in-laws to celebrate Christmas. Their kids would be running around, screaming, and becoming best friends.

Y/N loved that she walked into a real home. And hated leaving it behind. She couldn't smell a gingerbread candle without being thrown back to his sister's house. She remembered how she left her scarf there, expecting to return. No idea in her mind that she'd never see Eddie's sister again.

Oh, your sweet disposition And my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days

Y/N walked around the small park, hot coffee in her hand as she took in the scenery around here. The autumn leaves cover the ground, crunching beneath her boots. The oranges, reds, and yellows were beautiful but she couldn't help but hate it all. The leaves remind her of the falls she used to spend with Eddie. Even after all these days, she could picture it all.

Y/N's eyes were focused on Eddie as he drove. Another trip upstate, something they did every weekend, and she never asked why. The town left behind them as they sang their hearts out. The speakers were loud, the leaves were falling, and her heart was blossoming.

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all 'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well

Y/N knew she and Eddie were done and the magic they once had would never come back. They burned out as fast as they lit up. The pain she felt with Eddie was something she knew she'd never recover from. It was a cut that bled and bled.

She hated that she saw him in everything. Whenever she was stopped at a red light, she swore she felt his presence in the car with her.

The music was loud, Eddie's fingers hitting against the steering wheel. All the windows were down, and Y/N's hair blowing everywhere. She kept laughing as she tried to keep it all in place but never bothered to put it up. Eddie smiled as he watched her. She looked so happy, and carefree. Her laughter silenced the music around him like his ears only wanted to hear the sweet sounds of her enjoyment.

The tires rolled fast down the little town street, the gps leading them far away from home. Hours spent on the road as they listened to music. His hand in hers. He couldn't stop the huge smile stretching across his lips. A slight chuckle left his lips. The deep sound caught her attention, her head back in the car as she looked over to him. She smiled as she caught him smiling at her. It was like time stopped. She saw their future in his eyes.

Then his head turned and he slammed on the brakes. An apologetic smile on his face as he looked back at her, but all she did was burst out into more laughter. The red light reflected on the windshield.

If only she knew he'd slam on the brakes every time she pictured their future together.

Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me

Black and white photos are held behind some pieces of plastic. A thick book on the counter as Eddie's mom's red nails pointed to each picture, revealing the story behind the pose. Y/N listened to every word and memorized every detail. Eddie's cheeks were fiery red as they flipped through the photo album. Pictures of Eddie growing up right before their eyes.

"You had glasses!" Y/N said, she never once saw Eddie in glasses, not even sunglasses. But there he was in a white striped uniform and baseball helmet. He held a bat bigger than him and a big smile towards the camera.

"Yeah! Realized he needed them when he never saw the ball coming at him." Eddie's mom joked, Y/N laughing but Eddie didn't look pleased. He groaned and covered his face. But he knew Y/N loved every second of learning about his past.

"Hopefully our kids won't need those." Eddie joked, his arm over Y/N's shoulder as he turned the page. She felt butterflies in her stomach, Eddie thought of them having kids. She was in awe that he pictured a future for them.

We were always skippin' town And I was thinkin' on the drive down: Any time now He's gonna say it's love You never called it what it was

She should have questioned why all their dates had to be in a different town. She shouldn't have thought nothing of it.

Every single drive was just the two of them. Alone on the open road she always felt something dropping in her stomach as they reached the next town.

It was a relationship, but he never called it what it was. He never admitted it was love.

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah

In the end, Y/N knew there was nothing she could do to save them. She was slowly losing herself trying to be a version of herself that he'd love enough to show off. But that wasn't on her, that was on him and his insecurities. Sometimes she felt peace, with her mind on other things. She could feel her body healing cut by cut, her brain closing out his memory. The peace of forgetting why she was so scared.

But one trigger sends her right back. Her ghost of a body standing in the refrigerator light, a bottle of water in her hand. She got what she needed, yet her body couldn't move. She was stuck in a trance, his ghost touching her shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Eddie asked, his warm hand on her shoulder as he spun her around. She giggled and placed down her water. Her hands laced together in his as he hummed the beat of a song. His warm body against hers as they slowly danced in the dimness of the refrigerator light. He twirled her around and around. She giggled as she felt the air in her hair and the warmness of his eyes on her. The way he held her close and kissed her lips.

She couldn't help but feel like that was what true love was. Even if they never danced anywhere but in the refrigerator light.

And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah

Laughing in the park as they walked down the dark streets. Late past midnight but the night was young for them. Y/N loved the lights and the glow on the pavement from the rain. Her hand was in Eddie's as they followed the trail.

"Why don't we ever do this during the day?" She asked, thinking nothing of it as she kicked the rock in front of her foot.

"Like to have you all to myself." He said, his hand unlocking from hers as he threw his arm over her shoulder. He snuggled her closer, as his eyes watched all around them.

She scoffed thinking about it now. He wanted her all to himself because she was a secret. She was something he didn't want strangers seeing or someone he slightly knew. She wasn't allowed at the holidays or the dinners because he didn't want people to know he was with someone way younger than him.

She was vowed to him. She'd do anything for him and he couldn't even be public with her. She hated how stupid she was. She hated how blinded by his charm she was. She'd shout from the rooftops how much she loved him and would keep his love like an oath. While all he did was find ways to keep her a secret but give her just enough love to latch on to.

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well

"I don't understand why I can't go with you!" Y/N pushed. But it was like everything she said ran through Eddie's ear before his brain had time to process it.

The wedding invite was on the counter, a small piece of paper that started one of the biggest fights of them all.

"I don't see the big deal! I was invited and that's it. It's just a cousin's wedding, you don't need to come." Eddie argued, his voice was loud but he wasn't yelling yet. But he was frustrated, and she didn't know from what.

"It's your family, Eddie! I'm your girlfriend and it has a spot for a plus one. You got a fucking plus one! Why don't you want me there?" She was hurt, and she couldn't understand why he didn't want her there. Why didn't he ever want her there? It wasn't just the wedding. He didn't want her at birthday dinners, holidays, work parties. He didn't want her anywhere unless it was in a home where they were hidden or in a different town.

"I'm not talking about this!" He said, slamming the front door as he walked out of her apartment. She ran to follow him, but he was gone.

That's what he always did. He ran and ran.

She dropped it, letting him attend the wedding on his own. Maybe she was asking just a little too much for him to go out of his comfort zone.

She didn't bring it up. Her friends were dying to meet him so she had them all over for dinner. They brought their boyfriends and she even went through Eddie's phone to ask his friends to join. A couple date night and she'd prepare dinner. She never met his friends and he never met hers.

That night she could tell Eddie was on edge. He barely spoke a word to her, he spent all the time talking to his friends. She couldn't help but see how all the couples were snuggled up, holding hands and whispering in each other's ears. She felt alone as her boyfriend kept moving his chair further from her.

Eddie was lost in a story he was telling, his right hand on the table. Y/N didn't think anything of it, sliding her hand in his like she'd done countless times. He continued the story with no interruptions, but his hand slipped out of hers and he gently placed her hand on the table. Next to his.

His right hand was now busy with holding his glass of wine as he laughed.

When the guests left, she couldn't hold it back. She was screaming and crying. Begging for a reason why he shoved her off like she was nothing. But Eddie never had the answers. He denied everything and tried to make it seem like she made everything up. She felt like she was going crazy. Was she upset about things she shouldn't be?

"I DIDN'T DROP YOUR FUCKING HAND! I GRABBED MY DRINK!" he screamed, his face inches away from hers.

"BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU DIDN'T TOUCH THAT CUP UNTIL I HELD YOUR HAND! WHY?"

And just like every fight, he slammed the door and ran.

Piece by piece he was destroying everything they painted together. The relationship they were building was losing a level by level.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well

She held the phone against her ear as she sobbed. She regretted picking up the phone when he called. Because every time she did, all he did was break her apart more. His apologies never had the word sorry or any realization of his mistakes. Just more excuses for the way he was. He liked to make it seem like he'd never lie to her so he always gave the hard truth, thinking he was never in the wrong since it was honesty.

They say all's well that ends well But I'm in a new hell every time You double-cross my mind You said if we had been closer in age Maybe it would've been fine And that made me want to die

Y/N despised how easy it was for Eddie to move on from her. She hated that there wasn't any hurt left on his part. She took all the hits and had to suffer with the cuts he left her with.

Somehow every time she thought of him, it hurt worse than before. She found new lows and suffered from no highs.

All he left her with was, if they had been closer in age she'd have the relationship she wanted. And she hated him for that. He went after her, he knew of her age the whole time. He made her fall in love, he pursued her and knew she wanted a future with him. He knew all of that and still was with her.

She wanted to die when the words left his lips. All of a sudden, the age was the deal breaker, but it wasn't sudden. It was in the back of his head the whole time. And he was the monster who let her be naive.

You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes Sippin' coffee like you're on a late-night show But then he watched me watch the front door all night Willin' you to come And he said: It's supposed to be fun Turning 21

She smiled as she watched Eddie and her dad laugh over a cup of coffee. The way her dad hung on every word Eddie had to say. She couldn't help but feel so much joy to see Eddie winning over her family.

But now she sat at the table with the cake in front of her. The same table Eddie and her dad sat at as they talked for hours. The flames of the candles burned her eyes, but not as much as the tears that threatened to fall.

She took in the room of people, so many family and friends. She should be happy, and she should feel fine. But he wasn't there and it ruined it all.

"It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one, kid." Her dad said as he pressed a small kiss to her head.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again But I'm still trying to find it

She missed who she was before him. She was put together, strong, and not touched by the destructive hands of a man. But now? She's all crumpled up and hated knowing she'd never be able to be the same again.

Because she always remembers it all.

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

Y/N continued her walk toward home. The fresh air felt amazing as it traveled into her lungs. She passed by a small shop, with thousands of plaid shirts on sale. She felt herself shiver. She hated this time of the year and when everyone would go back to wearing plaid. Because all it did was bring her back.

Eddie held her hips softly as he pushed himself inside and out of her. His rhythm was slow and gentle as she clenched around him. Her hands were in his hair as she gasped against his lips. The way she came around him, his name on her lips was like a prayer. The night he truly made her his own.

She wore his plaid button-up the next morning, his arms around her as she made breakfast. The radio playing as his soft lips kissed her neck.

She tried to shake off the memory as she made it inside. The box he sent weeks ago was still at her front door. She still walked past it without another glance.

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah

As every day passed, Eddie never took the scarf out of his drawer. He took it off the stairs after the night Y/N met his sister. He tossed it in the backseat but forgot to give it back. Months and months that scarf sat in his backseat, neither moving it. She liked that a piece of her was in his car at all times. Like there was a memory of her.

So she never grabbed it.

The night they broke it off, Eddie took that scarf inside. He didn't want to part with it so he kept it in his drawer.

He's over the breakup and he's fine. He's got a new girlfriend and he barely thinks of Y/N.

But yet, every morning he takes out the scarf. He holds it gently in his hands like the way he used to hold her. He knew it was stupid to keep it.

The sweet innocence of the best time of his life. The realest relationship he's ever had. But he knew it would never end with them together. She was too young and he couldn't stomach the stares of everyone knowing. He didn't want to be that guy dating a way too young of a girl.

But the scarf brought happiness and a sense of safety. He remembered every moment between them and it was a relationship that would continue to haunt him, for as long as he held that scarf.

So he sent it back to her in a small box. His final goodbye to her and the haunting memory of his mistakes. A clean state without her ghost taunting him.

Because he remembered it all too well.

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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~late night car drives with bsd charas~

this is an idea i got while listening to depressing vocaliod songs, SO HERE WE ARE!!! these are just some hc i have about how it would go, some charas are COMPLETELY platonic!! (this is mostly platonic in the 1st place tbh) this is my first time writing on this app, and i haven't written anything online in a few years, so if the formatting is weird, PLEASE TELL ME IDK WHAT IM DOIMNHG

chara list: dazai, chuuya, poe, ranpo, and yosano

GENRE: fluff fluff fluff and sillies

enjoy!!

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DAZAI

-HESSS DEEEEEFFF THE TYPE TO BRING YOU ON LATE-NIGHT DRIVES!!!!!

-he would probably be going to some weird ass convenience store with you at ungodly hours in the morning 💀

-HE EITHER SINGS THE MOST DEPRESSING SONGS OR THE MOST UPBEAT SILLY SONGS THERE IS LITERALLY NO IN BETWEEN

-i feel like he would mess with you and fucking drift the car when yall turn

-lets just say you get close to dying more then once 😁

-one time when yall tried to sneak out, kunikida caught yalls asses (your ears still hurt to this day from the mouthing off you got from kunikida)

-all in all, VERY FUN TO GO OUT WITH!!! WOULD RECOMMEND IF YOU WANT CHAOS!!!! OR IF YOU LIKE ALMOST DYING 10 TIMES IN 30 MINS <3333

CHUUYA

-ok so i know i said late night CAR rides BUT CMON WHO DOESNT WANNA RIDE A COOL ASS MOTORCYCLE WITH CHUUYA!??!?!?/1

-mf has HORRIBLE ROAD RAGE!!!

-i hc that when chuuya gets really pissed and the person is super rude to him, he fucking makes their car float...LIKE FULL ON 😭

-AND THEN HELL MAKE THEM SAY SORRY

-but other then his road rage, its honestly pretty chill

-i know that he has a BANGER playlist, I JUST KNOW IT

-i fell like he'd also play around on the motorcycle a bit, BUT AT LEAST HE WOULDNT NEARLY KILL YOU UNLIKE DAZAI (눈‸눈)

-id say its pretty nice and balanced, with enough calmness to make it enjoyable for the most part, but enough thrill to keep asking him to take you out <33

RANPO

-just gonna let you know right off the bat, his ass is NOT driving 😂

-there is a high chance that he JUST woke up and started banging on your door because he had cravings and well, he ran out of his snacks...so OBVIOUSLY he had to bang on your door, its important!!!

-and even if he was completely awake...he would get yall lost so fast

-so you were driving him

-honestly? its kinda funny to see groggy ranpo walk around and try to grab what snack he wants at the convenience store when he's barely awake

-bro literally drops the bag like 5 times (you picked it up all 5 bc you kinda pitied him rn 😭)

-he basically ends up sleep walking his ass outta there

-the ride is mostly quiet, mainly because ranpo falls asleep on the way back

-imagine if you played heavy metal and woke him up

POE

-HE WOULD DRIVE WITH YOU FREQUENTLY, DUE TO HIM BEING A NIGHT OWL

-these car rides would be so peaceful

-ngl he would probably sometimes take you out just to drive with you (its not like gas is a problem for him anyways 😭)

-HE HAS SUCH A GOOD PLAYLIST OF SONGS TO JUST SIT THERE AND DAYDREAM TO

-doesnt seem like a talker tbh, he might ask you if you want to go anywhere specific, but you guys mostly just listen to music together (he saves the story telling for another time <3)

-I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD MAKE A PLAYLIST THAT LIKE KIND OF HAS A STORY LINE SO IT WOULD BE SO FUN TO DAYDREAM TO THE SONGS CUZ YOU COULD CREATE YOUR OWN STORY TO THEM

-you hold karl in your lap and pet him like you're an evil villain (cannon)

-very calming and relaxing drive <33

YOSANO

-UGH IM SO GAY FOR HER

-ngl she kinda gives dazai vibes, in terms of playlist

-there has been more than one occasion when she just drunk-drove you

-LUCKILY YALL DONT DIE??!?!?!??! HOLY FUCK

-shes a small talker, OR A GOSSIPER WHILE YALL DRIVE

-yall just have so much fun talking about the ada and everything that's going on there <333

-would scream the lyrics to any 2010's throwback song, while having a (hopefully) safe dance party

-very fun to be around, and even though she drunk drives, shes def safer then dazai

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baocean · 1 year

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SPRINGSTEEN - JJ MAYBANK

First of my country songs series, listen to the song!!! (Give country a chance, I’m begging you)

Summary: Seventeen years old or twenty-seven, it didn’t matter, you still loved JJ Maybank.

Warnings: none!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x touron!reader JJ Maybank x kook!reader

It had been almost ten years since you last saw him. You could still remember like it was yesterday, though. You were freshly seventeen and were spending the summer on the Banks with your family.

The first time he saw you was when he was passing your beach house in the Twinkie, along with his other friends. John B called a hello out the window and JJ turned his head to watch you play with your little cousins in the front yard until he couldn’t see you anymore.

You were stuck in his head like a piece of bubblegum. Sort of like the one you were popping in your mouth when he first drove by. He memorized the way you looked, the way your white top made your tan skin shine, how your cut off jeans made his fingers tingle. The Ray-bands that were stuck in your messy hair, fresh from the ocean. You were wearing flip flops and still, JJ couldn’t get enough.

He made up stupid reasons to take the Twinkie, drive it across town and down your street, hoping to get another glance at you.

When he did, he pulled onto the side of the road. You were getting out of your car, an iced coffee in one hand and a bouquet of flowers from the supermarket in the other. He thought you looked like a dream.

“Are you new?” He called out the window, swallowing the nerves. He felt like he was talking to a celebrity. Something told him he wouldn’t be as nervous to talk to an actual celeb as he was calling out for you.

“I’m here for the summer. Who are you?” You replied.

“JJ. Would you go to a party with me tonight?”

“Are you going to murder me after, JJ?”

The cute blonde sticking his head out of the Volkswagen Touran was grinning ear to ear at your response. He shook his head, then you smiled, too. You shrugged your shoulders and agreed.

“I’ll pick you up at seven. You’ll be here?” He yelled, smacking his head against the door, it made a loud sound from the metal of his rings.

“I’ll be here. See you tonight.” You smiled and turned to walk up the stairs to the front door.

Fourteen days later, you were pretty sure you had fallen in love. For the first time, you were feeling something like you could jump off a cliff and no matter what or where, JJ would be at the bottom to catch you. Maybe you were just being a silly teenager, but you were certain that’s what love felt like.

JJ would take you to the old shipyard and find a container to sit on and watch the ships sail out onto the ocean or take you to his friend Kiara’s restaurant where you would sit and talk as a date until Mr. Carrera forced you guys out.

At the end of everyday, he’d take his sweet time driving you home, taking the far way around the island. He’d make you so late your parents would be angry every time you got home. You didn’t care, neither did he.

“Don’t go.” You whined one night. Sitting in the Twinkie, in your driveway. It was the third week of summer, it was a hot and sticky night, the ac was blowing your hair in a way that made JJ think you looked like an angel. He gave you a sickly, sweet smile that made you want him to kiss you. You had only known JJ for three weeks but when he kissed you, it felt like it had been years. He kissed you so sweet, he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you over to sit closer to him. It was the best kiss of your life.

At twenty-seven, you still thought about him like the last time you saw him was the day before. You wondered if now, at twenty-seven, JJ would think about you too when he would hear a song from Bruce Springsteen. That summer, at eighteen, JJ was obsessed with him and Snoop Dog, saying he wanted to smoke like Snoop and sing like Bruce. He certainly smoked enough to run with Snoop Dog but you used to laugh and cover your ears when he sung along to the radio.

You were back in the Banks, in the same house on the same street, almost ten years later. The same family you were with the last time were there, except your father. When he died six months ago, he made you promise to start a tradition of making good use out the the house he paid an expensive mortgage for. So there you were, with the same cousins you used to play with in the front yard, now the same age as you were the last time.

When you saw him, he was driving by in a beat up, black Jeep. You were unloading things from your white BMW, the one you had been dreaming of buying since you graduated college from Clemson. He hit the breaks so hard the hodgepodge of items on his passenger seat went flying. You dropped your bags back into the backseat.

You almost couldn’t believe it was him. He was so handsome, the same blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, just all grown up. He let his arm hang out the side of his car as you walked over. You caught sight of your name, tattooed into his wrist. It had faded since you last saw it. He had gotten it a few weeks before you left that summer. You could remember the god awful look your mother gave you when she saw your name, tattooed on the pogue boys wrist as he shook her hand for the first time. You also remembered you didn’t care what she thought, all you could think about is that when he got it, you were holding his hand and he was telling you how much he loved you.

“Is that you, JJ Maybank?” You wrapped your fingers around the door handle and pulled it open, not thinking about what you were doing. You had guessed you just wanted to see him, all of him.

He smiled and it’s like you were sent back into time, the first time he smiled at you, in the same driveway. He nodded, stepping out the car that was still running. JJ needed to see you too, without a stupid door in the way. He wanted to see what ten years did to you.

He grew taller. Even at seventeen when sleeping at the Chateau, he would complain about not being able to rest because of his growing pains. He used to pull you into his body and tell you to kiss it better.

JJ thought you were even more beautiful than you were at seventeen. At eighteen, he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. At twenty-eight, he knew you were the most beautiful woman there was.

That night, he took you out to The Wreck, where Mr. Carrera greeted you, telling you all about Kiara’s successes in Australia. ‘Born in the USA’ played over the speakers in the restaurant. JJ sang along to the lyrics.

“You haven’t gotten any better at singing.” You laughed over the Bruce Springsteen song.

“Yea, I quit smoking too. So there goes both my dreams.” He shook his head, looking up at you through his blonde hair.

“What’s your dream now?” You head your head in your hands, watching him think. His eyebrows furrowed anytime he thought hard about something. You learned that about him early on.

“Move out of my apartment, I’m barely there anyway. Get a nice house on the water and surf a ton. Open up my own surfboard company. Probably marry you, too.”

He took you by surprise. You found yourself thinking the same thing, though. Time didn’t seem to matter when it came to you and JJ.

That summer, you spent any free time with JJ. When he bought the small warehouse to start his business, you were there when he signed the lease. The first surfboard he made was for you. When you got sick as a dog for a week, he was there. You learned how good JJ was at making chicken noodle soup.

Three years later, on the other side of town, the nicer side of town, JJ and you walked along the beach. Your house was just a few hundred feet down. It was a dark blue, with a wrap around pouch and had a hammock you laid in when the sun was setting.

Your boyfriend’s business took off, he was shipping surfboards across the world daily, with lots of orders waiting for him. Your career in marketing was taking off well.

He proposed to you three years after twenty-seven. On the beach your dark blue house rested on. With a ring he saved up his entire life for.

At seventeen, you thought that summer would be the last time you saw JJ. At thirty, you wanted to laugh and tell her she was a silly teenager. You wanted to tell her that her cliff jumping love was real, and it lasted.

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temptingfatetakingnames · 6 days

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The Last Steve Harrington Part 18

AO3 / Part 1 / Part 17

Steve loved the tape. He loved it almost as much as he loved taking his car out for long drives. He didn’t go anywhere; he just rolled the windows down and turned the volume up. Sometimes he parked on the side of the road and laid down on the hood, smoking and looking at the sky, enjoying the quiet and the wind playing with his hair. Other times, he drove as fast as he could on old highway roads, when there were no other cars for miles and only Eddie’s tape for company.

The songs he chose were equal parts expected and unexpected. Steve could tell that Eddie had toned down his own tastes to pick songs that he thought Steve would enjoy. There were a few that he recognized and some that were new. He liked the first song because the lyrics reminded him of Will and Eleven.

Evil power disappears Demons worry when the wizard is near He turns tears into joy Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by

The middle of the tape got much wilder and louder and were all songs that Steve could imagine Eddie screaming and banging his head along to. One of the last songs was probably his favourite, the beat was great and he loved the vocals and lyrics. It was one that he recognized though he didn’t know if it was because Eds showed it to him or if he heard it on the radio on his own.

I've been too long, I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die

And the last song, of course, was Like a Virgin by Madonna. Steve burst out laughing when he finished the tape for the first time. He loved it. He didn’t know how Eddie managed to create a playlist that suited both of their tastes so well. As curious as he was to listen to the B side – he held off for now. When he got home, he ran for the phone, dialing Eddie’s number quickly from memory.

“Hello!”

“Like a Virgin, Munson? Really?”

Eddie’s laughter crackled through the phone and Steve’s clutched the receiver closer to his ear, as if he could prevent the sound from escaping into the air, could keep it all for himself.

“Courtesy of one Robin Buckley, my friend! Had to be included, she said.”

“I’m surprised she was able to strong arm you, especially with music. Madonna on a tape you made?” Steve tsked into the phone with fake disappointment.

“Steve, that woman is truly frightening when she sets her mind on something.”

“So, it was collaborative? And here I was giving you all the credit.”

“Oh, big word for you, Harrington. I asked for her input, she vetoed one or two of my songs… and then made me put on Madonna. Never asking her for help again,” Eddie mumbled, causing Steve to laugh.

“So,” Eddie drawled out slowly, drawing out the syllables. “You liked it?”

“I loved it! Haven’t listened to the other side yet… I’m saving it, I guess? For when I need it.”

Eddie hummed in understanding.

“Which song did you like the best?”

“It’s near the end, I’ve heard it before but don’t know the name. Back in Black?”

“No need to try and be cool, Steve. I already know your favourite is Like a Virgin.”

“Asshole,” Steve said trying to hold back more laughter, a smile very clear in his voice. “You made the tape, maybe it’s your favourite.”

Eddie gasped in outrage. “How dare you?” he asked in a scandalized tone. “It is called Back in Black, by the way. By AC/DC.”

“Hey, why didn’t you put any –” Steve began but was cut off by Joyce.

“Steve? Is that you?” she yelled.

He held his hand over the bottom of the phone and shouted, “yeah.”

Putting the phone back up to his ear he told Eddie, “sorry, gotta go. Thanks again for the tape, I’ll see you this weekend?”

“Yup, see ya then. Next time I’ll put Madonna on the tape first so you don’t have to skip so many good songs to get to –”

Steve laughed and hung up before he could finish. He was still smiling softly to himself when Joyce walked into the kitchen.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked.

“Eddie.”

“Oh? Making more plans for the trailer?”

“Yup. And talking about music. I finally finished the tape he made me. Well, the first side anyway.”

She nodded and moved around him, going to the fridge and pulling out ingredients. She was smiling a little and Steve wondered what had put her in a good mood.

“I was thinking spaghetti tonight?” she asked. “You have to show me how to make that sauce you did last time. It was delicious.”

“Sure,” Steve said. “The secret is Heinz 57.”

Joyce popped her head out of the fridge. “The steak sauce?”

“Yup, about three tablespoons.”

“Huh, I never would have guessed,” she said and grabbed the bottle out of the fridge door, adding it to the growing pile of ingredients on the counter.

Steve went over to the sink to wash his hands before grabbing the peppers and onions. He started chopping them and didn’t notice when he started humming happily to himself.

But Joyce did.

Wednesday was a slow day at Family Video. It was just Steve running the store and he had already done all his work for the day unless someone actually came in to rent a movie. Which he highly doubted would happen at –

He glanced at the clock and groaned when he saw it was only noon. He morosely flipped through a magazine that Robin had left, feeling time drag on…

And on…

And on...

He thought about putting on a movie but couldn’t really be bothered to do it.

After what felt like an eternity later (but was probably only thirty minutes) the bell chimed over the door. Steve looked up excitedly when he saw Dustin coming in. The excitement quickly dried up however, when he saw the steely determined look on his face. He stomped over to where Steve was leaning against the counter, eyes angry and hands bawled into fists.

“Henderson, what’s wrong?”

“You!” Dustin shouted and Steve flinched back.

“What –”

“You won’t talk to me! You avoid me, Steve! I know you do.”

He opened his mouth to deny it but stopped himself from saying the words. Dustin deserved the truth. When he had decided to talk to him at Eddie’s a few nights ago, he thought he would have more time to get his thoughts together. He should have known that Dustin would get tired of his avoidance and do something about it. He had never been the type of person to shy away from uncomfortable situations.

“You’re right,” Steve said. “I have been avoiding you.”

“Why?” Dustin asked in the heart-breaking way of a child trying to understand a fundamental law of the universe. Why would you do that? Why would you hurt me that way? Why why why?

“When you look at me, I can tell sometimes that you’re not really seeing me…” Steve said, holding Dustin’s gaze. “You’re seeing him. You all do, to some extent. Robin does a good job of hiding it but I see it when she thinks I’m not looking. I can take it with the others, I get it. But with you – it hurts more when it’s you because –” Steve cut himself off and looked away, unsure of how to continue without causing more pain. “I needed to know that you saw me, that you wanted to know me,” he finished.

“How was I supposed to get to know you? I tried to talk to you, to include you but all you did was ignore me, even when I was right beside you! I wanted to know you, Steve… but you didn’t let me.”

Steve winced, knowing that Dustin was right. He had unilaterally decided that it was impossible, that Dustin would always miss Other Steve – would always rather have Other Steve – than him. He had stayed away, kept his distance, because he was afraid that he would never measure up to the brother he had lost.

“I was the one who wouldn’t let Eleven give up, you know. She wanted to stop but I begged her to keep looking. I knew you were out there. Then we found you and you’re here… but you’re not – at least not for me,” he said dejectedly, his shoulders hunched and his face defeated.

Of course Dustin would be upset, seeing how Steve had slowly been getting closer to everyone… except him. He hadn’t meant to hurt him, but he saw that he had – deeply. He needed to fix it. He needed to fix it now. The look on his face was one that Steve never wanted to see again. That he had put it there made his chest feel tight with self-loathing.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I didn’t let you. I kept you at arm’s length because – because I was afraid that even if you did get to know me you still wouldn’t be able to see me as separate from your Steve. Or if you did, that you’d be disappointed…that I’m not –” Steve trailed off. His inadequacies compared to Other Steve were something that he didn’t think would ever go away. The fact that he was in this universe at all was a testament to how much they loved him. How much they couldn’t let him go.

“Disappointed?” Dustin repeated, shaking his head. “I like the things that make you different. You play D&D, you loved Eddie… you fucking lived. I do keep looking for my Steve but it’s not for the reasons you think. Jesus, Steve – you have no idea. I see him sometimes, just like Robin probably does – but it’s because it’s rare that we look so hard. You really are a different person and I don’t think it’s only because of the year you survived alone. So yes, I look for him sometimes but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you. I like you for the things that remind me of him and for the things that make you different.”

That was… unexpected. Had he been misinterpreting the looks everyone had been giving him this whole time? No, he couldn’t have been that wrong. At least not in the beginning. Had it changed and he hadn’t noticed?

His whole worldview was being upended and he didn’t know how to handle it. The uncertainty must have shown on his face because Dustin came around to the other side of the counter. Steve turned and waited until he was standing in front of him – but he still didn’t know what to say. His mind was spinning, hopeful yet confused.

“Do you see me, Steve?” Dustin asked, turning the question back on him. “Or do you see the Dustin you lost?”

The question hurt; the pain cutting because that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wanted Dustin to be able to do something that he wasn’t able to do himself. But how unfair had he been to deny them both a relationship they wanted because of his failure?

“Both,” he whispered the agonizing truth. “Always both.”

He thought this truth would hurt Dustin in the same way that it always hurt himself, but the younger boy smiled at him instead. Small and with so much understanding and Steve was thrown by the maturity he saw in it.

“You haven’t given us enough credit, Steve. We knew when we went looking that you weren’t going to be the same as the Steve that we lost – but we went looking anyway. You think it wasn’t something we talked about? That we might find a version of you that didn’t even know us? That we might find a Steve who was so different from who we knew as to be unrecognizable? It didn’t matter, we needed to know – I needed to know that a version of you was alive somewhere. Then we found your universe. A universe that looked so irreparably different from ours that we didn’t expect you to be like our Steve at all.” Tears welled in Dustin’s eyes and his voice turned raspy as he said with quiet weight, “but you were still his brother.”

“I was,” Steve said around the emotion tightening his throat.

“So, why can’t you be mine?” Dustin asked, voice breaking.

The question was soft, quiet – brave. Innocently simple. Why can’t you be my mine? And the answer, of course, was that he could be. So why were the words so hard to say? He nodded quickly and the hope burning in Dustin’s eyes cut right through him. He had told himself to fix it; so that’s what he did.

“I can be,” Steve said with determination and sincerity. “I want to be.”

It didn’t matter, in the end, whose memories belonged to whom. Dustin was Dustin and Steve was Steve and everything they had gone through was still theirs. It didn’t matter that Dustin had lost Steve and Steve had lost Dustin – because right now, they were standing in front of each other, alive. With all the shared history of family between them, and how could Steve deny the miracle of that?

Dustin smiled, widely and toothily and rushed into his arms.

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” Steve said into his hair, holding him closer.

“Never,” Dustin said, clutching him back just as tightly.

Steve couldn’t explain it – but the universe felt right all of a sudden. A missing piece of the puzzle had been found and the whole picture finally made sense. His wrong-footed shoes felt right, comfortable even. They released each other after a moment, surreptitiously wiping their eyes.

“Does this mean you’ll play D&D with us?” Dustin asked sheepishly.

Steve barked out a laugh and reached out to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah,” he said around a wide smile. “I’ll play.”

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-Hello everyone, I apologize deeply for how long this has taken. No piece of writing has challenged me more than this… I struggled so deeply to have these characters express their emotions in a realistic way. Every word was painstakingly chosen, rewritten, changed, changed back, deleted, and agonized over. That whole scene changed so so many times and I really love certain moments and I am completely unhappy with others. I would love any and all feedback! -If you'd like the full playlist for Eddie's tape please check out my note on this chapter on AO3 :)

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #angst with a happy ending #multiverse #the last steve harrington #slow burn

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Sealed Promise

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: A secret, guarded like the royal crown, uncovered by Sherlock Holmes, comes to light.

Warning: fear, pregnancy, fluff,

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

The day gave away, and the night broke over the town, shrouded in a deepening mist. A lonely vehicle, dark as the dawn of war, drove through the rising fog along the road at a slow pace, past the houses mirroring each other with a well-kept garden and withering flowers.

Leaving the city behind, the man drove on and on into the distance, and beyond hills, fields and meadow spreading the scent of spring, miles away from fear and terror, rose a nondescript cottage of smooth stone, a remote world free of pain, screams, violence and fear.

Dark circles reigned under his piercing eyes. His limbs ached and the gun at his side, always handy, was heavy and grew heavier with each passing moment. His fingers, rough and battered, wrapped in leather gloves, clawed at the wooden steering wheel. Endless fields spread left and right from the road, the strange trails running across the land. Thoughts raced through his head. Memories he had forgotten, tried to blind him, telling him he had failed, had lost the last thing he held precious to his heart. Bones protruded, almost piercing his flesh. Calmness flooded his mind. A faint light shone on the horizon, a fallen star. Thomas pulled himself together, inhaled sharply, and the weight, the burden on his chest grew faint and he felt free of guilt and pain, and the darkness hunting him like a shadow, a loyal hound faded into oblivion. Driving faster, he didn't curse, ignorant of the rocky path, and drove quicker up the slope. No more smoke emerged out of the exhaust, and he settled back and let go of the steering wheel.

The bonnet of the car reflected the beauty of the moon like a polished mirror. The smell of rain was in the air and the wind greeted him with open arms and brushed through his hair, but the man turning towards the house of different coloured stones did not shiver under the harsh touch. He closed the door with care, did not wish to frighten, alarm the woman inhabiting the cottage on top of the hill.

Light flickered in the living-room; the silhouette of a woman danced through the house. Thomas smiled. Stuffing the keys into his coat pocket, he strolled towards the gate and followed the narrow path framed by tulips leading to the bluish door. Out of the inside pocket of the coat, close to his heart, he pulled a key out. A red-coloured bench was below the window to the left, and he remembered the moments of the early hours of the day when the sun rose from the depths of the sea and he sipped on a cup of coffee while listening to the voice of his love.

The man stopped and listened to the peaceful silence he had longed for the moment he had climbed into the automobile and made his way to his family, asking no questions if the man disappeared without an excuse and reappeared without explanation. Chuckling Thomas Shelby listened to the song the gramophone was playing. It was the record he had given his girlfriend for Christmas, a lovely melody, a song of love and adorations and long walks under the sun at the beach.

He didn't knock, put the key into the keyhole, turned it and entered the house of the woman he had given his heart to and Y/N sheltered and protected the gift, the present of endless love. The smell of baked bread welcomed him home, the place he could be a man, a gentle lover, not a businessman, a Shelby.

The humming and buzzing made no sense, but it sounded like music to his ears. Her name crossed his lips and the door closed, and he took off the shoes, placed the polished black shoes next to the door next to hers, and turned around and hoped to see her. He searched for her and turned to the kitchen, but she was not standing at the richly set table nor by the stove. His fingers played with the buttons, undid the buttons of the long coat, hung it up and loosened the tie around his neck, resting on the plain button-down.

"Thomas," Y/N called out.

The man turned and walked towards her a few steps away from him in the living room of yellowish tapestry. The fatigue deep in his bones was gone, wide awake and his heart was beating in a soothing rhythm, forgetting his life, the life behind the high fence of bright rock and the moment their eyes met a life beyond the borders no longer existed.

His features, once striking as the rocks piercing the ocean, the skimming waves softened, were no longer stern, did not pierce the air like a horde of barbarians, no daggers silencing people, were loving and sweet, carrying as the words of a lovely poet.

Walking towards her his eyes slid down her body. He did not speak, wanted silence to reign. The tie fell and smiled as he focused on the ever-growing bulge and the sight made his heart swell. Her familiar scent enveloped him like a coat. A serenade played in the background. His left-hand settled on her back and the thumb of his other hand slid over the bulge he couldn't take his eyes from. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the loving touch, and leaned her head against his chest.

"I was in deep worry," Y/N whispered.

Her voice broke, shattered into tiny splinters, a broken mirror.

"Nothing can happen to me. What can happen to me?" Thomas interjected amused.

"I can help myself but I worry about you. I know you are a capable man and you can protect yourself, but my love for you makes it impossible to find a moment of peace. Otherwise, you'll arrive on time, sharp five, and if you hadn't come in half an hour, I would have called someone.", "I'm sorry my darling, I didn't mean to scare you but I had to take care of something but it's all right. But you don’t have to worry, I am here now." his warm breath brushed her cheek.

Thomas laughed out, stroking her back reassuringly, wandering up and down, enjoying her closeness.

"Nothing happened to you?" Y/N asked.

"No, nothing you have to worry about. I will always return." Thomas answered.

His hand rested on the back of her head, brushing the curly hair.

"How was your day? I saw you in town, around twelve. You were buying groceries," he asked.

"I know. I saw you and your brothers. You all look very much alike. I wanted to bake an apple pie, but I was out of apples and the apples of the apple tree in the garden are still not ripe, too sour to be consumed," Y/N explained, knowing he didn't like it if she walked around town on her own, without protection.

He tensed under her touch.

"Thommy, you don't have to worry. I wore a coat. No one noticed our little miracle and even if somebody accused me of being an immoral woman, unmarried and pregnant, then I wouldn't care. I have more important things to care and worry about than the talk of a woman who has nothing else to do but to talk about other people." Y/N said.

"I'm sorry." Thomas apologised again.

Gazes met. Pain was lingering in his shaking voice and Y/N read him like an open book.

"You have nothing to be sorry for at all. You want to protect us, me, and our little one. I don't mind that your family doesn't know about me, that soon people will look at me differently, they can talk and throw food at me. I don’t care, Thomas, I know the truth. You love me, and you are the man I wish to spend the rest of my life with." Y/N assured him pulling her into a tighter embrace.

Thomas closed his eyes, having seen too much pain and agony, needed to protect Y/N from the suffering of his life, but not wanting to miss her closeness, wishing to wake up every morning by her side and he knew what had to be done.

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collectivecloseness · 5 months

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Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

#guys I swear I’m not making these up the numbers all match thank god I’ve been obsessed with my character playlists this year lmao #great choices!#also I know enter sandman was 91 but it’s maybe my fav Metallica song forgive me for inc it lol #as a note this plot was either gonna be this or Eddie in a v 80s cherry bomb crop top #ONE DAY I will write Steve and Eddie properly into a crop top it is an important mission in my life #but another plot I had for a rq has someone in an outfit to do with the song #these r definitely turning into more like fics not blurbs sorry hope that’s okay lmao #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson blurb #stranger things #my fics #ask #anon #2k

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ratedfleur · 5 months

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get in.

↳ an excerpt to ganda and pogi’s world.

zhanghao x fem reader 1.2k word count genre ୭ explicit

tags: dom!hao, filo gf, car sex, slight voyeurism, breeding, slapping (like once)

request? yes! by the one and only, 🎻!

part 2.

3 hours into the drive, you and hao still haven’t arrive to your destination.

“can you connect my phone, ganda?” hao asked as he drove, eyes focused on the road while you busied yourself with his phone, connecting it to the car.

at the stoplight, hao picks a playlist, setting a mood in the car as he drove. his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, humming and singing along to his picks.

an hour and a half later, a familiar melody plays.

Mukang tayo'y inabutan sa gitna ng daan

this makes you raise your brows as you typed on your phone, “odd song choice, pogi. akala ko you don’t like that song..” you muttered, listening to hao hum along.

kanang kamay sa pagitan ng hita, habang isa ay nagmamaneho 'di na kailangang biglang lumiko, ating igilid nang nakapreno

you could feel how hao’s hand that rested on your thigh kept inching upwards, squeezing your thigh ever so often as he drove.

you squirmed in your seat, growing wetter by the minute as hao kept groping your thigh, inching towards your clothed core.

hao eyed you, smirking slightly as you squirmed in his grasp, lips pursing to keep your whimpers inside.

he keeps driving ‘til he sees a run down gas station, lights in the area dimmed in the old city. he quickly unbuckles his and your seat belt, tapping your hip.

“lipat.” hao mutters.

this gets you going, you quickly get into the back, immediately slipping your panties off from beneath your skirt. how convenient nga naman.

hao’s mouth immediately waters as he slipped his own bottoms off, leaving them on the ground beside your soiled panties.

he sits lowly, making space for you as you sat on top of him, his cock sliding in between your folds as you grinded and kissed him.

hao moaned against your touch, hands squeezing the places where you knew that he liked while he helped you grind against him, your slick made it easier for hao to grind against you.

“mhmmm ganda, let me fuck you..” he said as he pulled away, kisses moving down to your jaw and towards your neck. you threw your head back, “that eager to fuck me, pogi?” you moaned as hao’s cockhead kept catching on your hole, nearly slipping in.

“sige na, ganda. i want you— aaah!” hao moaned when you rose your hips, one hand holding onto his cock as you sunk yourself downwards.

you pant, feeling him deep inside you. your walls pulsed around him, making hao feel weak.

his hands find their place on your waist, keeping you close as you bounced on top of him.

sa loob ng aking bmw sedan, fuck fuckin' saking bmw sedan

“bilisan mo pa, fuck..” hao grunted underneath you, his hands holding onto the sides of your hips whilst you planted your feet flat on the seats, bouncing harder and faster.

your hands press onto hao’s skin, his digging onto your hips as he chases yours. your forehead falls onto his shoulder, panting as you could feel deeper inside of you.

hao’s moans are quiet, they’re discrete, almost silent, while yours were loud, they were echoing in the car, threatening to spill out of the car.

your knees dug into the leather seats, slowly going on your knees for easier leverage.

“ugh fuck, jesus christ.. ganda, ang sikip sikip mo— fuck!” hao moaned, throwing his head back as you bounced even harder, ass slapping against his thighs, boobs bouncing against his chest, slowly filling the car with the smell of sex and sweat.

kahit anong pwesto kung saan ka kuntento, yung titig ko deretso lang sa 'yo habang binabayo

“ang laki mo haaaa..” you mewled, panting as hao thrusted upwards, your clit left forgotten.

he rolled his hips harder, then faster, creating a stable rhythm that made you cry against his shoulder.

“ano? talo ka na? ang hina hina mo naman, ganda. at least let me cum in you bago ka sumuko.” he degraded you, making you sob as his fingers crept up and pinched your nipples stimulating them.

sige magalit ka fuck me harder

you looked up from his shoulder, hand holding onto hao’s jaw as you leaned in, sharing a deep kiss where it was all teeth, tongue, and bites. hao kissed like an animal, he was going feral over you and your body like a predator hunting for food.

you nip at his lips, biting it enough to make hao wince and pull away.

his thrusts continue to be erratic, chasing for orgasms at the edge.

“sige, mag ingay ka lang. let me hear how a whore moans.” hao says, quickly slapping your cheek which makes you yelp.

your moans are continuous, like a perfect harmony that hao loves to hear no matter what time of day.

“dirty whore huh? yung nagpapakantot nalang kung saan? kung ilabas kaya kita, doon tayo sa hood— ugh fuck, sa hood kita kantutin, gusto mo din ‘yon?” hao grunted as he pounded into you with no remorse, simply listening to your moans that makes him grow harder inside of you.

“you look so pretty, ganda.. alam mo ba ‘yon? ang ganda ganda mo.” he mutters, placing kisses on your neck as you moaned as a reply.

“so fucking good, so fucking pretty, so fucking tight.. all. for. me.” hao emphasized his words by thrusting at every word, making you whine and scratch him as you slightly bounced on his cock.

“haaa fuck fuck! tangina hao!” you cried out loud.

“god, ang sarap.. holy fuck, wait wait ah!! hao ko!” you cried out even louder when hao precisely hits your g-spot, making you squirm on top of him.

“fuck ano ba, quit moving.” he curses, holding onto your hips tightly to stop you from moving,

“shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come!” you whined, shaking under hao’s touch as he rubs your clit when you spoke, his thrusts are even faster than earlier, eager to make you cum.

“cum all over me, ganda.” hao mutters before your orgasm explodes, immediately dripping out of you even if you clenched around hao’s dick tightly.

your clenching gets hao cursing as he fucks you harder, balls slapping against your ass while your ass slaps against his thighs.

“kung wala lang tayong lakad, i could fuck you here all day, kahit may mag-park pa sa tabi natin, i’ll fuck you for them to see.” he says before taking his entire length out, leaving the head only to slam and push it in one go, bottoming out once more before shooting ropes of cum inside of you, mixing with your release.

hao stayed situated inside of you when you spoke, “haaa… aalis pa ba tayo?” you weakly asked as you lied your head on hao’s shoulder, legs quivering below you.

“bakit? gusto mong dito nalang tayo so i can fuck you?” hao abruptly thrusted into you once more, making you moan his name.

while getting off of him on shaky legs, you quickly lied down beside him, spreading your legs for hao to see both yours and his cum dripping out of you.

“my god, al. you’re insane.” hao says before leaning down, kissing you hard as he grinded against you, slipping inside as if he didn’t just cum inside of you.

let’s just say hindi na kayo natuloy sa trip niyo and instead stayed in the area after a few rounds of car sex.

#mikha’s works.#— ganda & pogi #zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 imagines #zb1 smut #zb1 scenarios #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #zhanghao smut #zhanghao x reader #zhanghao imagines

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book B - Part Four

Summary: You and Steve Harrington are together, and while he reflects on his love for you, you're trying not to get killed.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, canon-level violence and gore

a/n: i do not accept nancy slander. i do, however, encourage stancy slander

Masterlist

It turned out that Spaghetti-Os were quite possibly the most delicious food in the world after not eating for nearly 24 hours.

You and Eddie had shared the second last can this morning, going halves while awaiting any other kind of food to be delivered by Nancy and the others tomorrow. Eddie wasn’t exaggerating last night, Rick really had nothing in his kitchen. You had even resorted to checking through his bedroom for any kind of food that he’d left behind.

So, half a can of weirdly mushy Spaghetti-Os it was.

You had somehow slept worse last night than you had in the days prior. Between worrying about you and Eddie getting caught, your boyfriend being separated from you, and Max being cursed, sleep was becoming a foreign concept to you.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had gotten a good night’s sleep. As you laid there on the floor of the boatshed, wrapped in a blanket, you couldn’t help your mind wandering to Steve, and the last night that you had spent with him before all this shit got turned upside down.

You couldn’t help looking at Steve as he drove. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on your thigh. It was like something out of a movie. You were both still in your work vests, after a spur of the moment decision to go to the lookout to see the stars after you finished work. You had to be up early for an opening shift with Keith tomorrow morning, but Steve had the day off, which was probably why he wasn’t fazed about the time of night.

He glanced over at you, and you smiled at him. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said. “What am I not allowed to look at you?”

“No, you can. But you had a weird look on your face.”

You scoffed. “Oh, sorry for wanting to look at my boyfriend. I’ll be sure to tone it down next time.”

He shook his head and laughed. You turned away from him, watching the still night fly by as Steve drove, the only sound coming from the radio. You didn’t even realise you had started humming along to it until Steve squeezed your leg and said, “Do you know this?”

You turned to him, confused. “What?”

He took his hand from your leg to turn the music up. “This song. You know it?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his excited expression. He was practically vibrating in his seat. “Of course. It’s Everybody Wants To Rule The World. You listen to it all the time, so why wouldn’t I know it?”

Steve’s smile got even bigger. “I didn’t know you liked Tears for Fears. I didn’t think you liked this kind of music.”

You gave him a look. “They’re not exactly my taste, but I don’t hate them.”

“So, why do you listen to it?”

“Because I like you, and they’re one of your favourites,” you said, as if it was obvious.

Steve didn’t say anything for a long moment, and his eyes glanced between you and the road, as if he was trying to gauge you.

“Steve?”

You saw him swallow, and his smile turned soft. “You know I like them?”

The way he said it made something pain in your chest. “You’re my boyfriend, baby. Of course I know that.”

There was something so gentle in his gaze as he looked back at you, something that made your heart go into overdrive. He shook himself out of it when he almost missed the turn to the lookout. “Maybe there’s hope yet to convert you to popular music,” he teased, but you heard the hidden words that he didn’t say. The gratefulness that you loved him enough to know what he liked.

You laughed. “Over my dead body, Harrington.”

You two had ended up falling asleep in his car that night, and you were totally late to your shift, almost jumping out of your skin when you woke up and it was mid-morning. You had started slapping Steve awake as you grabbed his wrist to check the time on his watch. He hadn’t been at all worried about you being late, he had just laughed while you tried desperately to fix yourself up in the rear-view mirror.

You had gotten a chewing out from Keith about that.

That night seemed so far away from where you were now. You would have never guessed that you and Eddie would be wanted for murder in less than a week after that night.

You glanced over at Eddie, who was laser focused on throwing tiny rocks into an empty can. He was already down 3-1 to you.

You honestly weren’t even sure what rules you were playing by; you just knew that you were winning.

He missed two, the rocks scattering along the concrete floor, but nailed three. He sent you a look as if to say, I win, and you just scoffed. “I’m still winning.”

“I don’t know what planet you’re living on, but I just overtook you.”

“What? No way. That only counts as one point,” you argued.

“It does not,” he said, getting up to collect the rocks he’d lost. “That’s three points.”

You threw a rock at him, hitting him on the side of his cheek.

He shot you a look. “Quit being a sore loser.”

“Quit cheating.”

He took his seat back down across from you. “I know that Harrington is clouding your mind constantly, but you should at least be able to see that you’re wrong here.”

You knew he was teasing you, but you threw another rock at him just because. “Leave Steve alone.”

“I didn’t say anything bad,” he said, throwing a rock at you. You were too slow to react, and it hit you in the neck.

“But you were thinking it.”

“Can you blame me? I still don’t like him.”

You turned away from him and back to the can, letting rocks fly. “I don’t know why. He hasn’t done anything to you.”

Eddie shot you a look as if to say Really?

You rolled your eyes. “He has actually changed, you know. Do you seriously think I’d be with him if he hadn’t?”

“I don’t know. You were pretty obsessed with him when he was a dick.”

You frowned. What a low blow.

Yeah, he had you there. But that had been before the cafeteria incident, back when you were just friends who had drifted apart due to differing interest. You supposed that you had always been intertwined with Steve in one way or another.

You knew that Eddie was just looking out for you. You two had already hashed out your feelings about you getting closer with Steve, and Eddie had promised not to bring it up again. At least, not in the way he had months ago. That had been one of your worst and longest fights, but it had led you to getting with Steve, so you guessed it had been a blessing of sorts.

“Yeah, well,” you said. “Either way, he’s changed.”

Eddie smirked, knowing he had you beat. He didn’t say anything though, he just continued tossing rocks with that obnoxious look on his face.

The two of you froze, however, when gravel crunched outside, and car doors slammed, followed by multiple pairs of footsteps.

You and Eddie stared wide-eyed at each other.

It couldn’t be the party with Steve. Nancy had said they wouldn’t be there until tomorrow.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you peered through the window and spotted Jason, Andy, and Patrick, with a tyre iron, wrench, and baseball bat. “Did I shut the door?” you whisper-shouted at Eddie.

“How the hell would I know if you shut the door?” he whispered back, reaching for the walkie talkie.

You watched them walk up the front door, biting you lip as you realised you left it open.

Eddie called for help, but your hopes died when no one answered.

You shared a look with Eddie. You were on your own.

“Hey, uh, Henderson? Could you maybe clarify what kind of clues we’re supposed to be looking for here?” Steve said as he swung his flashlight around aimlessly.

“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes,” Dustin replied in a terrible British accent. When Steve didn’t respond, he continued, “Sherlock Holmes?”

Steve shook his head. He had no idea what the hell the kid was on about.

Dustin scoffed. “Just another reason why I like your girlfriend better than you.”

Steve scrunched his face. “OK, first of all, ouch. And secondly, just because she knows every little nerdy thing that goes on in your mind doesn’t make her better than me.”

He knew that it wasn’t true. You were better than him, in every way that mattered. It was one of the reasons that he loved you so much. He tried not to think about you being back at Reefer Rick’s alone.

He knew that technically, you were with Eddie, but that didn’t count for anything as far as Steve cared.

Dustin didn’t bother to reply. He just left Steve in the room by himself, going off to search God knows where, leaving Steve to search.

Steve could practically feel the spiders still crawling on him as he backed out of the room and slammed the door shut.

“Don’t go in there,” he said to Nancy, who tried to get him to stop moving and pulled the webs out of his hair.

“If there’s a spider in there, you’re never going to find it until it lays eggs and all the little babies spill out,” Robin teased as she walked past.

“What is wrong with you. Robin, seriously,” Steve said, brushing at the back of his hair. “She’s got problems.”

“Tell me about it,” Nancy replied, making sure the last of the cobwebs were gone.

“It’s cool you two are friends now,” Steve added, and he meant it. It was weirdly comforting to have all the people in his life getting closer. “Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, and save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out or something. You know? Me, Robin, you, Jonathan, and Y/N.”

“Uh, yeah sure,” Nancy said. “How is everything going with the two of you? You know, with all this…stuff going on?”

Steve couldn’t quite detect the tone behind her words. He turned to her. “What do you mean?”

Nancy shook her head. “I was just…being nosy, sorry.”

“No,” Steve interjected. “Uh, yeah, it’s going about as well as you’d expect. Y/N’s freaking out. I’m freaking out because she’s freaking out. Then she’s freaking out because I’m freaking out about her freaking out. And we just keep going in circles.”

Nancy nodded. “Ah.”

“But other than that, it’s yeah, good. She’s, like, way better than me in every way possible, and she’s honestly totally out of my league.” Steve hadn’t even realised he had started to ramble until he caught Nancy’s smile. “What?”

“Nothing. You just sound really happy.”

Steve paused.

He was happy. Happier than he had been in a long time. You coming back into his life had been a long and tedious process, but he would have taken as much time as you needed. He would have done whatever you wanted as long as you spent even just one hour with him.

He had been happy with Nancy, for sure. They had had their good times while they had been together, when he had loved her and she hadn’t loved him.

That was the difference between the two of you.

Because while Steve gave Nancy everything, he didn’t get any of it back. She had taken his love, even when she knew she didn’t love him back.

But you…You showed him everyday just how much you loved him.

It showed in the tiny details you remembered about him. In the way that your eyes lit up when he entered a room. In the way you wanted to be around him all the time because you knew how lonely he was in his big house. In the way you would walk all the way to work just to bring him lunch, just because you wanted to see him and make sure he was eating.

He loved you, even if he had been too scared to say the words yet. Because for him, love had never been unconditional. His parents’ love depended on his grades, and his job, and his friends. Nancy’s love had only been there when she wanted to pretend it was.

Your love was constant, unwavering, even in the face of everything you were going through.

Nancy might have been his first, but you were forever.

And he was determined to tell you that.

You swore that your heart had never beat so hard for so long.

You and Eddie had sat in mostly silence for hours, praying with every bone in your body that Jason didn’t think to look in the boatshed.

Eddie had been trying to reach Dustin with the walkie, but the little shit hadn’t been answering. You knew for a fact that he never went anywhere without it. So, whatever the reason was that he was ignoring you, it had better have been a fucking good one.

Your biggest fears were confirmed when Eddie swore and jumped into the boat. “Jason is coming. He’s coming to the boatshed.”

He pulled you in, and you started paddling with the oar as quietly as you could while Eddie fussed with the motor. As soon as you were far enough, he could start it and you two would be out of there.

You cringed every time the water splashed a little too loud.

“Holy shit. Hey, freaks! Where do you think you’re going.”

You and Eddie spun, eyes catching Jason and Patrick on the water’s edge.

“Shit,” Eddie said, and tried desperately to start the motor.

“Pull it, Eddie!”

“I’m fucking trying! Come on,” he said to the motor, “you piece of shit!”

You kept paddling with all your might, but you weren’t going anywhere with Eddie moving around so much. “They’re getting in the water!” you told him. “Hurry up!”

The engine only spluttered, and Eddie leaned down, frantic as he said, “Come on, you gotta help me out here man.”

But the engine didn’t start, it only continued to cough and splutter as Jason and Patrick closed in.

“Goddamn it!” he yelled and spun around to you. “Fucking paddle!”

You were paddling as fast as you could, and you wished that you had grabbed the other oar that Steve had taken from the boat. Two was always better than one. Especially when you had two jocks after you that you were fairly sure were going to kill you.

Eddie suddenly ripped the paddle from your hands and spun around with it, waving it at Jason. “Hey! Stay back, man!”

You could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears. You were going to die.

You vaguely heard Jason and Eddie shouting, but you were too busy leaning over the boat, using your hands in a desperate attempt to keep you guys moving. You had to keep moving. You had to get away.

Suddenly, there was a huge splash, and you turned just in time to see Patrick’s body floating mid-air, his head pulled back, and his arms and legs spread out by his sides.

Eddie stepped back to try and get away, but he tripped, going straight overboard.

You could only watch on in horror as Patrick’s arms and legs started to snap, followed by his jaw and other bones. The cracks echoed across the empty water and bile rose in your throat as his eyes were pulled into the back of his skull with a dreadful squelch.

And then he was falling, hitting the water as dead weight.

You could hardly breathe. You could hardly think about anything other than the sickening crunch of bones.

But then, something grabbed the side of the boat. You shrieked, spinning, only to find Eddie struggling to get back in.

You quickly pulled him up and into the boat. He grabbed the paddle from where it had dropped and started paddling. He had a newfound strength as he managed to get the boat away from where Jason was screaming and towards the other side of the lake.

“Where do we go?” he asked, and there was a waver in his voice. This was the second time, you realised. This was the second time that he had witnessed Vecna killing someone. You had been right the other day. It was so much worse than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know,” you said, trying to work out where you could go that would be safe.

“Well hurry up and work it out!”

“Let me think!” you yelled, putting your head in your hands.

You couldn’t go into town. You had nowhere else to go that was safe. That wouldn’t put other people in danger. The only option was the woods. You would have to hide out there and try and work out a way to contact Steve and the others. It dawned on you then.

“Skull Rock,” you said, looking up.

Eddie kept paddling, even as he looked back at you. “What?”

“We go to Skull Rock. It’s secluded enough, and no one would think to look there.”

Eddie was puffing by the time you reached the shoreline. You both pulled the boat up onto land, enough that it was hidden from the water.

“Do you know how to get there?” Eddie asked, abandoning the oar in the boat.

You nodded. “I think so. It should be not far from here.”

Pushing aside branches and shrubs, you tried your best to find your way in the dark. Everything looked different without the light, and your heart was still thrumming in your ears as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

“How do you know about this place?”

“Steve and I come here sometimes,” you answered. You really didn’t want to say any more than that.

Eddie obviously got the hint and dropped it.

You hoped that Steve was safe. You hoped that Max was alright. You hoped that the others weren’t in any danger. Well, any more danger than you had left them in.

It didn’t take you long to find Skull Rock, and when you got to it, you collapsed against it.

Eddie did the same beside you.

You wanted to say something, but your tongue felt cemented into your mouth. Eddie didn’t say anything either. So, you let the silence stretch, praying to any gods that might be out there that you wouldn’t be found.

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Chapter 23.2:

Freedom felt like summer then, on the coast…

Masterlist - Part 1 - Next

TW: spicy; implied smut; 16+

"Sardinia?" I asked and Charles nodded "I love it!" I climbed in his lap and hugged him.

"Yeah? Good choice?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"Best choice!" I kissed his cheek and he smiled "Beautiful beaches, good food!"

"Yeah, that’s what I thought as well. 4 days just you and me. La Dolce Vita." his eyes lit up "Now come on! Let’s go!" we got up and left the jet, walking to a grey SUV that was already waiting for us, getting in.

"We start off with another surprise." Charles was all giddy and his excitement was contagious "Close your eyes! Open them when I say so, okay? No peaking!" he helped me out of the car and then stood behind me, covering my eyes. We walked a few steps before we stopped.

"Look!" Charles took off his hands from my face and I opened my eyes. A beautiful 1962 LaFerrari in bright red stood in front of us. My favourite Ferrari as Charles knew.

"Woooow! Now that’s a beauty of a car." I said and walked around it "They didn’t have a F40 for you?"

"Unfortunately not. But this one’s beautiful too, look at the seats! And it’s a cabriolet, perfect for today!" Charles smiled at me and I looked up from where I was bending over, beaming at him.

"Yeah? Well you didn’t tell me what we’re doing today?"

"We’re having a little road trip today, from Cagliari down the coast to a little special place… you’ll see! Come on!" Charles opened the door for me and I hopped in.

"You’re the driver, that means that I’m the DJ and responsible for the music…" I smiled but when I saw that the car had the original radio set up, I was a little disappointed.

"Open the glove compartment…" Charles looked at me and I opened it. A new radio inside "The old one only works to turn the volume up and down and switch to the next or previous song…"

"So we can listen to my special road trip mix?" I asked excitedly and he nodded.

"But it’s not a Taylor Swift play list? Like just Taylor Swift and nothing else… right?" he looked at me and I didn’t answer at first "Lizzie…"

"Would you just give her a chance!" I pouted and Charles sighed.

"Stop pouting!" he groaned.

"Please, Charlie bear… there are some amazing songs for a trip like this…"

"Fine. Whatever. But cara mia?" he carefully grabbed my neck, his hand flexing around my throat gently pulling me close to him, our lips almost touching "Stop pouting!" with his warm breath on my lips and his hand around my neck I swallowed hard and nodded "Good." he pressed his lips on mine for a quick kiss and let go of me, starting the engine. I leaned back in my seat, catching my breath, while I could see the devilish grin on Charles face.

"Cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, his hand resting on my thigh.

"No." I mumbled and pulled my phone out and connected it with the radio "Alright. Ready to become a Swiftie?"

The only answer I got was Charles squeezing my thigh as we drove along the beautiful coastline. I sang most of the songs. While Charles was looking at me every now and then, a content smile on his face. We stopped after an hour in a little village right at the water and Charles looked at me, waiting for me to finish the song. As the last tunes of August played he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles gently.

"You’re right… she’s growing on me… but maybe it’s just because I love to see you sing along? Your voice is beautiful, cara mia!" Charles smiled and I felt myself blush "Now come on. I have a nice little something prepared for us!" he got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for me, holding out his hand helping me out. We walked inside a little restaurant with only a handful of tables, all empty.

"Umm- Charlie? I think they’re closed?" I said as I looked around but Charles only chuckled, leading me behind the counter to a door "Seriously? We can’t just barge in here!"

"Just wait, cara mia!" he said and opened the door, walking through.

"Ciao Charles!" an elderly man said and grabbed Charles by his shoulders, kissing both his cheeks "And this beautiful lady must be Lizzie!" he looked at me, his face lit up in excitement as Charles nodded "Ciao Lizzie! I’m Gio! Welcome to my kitchen!" he gently kissed my cheeks and I smiled at him.

"Ciao Gio! Thank you for having us?" I said a little hesitant and Gio grasped his heart.

"And she speaks Italian! Oh Charles! She’s the one!" he slapped Charles arm and he laughed.

"I teach her now for some years. I love it, when she’s speaking it." he looked at me and I just knew that I blushed again.

"Now come on come on! We have a lot to do!" Gio clapped his hands and took mine, leading us outside to a beautiful terrace underneath a big olive tree, a huge wooden table in the middle, full with cooking ingredients "Today we’re making different pasta with pesto, ragout and different sauces! Don’t worry, Lizzie, I know that Charles is not quite the cook yet! But as I heard, you are?"

"Umm- I mean I love cooking? Am I good? It’s okay I…" I began but Charles interrupted me.

"Her food is amazing! We’re here mostly because of me!" he said and I smiled at him "I want to cook dinner for my beautiful girlfriend in the future!" I looked at him with big eyes but he only shook his head "Don’t worry! Gio won’t tell anyone!"

"Oh no! Never! I could never stand in the way of love! Ask my wife!" Gio said and I smiled at the way he said wife, with so much love and adoration.

"She’s a lovely lady!" Charles said and I heard a woman behind me laughing.

"Oh Charles! You are too charming!" an elderly woman walked around me and hugged Charles, kissing his cheeks.

"Valentina, this is Lizzie." Charles introduced me and Valentina looked me up from head to toe.

"She is beautiful. She has kind eyes, a bright soul. I know now why you spoke of her for years so dearly! She’s everything that other girl wasn’t." she said to Charles and smiled at me.

"And she speaks Italian." Gio said and Valentina looked at me with big eyes.

"Even better! What are you waiting for! Marry her!" she said and kissed my cheeks "Ciao Lizzie! I’m so happy to finally meet you, after Charles talked about you for years and years!"

"He did?" I asked a little embarrassed and the older woman nodded.

"All the time. When he brought that other girl along? I told him that she’s not the girl he always talked about. She’s not the girl he loves. And I was right!" she said and I smiled at her, feeling myself blushing even more.

Although I had to admit that, despite Charles’ idea of us having a cooking lesson together was romantic and beautiful, the thought that he brought Camille here before left a bittersweet taste on my tongue.

"Cara mia?" Charles gently took my hand in his, cupping my cheek with the other "Camille was never here. Gio works for Ferrari, he’s one of the cooks from catering. He’s Alessio’s father, that’s why Valentina is in the hospitality every now and then, there she met Camille. She didn’t like her one bit and I guess I should’ve listen to her straight away…" I looked up at him and he smiled.

"I’m sorry I didn’t want to be jealous or whatever…" I whispered but he shook his head, kissing me gently. Gio whistled and we pulled away, having forgotten where we were for a moment.

"Mamma mia! We should start the cooking lesson, before you two start eating each other!" he laughed and my cheeks burned with how hard I kept blushing. Charles chuckled and grabbed one of the aprons, handing it to me, before putting one on himself, he helped me tying mine and I did the same with his.

"Ready? Then we start with a hearty ragout! It will take the longest… and I know that you don’t eat meat Lizzie, so we’ll also make something just with vegetables…" Gio explained us the next steps and we all started working on our assigned tasks, after the ragout it was time for the pasta dough. While we were kneading it Valentina opened up a bottle of wine, pouring us some glasses.

"You always have to make sure that the wine you cook with, tastes good! If you wouldn’t drink it, don’t cook with it!" she explained and we tried the wine. I tried my best to keep a straight face but Charles only chuckled.

"She’s not really a wine drinker… she uses plenty of it while cooking, but drinking it? Only a few rare ones…" he said and Gio laughed.

"It’s okay! You’re young! Maybe when you’re a bit older you start to love it!" he said and I nodded.

"I wouldn’t mind!"

We spent the next hours with making different shapes of pasta, some fillings for ravioli, more sauces and even some salads. The smell was mouthwatering and whenever we tried something I almost fainted at how good it all tasted.

I browned some butter with sage leaves and tossed some ravioli in it as Gio and Valentina watched my every doing.

"Bellissima Lizzie! Well done!" Valentina said as I plated the ravioli "Now crumble the sage leaves, put some bread crumbs into the pan and lightly toast it and then mix it together with the sage leaves and a little bit of parmigiano and sprinkle it over the ravioli." I did exactly what she told me and the smell of it all together made my stomach growl.

"This looks all so good!" I said as Charles snapped some pictures and videos.

"Now come one come on! Let’s eat! We’ve earned it!" Gio said and we sat together, Charles loaded my plate full of pasta and salad, also some focaccia.

"Cheers! To a wonderful day!" Valentina said and we toasted our glasses, then we indulged in the food and I felt like I was in heaven. It tasted all so good, I couldn’t even say what my favourite was. We talked about the food, the island life, then a little bit about F1, Ferrari, Italy, and lastly we ended up listening to the beautiful love story of Valentina and Gio, both looking at each other with nothing but love in their eyes, while sharing their life’s with us.

"My mother always said, that I will know that I’ve found the one when even sitting together in silence fills my heart with joy… and today I know that she was right… although this old, stubborn donkey is never quiet!" Valentina said and Gio grabbed her hand squeezing it "Staying together through all this years, through all hardships, that is love."

"L'amore è un viaggio non una destinazione." Gio said and I smiled at Charles, who held my hand the entire time in his, softly tracing patterns on the back of it.

"Love is a journey not a destination." I repeated quietly and he kissed my knuckles.

"And what a beautiful journey it is, with you by my side, cara mia." he whispered.

After we said our goodbyes to Valentina and Gio, a basket full of leftovers between my legs, and the promise to come back before our departure, we left the picturesque village, continuing on Charles planned route for the day.

"One more stop before our final destination!" he smiled at me as the soft ocean breeze ran through our hair. I only nodded and took in the beauty that was Sardinia, while another Taylor Swift song played faintly in the background.

As the sun slowly began to set at the horizon, Charles parked the car at a little secluded beach, grabbing a blanket from behind the seats.

"Watching the sunset at the beach? How very romantic!" I said and Charles intertwined our hands. Leading us down to the water where he spread the blanket out on the sand before sitting down, holding out his hand for me to take and sitting down between his legs. We watched as the sun slowly began to disappear, the soft waves of the ocean and the songs of the seagulls above the only sound.

"Magnetic force… why do I feel like I’ve heard that before?" Charles asked after a while and I looked up at him "The last song with the guy? She sang ‘I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’? I’ve heard that before?"

"Yeah… I mean, it’s one of my favourite songs? I’ve sang it quite often I guess?" I thought and he shook his head "No? Then I don’t know?"

"Hmm… I’ll figure it out!" he kissed the top of my head and I snuggled into him, the beautiful sunset at the horizon bathed the sky above us in soft red, pink, orange and purple hues. As the last lights of the day slowly faded away around us and I was dozing off a little, Charles gently stroked my cheek.

"Cara mia? Let’s go…" he whispered in my ear and I nodded, slowly getting up with Charles holding me, to not tumble over. He pulled me close to his side, leading me back to the car.

"We’re almost there. Only a short drive." he started the engine and drove off. After not even 15 minutes we drove through a big iron gate, covered in ivy. A long driveway up a hill with a beautiful stone cottage at the end.

"It’s beautiful!" I said and Charles opened my door for me.

"Wait until you’ve seen the inside. Our luggage is already here." he grabbed the basket full of food and we walked inside.

I was speechless. Light and natural colours, elegant and yet simple furniture, modern and clean touches here and there. But the highlight was the wall made entirely out of glass, opening up to a beautiful terrace with a view over the ocean.

"Wow. Charles this is wonderful!" I turned around, facing him.

"And it’s all ours for the next 4 days." he smiled at me and I kissed him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss full of tenderness and passion, as we lost ourselves in the moment. We had to pull away to catch our breaths and Charles gently pushed his forehead against mine.

"Why don’t you get outside, sit down and I mix us something to drink?" he whispered and I nodded "Yeah? Sounds good? Then I’ll see you in a bit." one last featherlight kiss on the tip of my nose and Charles pulled away. I walked outside and looked around. A large pool with hot tub waiting for us. Together with a beautiful fire pit. I sat down on one of the loungers and watched the waves rolling into the bay in front of me, the water reflecting the starlight from above.

I sat down on a lounger and looked up, the sky full of stars. Each one sparkling brighter than the other.

Charles walked out, set our drinks on the table and sat down behind me on the lounger, pulling me into him.

"… after a tough week you pulled through with such a magnetic force, there was no doubt that this wasn't the outcome…" he said quietly "Your post. After I won in Baku… after dad… that were your words. Magnetic force…"

"Yeah, because you were just that… you were confident and strong and it was like you were magnetic, attracting all the powers to bundle together and force your way from the back of the grid right on top…" I said and he hummed.

"How often did you use lyrics for posts? Do I need to check every single thing you posted to look for subtle clues?" he asked and I chuckled.

"I mean… I do use her songs quite often as captions… but not this time… that post was in 2017… the song was released in 2019… but damn what a good song it is…"

"A very good one indeed… it’s almost like fate… you used that phrase and later that exact phrase will be in a song about lovers… and it’s one of your favourite songs too…" Charles began to hum the melody of Lover and I smiled. Maybe I turned him into a Swiftie.

The next 2 days went by in a blur, each morning spent in bed, breakfast in the sun, a little morning swim in the pool, sun bathing. It was a freeing feeling to hug Charles whenever I wanted to, or give him a little peck when walking by. He loved to pull me into him, hugging me tight to his chest, littering my neck with tiny kisses. Or he just squeezed my waist when walking by, or cupping my cheeks. But most importantly we could kiss and cuddle without being scared anyone could see. We spent hours on the sun bed or in the hot tub, body’s entangled, making out like horny teenagers. On our last night, after a romantic dinner, Charles prepared a hot bath in the luxurious and gigantic bathtub for me. He helped me in and kissed my head.

"You’re not joining me?" I asked him and he shook his head and I sighed a little disappointed.

"I have to prepare something for you…" he smiled and left.

I leaned back and relaxed, soaking away. The gentle sloshing of the water lulling me in. A gentle touch to my cheek and I opened my eyes, Charles kneeling next to the bathtub.

"Oh, hi…" I yawned a little and he laughed.

"Did you fall asleep? Yeah? That’s dangerous, cara mia…" he got up and grabbed a big, fluff towel, helping me up, before wrapping me up.

"It was just so cozy and comfy…" I mumbled as he lifted me up and pit of the tub, to stand in front of him.

"Understandable…" he gently rubbed my skin dry with the towel, his eyes never leaving mine "I prepared a little something on the terrace. Do your little night time routine and then join me outside?" he kissed my cheek an I nodded "Perfect." As soon as Charles was gone I sat down in front of the mirror. What could he have prepared on the terrace? I quickly brushed my hair, massaged my favourite body butter into my skin and lastly applied my face cream. Back in the bedroom I rummaged through my suitcase and put on a little surprise for Charles. I threw a morning robe over, let my hair down and left.

The house was dark. All lights switched off. A faint glow was coming from the terrace and as I turned around the corner my heart skipped a beat. The whole terrace was scattered with candles, Charles standing at the door, illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. His smile was breathtaking, eyes sparkling, dimples on full display. As soon as I stood in front of him he pulled me into his arms, our body’s pressed to each other, he inhaled my scent before pressing his soft lips on mine, capturing them in a sweet kiss. He then kissed along my jawline, all the way up to my ear.

"Come with me…" he whispered and grasped my hand, pulling me with him to the edge of the terrace, overlooking the sea was the huge sun bed plastered in cushions and blankets, surrounded by more candles.

"This is beautiful, Charles." I said almost breathlessly.

"You are beautiful, mon amour." he stood behind me, pressing his front into my back.

I turned around gently stroking his cheeks and carding my hand through his hair, before they settled around his neck. Our eyes interlocked before I sealed our mouths shut in a searing hot kiss, our tongues dancing with each other. As we both had to pull away to take a breath my cheeks were flushed and my heart was racing. I pulled my hands away and pushed myself off of him, my hands fiddling with the knot of the morning robe. I let the soft fabric slide down my shoulders, pooling around my ankles and Charles gasped as he saw the red lace lingerie set, apparently his favourite outfit on me.

"Oh mon amour…" he whispered and took a step closer, eying me up from head to toe. He reached out his hands and his fingers touched very delicately over the edge of the bra straps, near my collarbone but instead of pushing them down and off my shoulders, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of my bra, the rise and fall of my chest becoming faster and faster. He smirked a little, my reaction amusing him as he traced the outline of the bra all the way around, his eyes following his fingers. I watched his face, he was fully focused on his hands movements’. His soft touch felt intimate and as he outlined my breast once fully he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and hunger. He devoured my lips in a passionate kiss before he gently pushed me down on the sun bed, his lips trailing down my throat, kissing along my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts and back up again, by the time when his face hovered above mine again, the heat pooling in between my legs was almost unbearable and I began to squirm. Charles grinned and gently stroked along my thigh, all the way up to my middle, before he stroked back down to my knee.

"Don’t tease…" I whined and he chuckled, his fingers running up again, softly brushing over my covered heat.

"Always so impatient, pretty girl. You know I like to take my time…" he kissed my nose, his fingers pushing my panties to the side and his eyes widened "That all for me?" he whispered and I nodded, a loud moan emanating from my mouth.

"Charles, please…" I whimpered, his lazy strokes keeping me on edge.

"If you ask this sweetly." he kissed my lips softly before sitting back on his haunches, his hands on my waist, pulling down my soaked panties. He looked at me for a moment, as if he was committing the sight before him to his memory "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl." but he didn’t look me in the face, his eyes were plastered to my throbbing core and I blushed, he looked up "You both are." and he launched forward, burying his head between my legs, my head falling back in pleasure as I sighed blissfully, my eyes glued to the stars above us, as I reached my high, screaming out Charles name into the night.

"Thank you, Charles." I took his hand in mine and rubbed circles on the back of it "For this trip… I mean the whole past three weeks… it was… perfect. Yeah. Perfect."

"I’m happy when you are." he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"More than happy. But that could also be because my stomach is full with pasta from Gio and Valentina! I will have to put in some extra work out the next days." I giggled a little and Charles laughed.

"Oh come on! We worked out a lot over the past weeks!" he wiggled his eyebrows and I gently nudged his shoulder.

"We did." I looked out of the window as we took off and sighed a little "I’m gonna miss this. Us. Apart from Ibiza we could almost be a normal couple, doing normal things."

"Yeah maybe, but who wants to be just normal? Kinda boring." he laughed and I turned around, looking at him. His suntanned skin, hair a shade lighter, carefree smile on his face.

"You’re right. Normal is for boring people!" I leaned over and kissed him.

"Exactly."

Coming back to Neuburg, working in the simulator and having meeting after meeting was a harsh reality check. It was tiring and I caught myself more than once drifting away to the memories of the last three weeks, but especially the days alone with Charles. All cozy in our own world. Away from the prying eyes of the public. Away from all the negativity. Away from reality.

"See you tomorrow in Spa then? Lizzie? Hello?" Pete waved his hand in front of my face and I looked at him.

"What?"

"Summer break is over, little one." he laughed and I sighed.

"Yeah unfortunately."

"Oh come on! Aren’t you happy to see us again?" Pete asked and I chuckled "So? See you tomorrow in Spa?"

"Yep, I’ll be there!" I hugged him goodbye and got in my car, sending Charles a quick text that I would drive now back home now. Then I drove off and luckily there was almost no traffic and I made it in little under 2 hours. Shooting a text to Charles that I arrived and a quick scolding that I was way too fast and probably broke a ton of laws, which I didn’t do, I opened the door and walked in.

"Lizzie?" Mum asked from the kitchen and I walked inside "Are you hungry? There is some leftover veggie lasagna in the fridge?"

"Maybe later, I just want to unpack my suitcase first and then pack it again and have a shower." I yawned a little.

"Was it a good idea to come here? You should’ve stayed in Neuburg and then leave tomorrow directly for Spa." she sighed.

"No it’s fine. I need new clothes. I’m okay, just a little tired." I left the kitchen to walk upstairs when Mum followed me.

"There are some letters for you." she nodded her head to the sideboard and I smiled at her, grabbing my suitcase and the letters.

Back in my room I looked them through. A big, brown letter, with the sender Silverstone Circuit caught my eye and I opened it confused, a single sheet of paper was inside, I checked the envelope for more and a business card fell out in my lap. I grabbed it and was confused. A lab in Madrid? I looked at the letter and my stomach dropped. I stared at the 11 words and made it just in time to lean over my rubbish bin, emptying the contents of my stomach in it. I leaned back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Tick Tock. Your time is ticking. I’m running out of patience.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 5 months

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tuesday again 11/21/2023

awful lot of cooking content from me, who hates cooking but finds the evenings jittery and boring

listening

Doorbell by Sterling Press, off the spotify weekly recced playlist. i don't know that i like this song. i don't know that it's particularly good. goddamn if it isn't catchy. alt britpop, they hate being compared to blur but mmmm. you do hear it. notes of ska as well. a song to blast in your car when your spring break plans fell through and you're driving to the good target two towns away from your hometown.

i don't think this music video could have existed pre-pandemic-- idk doorbell cams were that ubiquitous or well known, despite heavy advertising from nest.

youtube

from an interview:

Speaking about the new release, they said, “We wrote the song in our mates garage using drum samples off YouTube. We spent all night writing it then in the early hours of the morning drove to Maccies to have breakfast and had it on repeat the whole time. We all fell in love with it straight away. These lyrics speak to the importance of authenticity and sincerity in your actions. In a world where appearances and pretences can be misleading, it's a reminder to be true to yourself and to avoid trying to impress others for the sake of it. “I feel like its an experience we all share. We all know someone who goes off to uni or gets a new job and you bump into them on the street and they act as if they have no idea who you are. I guess this song is reflection of our frustrations towards those people.”

they have what i would consider an unusual amount of hype and presence for a band that has exactly three songs out, but they've all been making music together and separately since well before the pandemic so maybe they've just finally broken out? i can't figure out who these kids are related to. i don't think it's a full on industry plant but i do think someone's dad has some money.

a friend once said she hated how eighties songs faded out like a printer running out of ink, and i do not particularly care for how 2020s songs end with the entire band vanishing underwater.

this song is truly not that deep but it is thoroughly stuck in my goddamn head.

listening: special podcast edition

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me. i am taking through a brain thing and having a weird workflow and brain problem. i have tried other apps with browser support and do not like them, and i cannot have my personal apple id tied to my work computer bc i have and frequently use a work apple id.

i have been listening to podcasts through Spotify ever since mmm november ‘20. it has not been a good experience but juggling the Apple Podcasts app through my phone (distraction minefield) and whatever im listening to or working on with the work computer is a nightmare. ethics of spotify aside, it is a tremendously successful all in one listening platform. i do not have the brainspace to manage my own music library, and support my favorite artists in other ways.

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me.

however, if you listen to enough podcast episodes, spotify does not seem to believe you when you tell it to unfollow a podcast. it just keeps letting you know hey this has a new episode. this got me stuck on a loop where i was listening to more and more episodes of two very prolific conspiracy theory debunking podcasts to the exclusion of almost everything else. this was not very good for my mental health.

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me.

despite the real annoyance of finagling a very distracting phone and the work laptop, i have gone back to Apple Podcasts and (after weeding out a variety of podcasts for a variety of reasons) started listening to friends at the table again. not sure why i stopped but i felt a weird amount of guilt around restarting?? the tablefriends neither know nor care. i have finally finished road to palisade and am excited but nervous about starting palisade proper

reading

a local religious thrift store has absolutely rancid vibes but does regularly have 6/$1 book sales. there were a couple older trade paperback comics the last time: the first three volumes of ULTIMATE XMEN and a radom What If? superman.

my trouble with the xmen, and i have to read something from it once every two years to remind myself, is that magneto is right. they will never be able to assimilate into white picket fence middle america, or even among the liberal coastal elites or whatever the term du jour was in 1999. the box will always be smaller and you will never be perfect enough. i did not enjoy this enough to continue bc of this fundamental disagreement with most xmen comics.

also it looks like this. magneto’s lair has an arch in the shape of the arch on the front of his helmet and that was pretty baller, but there’s a real. what was they gimmick blog about all the comic book women in contorted spine-breaking poses? it’s like that a lot. WHAT is ororo’s body doing there

watching

youtube

hey. what the fuck do you mean tomato sauce is that easy. i dislike tomato sauce and almost exclusively eat jar upon jar of aldi brand pesto. im not allergic bc tomatoes aren't tingly but it's just sort of Nothing all the time. what do you mean it can be good???

i don't actually remember why i'm subscribed to mr internet shaquille. perhaps, like so many other food things, it's kali's fault.

playing

g/enshinposting.

pulled this horrid little brat. very pleased with myself.

i do not. love. her story quest. it falls into the childrens' media trap of Sometimes It's Okay For Other People To Stomp All Over Your Boundaries If It's For The Good Of The Group! or perhaps this is just a thing i'm particularly twitchy about. either way, annoyed that other characters of this importance have gotten some deeply moving writing and so far furina has...not gotten that.

the next character i am excited about is lolita taylor swift, or geo-aligned lady with big fuckoff sword. from some early maybe-leaks i think she would pair beautifully with my playstyle and my pirate lady with big sword. my playstyle is mostly brute force damage. i hit things as hard as i can until they fall over and i've played the entire game (with some exceptions that required actual thinking about elemental reactions) that way. it pleases me.

re: the conclusion of the annapausis sidequest, genshin does a really good job of teasing out "ok in a world with actual gods, what does spirituality look like/what are the differing views on fate/how do people make sense of an afterlife". mostly this is gnosticism. and sometimes it's a real life occultist secret society (reskinned Rosicrucianism). fascinating writing choices.

making

turkey cottage pie with scalloped potatoes, bc i had a five-pound bag of russets that were starting to sprout. im just going to yoink this pic i posted earlier bc it is now half gone and in tupperware form

this is the first time ive ever cooked in a dutch oven and im in love. i thrifted this for $20 some weeks ago but bc the lid has some chips and rust i haven't used it. which is silly, bc the body of the oven is fine. de-rusting and seasoning the lid will wait for a day when i actually need it bc for now we can get by with doubled-over sheet of aluminum foil.

used this recipe: only had a pound of ground turkey and liberally stretched it with potatoes (i think about three and a half pounds out of five) and three pounds out of a cheap frozen veggie mix bag. did not include mushrooms bc i did not like them. threw in some bay leaves bc i have a giant bag of them, i think i almost doubled the wine bc i doubled the recipe, but i do not think i remembered to double the beef stock. i also shook in a liberal amount of italian seasoning bc i have a cheap jar from aldi i want to use up.

the final product was somewhat soupy. i anticipated that slicing the potatoes was going to be the longest part (mostly true, i had to take breaks) and kept them in a big bowl of cold water to stop them browning while i chopped and after i blanched them. i also could have reduced the filling down some more but i am not a patient woman.

not as intended but still yummy, which was a lovely surprise bc usually when i fuck recipes up i fuck them up But Good. plus new technique (dutch oven). if i make this again (likely) i will do instant potatoes on top bc this was a fuck of a lot of chopping for one recipe. thinking about getting one of those stupid little hand smash veggie choppers bc a full food processor is extremely out of budget.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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Late Night Drive

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Synopsis: Mya goes on a late-night drive with MJF

Word Count: 1,405

A/N: Something quick and dirty to ease back into the swing of things ;)

It was a late night and I found myself stuck in the studio. This place was my home for the past two weeks as I worked on my first album. I was excited at all the progress my producer and I have been making but there was still a lot of work to be done.

I was taking a break from writing a song when my phone vibrated.

‘What are you up to?’

It was from Max. We attended the same high school but hung out with vastly different people. Years later, we matched on Raya about a month ago and have been sexting and flirting since.

I smiled at his message. We went on a “date” less than a week ago and I’ve been looking forward to our next encounter.

‘Taking a break from the studio,’ I replied.

Almost instantaneously, he replied.

‘Wanna take a break and grab some food?’

‘You’re speaking my language.’

I shared the address of the studio and within 20 minutes Max pulled up in a dark-colored SUV.

I walked outside, my stomach rumbling in anticipation of food.

“Mya!” He smiled as I climbed into the passenger seat. He kissed my cheek as I buckled in. I blushed in response.

Max looked even more handsome than I remembered. He was dressed casually in a long-sleeved grey henley, black sweats, and a pair of Air Force Ones. He had a hoodie in the backseat.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!" I said as I looked over at him.

As he drove, he and I caught up.

"I've been working on this song tonight. I think it has a lot of potential." I shared as we pulled up to a stop light.

"What kind of vibe?"

"Slow, sexy, sensual."

"Oh, yeah?" His eyebrows raised, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah. You want to hear it?"

He nodded and I pulled out my phone and found the song.

As it started to play, he listened intently.

The track started slow, a guitar playing an erotic riff. The bass and drums come in to back it up as my voice begins to fill the car.

"Oh, that's sexy."

I looked at him and smiled. "Right? I love the beat. It's so sensual. But I can't get the words right."

I only recorded the first verse and the skeleton of a chorus as the rest of the beat fills out. As the beat climaxes and then fades, we pull into the drive-thru of Five Guys.

"What do you want?"

I told him and he placed our order.

Once he got the food, Max continued to drive.

"Where are we going?"

"I figured we could watch the airplanes as we eat. It's nice tonight."

"Yeah. That's perfect. Thank you."

"Of course."

We ate in comfortable silence as we watched the planes take off and land.

"So tell me about your day."

"Nothing exciting. Woke up, worked out, had some meetings then physical therapy."

I nodded. When we first matched, Max told me he was homebound due to a shoulder injury.

"I have an appointment at the performance center tomorrow. I'm nervous about it."

"Why are you nervous?"

"Just not feeling the best, that's all. I'm hoping I can go back to work soon."

"I know you miss the road," I said recalling our conversations about him being a wrestler.

"I do. It's my second home. What about you? How long will you be here before you go on tour?"

"I leave for the UK next week."

"Oh, really?"

"Just a small trip through England and maybe a stop in Belfast if all things go well."

"Woah. Look at you." He said and I couldn't help but sense pride in his voice.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I hope it's all that you dream of."

"Me too."

Max smiled and I melted a little bit.

"You are so gorgeous."

"You're just flattering me now," my cheeks burn from his attention.

"Maybe. But it's the truth."

Max reached his hand out to push some hair behind my ear. My skin tingled from the contact and I looked into his eyes.

His gaze shifted down to my lips and before I could react, his lips were on mine. My hands went to his face, my fingers grazing the stubble that was there.

Max's kisses were tender but his hands were firm, gripping my hip as he pulled me closer.

I was breathless as our kisses slowed and Max rested his forehead on mine. It wasn't until we pulled away that I could feel the gear on my abdomen.

"Sorry," he let out a light laugh.

"You're just so sexy to me."

Instinctively, I climbed into the back seat of his car.

"Come here."

With no hesitation, he climbed into the back. It was past 1 AM as clouds hung over the already dark sky. Max parked away from other cars under a tree, making his dark car almost invisible.

Our lips found each other's once again. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his chest. His hands were everywhere as his lips trailed from my lips to my neck.

I let out a moan when his tongue brushed against my skin, his fingers teasing the hem of my leggings.

He looked at me and I nodded as he slipped his hand into my leggings and into my underwear. I gasped as his finger stroked my clit.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You're so wet."

His fingers continued to circle around the sensitive bud as he sucked on my neck. My breath began to hitch at his touch.

Max smirked and his fingers dipped lower and pushed into me.

"Oh my god," I moaned as his fingers curled inside of me.

"I could listen to you all night."

Max's pace quickened and I grabbed his wrist as I reached my climax. I felt the tension release throughout my body as I moaned loudly.

Max kissed me once more, his hands now resting on my hips.

I deepened the kiss, leaning my body weight onto him until I was straddling him. I ground against him, feeling his erection grow.

I moved my hips, grinding against his length. He groaned, his grip on my waist tightening.

"Shit, baby," he moaned.

"You like that?"

"I can think of something better."

He grabs my waist and pins me down, my back hitting the seat.

I giggle as he pulls my leggings and thong down to my ankles.

"So beautiful," he says.

Max kissed my inner thigh, trailing kisses until he reached my sweetness. His lips pressed against me and my head rolled back as his tongue circled my clit.

He moaned as he devoured me. My moans grew louder and louder as his pace quickened. I came undone under him, my hands in his hair. When he felt like it was enough, Max came up for air.

I was a mess and Max's lips were glistening from my cum.

He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock and positioned himself between my legs.

I bit my lip as I reached and stroked him. He moaned and rubbed the tip of his cock along my pussy before pulling out a condom from his hoodie.

I watched in anticipation as he inserted himself inside me, my body stretched around him in pleasure.

"Fuck."

His thrusts were slow and deep as he kissed me. My hands ran up and down his back as my legs were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper inside me.

His pace quickened and our kisses were messy. Every inch of my body gave into him.

I arched my back and moaned as his hands cupped my ass.

"That's it," Max growled in my ear as he felt me tighten around him.

My nails scratched down his back and I was close to my peak. I moved my hips towards him, creating our own rhythm not caring about anything beyond the backseat.

I pressed my hands on his chest, motioning him to sit up as I straddled him again. I could hear my wetness slap against him with each thrust. His hands reached up to my breast and rubbed against my nipples, sending my body into a sensory overload.

With one final thrust, I came undone, screaming his name. Max continued his pace, his grunts filling the air until he finally climaxed.

I collapsed into his chest, his hands stroking my back. We listened to the hum of the planes, forgetting we were in his car.

"Come home with me?"

"Yes, please."

#mjf #mjf smut #honey fiction #aew smut #aew fanfiction

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golatcxr · 2 years

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More than just a roommate [Scaramouche x F!Reader] (Modern AU) Chapter 3

Genre: Slowburn, SFW , Fluff, enemies to lovers, Scaramouche is bad at feelings

Keep telling yourself that you disliked him, that he’s such a hasle. One month in yet you only knew very little about your roomate. He’s mysterious, as much as unpredictable. He was cold, rude and mean. But did he care? He did. Were you comfortable or it was because you caught feelings? You didn’t want to answer.

TW: mild swearing, reader is not taller than Scara (I am so sorry)

Chapter Index: Masterlist

A week passed quickly, you were once again met by a Scaramouche: on the couch, in the same outfit he wore the previous week. What a shady introvert, you thought.

“Mind if we made an agreement?” He asked.

“Only if it is beneficial for both parties.” You took off your shoes and stepped into the neat apartment. Then you sat down on the couch, but far away from him.

And there came the contrast that took you by surpise for how simple it was – not to let anyone know that you two were roomates.

“Rumors are annoying, too annoying for God’s sake.”

“Reasonable enough, no one should know anyways.” You crossed your arms and sighed, not intending to tell other people either.

He was a tad bit mean, most of the time actually. However, there were also times when you found him being thoughtful, silently. You wanted to keep his reputation, by all means, he wasn’t a bad person. Life gotta be so boring for those undergraduates that they started whipping up nonsense for dramas.

“Anyways, I’m going for some groceries. Anything you wanna get?” You went to your bedroom and grabbed your purse, which you forgot earlier.

“I’m coming with you, I’d rather pick things out myself.” Scaramouche stood up from his seat. So that’s what it’s like to be low maintenance.

You mumbled a “fine” and headed out with him following behind you. He quickly caught up to not fall behind and that’s when you made eye contact, accidentally.

His look, it never seem to have softened. You felt a little sad for not having a friendly roomate, it wouldn’t have been so awkward like this. Your attention diverted back to Scaramouche. “Does he even have any friend to begin with?” you thought to yourself.

“Get in, I’ll drive.” He said almost nonchalantly as he opened a car’s door.

“Is this yours?” You sweated internally, oh damn a rich kid.

Scaramouche nodded and that’s when chill ran down your spine upon remembering the arcade encounter. So that’s how the rich got along…

He drove through the neighbourhood as buildings and buildings flew past the window view, clear blue sky and the clouds floating slowly – the sight would have been truly mesmerizing if it wasn’t for the opaque black window sticker. You leaned back, listening to the song that was playing on the car’s radio. Once again, your eyes darted to Scaramouche at the front seat. His gaze was completely fixed on the road before him. More than a week of living with him, yet you still knew almost nothing about your roomate, except for that he’s an emo. Just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, you heard his voice.

“So you lived on your own before moving here?”

“Yeah.”

“No wonder.” He replied and focused on driving again.

He was less rude than the week you moved into his rented apartment. You found it a relief, but at the same time you missed mocking him to get his priceless reactions.

Not long after, you both arrived at Teyvat Market, it was huge, you thought. Since it’s fairly far from your old place, you couldn’t recall the last time you came here to shop. You exchanged contacts with Scaramouche to meet up later, then parted ways to head for your shopping needs. You found no reason to accompany him, neither did he.

There were only a few things that you wanted to get yet you couldn’t help but wandered around the industrious market. It was a little less crowded than you expected, a lot of shelves were unoccupied, including the section you were looking for – yoga mats.

“You do yoga?”

Turning your head around, you saw Scaramouche right behind your back, holding his basket with only a bundle of energy drinks inside.

“Never thought I’d bump into you again, and no, I don’t do yoga. The sofa was too narrow for me to sleep so I must buy one of these as a replacement.” You replied, eyes still on the long row of colourful yoga mats.

“Wow, crazy.” He scoffed. “Why not a decent mattress?” He then pointed his thumb at the back where some beds were displayed.

Oh, how you wished you had that option.

You laughed dryly “I cannot afford such expensive things with my current salary.”

They looked so comfy, though you already knew that their price could doubt you.

“I’ll cover you one-third of the price.”

His words shocked you to the bones, did he just say that he would help you with buying the mattress? The infamously-mean-Mr.Scaramouche?

“No no no that’s a lot of money, to be frank.” You stammered.

“Well, we’ll see for that. Up to you if you want to buy it or not.” He smirked, what a kind yet questionably sassy attitude.

You picked out a (f/c) mattress that was around 6 ft and started pressing into its surface. The softness was perfect and you smiled to that.

“That’s the cheapest here.”

“But it’s good.” You blurted out. You knew your choice wasn’t the best but still better to sleep on the couch every night.

“ I can’t believe you actually did that.” You threw your palm on your face, your right arm holding the newly bought mattress.

“Short bills look boring.” He replied.

Rich behaviour.

You still couldn’t grasped exactly why Scaramouche decided to help you out with a fairly large sum of money for nothing so you just looked at him in defeat. Returning to his car in silence, you realized the sun was almost down. The sky was in an ombre shade of orange and purple, with that you saw the small moon peeking out. The beauty of sunset clouded your thought, making you forget that you were supposed to walk back to Scaramouche’s car. He turned around and approached you despite having walked a decently long way from your daydreaming figure, grabbed your wrist and proceeded again.

His grip was cold but surprisingly tender for someone like him. You were pretty sure you didn’t somehow pissed him off.

“I’m tired of your footsteps at night, so don’t wake up and walk around anymore.”

“Hah?!” You snapped back at him. Though you remembered hearing his footsteps sometimes too, regardless he probably hadn’t changed, you thought. “… I owe you one.”

Scaramouche took the mattress from your arm, gesturing you to sit in the front seat. The huge bag was put in the back seat, occupying most of the space there. You fastened the seatbelt and waited for Scaramouche to get in, however, he seemed to be talking with someone at the corner of your eyes. The voice sounded very familiar but you couldn’t confirm whom yet.

Less than a minute later, Scaramouche got in the car and made his way to start the engine. He looked rather… unbothered.

“Who was that?” you asked out of curiosity.

“A person that I knew.” Blunt, very Scaramouchie indeed.

You chuckled “I don’t know if I’m wrong, but I’ve heard that voice somewhere before.”

“Whatever, the Earth is round.”

Your sight moved to the road in front of you, not seeing the true meaning behind his words – you didn’t even mind it. He drove on the same path on the way back, except that this time, he let you rolled down the window a bit. You really disliked the smell of car interiors, so the cool wind soothed you down from the carsick tension.

“Scara.”

“Since when did my name got shortened like that?”

“It’s long.”

“Fine, what is it?” he sighed.

You looked at Scaramouche, already expecting an answer from him.

“Can we be friends?”

“Pfff – so you wanna join that ginger head?” he snickered amusingly.

“I’m already friend with him, so I thought befriending my roomate isn’t so bad? He’s our mutual after all.” You quickly explained.

“Well then fine. I’ll take you for granted and become your friend, this should be honor of yours.” You received yet another smirk from him.

“Alright alright.” You only smiled, handing him the monkey keychain. “For you.”

Scaramouche looked at the monkey for a second then scoffed. It did indeed look funny.

“This looks silly, but thanks.”

“Ah the light turns green.” You pointed at the traffic light ahead.

It was then that he went back to focus on driving again. Though you felt as if you had just made a new friend in elementary school, you were glad that you had taken a step further to resolve the awkward relationship between you both. However,…

For the next few weeks, things got comfortable to the point of being complicated as more and more suspicions were drawn to you and your roomate. Starting off with being spotted you going home with him, your close friend Keqing sussing you for hiding a “relationship” from everyone, and lady Yae who teased you about being his friend. Some classmate even shipped and gossiped about how good of a pair you would make. Resulting in days when you and Scaraouche had to split hours to go home to avoid any eyes peering at you two. That day was just another day you were at work.

Kitsune Guuji milk shop was a little more crowded than usual, only because of the pouring rain outside.

“Thank you for coming!” you handed out the beverage and bowed lightly to the customer. You put up a smile but your mind was still worrying that the rain might not stop anytime soon.

You had been extending the opening time of the shop for quite a while, and you thought it’s finally time you disbanded the crowd. To your dismay, the rain even started to be harsher and thunder could be heard.

“Ugh…” you groaned, checking your phone just to see it’s already past 7 p.m.

You went out of the counter and explained to every person, who was sitting there for a shelter, that you were closing the shop. You felt bad shooing away people like that, but the shop mustn’t be opened any longer. Waiting for the last one to leave, you packed your stuff, turned off the circuit breakers and flipped the sign.

You used to love this place so much and you would stay for as long as you could, partly because you didn’t like Scaramouche. But as time went by, you found yourself going straight to your shared apartment after your shifts ended.

And the worst scenario became true, you didn’t bring an umbrella nor a coat. Afraid that the heavy rain might soak your books through the fabric, you hugged your bad and powerful-walked under the rain. Your head and shoulders were all wet, but you had no choice. The wind even blew from behind your back, making your hair stuck to your face.

Just as you were struggling to get the hair off your face, you saw something, more like someone heading towards you. The next thing you knew was a warm coat on your shoulder and there was Scaramouche wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you under his umbrella and led you back to the apartment. He didn’t even turn his head to look at you and so you stayed silent. His touch felt so warm comparing to the howling wind.

“What were you doing at that milk shop so late?” Scaramouche asked when he was unlocking the door.

“I’m a part-time employee there? Don’t say that you didn’t know I’ve been working there for the past month.”

“That’s not what I mean, but nevermind.” He looked at you, bothered and a tad bit worried. “Sorry for the trouble I put you through with that deal.”

No.

No, no, no that wasn’t the Scaramouche that you knew. Did the rain wash your impressions away? It was unexpected, in a good or bad way, you had no idea.

You were taken aback by his apology, not recalling you had a roomate that knew how to say sorry. You tried so hard to contain your ear-to-ear grin, felling like you had just accomplished an unbelievable mission.

“And the bath is ready, go.” He pushed you into the apartment.

Your jaw dropped to the floor. You doubted the utterly shocking thing Scaramouche had just said. You asked him if he hit his head somewhere, with your eyes wide opened, and oh he looked so done with your shits.

“Our final is coming up, be grateful.”

This time, you only nodded and head for the bath since the wet clothes made you shivered. The steam emitting from the bathtub made you doubt even more. Were you in heaven?

You carefully dipped your toe into the warm water and sunk down to watch the vapor clouding the mirror on the sink. Questioning the tingly feeling in your stomach, a lot of things came to your mind. He was still rude, but since when had he become so caring? He would laugh at your face if you got dumped a bucket of water on you a month ago, but now? You couldn’t help wondering.

Half of your face was underwater as you breathed out bubbles. You remembered when he was so cold to you, it felt like yesterday when you viewed him as your oh-so-evil-roomate. Something was off – you could feel it, but you couldn’t tell otherwise.

But one thing you knew for sure, was that you enjoyed it, somehow.

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Author's note: Finally some Scara x reader crumbs💀 I can now start reviewing for my mid-term djsjshbsbssh. Chapter 4 will most likely be uncompleted until November 1st, I'm so sorry for the slow update pspspsp

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September 23, 1973

Still dark out when he drives to the airport in the morning. Still shaking a little. Still feeling kinda sick.

The radio still set to the rock station.

It’s drizzling a little bit as he drives over the empty roads. He shuts the radio off, too anxious to listen to it, but the silence is worse. He makes it five minutes before turning it back on. Gimme Danger by The Stooges is on; he remembers this song blasting out of Jeff and Connie’s record player when it came out. It reminds him of Jeff’s teeth dragging across his jaw, and the scratch of his stubble.

All warm and messy and real but feels like forever ago. Maybe it was last spring, but Daniel feels like it was another lifetime.

Not like Louis’s teeth. Not like Armand’s.

He shudders and reaches to switch to the 8-track, but there's no tape.

Well. Whatever. He floors it and hopes the trip will go faster.

His eyes burn from sleep deprivation as he pulls into the long term parking. There’s this impulse to throw his car keys as far as he can, or just leave them inside. And if he still felt like a person he thinks this might make him sad.

Saved up his whole senior year for this car. Drove it all the way to California. She was good to him.

He doesn’t know how long a car can sit here before they tow it. He imagines her covered in dust, rinsed in the rain, over and over until she rusts. Maybe they’ll tow if they notice the tags expire. Maybe someone will tell his parents. How long before someone looks for him, and tracks him here? How long before someone thinks to check the airport?

The metal of the hood is warm beneath his hands. He drags his fingertips across her as he walks away, knowing he’ll never see her again.

No room for being sentimental, though. Not for things like cars. He feels the pull of the city more than he feels his car as he crosses the parking lot. Leaving Lestat hurts more.

But maybe this is temporary. He can come back. Or he can find someone else. He’ll figure it out. Right now it’s just important to get somewhere safe. The thought makes him walk faster. Not safe out here, not yet. Still dark out, and what if Armand thinks to come here for him? Daniel won’t survive if he gets put in that room again.

No one’s really around yet. He slips his hand into the outside pocket of his bag and and squeezes around the cash that Armand left him. Maybe that’s part of the game, too, to see how far this much money gets him. He’d been too freaked out to count it, but it should be enough to go…

Anywhere.

Well, Daniel isn’t picky. There’s a single check-in desk open and he’ll just pick the first flight. Doesn’t care where it goes, as long as it’s far enough away. He runs his hands through his hair as he approaches, tries to breathe, tries to act normal.

She looks tired, too, though. Not even 5am yet. She doesn’t care that he doesn’t know where he’s going. Lisbon, sure. That works. Not departing for a few more hours but that’s fine. He clutches the ticket to his chest as he wanders around for the gate.

He tucks himself into a corner in the waiting area, sitting on the floor. This way he can see all around him, no one to sneak up from behind. Eyes still burning as he watches all the lights outside the huge windows, but he tries to stay awake even as his body begs. If he can at least make it until the sun comes up…

Other people are arriving by then, though. It feels worse, almost, having people around. Reminds him how isolated he is. But it’s okay. It feels safer, too. He waits until he can see the sun rising over the horizon before he’s brave enough to get off the floor and wander around the concourse.

He gets a pack of cigarettes from the snack shop. Considers a coffee, but isn’t sure his stomach will be able to handle it just yet. Too fragile, still. A bottle of juice, instead, and an overpriced muffin, and then he goes back to his corner. Stares at the sun until his eyes hurt, and lights his cigarette, and picks at the muffin.

Armand said that Louis was telling the truth, but he wonders if they’re both lying. If it’s stupid to feel safe in the daylight. Wonders if he’ll ever feel safe again, actually.

He’s shaking again when they finally call to board the plane. It’s more than anxiety, though, he just still feels so sick. Wants to sleep. Out of breath just from the walk to the plane, and ready to cry as he sinks into his seat. He wedges himself against the wall and smokes a cigarette while he waits, still watching the sun outside, tapping his foot.

It’s been a long night. A long… whatever. Still not sure how long he was gone. His eyelids are heavy and his stomach hurts, the muffin settling like a rock after being starved. The nicotine buzz helps, but he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

He’d snacked on and off all night at the hotel. Puked a few more times. Watched the city out the window, waiting for something to happen, wanting to call to Lestat again but worrying that Armand would hear.

Realizing that maybe Armand can hear anyway. Maybe he’ll come. And he pulled the curtains closed, staggered back. Turned the lights off in a panic, not wanting to draw any attention to himself.

Locked himself in the bathroom for a while. Chain-smoked the rest of the pack that he’d left here on the dresser. Drank tap water straight from the faucet. Sat there on the tile floor until he was shivering.

Hot shower next, except the heat made him feel like he’d faint. He turned it down halfway and sat on the floor of the tub for a long time, letting it rinse over him. Ears ringing as he tried to wash up, because he had to at least pretend to be a person if he was going to be on a plane soon.

So he here is. Bathed and dressed and he tries to keep his head down, just watches out the window. No drawing attention to himself. He hopes no one can tell, even though part of him is hurt that no one can tell.

Needs to fucking sleep.

Not yet, though. At least once the cabin doors are closed. He asks the stewardess for a blanket as she passes by, and he wraps himself in it. Eyes so raw in exhaustion, watching the ground crew load all the luggage into the plane.

There are people on this flight taking vacation. Whole families with sleepy children who had to wake up so early. No one knows what’s happened to him. They don’t know how much danger he’s in.

But as the cabin door latches he thinks, no. No. Maybe don’t sleep until they’re in the air.

He reaches into his pocket for another cigarette, but feels the cold hard watch there, instead. And pulls it out, seeing it in the sunlight for the first time. The chain drips between his fingers and he tilts it towards the window. Dirty and neglected but he thinks it could clean up nicely.

Strange that Armand let him keep it.

Maybe don’t sleep until the layover. Just in case.

Or maybe don’t sleep until the second plane.

His heart races and he wills himself not to be sick again.

Or maybe just…

Don’t sleep.

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