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creelteeth · 2 years

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jesus fucking christ, casey 🤤🤤🤤 how dare you?!

please, please, please gimme some perv!steve x innocent!bff content whenever you can !!! i am obsessed :( you’ve done it again

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one of my favorite perv!steve x innocent!bff thoughts has to do with mutual masturbation. sooooo that’s what this is ! i hope u enjoy!!

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it has been quite some time since steve showed you that neat trick.. the one involving his fingers and your cunt.

it was something you thought about often— every time you thought about it, it brought back that same tingly warm and wet feeling between your legs. you didn’t quite know what to do with it. you tried a couple times to recreate what steve did, mimicking the way his fingers drew circles on your sensitive bud, copying how he pumped them inside you.

though, when you attempted it, the same feelings didn’t come from you. you didn’t, do that thing that steve said, cum— you didn’t cum.

after many tried and failed attempts, and many wet and achey sleepless nights you felt hopeless. as uncomfortable as it was to want to ask, you needed steve’s help. the call to invite him to your house had him worried, the crack in your voice making you sound so very pitiful.

steve made his way over in record time, welcoming himself inside as per usual. when he found an empty living room, he headed to your bedroom. the door was cracked, granting you a bit of warning with a couple light knocks before pushing it open.

“baby?” steve called, letting your bedroom door slowly creak open.

he was met with the sight of you sitting on your bed in those lovely little pajamas. a silk nightie that didn’t absolutely nothing for your modesty. you were laid on your stomach, feet up and swinging side to side whenever he walked in. the sound of his voice causing you to perk up, going up to your knees bringing your arms up for him to come hug you.

“stevie.” you sighed into his chest, that fuzzy feeling creeping back up on you when you felt his hands ghost over your ass.

“hey, what’s the matter? you sounded upset on the phone?” steve questioned, keeping your body close to his, hands roaming you like they always did.

your big eyes blinked up at him, trying your best to figure out how you were going to explain the issue to him.

“w-well.. i think i need your help, again.” you stumbled on your words a bit, eyes looking anywhere but his face.

it took a second for steve to figure out what you were trying to get at, when he did he couldn’t fight back the obnoxious grin on his face. his warm hands slid their way down past the hem of your nightie, fingers sliding underneath to grab at your thighs.

“aw, sweetheart. does it feel funny again?” he questioned, his tone daunting.

you didn’t speak, only nodded in response. far too embarrassed by how much you wanted it.

“need you to say it. tell stevie that you need him to make you cum.” steve instructed, still kneading at your thighs, refusing to go any higher until you repeated after him.

“please,” you whispered, finally looking at him again. “p-please stevie, wanna come again.. but i don’t know how to make it happen. only you do.”

your admittance nearly made him melt, his bulge growing enough to now be pressed against your stomach.

“alright, since you said please…lay down for me.” steve grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before motioning you to lay down on the bed.

you obliged, lying down in the mess of pillows and stuffed animals. you left enough space for steve to climb in next to you, pushing the covers back for him to slide in too.

he followed suit, kicking his shoes off before plopping down beside you. he laid on his back like you did, one hand palming over the painful ache in his jeans. you watched him squeeze at his cock, eyes widening at the lewdness.

he couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction to his crassness, continuing to squeeze at it while his other hand found your thigh, sliding upwards until he was cupping your chubby mound.

“you know how it gets all achey when you don’t get what you need?” steve hummed, fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, arousal soaking the cotton already.

you inhaled sharply, nodding at his words.

“right, well, that happens to me too, see?” he paused, eyes flickering down to the throbbing bulge in his pants. “how about, tonight we help each other. can you do that? can you help stevie while he helps you?”

your thighs clamped down around his wrist, ache growing much more uncomfortable from his teasing.

“y-yes, but.. i don’t know what to do.” you whisper, eyes fixed on the steady pumping of his covered cock. it was huge.

“ s’okay. i’ll tell you what to do, first we need to get these clothes off. “ he spoke, pulling his hand away to yank lazily at the bottom of your slip.

you follow his movements closely, his shirt came off, your nightie came off. he yanked at his jeans and you pulled off your soaked panties. this was the first time you’d been fully naked in front of him, trying your best not to shy away from it all. you watched as his cock fell out— it was big and heavy, falling against the thick patch of hair on his lower stomach with a shallow thud. the ruddy rip swollen and beading with precum.

“gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours, princess. while i do that, need you to stroke my cock, can you do that?” steve watched you closely, reaching between your legs to slide his fingers between your slick folds.

you didn’t speak much, responding with an “okay, stevie.” when he told you what he wanted you to do. he could tell you were lost on what to do, reaching for your hand he brought it up to your mouth, instructing you to spit into your palm. steve then guided your hand to the head of his cock, having you smear the wetness around the thick shaft.

“looks like it hurts.” you murmur, holding it loosely at the base, sliding your wet palm up and down slowly.

“yeah, baby. you make my cock rock-fucking-hard. but you can make the hurt go away— just keep doing that. don’t be scared of it.” steve groaned, cock twitching in your feather light grasp.

steve wasn’t as gentle as the first time, not easing into it as slowly. his thick fingers slid up and down coating themselves in slick before moving up to begin toying with your engorged clit. it always swells so much for him, poking out past your puffy lips for much easier access.

you jolted feeling him playing with your sensitive spot, the hand that stroked him coming to a sudden halt. whining at the almost immediate relief that came from finally being touched down there again, though that quickly went away.

“ah, “ steve tutted, reaching with his free hand to grab your wrist, dragging your hand up and down again. “if you stop, i stop.”

you huffed, laying your head on his shoulder— trying your absolute best to stay focused enough despite how dumb you seemed to get when steve was touching you. you began to stroke again, this time with more confidence, really just trying to urge steve back into playing with your pussy.

“good girl.” he praised, resuming what he was doing before.

he pressed flat against your clit, moving in steady circles for a bit. the wet squelch of your weeping cunt mixed with the sticky strokes of his meaty cock echoed through the room, nearly muffling the breathy noises that came from both of your tensed up and desperate bodies.

you tried to stay in rhythm with him, his hips fucking upwards into your warm wet palm while his fingers moved in quick succession.

“feels s’good stevie, oh my god—“ you mewled, face burrowing into his chest, pitched noises muffling against him.

for every whine you spilled, steve let out a gruff moan or a grunt. moving his fingers off your throbbing clit, he moving lower to trace your leaking hole, slipping his index and middle finger in with ease. the delicious stretch making tears well up in your half lidded eyes.

“fuck, pussy’s all tight around my fingers. pretty girl might not even be ready for steve’s big cock, yet, huh?” steve groaned his words out, cock pulsing at the feeling of your gummy wet walls squeezing his fingers.

he couldn’t even imagine how much that pretty cunt of yours was gonna suffocate his cock. deciding you weren’t yet ready to be broken in yet, he settled for this.

“close. steve. wanna cum again.” your jaw was clenched, words slurring their way out as your wrist began to go limp. he was fucking your fist anyway, your participation wasn’t very needed.

“i can feel it, baby. fuck. feel this princess cunt squeezin’ and soaking my fingers. shit, go ahead— you can cum. i’m gonna cum too.” he encouraged you, fingers curling brutally against swollen the spongey spot inside you— coaxing the orgasm out.

he added some attention back to your clit, using his thumb to press harshly on the swollen button. the rutting of your hips creating it’s own friction against it.

a slew of your name and curses coming from his gritted teeth as his pending orgasm started to line up with yours. his hips fucked upwards ruthlessly, hipbone slamming into your forearm with every thrust. his head was back against the pillows, overwhelmed by all of it.

“oh my god, stevie— “ you practically sobbed, orgasm crashing into you. your body began to writhe, sickly wet cunt throbbing and clenching through it all.

in the height of your orgasm, you began to squeeze his cock tighter, that added pressure sending him over his edge shortly after you.

“shit, baby, just like that— fuck.” steve breathed out, hips staggering to a slow stop, hot spurts of cum shooting out to land all over his stomach and gour hand.

once you’d both settled down for the most part, still just trying to catch your breath— steve leaned down to give you kiss to the forehead.

“did so good for me, princess.” he cooed, fingers pulling out of you to collect as much of the wetness as possible.

“t-thank you, stevie.. for coming over. “ you spoke through a shudder, looking down at the mess all over your hand then up to steve who was cleaning your mess off his hand. licking your remnants off satisfactorily.

“go on, baby. taste it, it’s important to clean up after yourself.” he nudged, scooping some of his cum off his stomach to bring up to your lips.

you watched him hesitantly, opening your mouth enough for him to slip his fingers inside. his half hard cock jumping at the sight of you cleaning his cum up like the good girl you are. your tongue moved around his fingers, humming happily at the unfamiliar taste, more so happy with proud look on steve’s face.

all you ever wanted to do was make him proud.

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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The Final Girl

Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader

Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.

A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️

Word Count: 7.1k+

Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST

“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.

Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.

Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.

“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”

“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”

“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”

“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.

“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.

“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.

“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.

“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.

“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.

“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”

“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.

“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.

“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”

“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“Oh. Was it before I was born?”

“A little before, yeah.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.

Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.

In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”

But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.

“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.

Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”

“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.

“Next?” You whispered.

“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.

“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.

“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”

“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”

“I have google and reddit—”

“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”

“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.

“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.

“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”

“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”

“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.

“No. You said you’d do that.”

“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”

“But, but…”

“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.

Robin continues to glare in your direction.

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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.

“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”

“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”

“Awww, babe.” You giggled.

“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”

“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.

Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.

Steve.

“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.

“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”

“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.

Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”

“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”

“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.

Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.

He chuckles. “I got one.”

“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.

“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.

Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.

“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.

“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.

“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.

Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.

“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”

Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.

“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”

“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”

“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”

“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.

“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.

“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”

“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.

Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”

“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.

“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.

“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.

He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”

The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.

“What just happened?” Nancy asks.

“Are we already in character?” You inquire.

“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.

“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.

“Bummer.” Eddie says.

“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.

Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.

“Mama!”

You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.

“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.

You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.

“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds fun.” Robin says.

“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.

“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”

You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.

“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.

Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.

“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.

“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.

Vickie raises her hand.

“No.” Robin says, disappointed.

“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”

“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.

“You mean it?”

“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.

“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”

The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.

She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”

“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”

You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”

“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.

“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.

“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.

“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”

“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”

“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.

“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.

“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”

“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.

“Or was it you, Robin?”

“No way, Nance.”

“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.

“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.

“Or so I thought!”

“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.

“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”

The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”

“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.

“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.

“Then who did?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”

“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.

“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.

“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”

“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”

“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.

“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.

“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”

“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.

“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.

“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.

“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”

“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”

Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.

The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.

“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”

“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.

“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.

“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.

“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.

“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“

“Ahhh!”

An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.

There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.

“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.

Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs

“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.

“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.

You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.

“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.

“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.

“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.

“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”

“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.

“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”

“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.

“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.

“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.

“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.

“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”

“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.

“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.

Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”

“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.

“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.

“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.

“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.

Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0

“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”

“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.

“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.

“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.

“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.

“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.

“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.

“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.

“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.

“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.

“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.

“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.

“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.

“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.

“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”

“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.

“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”

“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”

“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”

You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.

The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.

“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.

“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.

“I…I don’t want to.”

He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Don’t leave me.”

You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.

“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.

“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.

His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?

You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.

“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”

“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.

But it was no use. No one can hear you.

You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.

You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.

The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.

“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”

“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.

“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”

“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.

“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.

The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.

The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.

There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.

“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.

Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.

It’s fucking Steve!

He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.

“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.

He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.

“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”

You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.

“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.

Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.

“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”

“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.

Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”

“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”

“W-why?”

“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”

“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”

“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”

“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”

“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.

You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.

“Robin, how could you?” You cried.

“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.

“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.

“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”

“Was it worth killing all our friends?”

“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”

“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.

“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.

“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”

The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.

“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.

You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.

“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.

“You got it.” Steve says.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.

You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.

“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.

Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.

Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”

He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.

“Let me go!” You cried.

“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”

Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”

“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”

You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”

Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”

Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.

“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.

Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”

“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.

He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”

“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.

“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.

“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”

Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.

“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.

“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”

He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.

“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.

“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.

You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.

He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”

“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.

“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”

“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.

Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.

“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.

Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.

You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.

“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”

You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.

“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.

You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.

“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.

“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.

“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.

“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.

You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.

“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.

“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”

“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.

“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.

“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”

Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.

“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.

“Untie me please.” You pleaded.

“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.

Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.

“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.

You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.

Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.

The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.

You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.

Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.

“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.

You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”

“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”

Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.

“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.

“Oh god, yessss.”

You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.

Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.

You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.

“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.

“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.

“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.

“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.

“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.

“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”

“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.

“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”

“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.

Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”

You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”

“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.

Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”

You’re in for a long, long night.

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Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary: A steamy game of Truth or Dare escalates between you and your best friend Eddie Munson. It becomes increasingly clear he will stop at nothing to get your attention, including obsessing over you, stalking you at work, and wearing skin tight leather pants. Anything it takes to have you come over a play a naughty game of Truth or Dare

Warnings: 18+ Smut, Eddie is a perv, obsessive, irresistible, flirty, soft dom Eddie and mean Eddie but in a sexy way *wink wink.* Face sitting, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation. Eddie is a bit of a stalker because he's obsessed with reader, raunchy drinking game, a healthy amount of exhibitionism. And A bunch of other sexy things I want to be a surprise, etc.

Author's note: I really loved writing the first part so much that I couldn't help but write another one, Eddie and Reader's relationship is very personal to me lol I'm literally fangirling over my own writing right now. Enjoy, and remember to reblog and comment, it really helps and def encourages me to write more + means a lot to me! <3

It had been a week since you and Eddie confessed your feelings for each other, well more or less that's basically what happened. Most nights he would call just to talk about his day and ask you about your day, an excuse to hear your voice and to keep tabs on you. One thing Eddie Munson was sure of was that he didn't want anyone asking you out, or even innocently flirting with you, that was off the table. Eddie thought he was being casual, only coming into Family Video when you were scheduled, but you caught on quick.

"Need help finding anything, Munson," you're leaning up against the horror section shelf, arms crossed over your chest.

Eddie was squatting with his elbows on his knees, trying to find god knows what, he was particular with his horror movies. Eddie's hair was in a low bun, loose strands rested on his cheeks. You fought back a dreamy sigh that threatened to blow your cover, 'play it cool', you thought to yourself.

You squat down beside Eddie, and finally he turns to you, "I would, but the service here sucks," he slaps his knees and stands up, smiling down at you.

You fake pout, "that's offensive, Munson. I keep this place organized, and I do a pretty damn good job at that considering you like to put everything out of order on purpose, just to fuck with me. You're a menace." A very cute menace, honestly.

Eddie did that on purpose, mix up all of the tapes in the horror and comedy section and then watch as you huffed and puffed, organizing them all over again while he watched sitting on top of the counter, usually talking to Steve and Robin. That was most nights, but Sunday nights like tonight you were always on your own, mainly because Sunday was the least busy night and it was an option to work this night. But you were nothing but persistent in the pursuit of moving out of Hawkins, saving up for your way out was on your mind as much as Eddie Munson was. Which was saying something, because you thought about both a lot, both involved escapism and the irony of it all mocked you.

You hold out your hand to Eddie and he yanks you up by your hand so fast you have to steady yourself when you knock into his chest, you scoff while he's clearly amused that you're both chest to chest again.

"Woah, you ok," Eddie steadies you by your waist. You feel like a puddle of feelings looking up at him, all you wanted to do was kiss that goofy grin off his face.

"I would be ok if you stopped rearranging my masterpiece," you cross your arms over your chest, defiant but playful. Your cover was still holding strong, while you were screaming on the inside.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie puts his hands up in defense and chuckles.

"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about," you poke his chest with your finger.

"But when you organize the bottom shelves I always get the best view of London and France...and your underpants. You know that saying, right?"

"It's a children's rhyme...so yeah, I'm familiar. Why are you interested in my underpants anyways, Munson?" You weren't wearing any panties today and there's no way you were about to organize those VHS tapes in front of Eddie, you would never hear the end of it.

"Stop calling me that."

"Fine, what do you want me to call you?"

"Daddy," Eddie smirks and pokes his tongue out at you.

Your face heats up, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about calling him that outside of your fantasies. "You're such a perv, Eddie oh my god," you turn around and storm to the back of the store, the employee break room just behind the door. Eddie follows behind you, staring at your ass, and making sure to close the distance between you two when you hit the door his crotch is on your ass. Your hand rests on the door knob, frozen in place. It had been a week since you two were this close, it was driving you both insane being so close and keeping the game at play. But now since you both were aware, the rules of the game had changed drastically. Eddie was braver now, blatantly driving you crazy because he knew he could afford to be more obvious and in your face about it.

"Somethin' important in that break room, baby," Eddie whispers in your ear and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation.

"I have to pee, Eddie." You fake annoyance, this was your only way to maintain your cool, otherwise you would've fucked him in the aisles already. You had half a mind to make the horror section look like a porno, which Family Video would never dare to carry, being a family friendly store and all.

"Can I watch," Eddie says, completely serious and intrigued. Part of him wonders if you would ever consider saying yes to that question.

"Gross, no" you swat him away with your clipboard, you had your checklist for closing the store in hand.

"You should add doing me on that checklist of yours, sweetheart. What do you say," Eddie smiles nudging you back with his elbow. You're both facing each other now and you can feel your breath grow shallow with each passing moment. You wanted to be all over him in that moment, but teasing him was all apart of the fun. He tortured you, so it was only right you got to torture him back.

"Shut up, Eddie," you roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. Because his smile was just so contagious, it was hard not to melt at. You turn around, barging into the break room, turned away from Eddie and immediately letting that smile escape you while he wasn't looking at you, butterflies in your stomach.

Careful to coax that smile away because you knew Eddie would follow close behind you, not letting you out of his sight. He was in a good mood today, but that was about to change. You knew the more you teased him the meaner he would get, and that was sort of your goal.

"I have a show this Tuesday," Eddie mentions, sitting down at the break room table, manspreading like some kind of Greek god.

"Yeah...so?" You stand above Eddie and the moment you're close enough for him to grab he pulls you into his lap.

"So you're going," Eddie's voice gets huskier, more demanding as he places a gentle hand on your chin, tilting your face to his. "I don't like your attitude, Princess. Do I have to be mean to get your attention, is that it?"

“M-Maybe,” you stammer, Eddie’s delighted at his new found discovery.

“Ah, I know what you are now, makes a lot of sense too. Hmm, I think I could use this to my advantage.”

“What I am, what do you mean by that?” You wiggle under Eddie’s gaze, his eyes were practically black whenever he was like this, it was mesmerizing as much as it was terrifying.

“You’re. A. Brat. See, you can’t even stop yourself from grinding yourself on my dick. You’re so needy, Princess,” Eddie moves you so that you’re straddling his waist, both of your legs gripping his hips for dear life.

“I thought I was a cocktease,” your voice is hushed, small compared to Eddie’s loud mouth.

“Oh, you are. That’s what you’ve been doing the moment I walked in here, acting like what happened a week ago was nothing. If you wanted to get a fucking rise out of me it worked, you’re coming home with me tonight. When’s your shift end, Princess?”

“In thirty minutes…”

“See you in thirty,” Eddie hops out of his seat, pulling you up with him as he stands, striding out of the room without looking back.

Eddie knew what you wanted now, which was reassuring, but there were still answers left blank whenever he thought about you and what your relationship meant. How far can you go with someone and still consider them a friend? One thing was clear, and that everything had changed between the two of you for good. Maybe you could still consider each other friends, but most friends didn’t spend all day fantasizing about the other. Eddie sat in his van, parked in front of your work, contemplating how insane this all was. He had never felt this crazy about someone. Never could he imagine being so consumed, and so obsessed with you. He had always seen you as beautiful, funny, smart, reliable, but it wasn’t until that game night where you two had first seen each other in a different light. Eddie thought about that night a lot, and wondered how intentional your advances were, or if it was just a pure accident.

Everyone was drunk, laughing and playing cards, when you came back from a night out you found Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie all at the dining room table. Nancy called to you first and managed to ask if you wanted to be dealt in. You said sure and she dealt you a hand of cards, but then you noticed there were no more seats left.

You looked over at Eddie, his lap looked so comfortable and inviting, so sit-able. And so you were still tipsy from the bar, so you thought to yourself ‘fuck it,’ and sat down in Eddie Munson’s lap. Eddie was shocked, you were always so polite and friendly…but never this damn friendly. The pressure of your ass on his thigh made it hard not to get a boner, but he fought for as long as he could, trying to play it cool. No one said a word about it, they hardly even noticed, all distracted with drunk chatter.

“Comfortable, honey,” Eddie squeezes your waist playfully.

“You’re the best seat in the house, Munson,” you say, definitely not thinking about sitting on his face. You had drunk two glasses of wine, and while it was having an effect on you, you were completely aware of your actions, just more inclined to do them is all.

Eddie chuckles, “so I guess girl’s night was better than game night with us then…did you at least miss me,” Eddie fake pouts. He was always naturally flirty so there was nothing off about this, but now things suddenly felt different, dirtier. The way he squeezed your hips made you feel like you were doing something forbidden.

You rub your thighs together at his words, moving to straddle his thigh, your elbows on the table. Staring down at your cards you place one in the deck, everyone was too busy and caught up with conversation to see what was happening right in front of them. It was almost too easy, you thought about taking Eddie to your bedroom right then, no one would even suspect a thing if you said you were tired and wanted to turn in for the night.

“Of course I missed you, don’t be silly,” you rubbed yourself on Eddie’s thigh, testing the waters.

Eddie’s cock grows beneath you and you grind your ass on him, it goes on for about five minutes and Eddie’s doing everything in his power to keep social grace even though you were driving him crazy. Eddie stood suddenly and excused himself to the restroom. Little did you know at the time, he went to your bedroom to relieve himself instead, he left early holding his jacket over his pants to hide the dark patch on his jeans.

“Is he…alright,” Robin questioned, raising an eyebrow in your direction. And for a moment you thought you were about to get caught before anything had actually started. But then thankfully Robin shrugged it off and went back into a rant about the newest book she read and how bogus the ending was. You sighed quietly in relief and went about the rest of your night like normal.

Normal was a funny word, a concept really, a concept that didn’t exist between you and Eddie anymore. That’s why when you opened the passenger door to his van, you didn’t know what to expect.

“So, are you kidnapping me or something? Because I don’t have time for that, I have an air tight schedule, Munson.” You couldn’t help it, the word just slipped out of your mouth, it’s what you were used to calling him. That’s what Steve called him for a long time until eventually Eddie started calling Steve ‘Stevie,’ that’s when everyone followed suit on the first name and nickname basis.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead, the way Eddie stared you down made your stomach do little flips. He looked really hot when he was angry, and maybe subconsciously you wanted to rile him up more than originally intended.

“What did I tell you about calling me that? It’s Eddie, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you salute him with your hand and he scoffs back at you, muttering something along the lines of ‘that’s more like it’ under his breath while backing out of the parking space.

The ride to Eddie’s place was quiet, he moved into a one bedroom apartment a year ago, it wasn’t fancy but it was homey and modest. Eddie opens the front door for you, letting you go ahead of him, always looking for a chance to gawk at your ass. Eddie didn’t care about being subtle about it anymore, he pinches your ass the moment you step in front of him, cackling when you jump in surprise.

“Eddie! What was that for?!”

“Your butt is really pinchable. I can't help myself, but hey I almost forgot I have a surprise for you,” Eddie smiles mischievously and runs to his cabinets to fish out some shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He was planning on you coming over, he had deep cleaned and reorganized his whole apartment in a nervous rush two hours beforehand. But he would never admit that outright.

You cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes at him, “what’s that for?” Stupid question, you knew what. Eddie wanted to play a game.

“I have a drinking game I’ve been dyin’ to play with you, honey,” bingo, fucking jackpot, you were right.

Eddie looked downright stunning tonight, and you finally have a moment to admire him under good lighting. A Black Sabbath muscle t-shirt that left little to the imagination with leather pants, god how could you only notice now he was wearing leather fucking pants?!

“Like what you see, doll,” Eddie winks and hands you a shot glass and brings you to his room, leading you by one hand, and holding his shot glass and the whiskey bottle in the other.

Eddie’s room was…clean? Strange and unusual behavior from a man that would usually forget empty beer cans in his room.

“Weird,” you mumble under your breath. Eddie’s making himself comfortable, head up against the headboard, pouring himself a shot and motioning for you to set your shot glass down and pours one for you as well. “So this game you’ve been dying to play with me…what exactly is it,” you ask, crawling on Eddie’s lap and making yourself comfortable straddling him for the second time today.

“Truth, Dare, or Drink sweetheart?” Eddie’s grinning from ear to ear, prepared Truth’s and Dare’s already in mind.

“Truth,” you say instinctively, already regretting your choice you wince, knowing what’s bound to come up. Maybe Eddie will go easy on you, or at least wait a few rounds to bring out the big guns so to speak.

“What have you and King Steve done,” oh so he wasn’t going easy on you at all, not even a little bit.

Whatever, you had to answer this truthfully sometime, better late than never. You downed the shot before you spoke, Eddie’s eyes widened at this, his heart skipping several beats. “He taught me a few things, like how to kiss. But it’s not what you think, Eddie. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. Are you satisfied now?”

“What do you mean taught you a few things, what does that even mean? Just kissing? Why did you need a fucking teacher, anyways. Did he con you into that so he could feel you up or something, I mean, fuck. That just sounds like a porno to me, sounds fucking ridiculous to me.” The thought of you and Steve sharing such an intimate moment, made Eddie’s heart ache a bit, but imagining the two of you kissing did give him a semi hard on.

“Ah ah ah, wait your turn. You only get one question at a time, sir. Play by the rules,” you say, Eddie rolls his eyes at you. “Truth, Dare, or Drink, babe?”

Eddie’s heart flutters at the pet name but he keeps a straight face, “Well, since I’m drinking no matter what after listening to that…fuck it, dare me,” Eddie downs his shot and pours himself another, downing that one as well.

“Jesus, you haven’t even heard the dare yet.”

“I needed the first one for sanity, and the second one for bravery, now dare me!” Eddie yanks your hair playfully and you swat his arm.

“Ok fine, I dare you to…”

Eddie chants, “please say eat your pussy,” three times with his hands clasped together in prayer and his eyes screwed shut while you think of a dare.

“Take your shirt off,” it wasn’t much but it was the best you could think of under pressure.

“Oh, so you are horny, good to know. Lame dare, but good to know,” Eddie tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps your ass. “I could still eat your pussy though, I don’t need to be dared for that. That’s on the house!”

“Focus, Eddie! Keep your head in the game, this is serious!”

“I’ll have you know I am very serious, now Truth, Dare, or Drink?” Eddie’s eyebrows are raised, prompting you, a whole list of truths and dares already circulating his mind.

“Dare…and drink,” you hold out your glass and Eddie pours you another shot and you toss it down, wincing at the burn, but appreciating the warm feeling that grew in your stomach from the whiskey.

Eddie has something wicked in mind, you could tell by the look on his face, “I dare you to sit on my face,” Eddie’s staring you down, laying down and making a ‘come here’ motion with his pointer finger.

You take a deep breath and crawl onto his chest and plant a small kiss on his cheek, the way Eddie had his tongue out and wiggled his eyebrows at you made you throb. Thinking about his tongue on your pussy was something you thought about constantly, and now it was finally happening, in the hottest way possible no less. You place yourself on his face, Eddie grips your thighs, pulling you down further so you weren’t hovering.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, hands running through his curls, you pull on his hair when his tongue sucks at your clit. You start grinding on Eddie’s face and he does the unthinkable, HE starts moaning at how you tasted. Eddie squishes your thighs, massaging them, your face is flush and you try not to laugh. He sucked on your clit so hard that it tickled, you throw your hands over your mouth, but not before one giggle escapes. Maybe he won’t notice? Eddie stops and you smooth your skirt down so your can see his face better. Oh god, he fucking noticed. He also noticed you didn’t wear panties underneath your skirt today. He wasn’t about to let those two things go without chastising you about them.

“Hey, what’s so funny, punk,” Eddie questions you, his mouth wet from you.

“It just tickles, that was,” you sigh deeply, “amazing. But don’t get a big ego because I said that,” you point your finger at him and he tries to bite it but you pull it away quickly. “Now, Truth, Dare, or Drink, Eddie?”

“But I wasn’t finished!” Eddie tugs at your skirt and tries to pull you up to his face again, you resist him and scoot into his lap. He sits up, hands propped up behind him and sighs, “you’re driving me crazy again.”

“Too bad, answer the question, pretty boy,” you say and squish his cheeks together. Eddie thinks he’ll die if you call him another pet name, you’re softening the mean Eddie that showed his face not too long ago.

“Are you kidding? Dare me, and make it challenging this time, babe. Shock me,” Eddie tosses back another shot and winces, slamming the shot glass down on his bedside table.

“I dare you to call Steve Harrington and ask him on a date,” you giggle at the utter shock on Eddie’s face at your words.

“Well, you shocked me. But I’m drinking and not at liberty to discuss Stevie for the rest of the night, ok?” Eddie takes the whiskey bottle and takes one big gulp.

“Easy there, tiger,” you say, taking the whiskey bottle away from Eddie before he tries to chug anymore. “I think we’re good on this for tonight, I’m putting this away,” you roll off the bed and stride into the kitchen, placing the whiskey bottle back where Eddie got it, hoping he doesn’t try to argue with you on this one.

“You’re such a killjoy, baby,” Eddie grumbles from behind you, following your every move once again. You turn around to see Eddie admiring you, amused by how responsible and cute you were, the little things showed you cared about him and it made his heart swell. “My sweet little killjoy, my little cocktease, my little brat,” Eddie rattles on, caging you to the counter, arms on either side of you . “Am I going to have to show you how to ease up, ya know, just let me in. I know you want me, baby. Afterall, that’s why you’re wearing this skirt, huh? That’s for me, isn’t it,” Eddie’s face is proud, “I love the lack of panties by the way, easy access. Only for me, right,” Eddie’s in your face now, staring down at your lips and licking his own.

You’re speechless, for once you’re speechless. That was a lot to process, and Eddie was on a roll, you wanted to hear more from that dirty mouth of his.

“Truth or Dare,” Eddie challenges you one last time.

“Dare, definitely dare,” you say, knowing you would’ve done whatever he asked of you right then and there. You were under his spell, you thought, or maybe you just happened to have a soul crushing, heart pounding, crush on your best friend that changed the dynamics of your friendship forever. Probably the ladder, though.

Eddie grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, “I dare you to hop up on my counter and open those pretty legs for me. Here, I’ll help,” Eddie lifts you up and sets you down on the counter, discarding your shirt you stare at him in awe. You never really thought raw sex appeal was a real thing until you saw Eddie Munson at work, and riled up. He was a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure. Shirtless, tatted, leather pants, the imprint of his hard cock through his pants were very distracting. Eddie opens your legs, insisting you keep your ‘pretty skirt on for him’ winking, unzipping his pants to reveal he also didn’t wear underwear today either. His dick hit his stomach, pre cum staining his newest tattoo of a dragon in red ink. Eddie peels the leather pants off and situates himself between your legs, “you’re being so good for me, doll. I’m really proud of you, nothing smart to say?” Eddie holds his dick in one hand, rubbing it up and down your pussy.

“You look really yummy right now, so no,” you hold his face in your hands gently and crash your lips into his. Eddie slams himself into you with ferocity, no one’s called him yummy before and he thinks he could get used to that, get used to your body as well. You wrap your legs around his torso and moan into his mouth, a moan you didn’t know you had in you, it was so pretty it sounded fake.

Eddie breaks the kiss to suck on your neck, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear, “you’re so pretty, baby. Did I ever tell you that? Oh god, you’re being so good for me tonight I’m going to fuck you so good. Can you touch yourself for me, please? Yeah, rub your clit just like that, you’re perfect.” Eddie’s praises and rough pace was enough to make you see stars alone, your fingers on your clit was sending you over the edge. Overstimulated and a moaning mess, you kiss him with tears falling down your cheeks, Eddie sucks on your tongue and bites your lip, he was overstimulating you on purpose. Knowing much more about women’s desires than any man in Hawkins, only because he was obsessed with women and sex, and learning about the two of them. The female sexual response was something that came naturally to him, he had enough practice to know what drove women crazy, and you were the cherry on top. The one he’d been waiting to spoil with his knowledge, but it was almost downright devilish from your perspective. You’d never fallen apart in front of someone like this, it was new…but a good new.

Pulling away from the kiss Eddie wipes a tear from your eye and cups your cheek, “aw, did I make you cry? I’m so sorry, baby. But I’m not finished yet, do you think you can be a good girl for a little bit longer for me?”

You shake your head yes, fucked out and resting your head on his shoulder, holding his torso while he pounded into you. Eddie gripped your hips and resumed his fast pace for a good ten minutes, kissing your chest, neck, and lips until you felt him come deep inside of you. You could feel his dick twitch as he pulled out of you, “I’m really proud of you, baby,” and sloppily kissed your lips.

“Does my makeup still look good,” you sniffle and wipe under your eyes, laughing at how absurd this all felt. Fucking your best friend felt like a sin, it was something secret that was just for the two of you to share. The feelings you two shared only made it worse, made you feel more guilty, and scared the friendship would never be the same. That worry never leaving your mind most days, but right now you didn’t care, this wrong felt so right.

“Don’t worry about it, you look yummy,” Eddie smirks and pulls you in for another kiss.

Before you knew it, it was finally Tuesday, the day of Eddie’s show and you were sitting at the bar watching his set, he was wearing those fucking leather pants again. Eddie kept glancing over at you, not being able to help himself. You were wearing a flattering red dress adorned with red lipstick, he admired the bold choice, and you admired his. The Pants were definitely something you could consider your weakness now, something that would always make you think of how your best friend seduced you again, and how you were starting to care less any time you saw him mouth something to you from the stage between songs. Eddie mouthed the words ‘hey, killjoy’ and ‘yummy,’ and winked every time he caught you staring at him with your mouth open. Watching him play was fucking mesmerizing.

When the show ended Eddie sauntered over to you, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning into your personal space, “did you like it?” He was ecstatic you went to one of his shows, cheering him on silently from a pretty decent size bar crowd he had managed to gain over time. They were a town favorite, Corroded Coffin was one good show away from a state tour, and Eddie was proud of that.

“I loved it, the guitar player was pretty cute too, and the singer…,” you smile up at his face that was glistening with sweat.

“Hey, I happen to be both of those guys. What are the odds, wanna have a private show in about an hour? VIP only!”

“Isn’t it inappropriate to take advantage of your fans,” you tease him.

“I think it would be inappropriate to not take advantage of how killer you look tonight, doll face. See you in an hour,” Eddie grins, stealing your beer, then smooching your cheek quickly and hugging you to him with affection. Sticking his tongue out at you, he jogged away to pack up his equipment with the rest of the guys.

Your mouth dropped, not caring if anyone saw, because still it could’ve easily been seen as regular Eddie behavior from an outside view. But you knew better, you knew right then and there you were head over heels in love with your best friend Eddie Munson.

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Stages - Part 2

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,780

Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.

A/N: Well, well, well. I obviously lost control and wrote a long-ass part lmfao

STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

TWO: DENIAL

On the day you landed your first job, Nat decided that a night out must take place in order to celebrate. All your college friends were there: Bucky, Nat, Steve and Sam. All of you hopped from one bar to another, took body shots, played beer pong— basically, it was a crazy, wild night.

Knowing that you didn’t have the best tolerance for alcohol, Bucky kept his eye on you the entire night. He always made sure that you were safe whenever you all went clubbing and that night was no exception. Although he was extra protective of you and this didn’t go unnoticed.

“Someone do a body shot on me!” You screamed and hopped on top of the bar counter, earning cheers from everyone in the club.

“Quick, take a video of this!” Sam nudged Nat who immediately fished her phone out of her pocket.

Bucky restlessly stayed close to you to make sure that you weren’t going to do something stupid. You didn’t need to have alcohol in running in your system to do crazy shit, what more if you were actually shit-faced drunk.

“Put the salt on her tits!” Nat yelled.

Bucky glared at her and then turned to Steve with a shocked expression on his face, “What the actual fuck?”

Steve chuckled and shook his head, “Well, what’s new?”

More cheers erupted from the crowd when you sat on the bar counter and let the bartender dust some salt into your cleavage.

“Any volunteers?” He asked.

“I’ll take the shot.”

Bucky’s ears perked at the voice of a guy, probably around your age. He was tall and lean, he was good-looking to be honest. But Bucky didn’t like his aura. At all. He didn’t like how the guy eyed you from head to toe, how he licked his lips as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you like a predator stalking its prey.

The guy was up to no good, Bucky could tell.

“You ready?” The bartender asked you.

“I was born ready!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, eyes lidded as the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed began to take over your senses.

Bucky could feel his blood boil with how the guy was too touchy as he waited for the bartender to give him his shot. The way his hands squeezed your waist, how they slid lower so he could get a feel of your ass. Or how he kept on whispering to your ear, his lips brushing against your cheek as you merely chuckled in your drunken stupor.

The bartender handed the shot glass to the guy and it was at that moment that Bucky knew that he wasn’t going to let the guy have his way with you.

“Hell fucking no.” Bucky said and rushed over to you, snatching the shot glass from the guy and gulping it down in one go.

“No body shots tonight, everybody. Have a great night!” Bucky said as he ushered you away from the perv.

The crowd booed Bucky as he glared at the guy who looked ready to deck him. Thank god for Steve who placed a heavy hand on the guy’s shoulder, squeezing it as a warning.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve pointed out.

Bucky pushed you away from the crowd despite your protests, “The fuck is wrong with you?” You slurred.

Bucky deadpanned, “That sleazy fucker was about to swallow your tits.” He said, sitting you down on one of the couches in the club.

You pouted, “I have salt all over my boobs.” You said, looking down at your cleavage before looking up at Bucky through your lashes as he stood in front of you.

Bucky blushed at how fucking innocent you looked, something he never really noticed about you until now. The way your eyes fluttered in an attempt to keep them open, how your cheeks were flushed from the tequila running through your body.

“Well, if you didn’t volunteer to do a fucking body shot then you wouldn’t have that problem.” Bucky scolded you, turning to Steve and grabbing the glass of water he had brought for you to drink.

“Here, drink.” Bucky instructed you, pushing the glass of water into your face.

You shook your head, “Clean it up first.” you told him.

“Clean what?” Bucky asked.

“The salt on my boobs. Clean it.” you said with a pout, finally drinking the glass of water and burping out loud afterwards, making Bucky cringe.

“Fuck no, wipe it off with a tissue. I’m not licking salt off of your chest.” He said.

“You’re no fun, Barnes.” You huffed out. “Imma go...fuck...I wanna throw up.” You hiccupped and stood up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.

Bucky approached Nat and nagged her to follow you into the bathroom to make sure you were fine.

“You know, you’re acting strange.” Nat observed with a sly grin. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.” She teased.

“First of all, that’s gross. And second, everyone knows how much of a pain in my ass she is when drunk. I’m preventing said pain in my ass, that’s all.” Bucky defended. “Now go and follow her, make sure she throws up in the toilet and not on the ground.” Bucky said and pushed Nat towards the direction of the bathroom.

“Fuck no, I’m not cleaning up her mess. Why don’t you go instead?” Nat complained before walking away.

Bucky? In love with you?

“Me? In love with her? Gross.” Bucky uttered under his breath, unable to notice that Nat was smirking as she walked away and disappeared into the dance floor.

Bucky snapped out of his trance when he heard Sam’s voice calling for him. He grunted when he looked around and saw that Nat had disappeared. Looking over at Sam who was watching drunken girls squeal as they rushed out of the bathroom, he figured out that you failed to reach the toilet before actually puking.

Running a hand through his hair, Bucky quickly ran to the bathroom and sighed when he saw you kneeling by the entrance, your vomit pooling around your knees.

“Good god.” he huffed and bent over to pick you up, “I fucking knew you wouldn’t make it. C’mere.” he said and brought you over to the sink.

Bucky made sure to hold your hair, keeping it away from your face as you continued to throw up for the next minute.

“You’re disgusting, Christ.” Bucky said as he watched you heave out a couple more times before whining.

“My throat is burning and the world is spinning.” you sang, gripping onto the edge of the sink to steady yourself.

Seeing how fucking drunk you were, Bucky turned on the faucet and began cleaning you up almost drowning you when he continuously splashed water onto your face. He then took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water and began wiping your arms and legs which had remnants of your vomit.

“Bucky.” you slurred as you leaned against the sink while Bucky was bent down, cleaning up your legs.

He hummed in response but didn’t say anything.

“Buckyyy, bonky boo...booboo...” you giggled.

Bucky looked up at you with a confused look on his face, “The fuck are you saying?”

“Are you my boyfriend?” you suddenly asked.

“How many fucking shots did you take?” Bucky asked as he stood up, unable to bite back his amusement at your antics.

“What’s your shirt made of, huh? Boyfriend material? ‘Cause you look like a boyfriend...my boyfriend.” you said and laughed, throwing your head back.

Bucky felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You looked so carefree with your head thrown back as you laughed. Even with your face all wet from the water and your hair sticking on your forehead, you looked really pretty. Hell, you smelled like vomit and yet Bucky found himself adoring you as you kept giggling and slurring your words.

Nat’s words rang in his head like an alarm, sending his senses into overdrive and panic.

If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.

As if it was all the wake up call that he needed, Bucky’s eyes went wide as he shook his head.

“Fuck no.” he said as he stared at you, neck and ears red at all the weird thoughts crowding his brain.

He began slapping your cheek gently, “You look ugly and you smell like vomit. Definitely not girlfriend material.” he said and it was most likely directed at himself rather than at you.

As if he was reminding himself that you were still the same girl in college who had the ugliest haircut he had ever seen.

“God, I fucking hate these heels.” You complained as you bent down to fix the strap while you gripped Bucky’s arm for support.

“Maybe if you actually listened to me and bought the other pair I showed you, you wouldn’t be whining like a fucking bitch.” Bucky complained as he watched you fiddle with the straps every now and then.

“That pair was hideous!” You told Bucky as you straightened up, your hand still wrapped around his arm.

“Hideous but comfortable. Don’t make me fucking carry you when you finally decide to give up on those damn shoes.” He said, waving over at the waiter passing by to grab some champagne.

Bucky frowned when he saw someone arrive at the reception of your cousin’s wedding. He quickly handed you the glass of champagne, “You’re gonna need this.” He whispered, tipping his head towards your father who just showed up.

You knew that your father will be attending your cousin’s wedding, it was the reason why your mom who was supposedly your plus one, decided not to go. So automatically, you had asked Bucky to accompany you knowing that you’ll be seeing your father again after the divorce, ten years ago.

If only you didn’t love your cousin, you would’ve ditched her wedding for sure.

Your breath hitched when you followed the direction of Bucky’s eyes. True enough, your father was there and he wasn’t alone; someone younger was clutching his arm, smiling sheepishly at your aunts and uncles that your father had approached. You downed the champagne in one go and wished it was enough to loosen up your nerves.

“Can you stop squeezing my arm?” Bucky asked, feeling your fingers clench around his elbow tightly.

Your grip on Bucky tightened even more when your father’s gaze landed on you. The closer he got to where you and Bucky stood, the tighter you held onto Bucky.

“Breathe.” Bucky bent down to whisper to you as he gently removed your hand from his arm so he could place it on the small of your back for support.

“Wow. Hi.” Your father greeted you with a smile. He glanced over at Bucky and tipped his head in acknowledgment.

Bucky offered a tight-lipped smile before focusing his attention on you. You looked pale, not even your make-up managed to give color to your face at that moment.

“How have you been? It’s been...so long.” Your father asked and Bucky could tell that the question was genuine.

But he also knew that you hated your father with a passion and that no matter how sincere he would be, it wouldn’t be enough for you to forgive him. It was as if you spaced out and if Bucky hadn’t gently tapped your back, you wouldn’t have responded.

“I’m good.” You stated, voice small and shaky.

Bucky noticed that your father too didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you just remained still with unspoken questions hanging in the air. The woman beside your father must’ve felt that awkward atmosphere and cleared her throat.

“Hi, I’m Diana. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She chirped and extended a hand.

Bucky watched as your eyes slowly went from Diana’s face down to her hand where two rings sat on her finger, one with a princess-cut diamond and the other, a simple silver band but with tiny diamonds studded around it.

“You’re married?” You asked your father, leaving Diana’s hand hanging in the air awkwardly.

“You actually remarried.” You bitterly chuckled. “For how long?” You asked.

Bucky’s hand on your back was now wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady on your feet.

Your father opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was then that Bucky understood the gravity of the situation. You’d told him about your parents’ divorce, how they slowly started to lose interest in each other and how they ended up fighting daily. All these years you thought that it was a simple falling out, that one day they both woke up knowing that they no longer loved each other.

Diana straightened her posture, “Ten years.” She responded.

All hell broke loose.

A string of hushed curses escaped from your mouth as you angrily addressed your father’s betrayal. You’d been angry at him for giving up on your mom that easily, for not fighting for your custody...for simply disappearing from your life after the divorce.

All this time you’d been angry at him for all the wrong reasons.

He’d been cheating on your mom. It was the reason why he had signed the papers immediately and without any hesitation. You couldn’t understand why your mom hid this from you, why she never told you the real reason why she filed for a divorce.

“I will never ever fucking forgive you.” It was the last thing you said before running out of the venue, your painful heels long forgotten.

Bucky ran after you and grabbed your arm, stopping you in the middle of the hotel lobby. You thought he was going to reprimand you for being rude to your father or that he was going to ask you to go back to the reception and finish the program out of respect. But instead, Bucky bent down and started to unbuckle the straps of your heels.

“If you’re going to dramatically walk out, make sure you won’t fall flat on your fucking face. That shit’s embarrassing as fuck.” Bucky said and carefully removed your heels.

He knew you were holding back your tears and he honestly thought that the dam was going to break. But remained stubborn and managed to suppress your emotions. For some reason, Bucky wanted to pull you into his embrace and tell you that it was okay to cry.

“Go forth and walk out.” Bucky dramatically told you, motioning towards the grand double doors of the hotel.

A smile. Bucky felt proud for making you smile despite the tension a few minutes ago. He watched you chuckle at his gesture and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh along.

“C’mon, let’s go buy some burgers. Food here is shit anyway.” He told you as he began to walk towards the exit.

However, you remained standing behind him with a frown as you stooped down to your feet. Bucky grunted, “Please don’t tell me—“

“My feet hurt.” You told him.

Bucky rolled his eyes but walked back towards you, groaning as he turned on his back and bent down, “Hop on, bitch.”

You quickly jumped on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing your heels from Bucky’s hand so he could carry you properly, “And I thought you said you wouldn’t carry me.” You teased.

“Knowing how much of a whiny bitch you are, I’d rather carry your heavy ass than deal with your complaints.”

Bucky bit back the smile that had been tugging at his lips. He could smell your shampoo at how close your face was to him, could feel the smoothness of your legs as he held onto them; how you held onto him.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You told him ever so softly, voice barely above a whisper.

He knew that you weren’t just thanking him for carrying you. You were also grateful for him simply being there when things went to shit with your father. If he wasn’t there, you probably wouldn’t know how to deal with the situation. And you appreciated how he didn’t stop you from your outburst, how he didn’t force you to go back in and apologize for the scene you had caused.

Bucky supported you in all the ways you needed him to support you.

“Anything for you.” Bucky replied, but only in his mind because he wasn’t quite ready to face the truth.

The truth that his heart was beginning to flutter whenever you were around.

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lameass-olivia · 5 years

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Listen, I'm sorry

a/n so I'm completely new to this, and I'm sorry if it sucks so much ass. I barely reread it/edited it so if there are mistakes I'm so sorry.

word count:1,484

warnings: angst, swearing

pairing; Steve Harrington x reader (romantic-ish?)

Steve. King Steve. This tall, athletic, attractive, high school boy. He's known for doing a lot, including, playing basketball and dating the ever so, not so innocent Nancy Wheeler. When I say dating, I mean they're still dating. Kinda sucks when you kinda have a crush on him. Cliché, I know, but what can I do to help it.

"Hey Stevie-wevie" I say winking.

"Hey" he says.

"What's up?" I ask

"Nothing, just gonna go get food"

"Oh can i-"

"With Nancy"

"Oh, haha, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do" I say forcing a laugh

"Like what, have sex? I don't know if I can do that" he says looking at his watch

"What the hell? That's kinda rude!" I say a little loud.

"Alright, I have to go now. See ya later" he says not even looking at me.

What's his deal?

The next day at school I saw Steve talking to Tommy. I don't really care for Tommy but Steve says he's cool so I just suck it up.

"And then I was this close" Steve says with hand movements. "Hey dude, shush your little girlfriend gonna hear" tommy whispered.

Steve looked behind his shoulder expecting to see Nancy looking right back at him, but was a little disappointed to see it was you.

"Oh hey"

"Hi? What's your deal? You seem upset" I saw while grabbing his hand. "I'm fine!" He says ripping his hand away from yours "I'm just disappointed that it wasn't Nancy eavesdropping!" He yelled

"What?If it was Nancy she probably would've ran off, embarrassed you're telling this perv about what was gonna happen last night, you may not know this but talking about girls like that, males you a douche!" I yelled back.

By now, the hall was crowding around us, expecting who knows what? A fight? A sex scene?

"Yeah maybe! But she would also know I enjoyed her presence! I don't think she would mind that much!" He says "That's not something I'm used to after all these years with you!"

"If I was such a nuisance after all these years why did you keep being my friend? Huh?! If you didn't enjoy me after all this time, why?" I yell back but this time a little quieter.

"Because! Because!" He says, clearly stalling, thinking up an excuse. He's never has to make up any excuses for/around me. I don't like it.

"Why Harrington?" I yelled, this time, louder than ever.

"Because, I thought you would've put out by now!" He screamed.

"What?" I whisper

"Yeah! But no, now I have a girlfriend who I love!"

Feeling defeated, I said a simple "fuck you and your girlfriend Harrington" and walked off hearing all the cheers my peers were giving the boy. Screaming stuff like "about time!" and "fuck that little slut!".

It was only the second class of the eight hour day. I could not stand to be here any longer.

I raised my hand, keep in mind, Steve, and most of the kids from the hall were in the same class. This shall be fun.

"Yes?" Mrs Murphy said

"May I go to the bathroom? Please" I say sweetly

Mrs Murphy was a nice enough teacher, didn't mind if we talked as long as we did our work.

Sighing she nodded a yes, and gave me a look. The kinda look saying "I know what you're gonna do" I just looked at floor walking out, without the pass.

Right before the door shut completely someone yelled "slut". Nice.

Seeing as I usually ride the bus to and from school (or get a ride from Steve but that's obviously not gonna happen) I just decided to walk home. Mom and dad should be at work, so I'll be in the clear.

Starting my journey I grabbed my Walkman and put on my headphones, turning the volume knob all the way up. So what I couldn't hear, maybe I wanted to get hit.

Human Nature by Michael Jackson came and right away I got a nostalgic feeling.

" Steve! No" I scream why laughing. "What? I'm just casually carrying you over to the pool, not sketchy at all" he says laughing squeezing your thigh.

"STEVE PLEASE DONT AHHH-" and then a big spla

Shit. I didn't even realize I had a tear running down my cheek. Quickly wiping it off, I speed up my pace, hoping to get home faster.

HONK!

I turned around, nothing.

HONK! HONK!

Turning around again, I see a car speeding down the road.

What the hell?? I think.

I turn back around and start to speed walk so fast it probably looked like I was jogging.

The car that was speeding came to an absolute stop. The brakes squealing louder than ever, and the engine smoking more than an edgy teen

"Hey!" He says, turning down his radio "Hey! I know you can hear me!"

"What Steve?" I ask, clearly annoyed "Come here to break my heart more? I think the strings attached heart are about this thin" I say with a hand movement showing how thin.

"Listen, will you please just get in? Let me drive you home, talk things over." He says

"Please"

I obliged.

"Fine, but you have the drive to my house to explain Harrington" I say and he chuckles lightly "I'm serious!".

As I got in, Steve turned up the radio, just so it was at a light hum. "Human Nature, my favorite" he says "Yep"

"Okay, so" he started "You know… you know I didn't mean any of it, at all. Right?" He asks

"No, not right. I one hundred percent believed every word you said. And no, I'm not being sarcastic" I say in a low voice, looking out the window.

"Shit! Why? I meant none of those words.

Not one of them, please, you have to believe me!"

You know Steve has trouble with expressing himself, you know he has trouble talking about stuff like this, you have to forgive him!

"Okay" I simply say

"Okay? As in you forgive me? Or?" He questions

"Okay as in, I'll think about it, this is my stop" I say back

I was right, my house was right there, convenient to the boy next to m, my mom was home, not convenient to me, my mom was home.

"Shit!"

"Do you wanna come over to wait?" Steve asks

"No, I want you to take me to the movies"

"Okay"

"I also want you to buy my ticket"

"Anything else?"

"Yes, popcorn"

"Sounds good, let's go"

"We're already in the car"

"I know" he finishes with a big ass smirk on his face.

Time skip, sorry

"What do you wanna see?" Steve asked

"Ghostbusters" I say with no hesitation whatsoever. "You sure?" He asks, once again.

"Yes"

"Two tickets to Ghostbusters and one large popcorn" he looks back at me mouthing drink? I nodded yes and he turns back to the lady working the concession stand "and one large Coke please"

"Alrighty mad'em, where would you like to sit?"

"Right in the middle, the best seats" I say with, once again, no hesitation.

"How are these the best seats?"

"That's right! We've done everything together besides watching a movie!" I say loud enough for the only other person in the theater to look up at us.

"The middle is best because one, it's not so close that you'll have to look up, causing your neck to hurt, and two, it's not too far away so your eyes won't hurt." I say, explaining my reasoning for picking the middle seats.

I picked the row so Steve only thought it be right for him to pick the seat. By that he just kept going by every seat saying "this one?" And if not, moving right over to the next one.

Halfway through the movie I fell asleep, only to wake up in my bed.

I looked down and was in my pajamas, and saw Steve curled up on the floor.

I just decided to throw a blanket on him.

I also saw a note saying

You fell asleep at the movies so I decided to take you home

I also wanted to leave you this note so you knew what was going on

I then also just thought of staying and staying the night or day? Whatever. When you see this wake me please.

Shit, that was super sweet. Now I have to wake him up and forgive him.

"Stevie-wevie! Wake up please!"

"Huh? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed to say two things"

"Okay, go for it"

"One) I forgive you, two) sleep up here with me"

END

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qvicksilversass · 7 years

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Love and Terror

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Your new apartment isn’t as perfect as it seems.

Words: 2138 Warnings: language, little bit of violence & blood,

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“I’m fine Steve, I’m home! Hear that?” You stumble over the threshold, banging your door closed for effect, “that’s my door, it’s shut and locked so stop worrying!”

“Hey! You rang me!” Steve laughed the other end of the phone, “you got lost running away from Pietro!”

“He kissed me! What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, kiss him back?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, like that would ever happen.

“But he was drunk, and he caught me off guard!”

“Just sleep on it doll, I’ll call you in the mornin’.”

“Looove yooou Steve.”

Hanging up before Steve can reply, you put in your headphones half stumbling half dancing around your apartment. Enjoying the warm buzz from all the Asgardian shots you don’t notice the chill in the apartment, or your breath clouding over as you move around.

Changing into pyjamas and grabbing a glass of water, you snuggle under your covers, pulling them up to your chin. It didn’t occur to you how strange it was to be this freezing in July, your thoughts too occupied with Pietro and your favourite song playing on repeat until you fell asleep.

“Urrghh, what the hell?” You groan and clutch your head, who was ringing you at…you flung off the covers, 3am?! Whoever it was was so in for an earful. You pick up the call, but all you hear is static. Struggling to focus you can just make out unknown on the screen.

“That’s weird,” The lamp clicks on and the door starts to rattle, “really fucking weird.”

The room is as cold as ice and goosebumps form on your bare arms as you step across to the door. The noise stops the moment your fingers close over the handle. You pull, yanking on it yet it doesn’t budge. This door didn’t even have a lock, none of the inside doors did.

“Whoever you are, you better open this door!”

You must be dreaming. It had to be all that asgardian liquor messing with your mind, making you think you’re in some ghost movie, right? You press your ear to the wood, hearing footsteps approaching. They stop outside the door and you run and hide in the covers, your heart beating out of your chest.

The door creaks open, the phantom footsteps walking to the foot of your bed and you feel the pressure of someone sitting on the end of the bed. This wasn’t real, it was just Tony playing a prank on you… You peak over the covers and the black figure seeps down to the floor and crawls under the bed, the sound of fingernails scraping along the floorboards. Fuck this. You grab your phone and call for help, your hands shaking.

“Hello? Steve?” You whisper, trying to keep your voice as low as possible.

“Y/n? Missing me already?” Pietro’s rough voice sing-songed back at you, flirty even at 3am. You groaned, why did you put his name in your speed dial?

“Fuck, Pietro?”

“Did you ass dial me?” he sighed feigning hurt.

“Kinda, shit, listen I need your help!”

“Well, you know I…”

“Not like that perv,” you roll your eyes and the wailing starts again, “there’s something under my bed!”

“How much did you drink tonight?”

“Shut up and listen!” You hold the phone out towards the edge of the bed, the scratching on the floorboards underneath you getting louder, slowly heading to where you’re huddling under the covers, “it’s coming closer!”

“What is that?!”

“Y/n? Y/n?!”

Your breathing, your heart, it all stops when grey hands slip under the covers beside you. Inching closer with every blink of your eyes, the flesh rotten and falling off the bone.

“Pietro! Help me!”

Cold clammy fingers latch onto your arm, the nails sharp as knives cutting into your skin as it drags you off the bed, throwing you across the room. You bounce off the wall, smacking face first into the floorboards.

“Fuck.” Dazed, you try to get your bearings and turn onto your back, holding your nose to stem the blood trickling down your face.

The ghost hovers above you, it’s torn grey dress billowing out like smoke, you can’t move, fear keeping you frozen. Seconds pass and you’re unable to look away, it’s grotesque features twisted and crumbling away. Only dark depths where eyes used to be stare down at you with silent regard.

“Who are you?” you squeak out, covering your face when it screeches at you. This wasn’t going to end well if Pietro didn’t get here soon.

“Something I said? Shit!” The ghost scratches your arms, ferociously trying to get to your face and you kick and struggle back, but your efforts are met with thin air, “What do you want?” You scream at the ghost only inches from your face, you had nowhere to run.

“Y/n?!”

Pietro bangs on the door and the ghost snaps it’s head towards the sound. You roll away running for the closet, only for it to grab your ankle pulling you back and down onto the floor. It’s silent again as you struggle, grabbing onto anything you can as it drags you back, doing anything it can to pull you into the darkness under the bed.

You cling to bedside table, you’re half under the bed now, but you hold on. The pain from deep scratches and cuts on your legs almost unbearable and then you feel it, the sensation of teeth biting into your ankle.

Pietro rams the door open and skids to stop, staring open mouthed and terrified at the thing dragging you under the bed.

“Don’t just stand there!” You scream at him.

“That’s…a…a ghost?!”

“It’s eating my fucking legs can you be scared later?!”

His gaze finally snapping to you he grabs your hands and pulls you out of the ghost’s grip, ripping more skin with it. You stumble into his arms and he supports most of your weight, guiding you out of the door.

The ghost follows you it’s screams becoming deafening, Pietro having to use his speed to dodge the angry ghost’s claws.

“Panic room!” You hiss over the wailing ghost.

“You have a panic room?”

“Tony installed it, shame he didn’t research for fucking ghosts too!”

You hobble over to the bookcase, and press on ‘The Haunting of Hill House’. You half want to make a joke from the irony, though the Ghost grabs at you and Pietro throws you inside, slamming the door closed with his speed. The small room is filled with monitors showing the rooms in the apartment and computers that should have a speed dial to Tony.

“Will we be safe in here? Can’t they go through walls?”

“Tony said they’re protected.”

“From ghosts?!” The ghost screams down the monitor the high pitched noise going straight through you.

“Fucking ghosts!” You yelp and jump back into Pietro’s arms. He doesn’t notice and holds you even tighter, his eyes wide and his fingers digging into your waist almost painfully with every wail and bang from the ghost.

“What?” he asks, snapping his head to you when you giggle.

“It’s ok to be scared…”

“I’m not scared…” Stepping away from you he crosses his arms, only to flinch when the door rattles again. You can’t help laughing, so much you have to steady yourself against the wall, starting to feel dizzy. Pietro looks over at you concerned, then he takes his shirt off. You stare back at him, confused. How exactly is that going to help?

“That shut you up.” he mutters, ripping the shirt into strips.

“You wish, what are you-”

“I need to put pressure on those, you’re losing a lot of blood…”

Pietro wraps them around the deep gashes on your legs and arms, you wince a little but nodded to him you were alright. He sits you down in the only chair and tries to get the computers to work, jumping every time the door banged.

“This is useless!”

“Must be interference from the ghost, I think there’s supplies in that cupboard.” He zooms across pulling out water, food…and a first aid kit. He raises his eyebrows at you.

“You didn’t give me chance to tell you!”

“Anything to get me naked yes?”

“No!” You blushed as he knelt between your legs, gripping your thighs and spreading them wider. He slid his hands down them to the makeshift bandages and dipped his head down. Your breath hitched when you felt his lips brush your thigh, only for him to hold up the bottle of water and first aid kit. Such a tease Maximoff.

“What did you think I was doing?” he asks innocently.

“Nothing.” You huff and cross your arms, covering your top half now acutely aware you weren’t wearing a bra.

While Pietro cleans your wounds and bandages them properly, you get all flustered, the stinging pain the only thing keeping your thoughts pg rated. Pietro loves it though, taking his sweet time.

“Have you finished yet?”

“I don’t want them to get infected…”

“Pietro! I swear to god!”

“Hei, I was enjoying the view.” He winks at you and sits beside you leaning against the wall. It’s getting warm and you can see droplets of sweat forming on his chest. Damn, all he needs is a diet coke.

“Why did you run away tonight?”

Straight to the point, as usual. You could have gone with, I’ve been crushing on you for months and freaked out that you might like me back…instead you went with denial.

“I didn’t.”

“Y/n you ran right out of the club, knocked a girl to the floor and tripped over the steps!”

“Is that not the usual response you get?” You cringed, you had hoped he hadn’t seen that bit.

“Not really, no.” He gives you the puppy dog eyes and you groan, leaning your head back against the cool wall.

“You just surprised me.”

He huffs up, “So I have to make appointment to kiss you?”

“Pretty much.” You shrug.

“You are strange.”

You yawn, the adrenaline in your system fading, your wounds becoming more painful and your head and nose start to ache.

“You know, I’m softer than that chair.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you can’t turn down that invitation, that would be rude.

He helps you down and you sit next to him on the wall before he rolls his eyes and grabs you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you onto his chest. Pietro’s surprisingly comfortable and you snuggle into him, exhausted.

You peer up at him and he lowers his head to kiss you, his lips just brushing yours before your eyes close and he kisses the top of your head instead.

Yep, you’d be embarrassed about that too when you woke up.

Pietro smiles at you lying on his chest, spending the next few hours watching for the ghost. Once the first light of morning shows on the monitors the ghost retreats back to wherever it came from. He sets you down in the chair and contacts Tony through the computers. You sleep right through the rescue mission. Tony sends in the cavalry and Pietro hands you off to the paramedics, refusing to leave your side on the ride to the infirmary.

Why is everything so white? You cover your eyes against the bright white ceiling, white walls, and rough white sheets. Pain shoots through your arms and legs, reminding you what happened the night before.

That’s when you notice the mop of silver hair, Pietro tapping away on his phone beside the bed, dark rings under his eyes and frowning. You would never say it, but you were so happy he stayed with you, saved your life. You got butterflies just looking at him.

“Me dying boring you Pietro?”

He lifts head up giving you a big grin and helps you to sit up, slipping extra pillows behind you, “I was texting your mum she’s worried about you.” He hands you your phone, the screen is a little scratched but still working.

“Of course you were.”

“Stark says the ghost was attached to the bed, it should be safe to go back now he’s ghostbustered it.”

“No fucking way.” You yell and Pietro laughs, setting you off.

“You’ll move back to the tower then?” He asks hopefully.

You smile and lean across, ignoring the pain and kissing his cheek, “I’m glad I butt dialled you Maximoff.” He looks shocked a second before the smirk is back.

“It’s ass.”

“No, it’s butt!”

“It’s Ass dialled-”

You grab his shirt and pull him to you, cutting him off with a kiss. His lips are soft against yours and when he breaks away, he rests his forehead on yours and grins.

“Still think it’s ass…”

“Pietro!”

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