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dollywony · 1 year

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Hi gorgeous!! I was wondering if you could do a yandere miles x f! Reader if you’re comfortable but it’s fine if you’re not!! 💞💞 also could I be 🩰 anon if you take anons??

so pretty - m.f

pairing(s): miles x reader & reader x s/o

summary: being chased around by a man who just killed your friend doesn’t sound like how you wanted to end your evening.

a/n: hi ml!! ive never written anything about yanderes so take this as you please 🫶 + ofc you can be 🩰 anon <3 + i do not mean to romanticize this in anyway, it is purely fiction!

warnings: yandere themes, cursing, mentions of murder

wc: 1.6k+

You pant, frantically running away from the man who’s holding a knife you can’t help but think it’s been a hectic fucking month. First your best friend is shot right in front of your eyes, next the same fucker who shot your friend is chasing you with a dangerously sharp knife.

Fuck who even was this dude? What did he want from you? You spun around, picked up a nearby rock and flung it at him. Not even sparing him a glance you ran. You ran until you felt as if your lungs were going to fail you.

As you tried to catch your breath, you dashed behind an enormous tree. You didn’t want to die, you barely lived your life. And what about your boyfriend? You loved him too much. Fuck what if you didn’t make it out alive? How would he react?

You heard leaves crunching under the thick boots this murderer had on. He was near. Your palms were clammy. Were you going to die tonight? Was this it?, You thought, eyes watering up at the thought. As you closed your eyes and tried to call yourself down with breathing methods everything went silent.

“Did he leave? God I hope he did.” You muttered underneath your breath, so quietly you barely heard it yourself. However this wasn’t the same for him.

He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.

You heard him chuckle. You thought it sounded familiar but shrugged it off, blaming it on your nerves. He was still here. Shit, did he hear you? When you were lost in your thoughts, the man charged at you.

Your eyes shot up, alarmed only to be knocked down by the man who had tackled you to refrain you from moving. You screams weren’t heard as he had slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shut that fucking mouth up before I shove a knife down it.” The man’s voice came out, rough. Your screams had gone instantly silent hearing those words come out of his mouth.

“Good girl.” he complimented, knife in hand to know that his threat wasn’t empty. You told yourself over and over in your head that this wasn’t real, this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that felt too realistic. Oh for goodness sake, who were you trying to fool? You knew that this could either be the end of your life or a start of a very twisted one.

As the masked man starts to slowly pull something out his bag, he tuts, “Y/n.. you know staring at someone is bad.” It was as if he was scolding a child.

“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out, small. Fuck. You were terrified. First this man fucking kills your bestfriend, then he tackles me, and he knows my name?

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?” He hummed, revealing ropes of thick long rope that had spilled out of his bag. Just what was he planning on doing?

“Can I at least get a name?” You whimpered out, back aching from the position you were in. “Oh Y/n you already know me! You don’t recognize me?” He exclaims, imitating a sniffle.

“Well if you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know?,” he uttered out. “You were always too nosy for your good. Never liked that about you really.” Snorts of amusement coming from under the mask.

Your eyes went down immediately, filled with embarrassment with his comments. His hand jerked to grab your chin rather roughly, forcing eye contact. Well, that’s what you assumed he saw. You felt his smirk through the mask. Fucker.

“Don’t be shy Y/n! It’s alright no one’s around to hear anything.” You could practically hear the glee in his voice. As it was obvious that you weren’t going to attempt to talk to him, he sighed.

He got up off of you, you were relieved yet confused why he did so. But just as those thoughts were let loose. You felt the thick rope circling you continuously. Shit. You were done for.

When he was content with his work, he took a step back and broke out into a fit of giggles. It was so amusing to him, seeing her all scared and teary eyed. He had gotten something he finally wanted. He craved her. He craved seeing those tears dripping down her oh so beautiful face, pleading him to stop.

“Fine,” he huffed out, tired of your silence. “If you want to know who I am so badly, I’ll let you see for yourself.” The rage in ripping off the detailed mask was no shock compared to who lied behind it.

Fucking Miles. The boy you rejected in junior year. He was cool about it, saying it was alright. That was before he had stormed off into the boys bathroom, returning with blood stained hands, ignoring people’s stares.

Suspiciously, you had no choice but to cross him off the list as a suspect to whoever was sending you those creepy letters as he stopped pursuing you. Guess you were wrong.

Those creepy letters holding creepy messages. “I love you so much Y/n, you know your strawberry shampoo really makes you smell nice.” and “I know you’re afraid of the dark Y/n, don’t worry I’ll be around to help you my darling.” were just a few of many horrendous letters.

“Miles?” You said, baffled seeing him. “That’s right darling.” He said, tossing the mask god knows where. “You know Y/n, I thought you would’ve gotten the clue. I always get what I want,” He spoke, grasping you by the collar of your shirt. “And I want you Y/n. I love you so so much. I’ll love you until the day I die. If you die, I’ll die as well.”

“M-Miles.. I don’t really know what to say..,” you spluttered out. “My answer is still the same Miles I’m so sor-” “Why won’t you love me?” Miles spat out, cutting you off. He started to shake you aggressively. “Just why? Am I that unlovable? Am I unattractive? Is there anything I can fix about myself?” Miles babbled on, letting the grip on your shirt loose.

“Miles- Miles,” you spoke up, attracting his attention. “Miles. You know why I don’t love you? It’s because-” you suddenly gasped as he placed the tip of the knife onto your chin, as if it was edging you to go on.

“Hmm?,” Miles edged on. “Go on darling, tell me.” He finished off, pressing the knife down knowing if he went any deeper he’d leave a cut.

You went silent. You knew if you said anything you’d probably end up dead, for this was Miles last straw. If you blew it, god knows what would happen.

“That’s right pretty, I know you didn’t have anything against me. Empty words hurt you know Y/n? I know you didn’t mean it but still.” Miles said, holding a look that mocked sadness.

“C'mon love speak to me. I’m not that mean.,” Miles pouted, slowly bringing the knife down to his side. “You know this is because I love you so so much.” Miles babbled, caressing your hair.

“Miles, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I promise.” You whispered, slowly pulling your head up. “Please Miles, please please.” You muttered over and over like a mantra. You were desperate and wanted to escape. Fuck you would even keep your word. You wouldn’t tell anyone if you would live.

“No, no, no you’re lying.” he mumbled under his breath. “Stop lying to me!” Miles shouted at your face, spit splattering onto your face. Fuck thats nasty.

“Miles i swear to fucking god please i wont ever..” you trailed off, stopping mid sentence as Miles turned his attention to his bag. He was digging in his bag, tossing things that weren't his desired object. Curses and pleads continuously split from him.

For a moment he stopped. He stopped and turned around with the biggest smirk on his face holding a rag. A wet rag in fact. What the fuck was that dosed in?, You thought. Was this really going to be your last moment? Spent in the woods with Miles fucking Fairchild.

You stared at him as he approached with his long limbs, stomping against the dirt filled ground. Once he bent down to you, he didn’t hesitate on muffling you with the rag. You screamed and screamed but you were helpless. Your cries weren’t heard by anyone other than Miles. In fact, he looked as if he enjoyed it. Sick fucker.

Your lids felt heavy. Shit. as Miles felt content at what he was looking at, he lifted the rag, throwing it god knows where. “Fuck you Miles.” you spit at him with all the power you had in your body before you felt your consciousness slipping from you. Gazing above you, you saw Miles grasping your hands with such fragility, as if you were going to break any second. “Miles you’ll regret this so much..” you stuttered off, chloroform kicking in letting the chances of you staying away strand you.

“So, so pretty.” Miles lavished, admirably gazing your body out cold. He heaved your body off the cold ground, carrying you as if you were a baby. ``Let's go home now, hmm?” Miles questioned your unconscious body knowing he wouldn’t get a response. It made him feel joyful. You were finally his. And you were only his. Forever.

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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Enemies? Or...

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~`

Part 1/?

{Click for Chapters}

word count: 1.9k words

Summary : You and Miles has known each other since kindergarten, your Dad and Miles' parents are close acquaintances and business partners. Miles don't really pay attention to you but if he did he would say something mean and that's fine because you don't like him that much too, If he says something mean you would just glare at him (and he's too weird plus creepy), but every summer break your Dad sends you to the Fairchild’s Estate (because he is too busy to take care of you) So that you won't be "lonely" since your the only child and Miles needs a “friend” to comfort him since his parents both died in a car crash, but.. I’m not his friend tho *_* I’m really not, he is too creepy. But this time when you visit, theirs a teacher or nanny they hired for flora.

A/N : slight swearing that’s all @_@

This movie was like 2 years ago?! It feels like 2020 was just yesterday *_*

Your Pov

Today was just like any other day, boring classes, lunch breaks, you know, typical school day, BUT earlier this morning it was a wreck, first, Miles was expelled for ALMOST killing a student, I don’t really know the reason since because you know.... he doesn’t talk that much (and he creeps me out), so maybe he just got pissed off by the student or something, and secondly I and any other student that was around the fight yesterday is getting 5 hours of detention after lunch and that sucks from heaven to hell.

So I came up with the idea of calling my dad and make him tell the headmaster to take back my punishment ~_~ and I know it will work definitely.

I stand up my seat in the cafeteria and dash to the receptionist’s table to call my dad. “Papa? hello? PAPA, PAPA, PAPA” I hurriedly ask “What is it sweetie? I thought you have school today” he FINALLY answered

“Its lunch papa, but can I ask you a favor?”

“of course anything for you Y/N” he states “Can you tell the headmaster to take back my detention? PLEEASE papa” I beg, call me spoiled but- who wouldn’t want to get out of their detention?

“Of course, but may i ask why?” ohhh shit im screwe- “because papa, I need to take a, uhm,hmm, oh! a test in Mrs. Covventry’s class, please papa” and that’s a lie “Oh? Ok then i will call him-”

“Thank you papa, love you sm! good bye!” and with that I hang up

“YES! YES! YES!”

{T I M E S K I P}

Miles Pov

Groaning I went inside the mansion, I just got expelled from almost killing a student, but can you blame me? he touched my things without my permission.

I went up the stairs and was going to my room when a lady with blonde hair passed by, of course I followed her, why would a nanny be snooping around a house that isn’t hers?.

I waited outside the door, tapping my foot impatiently, after a moment she open the door and screamed.

“who are you?” she asked “I’m Miles I live here” I held my hand to my side, slightly tilting my head. She oughta be the dumb I guess.

“I mean... what are you doing home?”

“You shouldn’t be in here” I ignore her question. “I know... I thought I heard something” shaking her head, I gave her a reassuring smile, and proceeded to head to my room.

Your Pov

Today is the of summer and is the day I go to the Fairchild’s Estate,

I don’t really like going there because its a creepy household with a bunch of creepy statues, like who would want to go walking around with statues looking like they want to murder you, creepy right?

I went in my Dad’s car with his new slut, yes you heard me right letter S L U T. After mother’s death, Papa had been gathering his avengers, and by that, I mean gathering his sluts, others have been with him even since my mom was still alive, others’ newbies, he would buy me things in exchange to not tell my mom about his prostitutes'

“Good morning papa” I greeted “ good morning darling”

“why don’t you greet me Y/N?” ugh that damn prostitute “Good morning Amelia” I mumbled.

“Let’s just hurry babe” she rolled her eyes, tapping on my dad’s thigh.

As I arrived at the mansion, cold breeze hits my face like a slap, the eerie demeanor was lingering as we stopped in front of the estate.

“This is so creepy” the slut clings unto my dad’s arm. “Be a good girl for me ey? See you Y/N” He kisses my forehead and waves his goodbyes.

Miles Pov

I heard a honk of a car and I’m pretty sure it is them or should I say.... her, everyone summer, she goes by to my house and stays here, if it wasn’t for her dad’s ‘business trips’ she wouldn’t have to suffer and keep coming here.

“YAY! she’s here!” Flora beams as she hurriedly waited behind the door, Mrs. Grose also hurriedly opens the door revealing Y/N.

“Good morning Ms. L/N, Its so good to see you again” Mrs. Grose chuckles. “Thank you for having me!”

“Y/N! I missed you so much!!!” flora hugs her as she hugs back, “You’ve grown more taller now Flora, your almost in my height”

“Good morning to you too Miles” her stern voice turns to me.

“Oh and, Ms. L/N-”

“Call me Y/N Mrs. Grose, no need for formalities” She cuts her off, and before anyone could say anything, Flora dragged Kate to Y/N.

“Hi I’m Kate and your Y/N I suppose?” she introduced herself “Oh yes I am, nice to meet you” “nice to meet you to-”

“I’m hungryyy!” Flora cuts her, pulling her sleeves continuously.

“Well of course flora, shall we head inside now?” Mrs. Grose said “yes yes!”.

Me and the others went to the living room but Y/N went straight to the stairs “Y/N? Why don’t you join us?” Kate stands up turning her attention to the girl. I arch an eyebrow behind the girl who was now slowly approaching Y/N.

Your Pov

I went up the stairs awkwardly after Kate ask me to come and eat. Well.... to tell the truth I haven’t eaten yet... but I don’t have the appetite to do so. I trudge as the stairs seemed to be endless.

I went to the usual guest room I sleep in when I come here. As i passed Miles’ room I can hear his speakers blasting with music and it is so annoying so i went in and turned off his speakers

“so much for saving electricity” I mumbled, taking a good look of the room, it was so messy, clothes scattered everywhere, instruments here and there, and his big ass spider.

“and what the heck are you doing in here?”

“yah!” I screamed

I turn to my back and saw Miles crossing his arms and frowning at me,

“Well, your speakers are so loud they make my ears bleed and weren’t you going to eat breakfast?” I shot back “Firstly you are trespassing My room and secondly I don’t want to eat breakfast, now....” He goes behind me and pushes me outside,

“get out” he says and then he bangs the door,

“rude”

{+T I M E S K I P+}

I wake up feeling great until i remembered I’m still in the Fairchild’s Estate, i groan, while getting up, and i proceeded to head downstairs. As i walk down I hear Miles apologizing to Kate about how he scared her yesterday night, please don’t forgive him “Oh, its fine”, he doesn’t really mean it you shit i mumbled. “Oh, cool” he answers.

“Oh! hey Y/N good morning” Kate greets me “Good morning everyone” I answered, “Hello Y/N! come sit with me and miles!” Flora excitedly said “oh, uhm, sure” NOT, I sit beside Flora making her sit in the middle of the couch.

“So, seems we had a rough night, your a sleepwalker like Flora” he looks at her “I don’t sleepwalk” she answers “and I can hear you snoring Y/N, you were so loud I was barely able to sleep”, i shot him a glare of mine “well, last night I woke up in the middle of the night because of your crappy guitar music” i insult him,

“That’s a cool sweater” she complimented. “Thanks” he answers, ugh how dare he ignore me after he insults me, “You shouldn’t be wearing that” I lean to my side as I whisper to Miles.

“He wanted me to have it”

“Was it your dad’s?” Kate asked, “It was Quint’s” there he goes again.

“Whose quint?” “he’s a riding instructor” Mrs. Grose answered “He managed the Estate” he started

“He was the best” “Oh, he’s not here anymore?”

“... He died”

“oh” she went speechless.

“Everyone dies Miles” Flora said, ‘and you will one day too miles’ I mumbled ‘same with you too’, shit he heard me?, “hm?” Kate was confused “Nothing” he said.

!RING RING!

The phone rang as they finish their discussion, “I’ll get it!” Flora says hurriedly.

“So-”

“Do you ride horses Kate?” I asked, cutting him off “oh, uh, well I rode a couple times at summer camp but that’s a lie I just stayed at the horse” we both laugh

I looked at Miles to see his reaction and he was sending me his glare of the morning, LOSER I mouthed to him then he rolls his eyes. “I-”

“I can teach you if you want, I mean.. If you can handle it” that damn creep!, “Oh is that a challenge?” Kate answered “yeah”

“uhh, no I think i can handle it, yeah, yeah, I’m a quick learner”

“Heyy its the headmaster at Miles and Y/N’s school” Flora jogged to us

“He would like to speak with the person in-charge” she added. Kate walks to the telephone and checks with the headmaster. “hmm, I wonder what the headmaster will say, don’t you think so too Flora?” I said “Ooh! ooh! I think miles is in TROUBLE!” she teased looking at miles.

Miles Pov

“hmm, I wonder what the headmaster will say, don’t you think so too Flora?” Y/N stated.

“Ooh! ooh! I think miles is in TROUBLE!”, I turn around and scan Kate’s face, she looks like she’s scared, then she comes back with a serious face, and I try to look like I don’t know what they were talking about “pfft” Y/N suddenly let out a grin, that bitch.

“So what did the fragile farty want?” I sounded so stupid ugh, “He.. he sent me a list of your home works to answer at home”

“hm, ok” I nod “That sounds fun”.

Your Pov

“That sounds fun” I roll my eyes.

“Ok I’m going” I said as i pick up my breakfast, “Where are you going?” Kate asked “Alright” Miles stands up “and you too miles, you should bring your plate to the kitchen” “I’m going to my room and I will eat my breakfast there” I answered “To my room?” he stated.

“Why don’t you eat here Y/N? and Miles Mrs.Grose made lovely breakfast for us and that would be a polite thing to do guys” she explained

Ms.Jessel would have been better, “But that’s her job right?” I answered “Y/-” “Its ok Y/N, I’ll do it darling, you go on ahead” Mrs.Grose cuts Kate off “Thank you Mrs. Grose” I dash upstairs because I don’t want anymore of the dumb scoldings of Kate.

“Let’s go Flora” Miles ordered her “Its not your job either” he said before flora could help with the dishes.

I hid at the top of the stairs waiting for them.

”Good thing the headmaster didn’t tell her” i said as i leaned back with my toast and juice, “Fuck off Y/N” he sounds pissed, “Infront of flora? how rude” I laugh.

a/n: PART 2? ANYONE?

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2000scnt · 1 year

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You can love me…but you will hate me too.

•Miles Fairchild mini series.

Never actually posted on here before but this will be my first time and with that I will be posting a short story based on Miles Fairchild, the love of my life<3 loosely going along with the plot of ‘the turning’ Kind of forgot the movie BUT LETS GOOO. Also, I RARELY find good stories of this beloved Finn character, but I digress. Moving along!

//warning/ nsfw// violence, profanity, sexual situations// please be respectful.

•Chapter 1•

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It was a cold foggy Friday morning. The air was crisp and unforgiving as Madeline breathed out warm puffs, it made her look like a dragon as she smiled to herself in amazement. She wasn’t used to the cold, she was from the sunny state of California. She did have a childlike peculiarity only when she was alone or comfortable enough with another person. The smallest thing as seeing her exhales make small clouds was most intriguing.

Madeline inhaled deeply letting the cold sting her lungs. She coughed out quickly. “Jesus.” She swallowed hard and turned to walk towards her first class. The grounds of her private school here in Rochester, New Hampshire was grand and impressive, but still your typical rich kid palace. The brick, the beautiful archways, and dazzling open grounds that was more lively during the spring. Bountiful flowers and greenery. But during the fall and winter, it was just grey and wet from the rain. Yes, the grass was more green and vibrant in color from the rain, but as you know, Madeline missed home and the spring was what most brought her closer to it.

To explain a little more, the teen was sent away by her parents for not being able to fit in regular public school. Madeline’s parents were beyond loaded. Her father was a huge deal in New York and Los Angeles as a big time attorney. Her mother was a screen writer for movies and such, mostly films about women empowerment and positions of dominance and privilege of men in the world. The year was 1994 and times were changing just as her mom was. Which seemed ironic seeing as her husband was held at the upmost position just for being an executive asshole. But that’s not what this is about.

Madeline was getting badly bullied in her old school in California for being a rich kid and which brought on a bad attitude. She hated being called rich kid but she also understood why others hated her for it. Everything was handed to her in a silver platter but it’s not like she asked to be born into it. She caused fights unintentionally as she would say. Her parents felt she was disconnecting from the world and becoming an unsociable outcast and ruining their reputation by constantly rebelling, they couldn’t have that. So, with their big dollars they sent her across the country to feel even more disconnected. There was the comfort of her father being close enough in New York for visits and such but her dad had no idea how to talk to his own daughter, so how much comfort could he bring.

Madeline’s slick black shoes clicked against the stone floors as she continued towards a large double door entrance leading into the grand foyer of the building. There was only around 500 students in their school, the outside looked like a castle but the inside was definitely more cozy but still classy. She struggled to pull the heavy oak door open but eventually was able to slither in. The door thumbed closed behind her as she quickly scurried across the parquet flooring. Her shoes now making a squeaking sound with her fast pace.

Her first class was Physics and she was running late, had she been paying attention to her watch she would’ve realized her break was over 7 minutes before. This is how she was, always late and always careless, sometimes thoughtless. Her parents always scolded her for having her head in the clouds but sometimes she had a lot on her mind, so when it finally went silent she would just go on autopilot.

The day was finally friday, she had no assignments due but to study and then she would have the weekend off. Her father was planning to pick her up and take her up to New York to ‘hang out’ as he’d say, but that was just her in his penthouse on the 56th floor waiting for him to get home and only being allowed to take the car to SAKS FIFTH, get takeout or take a walk in the park with security supervision. Didn’t seem all that fun but being able to leave this dreadful place was good enough for her.

Unfortunately for Madeline, school here in the east coast was no different. She still barely had any friends and was still getting bullied for being ‘weird’. She tried to be friendly and nice but with these bratty kids it didn’t last long. What was she doing wrong? It’s not like she was amazingly beautiful where they could be jealous? Or that she was more loaded than they were? Or that she was being rude or mean? Cause that was definitely not the truth unless they had it coming. No, she was just quiet and tried to keep to herself. Although it was no different here, she was still excelling in the curriculum and just wanted to stay out of trouble this time. Not let her anger get the best of her, again… and maybe just make her parents proud. Even if this felt like a prison.

Madeline’s watch beeped again as she was now 13 minutes late for class. She groaned and smacked her head against her palm and began to sprint down the hallway. The paintings on the walls of men and woman looking at her in disappointment to her tardiness. Her slightly short plaid skirt of maroon and navy flapped against her tan legs. Thankfully, Madeline was able to keep her tan even though she’s been here for a full year. It contrasted well with her light caramel hair. Her dark features coming from her mothers side, natives of Arizona who migrated from the reserves. Sometimes her mother would take her to visit her cousins and aunts who still lived on the reservations, but as she got older the less her mother felt the need to try and stay close to her roots. Although, it was like the more successful she got she didn’t want to associate with them anymore, it angered Madeline but her mother forbid her from visiting with the excuse that she was too young to go alone. Besides her uncanny resemblance to her mother, one thing she got from her father was her dark blue eyes. They were cold and deep and seemed odd against her Sunkist skin tone.

Madeline huffed and puffed as she ran down the hallway. Passing multiple open doors. Catching students attention. She quickly looked back down at her watch to see two minutes had passed. “Why do these hallways have to be so damn long!” She heaved as she looked back up again only to come to a screeching holt. Although, it didn’t help her much because she still collided with a standing figure who had stopped to pick up a pencil from the floor.

Madeline felt as though she had fallen onto a wooden plank as they both fell onto the cold hard floor. The person groaned in pain as he had taken most of the fall with his back. She barely had time to recover when a booming voice yelled out. “What the fuck! Watch where you’re going you cow!” Madeline gasped in surprise when she realized it was miles, Miles Fairchild. The miles Fairchild. The kids parents who’d recently died in a crash. The kid who’s been causing trouble and being the tortured loner. Wait- forget that, did he just call me a cow?

Madeline quickly climbed off him and sat down on the floor to shake off the dizziness. Miles stood up slowly and dusted his uniform off. His vest was spotless and his navy jacket was not even creased. He always kept himself at his best. His dark alluring curls were perfectly untouched and his pale skin was flawless like a vampire. His dark stoic eyes stared down at Madeline like she was a piece of trash. His bright red lips pursed in disgust. His freckled nose wiggled slightly as though he smelled something rancid in the air.

Madeline anticipated his response in slight fear. Miles was definitely a golden boy, handsome, popular, and cleverly smart. But he was definitely an ass. He intimidated everyone and was a bully when he was bored. He frightened everyone, especially lately, after his parents. He was mean for sport now.

Madeline expected him to stomp on her or spit and curse her name. What he did next was definitely unexpected. He leaned down slowly holding eye contact with her. His dark eyes held something in them that Madeline couldn’t read. Suddenly he reached his hand out to her. He wanted to help her up. Madeline smiled slightly. Miles stilled as he stared back at her eyes. They were like the deep blue sea, mysterious and it seemed to almost swallow him up. She was entrancing with her long dark lashes, but he was quick to snap out of it. Who was this nobody? He thought. Madeline softly grabbed his awaiting hand and he slowly pulled her up. He brought her close to his chest which made her cautiously bring a hand up to his chest to bring some kind of space between them. She gulped, she’d never been this close to a boy. Besides that, what the hell was he doing?

Miles stood like that for a minute with his eyes closed before slightly moving his head into the crook of her neck. He rubbed his nose up slowly and breathed her in. Madeline was frozen. This is beyond my comprehension? How do I even handle this? She questioned. He then moved up and that’s when Madeline felt his oddly cold lips rub against the rim of her ear. He sucked in a breath and sighed. “You smell like a cheap whore.” He whispered with a chuckle.

Madeline fell back onto the ground as he had pushed her back down. She hissed in pain from the brute force he had used. This is what you get for falling for it. All boys are the same. He walked past her swiftly with a couple more chuckles under his breath. She whipped her head around to say something but he was already too far down the hallway looking at her with cold disgust and then quickly turning the corner. “Fucking asshole!” Madeline seethed as she slammed her palm against the floor. Her wrist folded weirdly and she quickly pulled it against her chest in pain. She rolled her eyes, nice move idiot..

*Hope you enjoyed! Keep going!*

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selineram3421 · 4 months

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здраствуйте можно сделать реакцию на ревность аластора

Translated:

Hi, can I get a reaction to Alastor's jealousy?

Yes.

Jealousy Headcanons

Alastor X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ platonic to romantic, violence, all caps in bold italics = SOUND EFFECTS, implied torture/murder, gore? eyeballs, possessive? Alastor wants all of your attention ⚠

Alastor has never felt jealous! How absurd of you to think that! Hahaha! Ha... Who is that demon taking up your attention?

He always had your attention.

You could be talking to the Princess but still focus on him.

Hell, you could be checking in a guest and still keep up with his tale of the day.

But now it was quite odd.

There was a demon coming by the hotel, not to see if they were interested in the cause but to use up his friend's precious time.

Even now the beastly thing walked up to the check in counter and started up a conversation with you.

He watched from the bar.

"Hey! I see its dead as ever in here.", the dragon demon grinned as they leaned on the counter.

"Not true~", you had replied. "I checked in four new guests!"

Yes, you had a knack of persuasion. Able to convince many to do almost anything. Sometimes even him.

"Oh yeah? How many sinners walked in?", the scaled creature leaned close.

Far too close for his liking.

"I just told you how many.", you replied and placed a finger on the dragon's snout, pushing them back as well. "Personal space."

He didn't like this demon.

Everything about them set something off. Their manners, their way of speaking, the way they move-

"Oh come on, I don't bite sugar cake~", the beast took your hand and kissed their way up to your elbow.

The way they t̵̬̥̻͂̿̈́ȏ̴̒͠u̸c̷̈́̊̆́̓͘h̷e̴̖̖͒̓͂͋̎ḑ̴̣̋͜ you.

"Nope!", you yanked your arm away and held it close. "None of that.", you laughed nervously with an uncomfortable smile.

It looked wrong. Your smile should be a happy one.

"I said I don't bite!", they laughed and tried to grab at your arm again. "You know I'm messing! When's your break?", they leaned over the counter, still trying to get at something to pull you closer. "I know a good bar to go to, or we can go to the club! I'd like to see your ass in something a little less-"

"Ew, no.", you rejected and backed away.

"Come on!", they started to climb on the counter. "Its just one time! I'll even help you get in and out of your clothes.", they grabbed onto your sleeve.

That's ENOUGH!

He quickly shadow traveled and snatched the wrist of the dragon.

"I believe they said no."

The beast growled with a sneer before looking at him, freezing up once realizing who had their wrist.

"I was just joking man. Haha..", the dragon looked between him and you. "I understand! I'll back away. The slut is yours."

"Excuse me!?", you said angrily.

His antlers grew, the low static that hummed now raising up in volume.

"₵₳ⱤɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₱Ɇ₳₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?"

"The slut-"

SNAP

He held the demon's snout shut as they screamed and cried over their broken wrist.

"Now, there is a no killing rule in the hotel.", he said and then grinned menacingly. "But that doesn't apply outside."

His smile widened after seeing the panic in their eyes.

"Dear.", he turned to face you. "Has this guest overstayed their welcome?"

You stared at the beast with such a terrifyingly hateful glare.

"Yes they have.", you replied, crossing your arms. "I'd like to keep a souvenir, for memories."

And then you gave him that lovely smile.

"Alastor, do you think you could get me a dragon eye or two? I hear they make nice details to things."

"I'll make sure to get them.", he released the demon, only for his tendrils to take hold of them. "I won't be long.", he reassured, lifting up your hand to kiss the back of it.

He saw you blush before he 'escorted' the demon outside.

After finishing up (and calling Niffty to clean up), he returned with two freshly picked dragon eyes.

You thanked him with an odd little gleam in your eyes. No doubt your mind jumping idea to idea of what you could create with them.

Now with the pest gone, he would have your attention again.

Just like he wanted

"Thank you Alastor. I'll be able to make something interesting with these."

"I can't wait to see what you make this time."

Perhaps he'll ask you that question sooner than later.

Of course he has to prepare everything to properly court you.

I am using a website to translate requests. Please let me know if I have translated anything wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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sttoru · 8 months

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 !

⟣ sypnosis. you were curious if your boyfriend would pass a ‘loyalty test’ that you’ve seen on social media and you decide to see for yourself, only to discover something much more . . . heartwarming.

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. mostly tooth rotting fluff. talks about cheating / a sprinkle of trust issues from reader. the rest is satoru just being lovesick.

⟣ note. uhhhh… idk just a random idea i got at three am on a saturday night after being woken up from a nightmare >_< enjoy .

you don’t think satoru would actually ever cheat on you. your curiosity just got the best of you when you saw that one girl do a ‘loyalty test’ on her boyfriend. it was quite simple—testing if your partner would hand you their phone without being suspiciously defensive.

therefore you walked into satoru’s room and spotted him laying on his side, his back facing the door. he didn’t have any earphones in so you could hear the sounds of a movie playing on the phone he held in his hands.

he seemed so peaceful and content that you were already feeling bad for disturbing him with your silly test. you moved to sit on the edge of the bed and cleared your throat, making your presence known as if the sorcerer hadn’t sensed it moments ago.

“are you cheating on me?”

blunt and straight to the point.

satoru pauses the show on his phone and looks at you like you had said the most outrageous thing there is (to him, you really did). he drops the device on the bed and turns his body to face yours; “well—hello to you too, baby.”

he runs a hand through his hair before sitting up against the headboard with a raised brow, one hand cautiously reaching out for you. satoru was thinking about all the things he has said or done previously that could’ve possibly make you think he was screwing around behind your back. his mind worked fast, though he couldn’t come up with any logical explanation.

“answer my question please, ‘toru.” you mumble, feeling slightly guilty for doing this to your lover. you could see the confusion plastered on his face.

“no, i am not.” satoru shakes his head whilst holding your hand in his, thumb brushing against the back of it, “what makes you think that?”

you weren’t about to say ‘oh nevermind then! just a dumb thing that i saw on tiktok’—no, there was still one thing left to do. even if you’re so super sure that your boyfriend was hiding nothing from you. maybe there was an one in a million chance that your intuition was wrong. or maybe it’s just your underlying trust issues speaking.

“uhh, just wanted.. to check.. i guess?” you clear your throat and take a deep inhale before putting your hand out to satoru, palm up.

the white-haired sorcerer looks from your hand to you, and back. he doesn’t know what that indicated, so he takes a simple guess; satoru places his chin on your palm, giving you an amused kind of grin. you raise an eyebrow as he rests his head on your hand—which wasn’t what you wanted to gain from your gesture.

but you couldn’t blame him. it was cute that that was the first thing he thought of doing.

“you’re always welcome to check. got nothin’ to hide anyway.” he shrugs, not offended by your accusation in the slightest. you see the way his blue eyes look up at you—in a way that shows his pure, unadulterated adoration for you.

you nod and scratch satoru under his chin, to which he smiles and closes his eyes, enjoying the tingling touch, “then can i .. look through your phone?”

without an ounce of hesitation, he had placed his phone unlocked in your hand. satoru doesn’t care much about privacy anyway—you’re his girlfriend, you’re the only one allowed to know every single thing about him, “of course, baby.”

your eyes land on the screen and your jaw drops as you see his home screen; a picture of you up close, sleeping with your cheek squished against his arm, own hands resting near your head and . . . is that drool trickling down your chin?

“oops, sorry, you were too cute not to take a picture of.” satoru chuckles as he sees your reaction. he lays back on his side, elbow propped on the pillow with his head resting against his hand—watching you go through his phone with a relaxed look.

you roll your eyes playfully before starting your search. your finger swiped across the screen and landed on the messenger app satoru uses. you click on it and scroll through his chats, but don’t find anything out of the ordinary. he recently talked to you, his first year students, nanami and shoko.

you curiously tap on his chat with shoko and don’t read anything interesting at first glance. you scroll up and take note of how satoru was the one who kept most of the conversation going. shoko’s replies were much shorter and curt—straight to the point.

but then your eyes land on a conversation from two weeks ago. satoru had showed shoko a bunch of selfies you had sent him that same day. he was telling her how ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’ you were, practically bragging about you being his girl.

you scroll up some more and see that he’s done the same many times before; sending shoko pictures of you and kind of rambling to her about how beautiful you are.

shoko—being the good friend she is—indulged into his little lovesick ramblings and agreed with every thing satoru said—even complimenting your looks herself. you begun to get embarrassed at this unexpected revelation.

when going through more of his chats with other people, you realise how much satoru loves to talk about you. you couldn’t possibly count the many times satoru had refused invitations from his students or other friends simply because he wanted to hang out with you instead.

you discovered that he even skipped two or three important meetings at the school to go spend the day with you—nanami scolding him via text each time he did so.

“damn..” you murmur and glance up at your lover after closing his messaging app. satoru was staring right back at you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him.

he wasn’t embarrassed about you reading some of those cheesy and sappy texts at all. in fact, he was happy. he wants you to know how much he loves you (as if he doesn’t show you exactly that every day of the week).

“go on, sweets.” satoru nods towards his phone, encouraging you to continue your inspection. your eyes dart back towards the screen and you shyly swipe and scroll some more, eventually ending up in his gallery.

the first things you noticed: two albums dedicated to you. all were filled with hundreds of pictures of you (and him). one was named ‘my love,’ the other ‘me&my love’ — both with a heart at the end. scrolling through them, you noticed many images you hadn’t even realised were ever taken.

many of those pictures were also favourited in his gallery.

you nibble on your bottom lip and leave the gallery app even more flustered than before. you aimlessly click around some more on his phone. what really surprised you most was that you were named in his reminder app.

there were tons—all added in one long list. some were so pure that you couldn’t contain the slight tears in your eyes;

‘bring gf gifts’, ‘remind gf that she’s amazing’, ‘bring gf lunch’, ‘send gf daily selfie’, ‘daily cuddles w gf (if she wants)’, ‘give gf big smooch (important!)’, ‘check up on gf when away on business’, — satoru doesn’t actually need to have those reminders on his phone. his mind is so full of you that he’ll automatically remember to do everything, almost on autopilot. he just has those there for… well, just in case he somehow ends up forgetting.

you lock his phone after seeing enough and give it back to your lover. you wordlessly crawl over to him on the bed and snuggle up to his body, head resting on his chest.

“sorry.” you quietly apologise. you knew he wasn’t hiding anything, but the fact that you still went ahead and tried out that ‘loyalty test’ on someone as loyal and loving as satoru makes your heart ache a bit. especially after discovering just how smitten he’s with you.

“dunno why you’re apologising—but please don’t.” satoru whispers and rubs your back in a soothing manner, kissing the top of your head and smiling against your scalp afterwards, “it’s fiiine.”

he’s entertained by the reactions to your discoveries, even if those are but mere indications to the actual unending and undying love he holds for you in his heart.

you lift your head up and look at satoru. your bottom lip stuck out, corners of your mouth twitching slightly whilst your eyes started to get a bit glassy. you really felt bad—yet you also felt appreciated on the other hand. if you didn’t go through with your curious idea, you wouldn’t have gotten to know about any of this.

“aww, my sweet, sweet girl.” satoru coos and places two kisses right below each eye, tapping your nose with a grin. he adores the way you look and if it wasn’t for his self control, he’d have nibbled on those cheeks of yours out of playful aggression.

it’s then that satoru remembers one of his daily tasks; one he hadn’t properly done today.

you were caught off guard once more as satoru’s lips crashed down onto yours—no warning given whatsoever. his big hands held onto your cheeks, thumb rubbing the skin there whilst his glossy lips moved against yours in a gentle yet much sloppy way.

“there,” the white-haired man hums in content as he pulls away, giggling once he sees a bit of his saliva coat your mouth. he wipes it away with his thumb, “your smooch of the day.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the exaggerated cringy way satoru said the latter—your boyfriend laughing right alongside you afterwards.

satoru wasn’t done with you, however. he had many other daily tasks that were yet to be fulfilled.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #gojo x you #satoru x reader #jjk fic #everyone boooo this bcs i hate the way it turned out ☝🏽☝🏽

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kanekisfavoritegf · 28 days

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Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin Humps his sheets unknowingly when he dreams about you.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin swore off dating when working as a sorcerer until you came into his life.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin asks you out politely, despite the fear of being incompetent due to his lack of not only sexual relationships but emotional ones too.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would offer to make you dinner at his place, and drink wine on his couch by the fire place.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is absolutely mortified when he cums in his pants after you kissed him for the first time.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is comforted by the way you treat him the exact same after he explains his lack of physical and emotional experience.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin finds himself pinning you to the couch and kissing you harder, keeping you down with his hips and making sure your legs are wrapped around him as he does so.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin doesn’t even care that his already stained pants seem to be getting worse as he rubs into you because you are letting out the sweetest moans for him.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would beg you breathlessly between wet hot kisses and needily to teach him.

Teach him how to be your perfect lover in more ways than one.

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swordsandholly · 2 days

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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months

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♡ 18+ / mdni - fem!reader ♡

thinking about pornstar!Ghost and how he would—without a doubt—be one of those male actors who’d be whispering the nastiest, most goddamn earth shattering things into your ear while fucking you.

too quiet for the mics around you to pick up: making it so personal, so intimate despite the crew and cameras and studio lights around you.

his fingers closing around your throat, guiding you to look him in the eyes as he fucks you faster and deeper: his crotch grinding against your clit, making you see stars. forehead pressed against yours, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, nails digging crescent moons into your skin.

“look at me, darlin’. keep ‘em eyes on me, yeah? wanna hear you fuckin’ scream for me, baby. not for them—,” he shakes his head with his laugh. “no, you’ll come for me, yeah? you’re mine, aren’t you? all fuckin’ mine, baby—“

his words would push you straight over the edge: your body trembling as you'd come screaming your pretty voice hoarse, and his lips would capture your in a kiss, deep and adoring.

all genuine, from both of you.

“that’s a good fuckin’ girl. did so good for me.” he would plant kisses on your hairline as he’d help you ride down your orgasm, angling you just right for the camera to catch the way you were clenching around him, your pussy milking his cock and drawing the deepest of laughs from his lips.

“y’know you’re makin’ it so fuckin’ hard for me to hold back, right?“

he’d tug a strand of hair behind your ear as you’d laugh against his lips—trying your best to remember that you are on set. because fucking hell, does he fuck you like means it. kiss you like it’s the only thing he knows: eyes twinkling as he looks at you, voice warm as he checks if you’re alright.

like none of it is for the cameras, or the money.

like it's all for you.

it is. it is. it’s now canon that pornstar!ghost is utterly in love with you, and I will gladly talk more about this lmao 💌

more wholesome pornstar!ghost here, hehe.

#this turned oddly wholesome?#no regrets :’)#I’m officially fucking in love with pornstar!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley smut

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pyr0-kai · 6 months

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Me in a nutshell

(I don’t normally write but i kinda wanna write about him 👀)

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy’s #five nights at freddy’s movie #turning red #turning red meme

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kenm4vhs · 7 months

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god he's so batshit insane 🥵

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ivymarquis · 1 month

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The Neighbor

Hello friends I fucked off for a month but I’m back and I bring Price smut as an apology for my absence. @sky-is-the-limit’s “Im here to do what your boyfriend cant” prompt has lived in my brain rent free ecer since I read it and while I didn’t follow it verbatim, I did keep in spirit with the theme :)

Also womp I was gone for the Price challenge by @glitterypirateduck but this actually checks off a couple of the prompt options (first time being intimate, a confession/secret is discovered/revealed) so I’m submitting it.

There are a lot of tags. Make sure you read them.

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 4.8k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Accidental voyuerism by virtue of living in an apartment, the reader has a dogshit boyfriend at the beginning of the fic (there is no cheating), slut shaming (from the dogshit boyfriend), these two idiots are down bad for each other, sex toys, oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, gratuitous squirting because I’m me, not really heavy on BDSM elements but mentions of the following: bondage/restraints (John uses his hands, nothing crazy), something akin to subspace from how good the nut is, aftercare, John is a prick to the now-ex, very brief angst due to a quick misunderstanding, very vaguely implied somnophilia, rampant abuse of italics. Lemme know if I missed anything.

His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.

She’s a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isn’t that disagreeable of a neighbor.

He just has one problem with her (not even her, really) that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasn’t in the picture at all.

And no John most assuredly hasn’t had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. He’s grown and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.

But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

He catches bits and pieces through the walls. The boyfriend is not attentive, caring, or sweet to her. She is treated as a guest in her own home, and twice he’s heard bellowing shouts that had Price at the door with his fist banging against it- both to shut him up and make it exceptionally well known that if the boyfriend thinks intimidating a woman is going to fly, that Price will not hesitate to kick the door in.

The most appalling part of it all is that John has a front row seat to just how atrocious he is in bed.

For the life of him John does not understand. It’s not even like the lad’s a good lay.

He’s heard many stories of women tolerating absolutely atrocious behavior from the muppets they were with because he knew how to make them see stars.

That is exceptionally not the case here. And John is rapidly finding his patience wearing thin at continually being subjugated to his pathetic performance.

So what the hell is it about the boyfriend that keeps his neighbor so enamored with him?

John stares at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan turn as he tries to tune out the thumping of the headboard against the wall.

He thinks that if the man was just a bad lay and completely incapable of getting her anywhere, that would be one thing and John would continue to be frustrated but ultimately understand. But it’s the way he seems to actively ruin it anytime she has the audacity to enjoy having sex with him that truly grates on John’s nerves.

It’s not often, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. The thumping of the headboard is accompanied by her sweet voice moaning lowly in short staccato notes as the boyfriend appears to finally be doing something right.

The thumping comes to a halt, and John groans in frustration.

“Why’d you stop?” He can hear his pretty neighbor lament through the thin walls.

“Why the fuck are you being so loud? Trying to give the neighbor a show?”

John squints his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The fucking muppet can’t do anything right.

If the neighbor was his, John wouldn’t give a fuck who heard. Let all the neighbors know that he could fuck the sense clear out of her pretty little head. John could show the muppet what loud is.

“No! I’m not trying to do anything- it just felt good,” she defends herself.

“Well, be quieter about it, no one needs to hear that. You sound like a whore,” the muppet snaps at her irritably, and John is nearly at his fucking limit when the god damn headboard starts to thump against the wall again.

“Get out.”

Oh.

John is impressed- pleasure and pride coursing through him as his sweet neighbor stands up for herself rather than letting that ungrateful swine continue to berate her.

Good fucking girl.

“What did you just say?” The thumping stops.

“You don’t get to call me names. Get off of me and get out.”

For all his sins, it seems even the muppet has a line he’s not willing to cross.

There’s a shifting as he presumably pulls out and gets off the bed- the words are muffled but the tone is clear. The muppet isn’t above laying into her verbally though consent is (smartly) a line he won’t toe.

And good thinking on his part- John would probably tear through the drywall and turn him into a chew toy had that conversation gone in any other direction.

The door slams loudly, announcing the boyfriend’s departure.

John can’t help but keep his attention on his neighbor to see what her reaction is going to be. It is taking every ounce of self control he has to not follow the boyfriend and wring his neck in the parking lot.

There’s no conventional guide for how to address this situation with your neighbor. ‘Hello, I’ve fancied you for quite some time and that ungrateful prick somehow swept you up before I got the nerve to ask you out. I've had to hear you have the most lackluster sex ever for the past several months, and equal parts want to check in on how you’re doing emotionally after his latest stunt, and also want to bend you over and pin you to the mattress until you’re squealing. May I come in?’

He can’t say he is too surprised to hear things slamming about in the apartment- his pretty neighbor sounding more pissed off than upset, catching snippets of “Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to me like that” and “Motherfucker couldn’t find my clit with a map and a headlamp but can find the audacity to call me names-”

Okay, John has to fight back the urge to laugh at that last one lest she hear him. She’s quite the viper when (finally) provoked, and it just endears her more to him.

She doesn’t appear particularly distraught, the slamming and huffing and muttering concluding with her tossing herself on the bed.

It’s a very common occurrence that after the neighbor’s rendezvous with her lazy boyfriend, John is treated to a show where she finishes herself off with her toys.

The boyfriend, like many inadequate men, is threatened by them and John has heard the snide remarks.

Hilarious, he finds it, that a man incapable of getting her off is so adamant that she gets rid of them.

She hasn’t listened, clearly, as the low sound of her vibrator can be heard through the wall.

John is soon graced with the sound of her panting moans. His cock stiffens in interest at her voice, which is a frequent occurrence. She makes such pretty noises, mewling and whimpering as she works herself up.

Tonight is a whirlwind of emotions for his pretty neighbor, and at the end of the day her no-good boyfriend left her high and dry.

John will gladly enjoy the consequences of the boyfriend’s actions, one hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke in time with her whines.

What he wouldn’t give for a chance to make her see stars. He’d be so good to her.

The reality of his job makes dating a logistical nightmare, part of what stayed his hand for so long.

He’s not blind. His neighbor is kind and sweet with a killer smile and wandering eyes. He’s caught her more than once ogling him when he’s returned home in uniform, or more nondescript tactical clothing.

Feeling her gaze on him always makes him puff up with pride, enjoying holding her attention no matter how fleeting. If he takes his time after a run and makes a point to pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his brow where she can see it, that’s his business.

So John thinks he’s dreaming when he hears that lovely voice whimper his name from the other side of the wall.

He stiffens, quietly waiting to see if he hears it again.

“John- Oh, fuck- please,” is all he needs to hear before he’s well and truly lost any semblance of patience.

Only having the presence of mind to dress himself enough to not warrant any errant looks from the other neighbors, he is at her door in a second.

It’s only after he knocks that he realizes he may well have killed whatever momentum she’s built for herself- given her muttering as she approaches the door- but he fully intends to make up for the stolen release.

She opens the door without looking through the peephole, obviously expecting it to be the ex based on the vitriol poised to spill at John’s chest, approximately eye level with where the (hopefully ex) boyfriend would be.

Once again he has to stifle a laugh, finding her a comical vision when the anger on her face melts away as her eyes flick up to his face with the realization that it is him at the door and not the object of her ire.

“What are you doing here, John?” Christ, he’s always been a sucker for pretty doe eyes. If he held even an ounce less of restraint he’d be mounting her right here for everyone to see.

“I’m here to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

Even as he reaches out to pull her in for a kiss, he’s watching her body language- gauging if she stiffens or shifts away.

She doesn’t.

In fact, her arms loop behind him and pull him closer, tugging on his hair and his shirt.

John’s not wasting any more time than he already has, walking her backwards into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot before reaching back to lock it- he’s got no desire for any interruptions from wayward former boyfriends.

They separate for a moment as she paws at the hem of his shirt, clearly wanting it off of him. John is all too happy to oblige, preening under her attention. He’s always had the stockier build of a man who’s fitness came from utility in the field, opposed to the hard defined abs of someone who spends most of their time in the gym.

It’s cute, the way she has to pry her eyes up to his face- clearly liking what she sees and flustered by the fact that John can see her staring.

“I broke up with him,” she clarifies.

“Good,” is his simplistic response, although if John’s being honest with himself he doesn’t really care about the finer details. The little prick never deserved to have her and John finally has his chance to prove himself worthy.

“The bedroom’s this way,” she prompts between kisses.

Their clothes are peeled off in turns as they stumble towards the room. The layout is inverted to John’s own flat nextdoor, so despite having never stepped foot inside before he guides her to keep her from crashing into something behind her.

By the time they are collapsing against her bed, they’re stripped of everything except a scant thong on her and his own boxers.

She’s just so delightfully soft in his grip, John can’t keep his hands or his mouth off of her.

The feeling is reciprocated as she pushes up off the bed to grind against him. As much as he’s relishing in them dry humping and making out like teenagers, he’s wanted her for so long and now that she’s finally willing and pliant underneath him, he’s itching for a taste of her.

Kissing his way down her body- starting at her jaw, the column of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum; latching onto each nipple and teasing them to hardened peaks before continuing his path down.

He’s compelled by the urge to turn her into a chew toy as he reaches her belly, although he stifles that urge and keeps his teeth to himself.

He can’t quite resist giving a small nip as she squirms, clearly excited by the implication of where he’s heading.

There’s a damp spot on her underwear already as he kisses along the waistband while his hands tease with the elastic on either side of her hips.

The sound of her breath hitching in anticipation makes him smirk, attention drifting further south.

The fabric is in his way as he presses a kiss against her clothed cunt, gripping handfuls of her hips to keep her still as she bucks in his grasp.

“Easy, sweetheart- we’ve got all night,” he soothes before moving his attention up one thigh to the backside of her knee.

Those sweet thighs are splayed open for him, giving John unfettered access as he continues to tease.

“When’s this sweet cunt been eaten last, hm?”

He knows he’s heard her give that undeserving muppet head, but can’t recall any reciprocation occuring. There’s not much that can shock John at this point in his life, and he’s willing to roll the dice by dragging up her now-ex because he knows this poor thing hasn’t been eaten until she’s begging him off in ages.

“I couldn’t even begin to tell you,” she answers breathlessly, anticipating having her thighs twitching in his hold.

Out of the corner of his eye, John spies a torn condom wrapper that didn’t quite make it into the bin. Well that keeps him from having to ask two questions, then. Smart girl.

“What a shame,” he tsks lightly, peppering kisses back up and down her thigh.

Deciding that she’s waited long enough and he’s had his fun being a tease, John is quick to remove the scant lace and pull it off of her legs before tossing it to who-knows-where.

The sounds she makes as he makes a meal out of her is music to his ears. Each hitched moan and breathy whimper makes him stiffen in interest.

His attention shifts to focus on her clit, tongue circling the sensitive nub as his hands hold her hips in place.

As focused as he is on what’s right in front of him, it takes a moment for John to realize that she’s stifling her noises. One hand is fisting the sheets beneath her while the other is clamped across her lips.

Well. That simply won’t do.

The ex may have trained and shamed her into silence, but John didn’t make it as a military captain without learning how to break someone else’s bad habits.

He ignores her whimper of protest as he stops, one hand abandoning the softness of her hip in favor of grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her mouth.

“None of that,” he admonishes gently, pressing a kiss to one thigh. “Let me hear you.”

“I-I’m too loud,” she protests and for a split second John sees red.

To his credit, he does not leave her wet and leaking on the bed to go bludgeon her ex to death with a blunt object.

“No such thing, sweetheart,” he soothes before having a thought to tease her. “Who are you worried is going to hear you?” He asks kindly, a shit eating grin as he speaks again, “the neighbor?”

Her wide eyed expression is thoroughly scandalized and John can’t fight the chuckle that escapes him.

He hasn’t released her wrist yet, deciding that it’s time to get back to his meal. If she abandons gripping the sheet with her free hand to cover her mouth again, he simply plans to hold both of her wrists.

It’s tentative at first, still not entirely trusting John at his word that he wants to hear her.

But John is all for positive reinforcement as a motivator, crooking his fingers to stroke that one spot that makes her see stars to encourage more from her.

She’s a quick study, although when she releases the sheet John is watching her like a hawk.

Rather than clasping over her mouth again, John is pleased when her fingers end up burying in his hair.

More than happy to let her guide him, John takes his cues from how she pulls at his hair. The feel of her thighs twitching as she breathes in staccato breaths is all the reward he needs.

“You’re getting close,” he says against her cunt, pointing out the obvious before getting back to work. She’s anxious, he thinks, the closer she gets to her climax. Poor girl doesn’t know what to do with herself with an orgasm she hasn’t had to put all the work into.

“D-don’t stop,” she stammers, rewarded immediately with John redoubling his efforts.

He’s not going to stop. Pretty thing like her deserves nothing less than laying on her back and enjoying getting her cunt eaten out.

“O-oh fuck,” is his only warning before she’s gushing on his face and John is like a kid on Christmas morning.

He doesn’t even know if she realizes she’s squirted, too caught up in the pleasure of her high.

He’s always thought it was hot- now that he knows his pretty neighbor is a squirter he is more than willing to get on his knees and pray to whoever is listening that this isn’t a one time event. He’ll do anything to get her to keep him.

Even as her high fades he doesn’t let up on her, continuing to work his middle and ring finger inside of her. All he wants is to see her cum- wants to see those eyes roll as she squeezes them shut in anticipation.

Despite pulling his face away from her wet pussy, he doesn’t leave her clit unattended for long before his thumb is gently circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Kissing his way back up her body, John can’t help but be pleased as she pulls him in to make out with him. Snatched gasps and bucks of her hips grace his ears as he works her from orgasm to the next, the wet sound of his palm slapping against her.

“John Im gonna cum again,” she whimpers in warning.

He feels like a god with the way she stares up at him reverently, eyes wide and desperate for another climax.

“Come on,” he goads, “Show me- let me see your face when you cum.”

Christ if her leg twitches any harder it’s going to start vibrating, serving to only encourage him.

“O-oh,” she mewls, “God- don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-“ she’s pleading with him like he wouldn’t sit at her feet if she asked him to.

The bewildered look on her face is darling, and John nearly finishes untouched; he's so wound up it’s not going to take much.

A few choice thoughts keep his own eminent climax at bay and buys him enough breathing room. She bucks and trembles in his hold, a high pitched squeal escaping her as he proves not only can he make her cum twice, but he can make her squirt like a faucet twice.

As soon as she’s starting to come down from her high she’s pulling at him, drawing up her knees to spread her legs in invitation.

“Greedy girl,” he teases as he kisses her- wet fingers abandoning her cunt in favor of manhandling her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positions himself.

“Please, please, please-“ she begs so prettily for him, pleading for him to do exactly what he’s been fantasizing about for months.

He’s not a small man and mindful of that fact, but she’s well prepped and takes him easily. The desperate whimper that escapes her sears into John’s memory.

The buildup of everything finally gets to him as he wastes no time setting a steady pace.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Let me hear you,” he encourages as she cants her hips in time with his, whines of pleasure escaping her on each thrust.

“John, please,” she begs, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as she watches where they’re joined.

“Eyes up here,” he instructs and Christ he almost loses it when her gaze flicks from between their bodies up to his face.

His hands find hers, fingers lacing together as he lowers his torso in order to kiss the ethereal creature underneath him.

She whimpers into his mouth, her sounds only encouraging John.

Everything about her is warm and inviting, from her soft skin to her warm cunt and the way she sings for him at every thrust.

Maneuvering them so he can grip both her wrists with one of his hands, the other immediately dives between their bodies to find her clit again.

His pretty neighbor has spent months not having an orgasm she didn’t give herself, and John is determined to prove to her that he can give her as many as she can handle.

“John I can’t cum again,” she pleads even as her thighs shake on either side of him.

“Yes you can,” he assures her. “One more time for me, yeah?”

Now, should she insist she’s done and satisfied then John would leave her clit alone and finish up their fun. As it is, though, she nods in acquiescence before the trembling in her thighs increases.

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers continuing their steady pace around her clit as she creeps closer to the edge.

She’s babbling in his ear as he presses a kiss to her temple and he knows she’s almost there.

“Good girl,” he praises again, a cocksure grin pulling at the corners of his lips at her immediate response.

“My good girl,” he ups the ante, testing her response to John staking a claim on her. And God did it ever work. That last little bit is all it takes to finally tip her over.

She clenches down on him like a vice and John immediately loses it, groaning low as the haze of his orgasm washes over him.

It’s everything he wants- she’s everything he wants as he recovers enough from his climax to finally notice that the bed is an utter mess beneath them.

It’s not his immediate concern however, more interested in soothing her through the come down of her high. She’s shivering underneath him, eyes glossy from the intensity of her last orgasm.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs reassuringly. “Just breathe for me.”

He gathers her up in his arms, listening as her heartbeat relaxes in time with his own.

Eventually when enough time passes she’s more alert and happily snuggling against his chest. After giving her a chance to rest he herds her along to the bathroom so she doesn’t give herself a UTI. She tries to brush him off but her legs are taking their sweet time cooperating again.

Of course, she’s not exactly a recruit taking a piss test so he gives her her privacy and she’s able to return on her own albeit on shaky legs.

John pets at her head idly, attention drifting in post coital bliss as his hand strokes down along her back.

“I can’t believe you’re actually in my bed,” she giggles deliriously after a stretch of quiet.

“Only reason I wasn’t here sooner was because of that muppet,” he assures her. He doesn’t want her thinking that this is a one time thing for him. He’s wanted her for so long he can’t possibly be expected to turn her loose at the end of the night.

“I only dated him because I didn’t think you liked me,” she scoffs at herself.

“Oh, it was nearly the first moment I laid eyes on you. But with my work I kept talking myself out of doing anything,” he tells her. “Kept telling myself you deserve better. And then you brought the muppet home and kept him around,” John grouses good naturedly at her. “Think they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

“I plead temporary insanity,” she jokes, snuggling closer against his chest. “But I got rid of him. And you finally made your move.”

He hums in agreement, sleep pulling at him now that he has her tucked up against his side.

John doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes with a jolt to the sound of pounding on her door.

He’s only been out for an hour or so when he checks the clock on the nightstand, his neighbor sprawled out next to him.

Well, now he knows she snores. The sound is light enough to have never heard it through the wall, but curled up next to him she’s like a cat purring loudly in his ear.

And he’s exceptionally pissed right off at the fact someone has woken him up. Especially considering he has one guess who it is.

He fully debates answering the door buck ass naked to teach the prick a lesson about banging on doors after midnight but settles on tossing his joggers on.

Much like when she opened the door for John, the ex is automatically trained at where her head would be rather than looking at John’s face.

“My eyes are here,” he quips sarcastically. “Why the fuck are you banging on the door this late.”

“Why th-“ the ex starts to parrot back before cutting himself off. “Why the fuck are you in her apartment? Why isn’t she answering?”

“She’s asleep,” John answers simply. There’s no obligation to explain the why and how he ended up in her apartment.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s asleep? How is she asleep after she just dumped me? And why the fuck are you here?”

The boyfriend (the ex boyfriend, he thinks with glee) is either oblivious or…

Well. The ex boyfriend is oblivious. Let’s just keep it at that.

“I’m here because you can’t do your job right. She’s asleep because I can. What part of that is confusing?”

“That stupid slag’s been fucking you behind my back-“

“No.” John is somewhat mindful of not giving a full on “screaming at recruits” bellow, but his voice booms into the corridor outside the apartment anyway. “You watch your fucking mouth. This” John gestures vaguely at his own presence in her flat, “just happened after she dumped you. You don’t get to hurl insults.”

“She hopped off of my cock and straight to yours- what the fuck else is it?”

“You couldn’t get her off,” John hisses in annoyance. “I’ve had front row seats to your shitty little performance more than once. Not 5 minutes after you leave and she’s having to handle it herself.”

“I can’t be expected to compete with a fucking vibrator!”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t need one to get the job done. Poor girl could barely get her legs to work to go to the loo and not give herself a UTI. Your skill issues are what started all of this.”

“You know what? Fucking have her. I don’t need this shit.”

Ah yes, because John needs the ex’s permission to date a newly single woman. Absolutely. That’s entirely how that works.

“Never needed your blessing. Now fuck off. I’m trying to sleep.”

The ex responds with a two finger salute as he spins on his heel and storms off.

John is almost tempted to grab him by the back of his neck and turn him into a chew toy. Given his military career, his patience for muppets giving him attitude is virtually nonexistent.

But the siren call of his pretty neighbor is a stronger pull than the muppet can ever hope to achieve. John’s succeeded in his mission to run the prick off, and he’s going to try to get a few more hours of sleep before seeing if she’s interested in another romp in the morning when she wakes up.

The bedroom is dark and poorly lit but John immediately picks up on the silence.

Rather than being sprawled out and snoring like when he left her, she’s quiet and curled into a ball.

She’s awake.

“Sweetheart?” He calls softly.

She jolts, fabric rustling from the sheets falling off her as she sits up.

“You’re still here,” the surprise in her tone cuts, although he knows she didn’t mean for it to.

She seems to realize how that comes across and clarifies further, “I- I heard the door shut.”

It falls into place for him then- she woke up to the sound of the door and John nowhere to be found. She thought he’d left.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoles, making his way back to the bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he assures her while gathering her back into his arms.

Sleep comes back readily once the two of them are situated back in the bed.

Come morning, John’s got the patience and the presence of mind to throw a towel on the bed. He finds out for himself that his neighbor makes the prettiest noises with her arse propped up in the air and her face still buried in her pillow.

He can’t help but laugh later when she texts him that one of the neighbors made a noise complaint.

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“Boo!”

You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.

The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused. “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.

Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”

You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.

“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.

Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”

“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.

“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.

He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”

“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”

“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.

“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.

Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus.

There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.

“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.

Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.

“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”

“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.

You cave instantly.

You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.

“Good,” the boy hums.

“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.

Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.

You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod.

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.

West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me.

—————

The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.

Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.

His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.

You shrug. “Nothin’…”

“I missed you.”

You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”

“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.

“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s awful.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.

“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.

“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”

You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”

“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief.

“No, it was very intentional.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.

Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”

“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”

“God, you’re such a boy.”

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