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how ateez would confess to you
-> words count : 3.7k words
-> genre : ateez members crushing on you
-> warnings : just a lot of sweetness
-> sorry if I made any spelling or grammar mistakes, english is not my first language
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KIM HONGJOONG - JEALOUS
he’s the type to be bold. but like REALLY bold.
like he’s not embarrassed at all to check you out when you ask him if your outfit looks good and say “it looks more than good, don’t worry.” with that damn smirk screaming in my pillow.
he’s also very protective - always has his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking in a crowded place, and always gives you his jacket or sweater if you’re cold or feeling uncomfortable.
he has an eye on you wherever you two are going to be sure that you’re safe.
asks you to send him a message so he is sure that you’re home whenever you go out of work, or hang out late without him, or when he can’t walk you home.
that being said, it’s also a fact that this man is possessive.
have you seen him whenever an atiny mentions liking another group, or going to other concerts than theirs ?
he would be the same with you.
but since you’re not yet a couple, he tries to hide it as well as he can.
but jealousy would be his breaking point.
seeing you laugh and joke with some trainee of the agency he didn’t even know the name of really made his blood boil.
his death stare was burning holes in the back of the head of the poor boy you were talking with.
he would approach both of you, and as if the trainee wasn’t already intimidated by hongjoong presence, he was looking at him like he killed someone lmao.
the trainee was almost shaking when hongjoong dragged you away from him under a ridiculous excuse.
“- Joong ! Where are we going ?”
He didn’t answer, jaw clenched and his grip on your wrist almost painful as he brought you to his studio. Hongjoong closed the door behind the two of you, just to have the time to think about the way he was going to explain himself. He always succeeded in controlling himself and mostly his jealousy, but today, he didn’t exactly know why, it was too hard seeing you with someone else, laughing like you should be with only him.
“- Hongjoong ? What’s gotten into you ?”
He took a deep breath. Maybe it was finally the moment to say the truth. It would take a weight out of his shoulder, and he could have an answer to all his questions. Hongjoong turned towards you, a smirk on his lips.
“- You want me to be honest ?”
You simply nobbed, looking at him expectantly, and even if he acted confident, his heart was beating fast.
“- I didn’t like seeing you laugh with another guy. Well, I didn’t like it every other time it happened. But I think today was just too much to bear for me. Because I love you. I want you to be mine, only mine. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that, and I want you to be the one who makes me laugh. What do you say ?”
The blush creeping on your cheeks as you listened to his words, and watched his grin widened was really noticeable. But your smile was even more telling to him.
“- I say yes.”
“from now on and forever, I won’t let you go. you’re mine.”
PARK SEONGHWA - SAFE
he is literally the sweetest person ever.
the type to text you throughout the day to ask if you have eaten and if your answer is no, expect him to be at your door in 5 minutes, drank or took a break.
so, so caring and always there whenever you need him.
mention that you had a bad day or are a little down ? expect a movie night, your favorite snacks and a lot of cuddles from hwa.
speaking of that, he sometimes always acts as if he was your boyfriend.
not that it’s bothering you, on the contrary, but he still claims to everyone that you two are just best friends.
and that’s confusing because he’s out there holding your hands, putting his arm on your shoulder, cuddling with you.
to be honest, seonghwa has been trying to make things ambiguous between the two of you lately, in hopes that you would take the hint that he likes you.
like that one time he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and you thought that he was about to kiss you.
so tonight, while he was laying on top of you on your couch, focused on the show playing on the TV, you decided it was time to clarify this situation.
“- Hwa ?”
The man turned his head towards you at the mention of his surname, big doe eyes watching you and waiting for what you wanted to say. You hoped that he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.
“- Can I ask you a question ?
- Yeah, of course.”
Seonghwa’s smile almost made your hands shake, and you came back to playing with his hair to try and hide it.
“- What are we ?”
It was as if the whole world had stopped spinning for Seonghwa. Was it finally happening ? Was this your way of asking him to be more than friends ? He silently prayed for it, closing his eyes for a second to gather his thoughts, and also to escape your piercing gaze that was making him even more nervous than he already was.
“- I’m willing to be whatever you want us to be angel.
- And what do you think of… You being mine, and me being yours ?”
Seonghwa giggled quietly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the red tint on his cheeks. His arms, that circled your waist, tightened their grip, not planning on letting you go anytime soon.
“that’ll be perfect. that’s what i wanted us to be all along.”
JEONG YUNHO - SLEEPY
100% golden retriever energy, you can’t say otherwise i’ll fight.
i don’t know, he just gives this puppy boyfriend vibes, all fluffy and clingy and sweet, he’s just so cute honestly.
the type to always want to hang out, because his love language his quality time.
will make it a ritual to eat with you at least 2 times a week, weekend hangouts where you either simply go shopping or sometimes he plans activities, and movie nights too.
so smiley around you his cheeks hurts when he goes home after spending the day with you.
he gets especially giggly every time you do something a little silly, like when you trip while trying to show him something.
always makes sure you’re alright afterwards though.
to put it in a nutshell, he’s just very cute.
but he finds you even more cute, particularly when you’re all sleepy.
because then you snuggle up to him, seeking his warmth, and you often fall asleep on him, unaware of how much you make his heart flutter.
during your usual movie night, you felt tired and rested on his shoulder.
As Yunho heard your breathing become more regular, he assumed that you were asleep. He was always so glad that you felt safe enough around him to be this vulnerable. And mostly, he got to admire your beautiful face without risking you to catch him. He didn’t know why but tonight, he felt on the verge of telling you. And after all, you were asleep, you couldn’t hear him. He already said it to you a few times like that, what could go wrong ?
“- You’re breathtaking Y/N, really… I love you.”
As Yunho was ready to cover you with a blanket to keep you even more warm, your voice stopped him in his tracks.
“- Can you say it again ? I’m not sure I understood.”
His panicked eyes turned to your fully awake ones, looking at him with a mischievous glint. The poor boy gulped loudly, not knowing if he was going to be in trouble or if you were just messing with him, as you always did.
“- I-I love you, I really do. I just… It was easier telling you when you couldn’t reject me.”
A shy chuckle escaped him as he averted your gaze, missing the smile eating your whole face at his confession.
“- Look at me, big baby.”
And when he eventually did, you finally answered his silent interrogation.
“- I love you too, so much.”
Yunho engulfed you in the biggest hug, already taking advantage of your new relationship.
“I can’t wait to spend every day and every night by your side.”
KANG YEOSANG - PERFECT
he’s not very talkative, in the sense that he’s not always making remarks about what you tell him.
but don’t worry, he got it all written in his head.
it could be the most useless detail about a story that happened to you years ago, and he still will remember it.
because you’re too precious to him to forget anything about you he’s so boyfriend material.
the type to take notice of what you like to eat.
say that you love a certain type of food one time, and you’ll get it every now and then.
he remembers your coffee order from day one.
also a really good listener and give the best advice.
that being said, he’s the type to notice if you looked at something with envy in a shop, or said that you wanted this or that.
and bets that he’ll confess with a little gift that he bought for you.
maybe that’ll be a waste of money if you say no, but he doesn’t care, you’re worth it.
so he’ll buy this necklace you’ve been talking about for weeks, and come to you one day, almost out of the blue to offer it to you.
“- You shouldn’t have, really. That’s too much.
- It’s never too much when it comes to you.”
You were blushing like crazy, as much as from his words and how his fingers brushed against your skin as Yeosang attached the necklace for you. His eyes reflected nothing but love and adoration when he looked at you.
“- You’re beautiful, it suits you perfectly.
- Thank you so much Sangie ! But what is this for ? It’s not my birthday or anything special…”
Yeosang lowered his head for several seconds before mustering the courage to let the words finally spill from his mouth. They were coming out so naturally that it seemed like you were truly made for one another.
“- I wanted to give you this just because you loved it, but also to remind you how much I love you. And I don’t mean it in a friendly way. I like you. And I hope, if you return my feelings, that this necklace is gonna remind you of that everyday.”
Your smile was enough of an answer for him, but you took a step forward, putting your hand on Yeosang’s cheek and making his heart beat faster.
“- I’ll wear it everyday from now on. I must find something for you to wear and remember how much I love you too.”
“let’s get matching ones then, that’ll make us soulmates.”
CHOI SAN - FORCED
now this boy is the most obvious when it comes to crushes.
like all the members could tell that he was down bad for you since the first day.
but you didn’t seem to notice.
however, it was indeed very clear since he looked at you as if you put all the stars in the sky.
really, i don’t understand how you didn’t notice.
beside the fact that he’s literally a simp for you, he’s also been your best friend for several years now, and he knows you like the back of his hand except your undying love for him.
he had always been by your side : when you were sad or happy, when you had your first crush and even when you got drunk for the first time.
the members having obviously noticed how san was struggling to tell you how he felt, they tried to help him multiple times.
to be honest, this was not really efficient but at least they tried.
the latest attempt was at this little party they planned at the dorms, and of course you were invited.
at one point, everyone gathered to play truth or dare, and of course, it was a trick to get you two to confess to each other not very slick, yeah.
“- So San, truth or dare ?
- Truth, I have nothing to hide.”
His confident smile made you chuckle, knowing all his embarrassing secrets and also knowing how much he, in fact, had to hide.
“- Well, then tell us who your crush is.”
The smirk on Yunho’s face made a deep contrast with the defeated one on San face. You felt your own smile flatter as you tried not to look at your best friend. You knew this day would come. Of course San wouldn’t stay with you until your old days. Of course he would find a better partner. You were only his best friend, not his lover.
“- I… Uh-
- I thought you had nothing to hide, Sannie.”
The group laughed collectively at Wooyoung's remark, except you and San. You were almost ready to stand up and leave when your best friend turned to you.
“- Y/N… I really love you.”
Your eyes widened as San ran away immediately. Around you, the members were all whistling and making weird noises. But you didn’t hear them. You only heard San’s words again and again. Quickly after, you followed him to the kitchen. He had to know how much you loved him too. When you found him, he had his head pressed on the fridge, eyes closed and probably overthinking everything he had ever said and done.
“- San…”
He turned to you quickly, worry filling up his gaze.
“- Listen Y/N, I’m really sorry ! I shouldn't have said that in front of everyone, I should’ve kept it for a moment just between us, or never tell you at all in fact. I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable and I’m-
- San, stop.”
You took a step toward him, your smile eating your face.
“- We’ve known each other for years, you’ll never make me uncomfortable. Stop thinking too much, okay ? ‘Cause I love you too, since I don’t even remember when because you’re the most important person in my life.”
No answer came except his lips on yours, and his hand on your waist, pulling you against his body.
“i’ve always known that one day we’ll be together, and that one day i’ll marry you. but let’s keep that for later.”
SONG MINGI - DRUNK
the boy is a stuttering and nervous mess around you.
blushing everytime you smile at him, but denying it if you ever mention it before blushing even more, he’s so cute.
besides the fact he’s so impressed by your charisma and presence, he’s very funny around you.
the type to make the dumbest jokes and put himself in ridiculous situations if that makes you laugh.
because your smile and laugh are the most beautiful things he had ever seen and heard.
it’s so funny to see a big guy like him being so amazed by just one person, you find that really endearing.
but that also means that he’s not brave at all.
like, if he ever tried to just muster up the courage to tell you that he has the biggest crush on you, he would chicken out as soon as he saw you.
and I think that to be able to confess, he would have to take a little liquid courage yes, that means getting drunk.
one night, the boys were celebrating the release of their new comeback with some drinks and mingi asked you to come with them.
and of course, he’ll end up drinking too much, hoping that he would either stop thinking about you or finally telling you how he felt.
“- Y/N !”
Mingi’s scream made you jolt in place and turn around quickly, smiling when you saw him trying to walk straight in your direction, with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. He was cute, really cute. But you didn’t expect him to literally throw himself in your arms. You caught him as best as you could, shivering as his breath tickled your neck.
“- Are you alright Mingi ?”
He nodded his head, trying to steady himself and standing straight on his feet again. You looked up at him, preparing yourself to decode his slurred words.
“- Yeah… Yes, I’m alright but I wanted to say something to you… I really, really like you… I mean, like you, not like a friend, I want you to be my lover… Because I love you.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and Mingi’s heart skipped a beat. His brain was all mushy just from seeing your gaze focused on him and only him, and alcohol wasn’t helping at all in controlling the blush on his cheeks.
“- I like you too Mingi, and I would like to be your lover too. But we’ll talk about this when you’re sober, okay ?”
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“- I really said that ?”
You chuckled lightly, caressing his cheeks softly, diving in his mesmerizing, hypnotizing eyes.
“- Yeah, you did. But to be honest, it was very cute. You’re very cute anyway. So, would you like to be my lover Mingi ?”
The boy in question pecked your lips, smiling too.
“that’s not even a question princess. i’ll be by your side as long as you’ll let me stay.”
JUNG WOOYOUNG - IMPULSIVE
i see him as someone very spontaneous.
if he passes by a restaurant he likes, no matter what hour it is or what he has to do, he’ll stop and eat.
if he likes someone, he’s gonna tell them.
that’s what you love about him, and that’s also probably how you met.
he was certainly doing something stupid, as always, and ran into you, making you fall on the floor.
and boom ! you were best friends forever.
he didn’t stop doing ridiculous things, on the contrary since he noticed that you’re in the same mood as him and that it’s making you laugh, he’ll be doing it even more.
but the thing is that wooyoung wants way more than being friends since the first day.
but now that he’s got you in his life, he’s a little (very) afraid of losing you.
so he’s gonna try and hide his feelings as best as he can.
but when he passed by this flower shop, and saw your favourite ones standing outside, he couldn’t help thinking of you.
and that’s how he ended up at your door, with the flowers, trying to calm himself down.
“- Woo ? What are you doing here ?
- I.. Uh… These are for you !”
He handed you the flowers, feeling a blush creeping on his cheeks as you took them hesitatingly. Wooyoung never felt so nervous in his life. Even before his first concert, even before his first fanmeeting. Even with all the stressful events he had experienced being an idol, he never got so anxious.
“- Thank you, I guess ? What are these for ? It’s not my birthday, nor anything special I think.”
You chuckled at your own words, leaving Wooyoung asking himself why he did that.
“- Don’t get me wrong ! I like them, they’re beautiful and I’m surprised you even remembered what my favourite flowers were ! But why ? I don’t understand…”
He thought about letting out all the words he kept for himself for weeks, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. So instead, he leaned in to kiss you. It was not even a peck : he kissed you passionately, like it was the last thing he got to do before dying. You let the flowers fall to the floor, dropping them without any regrets when you tug at Wooyoung’s hair, deepening your kiss. And his smile when you backed out for air told you everything you needed to know.
“i’ll buy you flowers everyday if it means i get to kiss you like this.”
CHOI JONGHO - TEXT
first thing first, this man’s smile could kill you and me, he’s so cute that’s got to be illegal.
the type to value your friendship so much, to the point he prefers to just be your friend than ever risking your relationship if he’s not 100% certain that your feelings are mutual.
his crush developed slowly, falling for you little by little and growing fond of you much more as time passed.
the members noticed how much he liked you when they saw that jongho lets you sleep on his shoulder whenever you are tired.
or when he willingly hugs you every time you need it.
he doesn’t like physical contact but with you, it’s natural and he sincerely appreciates it.
so careful when it comes to his feelings, because he doesn’t want to lose you or upset you.
that’s why i think he would confess through very, very long messages he’ll send late at night.
probably threw his phone away as soon as he did it, not wanting to see your response.
but that’s also why he did it : to let you choose if you wanted to respond or just ignore what he just told you.
so when you called the next day, he panicked.
“- Hi Jongho !
- H-Hi Y/N.”
At least, your tone seemed as cheerful as usually, and not upset or disappointed.
“- I must admit I was really surprised when I saw your texts when I woke up this morning. I was not expecting that at all.
- And… Is it in a bad or a good way ?”
Jongho didn’t want to pressure you, but he needed to know how you felt, needed to know if he should smile or bury himself six feet under.
“- In a good way, don’t worry.”
You clearly heard his sigh of relief, which made you both chuckle at the other end of the phone. And both of you had the biggest smile on your faces.
“- I’ll need at least two hours to even come close to a good answer and I don’t have the time right now. So just listen to that : I like you too, so much you can’t imagine. But if you’re willing to listen to my boring ramble for hours…”
“i love listening to you, I’ll never get tired of it..”
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Lucky // J. Todd x f!reader
Requested? Yes!
Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, praise kink, tooth rotting sweetness
Summary: You and Jason were opposites. He was a foul-mouthed, gun-toting vigilante. You were painfully shy, not even daring to look at the guy from across the coffee shop. It doesn’t matter. He shows you how much he loves you regardless.
A/N: still working on catching up with holiday requests! I just wanted a break in between writing them. anyway, it’s cuffin’ SEASONNNN I NEED A BIG BOY, GIMME A BIG BOY
The gradual warmth flooding across Gotham indicated that spring was encroaching on winter. In a small one-bedroom apartment on the edges of the Bowery, you scribbled down a grocery list while you waited for your lover to wake up. Delicate golden rays washed over your skin and seeped into your soul, lighting up your body inside and out. Adjusting your glasses, you peered outside as the sun crested over the tops of the buildings.
The sound of the bedroom door opening caught your attention and you looked over to find Jason watching you carefully. He leaned against the doorframe, gray sweats hanging low on his hips. His firm, solid torso was on display and your cheeks flooded with heat despite the fact that you had seen him like this a million times before and slept next to his half naked form merely hours before.
Jason was the opposite of you. You both savored quiet days in the apartment with your choice of book, a new recipe to try, or a show in the background while you worked on your computer and he napped on the couch next to you. He worked nights and you during the days. He was out in the streets, beating criminals black and blue for going after the innocent. You waited for him to come home so you could ease the sting of his broken knuckles with antiseptic and ice. He was loud, brash, and didn’t hesitate to get in people’s faces if he felt justice needed to be served. You were quiet, shy, and felt it impossible to raise your voice sometimes.
“Morning,” you greeted softly. Sleep still clung to his teal eyes, but a small smile graced his lips. Jason pushed away from the wall and made a clean hop over the couch. He settled his weight on top of you, careful not to crush you, and nestled his head on your chest.
A giggle escaped you and you tossed the notepad and pen onto the coffee table. You tangled your fingers in his messy dark hair and laid a kiss on top of curls. He hummed at your ministrations as you scratched your nails along his scalp and his hands came down to settle on your hips.
No words needed to be exchanged between the two of you. You slid your hands down to run along the heated skin of his back. The glow of the sun illuminated his body and when he raised his head, he was crowned in golden light. A halo perfect for your angelic protector.
His hands slid under your shirt and he tugged it off in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. You laughed again and he smiled against the flesh of your breast before his tongue swiped across the pebbled nipple of your right breast. Your grip tightened on his bicep and Jason grunted in pleasure. He loved knowing his girl felt good.
Jason reached up and pulled your glasses away from your face. He gently set them on the coffee table and pulled himself up, straddling your waist but making sure to not press his weight down on you. You reached up and cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. You slipped his lower lip between both of yours and sucked slightly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Jason groaned and slid his hand along the waistband of your pajama pants. He brushed his pointer finger along your clothed pussy and you gasped against his mouth.
Triumphantly, Jason pulled your panties to one side and circled a finger against your cunt. Shocks of pleasure shot up your spine and warmth flooded down into your cunt. You could feel your arousal grow and he tested how wet you were by slipping the tip of his finger between the lips of your cunt.
One finger slid into you, crooking and teasing along the fleshy pad of your g-spot and your hips canted towards him instinctively. Jason nibbled along the side of your jaw as you panted, open mouthed and debauched. His fingers fucked you as his clothed cock rubbed against your hip.
If someone told you two years ago that you would spend your mornings getting your mind and back blown out by your gorgeous boyfriend, you would have laughed and walked right out of the building. Hell, you were painfully shy sometimes. The chances of you talking to a guy was slim. Dating? As if.
But then you kept running into this one customer at the coffee shop under your apartment. The first time you saw Jason, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him without wanting to shrivel up into a hole and never appear in public again.
After three months of you both glancing at the other, Jason made the first move because there was no way in hell that you would be doing it. He simply walked up one day and asked if the seat across from you was empty. Once he broke past your initial walls, you realized how comfortable you were around him. He was loud, from his laugh to his very personality, but you didn’t mind it. He chatted with the baristas, paid for people who didn’t have enough change or clearly needed a pick me up, and he got in the face of the folks who yelled at the baristas.
You were falling before you knew it. Everything else just fell into place as easy as your heart.
Of course there were bumps. The whole vigilante thing and rich family had come as a shock, but at that point, you didn’t really care. Jason was your Jason. He was the guy who got a lemon poppy seed scone and a cold brew every day. He loved the taste of coconut but hated the texture. He loved to read, always had, and he loved to tell you about the latest book he had read.
He had died. He had come back. Sometimes, he kissed you like it would be the last time he would ever touch you. You didn’t care.
You loved him.
“C’mon, baby. Come for me,” he grunted against your lips as the cord of pleasure in your body pulled tighter and tighter. “God, you’re so pretty. Such a good girl for me. You’re gonna be a good girl and come, right?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “I’m your girl.”
“That’s right.” He kissed you sweetly and you couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the lewd squelch of his fingers scissoring and thrusting out of your sopping cunt and the soft, gentle way he pressed kisses across the bridge of your nose and against your lips.
“That’s my good girl, that’s my baby. God, I love you so much.”
His raspy, sleep-coated voice sent your brain haywire and you opened your lips in a silent, choking gasp as your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He rutted against your hips just a few more times before he stilled. If you looked down, you were sure you would find a growing stain at the front of his sweatpants.
Jason slipped his hand out from your pants and laid his hand on your bare stomach. He collapsed next to you on the couch and rested his head on your breast once more.
“What was that for?” you teased. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He rested his chin on your sternum and blinked up at you with lust-addled eyes.
“Thought it was obvious,” he mumbled.
You shook your head. “Gonna have to spell it out for me, bubs.”
Jason settled a kiss on the skin of your chest, right where your heart beat steadily. “Because I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this entire city.”
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IN THE MOMENTS BETWEEN • S. REID X READER
waiting for a case to end; mentions of a hostage situation; mentions of nightmares and fears; anxiety; teasing; fluff. ~700 words. nothing too intense.
You sit in silence with him, thighs barely pressed against his as you sit on the small bench in the empty subway. He’s tense, spine rigid and jaw tensing as he fidgets with his phone, checking anxiously for notifications.
“Spence?” You ask softly and he hums, barely moving his eyes from the small screen he keeps checking. “They’ll call,”
“I… I know,” he sighs. “I just hate not knowing what to do,”
“What, a genius doesn’t like feeling lost? Doesn’t like not knowing?” You gasp in faux shock, delighting in the way his lips twitch at the corners. “It’s good, you know?”
Spencer finally tears his eyes from the phone to study you, brows furrowed like you’re a text for him to tear apart and analyze. “What is?”
“The worry. You still care.” You gently place a hand on his shoulder, and he relaxes slightly under you. “You’re not jaded yet, Dr. Reid.”
“And you?”
“I think I’m fine,” you mumble, unable to hold his intense stare, knowing he's desperately looking for the tells you’ve taught yourself to suppress since getting to the BAU, hunting for insight into your feelings and mind. “I mean, I still get scared. Angry. Sad. I get the nightmares. But I know I do it to make the world a little better, safer. And I know I should feel that way. That’s all I need to keep myself me,”
He nods gently, tilting his head at you. His mouth opens but the words never come, and you let yourself focus on something other than the crushing weight of having to sit and do nothing.
The weight of the silence and anxiety that comes from not knowing how the raid was going. You know they’re competent and that the profile is great, but there’s a hostage. And they’re your team.
You wanted everyone to get home safe.
The whole team did.
You pick up a newspaper from the tower next to the bench, and Spencer doesn’t even warn you about the germs, so you know he’s far into his head and thoughts.
You fold and fold and fold until you make a lopsided and ugly hat from the crinkled and thin paper.
Spencer looks up when the sound of rustling stops, looking curiously at what you made.
“A hat,” you supply, and he chuckles softly, gingerly reaching over to touch and examine it, tilting it in his hands and looking at the headline you placed alongside the biggest side — a heartwarming story about a dog and its dedication to its owner. It’s dumb, but it makes him grin, and you’re glad it worked to tear his mind from the dark worries you could see eating at him.
He surprises you by pulling it from your hands and settling it atop his messy curls and you smile, enthused by how silly it looks on him.
“Cute,” you tell him, and his ears and cheeks tint a light pink. “Really,”
“Thanks,”
You go back to the silence, but he’s much more at ease. You are too, fighting down a smile every time you glance at him.
The call finally comes when you’re half asleep by his side, supported by Spencer’s arm braced behind your back, his hand lightly gripping your hip to keep you upright.
“Yeah. Yeah, I got it,” he sits up straighter, squeezing your hip. The hat stays on his head. “Yeah, thank you. Tell Morgan to shut up for me,”
He hangs up.
Your ears perk up and you stare at him, eyes bleary. “What?”
“JJ,” Spencer tells you. “Everything went how we wanted.”
You nod. “The Morgan comment?”
“He was teasing me from the background, I barely heard it.” Spencer helps you stand, righting you when you stumble — legs unexpectedly asleep. “Asking if I had fun being a lover-boy,”
You smile. “Did you?”
“I like the hat, if that’s what you’re asking.” Spencer teases.
“Spence,” you whine, drawing out the last ‘e’.
“Yes. You helped me stay calm. You know I like spending time with you,” Spencer finally tells you, looking anywhere but at your smiling face. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”
my first time writing (creatively) in forever, and my first time writing for spence ever so please forgive my struggles w/ characterization and all. i'll improve once i'm no longer rusty, and find a fun and well-done style. hopefully soon!
#my works#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fanfiction
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not sure if you’re taking requests, but could you write something where perv!eddie has a thing for the reader and they catch on to it? they act like they’re sore from a work out or something and ask eddie for a back rub. (cue them making happy moaning noises and asking him to go deeper/harder and making poor eddie lose his mind)
Perv!Eddie is amazing. 18+ because of spicy themes.
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Eddie is not nearly as slick as he thinks he is. He’s not sly about asking you to take a look at his geometry problems when you’re wearing a low-cut top, where you have to bend over his desk to look at his work. He’s not fooling anyone when he “accidentally” spills some water on your white shirt—conveniently right over your nipples. Honestly, he’s lucky he’s so cute and that you have a big fat crush on him, or he’d be in deep shit.
After no sign of Eddie easing up on his perviness, you decide to start teasing him. Just subtly at first, by wearing a sweater on a day that’s too warm for one, just so you can strip it off in front of him, or acting annoyed when you see a piece of trash on the floor of the hallway, so you have to bend over to pick it up, giving him a perfect view of your ass. As completely unsubtle he is about being perv, he’s even less so when he tries to adjust himself in his pants. Maybe it’s just because you know to look out for it, but you’re pretty sure he’s always sporting a boner around you. You were hoping all the teasing would get him to finally say something, but he’s a stubborn teenage boy so it seems like you’ll have to amp it up.
You waited for a day when you knew Eddie had Hellfire right after school to ask him to pick you up from the gym on his way home. He’d drive right past it anyway, so it seemed like a simple, normal request. But the moment you see his van pull up to the curb of the gym, your plan gets set into motion.
Rolling out your neck, you walk around to the passenger’s side of the van. Opening the door, you pull yourself up, making sure to do it with some extra gusto so your breasts bounce slightly.
“Thanks for picking me up,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt.
“Yeah, no problem.” You’re not sure if he’s even aware that he’s ogling your chest. “Want me to take you home?”
“Can we hang out at your place?” you ask.
“Sure.”
The drive to Eddie’s place is short, and when you get out of the van and walk up the few steps to the front door, you make sure to emphasize the motion of your hips. Inside, you head straight back to Eddie’s bedroom, leaving him no choice but to follow you. When he steps in the room behind you, you plop down on the bed and sigh as you bring a hand up to your shoulder.
“You, uh, okay?” Eddie asks as he shrugs out of his leather jacket.
“Really sore from the workout,” you say, stretching out the muscles in your neck. “Would you mind giving me a back rub?”
“Oh,” Eddie says, clearly taken off guard. He raises his eyebrows as he slowly inches towards the bed. “Yeah, okay.”
Doing your best to suppress your smirk, you roll onto your stomach and lay your head on Eddie’s pillow. When you feel his body weight sink onto the bed next to you, you slip your hands beneath the pillow and wriggle your ass under the guise of getting more comfortable.
“Where, uh, where should I rub?” Eddie asks, voice shaky.
“Anywhere. Everywhere.”
The bed shifts a little as Eddie leans in, and his strong warm hands land on the middle of your back. You’re forced to bite your lip to keep from letting out an instantaneous moan. That’s meant to be saved until he’s been massaging you for a bit. His thumbs dig into the muscles along your spine.
“Oh, that’s so good,” you say. The room is so quiet you can hear the brief hitch in Eddie’s breathing. You swell with satisfaction, knowing he hasn’t heard anything yet.
“Right there!”
“S’g-good?” Eddie asks.
“Ugh, yes. Harder.”
The bed moves beneath you and the mental image of Eddie needing to adjust his hips has you smirking to yourself. Deciding to really mess with him, you inhale before letting out a purely pornographic moan.
There’s a sharp inhale from above you, but he’s quick to cover it by letting out a few fake coughs.
“Shit, deeper Eddie.”
His hands hesitate against your thin shirt, only for a second, before he’s digging deeper into your muscles. Letting out another moan, you silently wonder how long you should keep this going. A soft grunt escapes from Eddie and you figure you’ve tortured the poor boy enough. Slipping your hands out from underneath the pillow, you push yourself up and swing your legs around Eddie so that you’re sitting next to him.
His hands are in his lap—conveniently over his crotch—and he twists his rings around. There’s a rosy color on his cheeks that looks like it’s spreading. A smug smirk comes to your face when he can’t meet your eyes. It seems like he’s looking anywhere but at you.
“So,” you say, leaning in towards him. “How about I give you a different kind of massage?”
Eddie’s eyes widen as he finally meets your gaze, and you hear him audibly swallow. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out as he turns impossibly redder. Giggling, you lean in even further towards him, giving him a peek down your shirt. His eyes dart down to your chest before back up to your face. When you bite your lower lip, he looks away from you again.
“Y-You don’t have to do that,” he finally says.
“Eddie,” you say. “Do you really think I’m that mean that I would tease you like that and not help you out?”
As wide as Eddie’s eyes were before, they grow three times the size now as his head shoots towards you.
“That was all on p-purpose?” he stammers.
“Of course,” you say with a giggle. “You haven’t exactly been subtle lately, Eddie. Figured I’d see how far I could push it before you said something. Turns out you’re about as stubborn as I am, though.”
“Well, shit,” Eddie says, letting out a chuckle. “Yeah, you pushed it pretty far.”
“So, let me help you out,” you drawl, hand ghosting over his thigh. Eddie’s quick to catch your wrist though, letting out a hiss through his teeth.
“I, uh, really don’t need it,” he says. You drown in confusion until Eddie moves his other hand off of his crotch. There’s a wet spot on the front of the denim and you raise your eyebrows.
“Oh, guess so. Well.” You swing your leg over both of his until you're sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs. “I’m pretty sure I could work you up again. What do you say? Up for the challenge?”
Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Not gonna be much of a challenge at all, baby.”
He flops back on the bed, pulling you down with him. Giggling, you press your lips to his and start to work your hips against his body. Almost instantly, you feel a stir in the denim below him. No, this would not be a challenge at all.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#request
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this was originally a response to another post but it seems OP blocked me for it so idk if people can still see/interact with said response but heck it i spent a fair while collecting the panels/typing it up so i'm just transferring it over to a new post for anyone else who might be interested in readin'
"Neteyam has to act like a full grown adult [and we should feel bad for him because of this]"
No. Neteyam acts mature because that's his personality, not because it's been forced on him. He chooses to. The idea that he is forced against his will to "act grown-up" and is miserable about it is fanon, not canon.
James Cameron on Neteyam (from the WoW bonus features): "Jamie Flatters plays Neteyam, he's the older brother. He's kind of the guy who most wants to be Jake. He wants to be that warrior."
Jamie Flatters in that same clip:"He just pretty much wants to walk in the footsteps of his father. He's constantly seeking approval [from Jake]"
Note that neither of these, nor anything from the movie or comics, mention anything about external "expectations" or "pressure". Any "pressure" Neteyam experiences to live up to Jake's legacy comes from himself, not from external expectations that have been forced on him. Neteyam WANTS to be a warrior. He WANTS to be like his father and do brave mature grown-up things.
And for the most part, he's pretty good at it too. He's the "golden child" who "excels in all things", the youngest Omatikaya warrior to ever make a clean kill on a sturmbeest. He's strong, smart, brave, noble, and highly skilled for his age.
He knows this, and he wants to do more. Neteyam seeks out more responsibility, especially where fighting is concerned, and it's actually Jake who is hesitant to give it to him, because naturally he fears for his son's life (a very fair and well-founded fear, all things considered :P).
In fact, on the rare occasion that Neteyam does disobey orders, it's in this context of wanting to be part of these adult matters.
"he's too busy training and patrolling instead of acting his age" He is acting his age. His age is "cusp of adulthood". He's not quite there just yet, no, but he's getting close and is eager to get there. He trains and patrols with his parents because HE WANTS TO. He begs to participate in warrior's work.
And if by "act his age" you meant "do teenager things like tease his brother, snicker about immature things, hang out and goof off," etc., guess what he does that too
[originally had a list of relevant GIFs here but tumblr decided it was allergic to them apparently; anyways you can find them all here]
As for looking after his siblings, as a certified Oldest Sibling™ myself, I can assure you that parents expecting you to help look out for and set a good example for your younger siblings is very normal and nowhere near the mountain the fandom seems to make of this molehill.
There are valid reasons to feel sorry for Neteyam—he, like the rest of his family, had to leave his home and start over in a new unfamiliar place among a new clan of strangers with unfamiliar customs. He—not unlike Lo'ak!—desperately wants a chance to prove himself to Jake, and is frustrated when his dad doesn't want to let him participate in battle. And, of course, the big one—his life was tragically taken far too soon.
But "overworked little sadboi who just wants to Be A Kid™ but can't because his meanie parents force him to act like a Grownup™ because he's under Pressure™ to be the perfect future olo'eyktan" is not one of those reasons. That's pure fanfiction and a fundamental misunderstanding of his character. Neteyam is not "wannabe-carefree kid trapped under the crushing weight of expectations forced upon him against his will"—rather, he is "talented noble young warrior who wants to live up to his legendary father of his own volition and strives to do so".
#very sorry that movie neteyam and fanfic neteyam are different idk what else to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#avatar#avatar 2#neteyam#sully family#[edit] ok good removing the gifs worked it's properly showing up on my dash now#why are u like this tumblr -_-
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more than a friend
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: it’s true what they say about fwb…it never works out in your favor when you catch feelings for the other
Warnings: SMUTTY (beginning is just talking about post-climax, but still 18+ minors dni), fwb, angst, unrequited feelings, crying, cursing, a little mean!eddie, clueless!eddie, misunderstandings!, fluffy end
Request?: No
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: i've always wanted to write a fwb fic and i feel like eddie is a great start hehe. enjoy! -sava
A sweet sigh escapes pass your lips as you come down from your high, the heavy weight of your best friend Eddie Munson crushing you just a little as he collapses on your back. His breath fans over your neck while his head hangs close to the exposed skin, chest heaving as he comes down from his own euphoria. You let yourself crash onto your stomach, your legs weak from being wrapped so tightly around Eddie’s waist before flipping positions.
The tip of his cock drags along your walls as he pulls the softened member out of you finally, the snapping sound of the condom being removed and tied filling your heightened senses before watching him toss it in the small trash can you kept by your bedroom door. Eddie fumbles around looking through the discarded clothing on the floor, finally pulling his boxers over his lower half and tossing you the shirt he peeled from your body earlier in the night, along with your panties. You sit up and the two of you get dressed in silence, your eyes lingering on Eddie as he buttons his jeans and fastens his belt again.
“You know you’re always welcome to stay over after we fuck, right? We used to have sleepovers all the time,” you let out, a small smirk accompanying your words.
“Don’t you think it’d be weird? Cuddling up after literally being inside you?” Eddie questions you, throwing on his t-shirt and smoothing it out before grabbing his jacket.
It wasn’t something you’d be 100% opposed to. Sure, Eddie was your best friend since your middle school days, but it didn’t stop the two of you from exploring each others bodies now and then. You are both horny teenagers, you knew it would happen at some point, so why not do it with someone you trusted? It also didn’t stop you from breaking the one rule the two of you set in place before everything started: no catching feelings.
The feelings started a few months ago, with Eddie strumming along to a song on his acoustic after quite the intense round between the two of you. You wanted to stay over at the trailer a bit before even attempting to try and walk, so he let you get cozy under some blankets and played you some music. The focussed look in his eyes and the way his forehead crinkled as he plucked the strings made your heart swell, as well as the aftercare he provided before playing the song, which was a rarity for him. You knew then that you saw Eddie in more than just a platonic way, and that you’re beyond fucked.
“I mean I don’t think so,” you finally answer. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh.
“As tempting as it sounds, I have to get back and finish that paper for O’Donnell’s class. Ya know, since I’m actually trying to graduate this year,” he tells you with a devilish grin. You flop back onto your bed and rest against the headboard, hiding the disappointment that surged through your body. “Thanks for the distraction though.”
He walks over and presses a chaste kiss to your hair, smiling down at you before opening your window and sliding out onto the roof seated just below. You always thought it was silly that he insisted leaving out of your window, with him saying he couldn't bear looking your parents in the eye if they’d heard anything while the two of you went at it while they were home, which never really happened. Plus, your parents loved Eddie and always tell you how grateful they are that you two were still friends, even if it hurt you more and more as of recently.
Being friends with Eddie is great and having him there by your side is always something you’ll cherish, but the feelings you’ve been harboring for him now have you questioning your sanity at times. Would it be so bad if the two of you were to start dating? People around school always mistake you for a couple anyway, and you both pretty much act like a couple minus any of the romance. But it didn’t have to be that way.
Standing up from your bed, you shut the window and give a quick wave to Eddie before closing the curtains and letting your shoulders slump. The constant ache that resided in your chest every time one of you would leave after mind-blowing sex always left you weaker than you liked. Sure, catching feelings for your best friend made you feel cliché at times, especially after how you two would preach about how guys and girls can just ‘be friends’ back in your middle school days, but that was before the hormones settled and Eddie’s first tattoo adorned his new toned physique.
Going back to your bed, you peel the covers back and climb underneath, nuzzling into the comfort of your bed with a sad sigh. You knew you had to confess your feelings to him soon, or your heart would continue to be put on the line and the confusing feelings will keep swimming around in your head. You reach over towards your nightstand and tug the pull chain attached to your lamp, watching the room around become swallowed in darkness. You lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes, slightly hoping tonight you wouldn’t dream of Eddie and what it would be like to finally call him yours.
Slamming the door to your locker closed, you make your way to Miss O’Donnell’s with your final paper in hand. The school day was almost over and you were excited to spend the night playing D&D with the Hellfire boys. Maybe even after when you’d catch a ride back to Eddie’s, you would confess your feelings. It was a possibility that had been on your mind all day, and after feeling so deflated after watching him leave once again, you needed to be freed from the crushing weight on your chest once and for all.
Turning the corner, you pass through the threshold of the theater and walk towards the Hellfire room to grab your character sheet you’d left behind yesterday at lunch that you will need for tonight’s game. You always liked working on your character sheet in the actual D&D room the day before meetings, it helped you focus better and allowed you to step into the mind set of playing the game as the familiar surroundings came into view.
As you’re about to turn to where the table usually resided, you hear chatter coming from inside. You sneak your head around the corner and feel your heart twinge a little as Eddie sits on his throne while talking with Meghan, a member of the school’s student council and resident player, if you can even call a girl that. You quickly duck out of view and press your back against the wall, your ears perking up to try and listen to their conversation.
“Are you sure Y/N won’t have a problem with our date tonight?” Megan asks, her voice sultry and full of suggestion.
“Why would she?” Eddie questions her.
“C’mon, you know you two act like a couple, right? I mean, I was totally shocked when you pulled me in here for a kiss because I honestly thought the two of you were dating,” she replies with a smug tone.
You felt as if someone was tugging on your heartstrings, pain surging through your body as the words left her lips. He kissed her?
“And yet you still agreed to the date. Look, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Y/N, sweetheart. I definitely don’t see her that way. She's just my best friend, that's all,” Eddie reassures her, his voice soft but smug at the same time, full sincerity coming out with every word. You stumble back a little, feeling as if his words knocked the wind out of you, but careful not to make any noise, trapping the sob that wanted to escape between your lips.
“If you say so…what time will you be done with your nerd club tonight?”
“Hellfire club, and we should be wrapping up around 9, but maybe I can cut it short for you,” he says. You can almost picture his face as he speaks to her, the sweetness in his voice dripping like honey. Your feet make quick work out of the drama students sanctuary as the bell rings for the last period of the day.
You turn sharply around the corner and walk straight into O’Donnell’s class, placing your paper on the pile and squeeze between two other students in the front row, leaving no room for Eddie to try and distract you or get in your head.
Watching him barrel through the threshold right as the tardy bell rings, he gives Miss O’Donnell a knowing look before sliding the paper on top of the pile and looking out to the rest of the class. His eyebrows furrow when he notices you at the front of the class and not in the back where the two of you would usually goof off together before you would scold him to pay attention. You keep your head down, buried in the assigned reading book to avoid his gaze. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle to intense gaze of his warm chocolate eyes today, not after that.
You’re the first one out of the classroom when the bell rings, your feet carrying you to your locker swiftly and putting in the combination in as fast as your fingers will let you. Shoveling all the books you need for the weekend inside your bag, you toss one strap over your shoulder and close the locker, speeding out the double doors that spill into the parking lot. Wandering out amongst the sea of your peers, you notice a recent graduate pull into the parking lot with his signature Beamer, smiling a little as he stops in front of you and rolls the window down.
“Y/N! How the hell are you?” Steve Harrington exclaims, leaning against the window closest to him and smiling brightly at you.
“I’m doing okay. You know, high school bullshit and all. How about yourself, Harrington? How is post-high school life treating you?” You ask him, crossing your arms a shifting your weight to one hip as you make eye contact with him.
“It's good! Just up to the same old stuff. I'm actually here to pick up Robin for our closing shifts at Family Video,” he tells you, waving to Robin who was walking up behind you. You step aside and greet her, watching as she climbs into the passenger seat next to Steve. He turns to you once again and quirks a brow. “Hey uh, I’m actually having a party tomorrow at mine if you’re interested in coming? I’d love to catch up with you more.”
“Yeah…yeah a party sounds great actually.”
“That’s great! You need a ride home today? We have plenty of time before we need to be there for our shifts,” he offers. You take a second to ponder his proposition, looking around the lot to see your other options. You could try to catch the bus you haven’t ridden in who knows how long, or get some exercise in and walk the 5 miles to your house, which you really didn’t want to do.
You turn your head to the double doored entrance of the school, seeing the familiar long haired metalhead frantically looking around. Part of you hoped it was in search of you, but given the events that took place about an hour ago, that wasn’t very likely.
Opening the door that was closest to you, you climb inside Steve’s Beamer and buckle up, telling him you were ready before he shifts gears and speeds out of the parking lot.
The afternoon faded fast, quietly working on your homework as the hours pass you by, the moonlight peering through your window and mixing with the warmth of your desk lamp and filling your tiny bedroom. Looking over at the clock on your nightstand, you watch the time turn to 10:30 and you let out a sigh. Closing your book and pushing away the worksheet you’d almost finished, you rub your eyes and rise from your desk chair.
You haven’t allowed yourself to spill the feelings you kept bottled inside all day just yet, not having the willpower to let yourself teeter over the edge you’d found yourself balancing on. Instead of going to Hellfire and having physically hear Eddie tell the whole club that he had a date tonight, and have sympathetic looks thrown your way all night as Eddie carried on with the campaign being clueless as ever, you opted to stay home. Saving yourself the pain and secluding yourself in the four walls of your bedroom.
You knew your crush on Eddie wasn’t some big secret to the other boys. Hell, Dustin caught you staring one day and asked you about it before one of the Hellfire meetings. That’s when you knew you weren’t fooling yourself and things had gotten to a point that if others were taking notice, then it was only a matter of time before Eddie himself found out. Now that he’s out there dating, your situation was bound to end and your friendship was likely to get hit in the crossfire.
A persistent tapping sound pulls you out of your thoughts, turning to the window with confusion. You timidly walk over, watching Eddie’s waving figure come into view. Part of you wants to shut your curtains and not speak to him at all, but you’re not spiteful like that. You slowly open the window, letting in the cool autumn breeze that settled within Hawkins not too long ago.
“Hey you,” Eddie greets you. “Where were you tonight? We missed you at Hellfire.”
“Wasn’t feeling good. Decided to skip so I wouldn’t spread anything,” you lie. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt permeating throughout your chest. You hated lying to him, but you knew it would be better than saying exactly why.
“Oh. Are you feeling better now? Was kind of hoping we could, you know…” He drags out, before clicking his tongue with the roof of his mouth. You know what he’s alluding to, and it almost makes you more angry than hurt.
“I guess the date didn’t go well?”
“No, not really. She was using me for a discount-wait, how did you know I had a date?” Eddie questions, eyebrows twisted in confusion.
You felt your chest deflate a little, a sigh leaving your lips as your eyes leave his. Currently, your heart and mind were fighting one another, logic and feelings fighting for dominance as you try to decide how to approach telling him. Do you lay everything out on the table right now and risk a several years of friendship end and come crumbling down? Or do you keep it bottled up and shut him out?
“You of all people should know how fast word travels at school,” you finally say. He nods, readjusting his grip on your window-seal as he continues crouching on the roof.
“So like…can I come in, or?” He asks, looking around inside your room and wiggling his eyebrows.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Eddie.”
His face drops a little, a small pout working its way onto his plump pink lips. You can see the smallest amount of hurt in his eyes under the light of the moon, the classic Eddie twinkle missing as you look at him. It hurt you more than you thought it would, being strong and standing your ground. But you couldn’t subjugate yourself to the pain of holding your feelings back while being close in proximity with him.
“Why? Is it the whole sick thing? Because we’ve literally had the flu together before, so whatever sickness you have, it’s not gonna bother me,” Eddie tells you. You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to calm yourself a bit.
“I just think that maybe…maybe we should stop doing what we’ve been doing recently, okay? You’re out there trying to date now, and we said that if we were looking to be with other people, we should end things,” you explain.
“Yeah but it was just the one date, Y/N. She didn’t even really want to be with me, so I’m not looking to pursue anyone like that anymore. Don’t think I can handle that rejection,” he reasons, trying his best not to move his hands as he spoke. You could tell he was getting worked up, but the words that just left his mouth sent a stabbing pain throughout your chest, your heart dropping to your stomach. If only he knew just what he was really saying to you.
“Still, I think it would be best if we just stopped. Maybe you aren’t the only one who is looking to date.”
“Oh please, you haven’t been interested in anybody since you were a freshman. Where is this even coming from? You got a thing for some guy and didn’t even tell me?” He asks, making you scoff.
“Why do you even care Eddie?” You bite back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m the one who fucks you almost every night? And also, I’m your best fucking friend, so of course I’d be curious!” He replies, his anger seeping out with his words.
You close your eyes, letting out a huff as you continue to fight with your emotions. You feel the burn creeping up to the backs of your eyes, tears wanting to spill over and help you pour your heart out.
“Yeah well…it doesn’t change my decision. We shouldn’t sleep together anymore,” you say, turning the conversation back.
“Look Y/N, can I please come inside so we can properly talk? My knees are killing me and it’s getting pretty cold out here,” he suggests, trying to climb inside once again. You stop him, shaking your head as you bite you lip, feeling it tremble as the emotions begin to overwhelm you.
“Eddie, I’m really not in the mood tonight. I’ll see you around okay?” You rush out, shutting your window and drawing the curtains closed, taking the few steps towards your bed and crashing into the pillows. You grab your comfort stuffed animal, clutching it close to your chest as you begin to weep. You hear a loud yell come from outside your window, before the thudding of Eddie’s Reeboks against your roof, the volume of your sobs increasing once you hear the van start up.
Sleeping with your best friend could get messy, you knew that going into the arrangement. But you always kept hope that at the end of the day, you’d be able to stay strong and keep the relationship alive. The two of you rarely fought, so hearing Eddie get so upset with you truly tore you up inside, wanting nothing more than to run down the stairs and out to him in hopes you could catch him in time, even if a majority of the problem was his doing.
You continue to sob into your pillows, gripping the stuffed animal tightly for some form of comfort. It felt like part of your body had been taken from you, ripping right from you and making it hard to function properly. You knew it was going to be hard moving on with your friendship at this point, curious to see how long it would take for your friendship to get back to how it used to be…if it would even get to the point.
Somehow you stop yourself from crying, not sure how long you had been laying in a puddle of self pity when you sit up. Tossing the stuffed animal aside, you quickly rid yourself of your outfit of the day, looking deeply at the Hellfire shirt that once adorned your body as it stares you in the face. With a sigh, you toss it into the laundry basket before grabbing your pajamas and throwing them on.
Walking into the bathroom, you’re sure to do your complete night routine before hopping back in your bed, wrapping yourself with the covers and letting out a sigh. The picture on the bedside table taunts you, staring at the photo of you and Eddie after winning one of his sadistic campaigns. The look of pure joy on your face mixed with the pride on Eddie’s sends a surge of sadness through you once more, laying the picture flat against the table before turning your body towards the wall. You close your eyes and try your best to let sleep overcome you before you're able to start sobbing into your pillows again.
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Music floods your ears as you cross the threshold of Steve Harrington’s house, already beginning to regret attending. You spent the entire day moping about in your room, your brain working overtime with worry as you thought about your situation with Eddie. It felt weird to not hear from him all day, usually getting a call from him asking if you wanted to sit in on band practice, to which you always said yes. Today though? Radio silence.
Brushing past a few of your classmates, you head to the kitchen and pour yourself a cup full of punch, taking a sip of the red liquid and relishing in the feeling of it traveling down your throat. You fill the cup once again and move about with it, looking around for someone you’re the slightest bit familiar with, like Robin or the host himself, Steve.
“Hey, Y/N!” Steve shouts, clasping a hand on your shoulder and causing you to jump ten feet in the air. You turn to him and clutch your chest with your free hand, breathing heavily as you try to come down from the scare. Steve chuckles to himself as he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s all good Steve,” you chuckle out, taking a swig from your cup. “This party seems really…busy!”
“Yeah, perks of having the parents out of town. I was actually hoping for something a little more chill, and not a full blown rager, but what can you do,” he tells you, smiling as he takes a drink of his own, the glass bottle of beer shinning in the light of his living room. “So what have you been up to today? I assume you were hanging out with Munson before you got here?”
“Uh, no, not today. I was just working on some school stuff and having a chill day, nothing crazy or anything,” you let out, a nervous laugh accompanying your words. You didn’t want to tell Steve about your problems and take him away from the good time he clearly was having. You flash him a smile, taking another sip of the drink. “This punch is really good!”
“Thanks! Don’t drink too much though, it has a lot of alcohol in it. Can’t have you getting sick!” He exclaims, reaching around and pulling you into his chest as he laughs.
You laugh along with him, catching a waft of his breath as it fans over your face, clearly already a few drinks in. You look around the room, seeing the many faces of your classmates you pass by on a daily basis, but never having spoken with a majority of them. In just a few months, you’d be done with all the drama of high school and not have to worry about a majority of the people in this room ever again, so the lack of socialization between you and them wasn’t hurting you at all.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you spot the mop of brown curls you’ve grown up with, hands beginning to sweat as he turns and makes eye contact with you. You watch him visibly scoff, taking in your position with Steve, who still has an arm around you as he mingles with people passing by. Eddie’s eyes turn away from you, focusing his attention back on the girl that stands in front of him, Heather McMadden.
His small dimples slowly make their way onto his face, his luscious pink lips twisting into a smile as he laughs at whatever shit Heather was spouting at him. The menacing side of your brain was curious if this girl was also only talking with him for a discount on weed, knowing that half the people in this room wouldn’t be bothered to talk with him if they weren’t already a few drinks in. You turn to Steve for a moment, taking his hand off of you and leading him a bit further into the living room, shaking your body as you begin to dance along to the upbeat pop song that was currently playing. It’s been so long since you’ve heard a pop song, always letting Eddie control the music whenever the two of you would hang out with one another. It was actually a nice change of pace.
You sway your hips from side to side, Steve’s hands coming to rest on either side as he matches your rhythm. You laugh with him, letting the alcohol flow throughout your body and the buzz settle into your brain. Even with Eddie just a few feet away, you could feel the tightness that had been in your chest since the night before soften a bit, allowing yourself to be in the moment instead of the one you’ve been trapped in for nearly 24 hours.
You throw you head back as you get a bit closer to Steve, a small gap between the two of you as you continue to dance to the song. Turning around, you press your back against him as you continue to move your body to the beat, giggles tumbling out of your mouth as he encourages your dance moves.
Looking up, you try to get Eddie’s attention as your ass presses against Steve, only to see that Eddie hadn’t been paying attention to your actions at all. His mouth was latched to Heather’s, tongue down her throat as her hands grip at the lapels of his denim vest. You feel your heart sink yet again, the high you were on coming down in a harsh crash. Your body goes limp, halting your dance moves as you stand in the middle of the room, watching the guy you love kiss someone else and breaking your heart all over again.
“‘Cuse me,” you mutter to Steve quickly as you brush past him. You can hear him calling after you as you run out of the room, walking down the front hallway and out of the door. That familiar burn behind your eyes starts up again, water brimming in your lash line as you make quick steps away from the house.
You were thankful that you didn’t live too far from Steve and opted to walk to the party instead of driving. You hug your arms as you exit his driveway, turning towards the direction of your house as you begin to silently sob to yourself. Embarrassment fills you to the brim, the naive part of you hoping he wasn’t even going to be at the party, even though you knew that was prime time for him to make deals. He’d talked you into attending a few parties for moral support in the past, dragging you along with him as he made transactions while you got to score some free booze.
Balling the ends of your long sleeve shirt into your fists, you rub away at the quickly falling tears, ugly sobs leaving your mouth as you venture home. You can still hear the party going even from a good bit away, happy that your little moment wasn’t going to ruin Steve’s night…not that you even really thought it would. Sure, you and Steve are pretty much neighbors, but you don’t expect him to be sad about your absence since it hasn't really bothered him before.
“Y/N wait up!” You hear someone calling after to, turning to see a shadowy figure standing near the end of Steve’s driveway. You squint your eyes a little to see if you can make out the silhouette, watching the figure grow larger and larger until you hear the clanking of a chain the closer they got to you. Eddie’s face finally makes itself visible in the moonlight, leaving you to groan at his appearance and turn on your heel and continue walking home. He manages to fully catch up to you, grasping your arm to stop you from getting any further away from him.
“Eddie, just go back to your date or whatever the fuck she is to you. Let me go home,” you plead, the desperation in your voice slowly breaking Eddie’s heart.
“No, I’m not going to leave you when you’re clearly upset. I gave you some time last night but we need to talk about what happened,” he says, hopping in front of you to make eye contact. You scoff at him.
“There’s nothing to talk about though! I told you we needed to stop sleeping together and that’s what is happening, okay?!”
“Why, so you can go and fuck Steve ’The Hair’ Harrington, instead? Is he the guy you’ve been interested in and didn’t tell me about?” He questions, raising his own voice as well.
“What? No, I’m not interested in Steve, okay! Just please fucking drop it, Eddie,” you whine, your voice teetering a bit as you speak.
Eddie watches in hesitation as you resume your steps towards your journey home, but ultimately stops you in your place. You let out a sad sigh, closing your eyes as you feel overwhelmed with emotion yet again, transporting to the night before and letting all those feelings to the surface again. Eddie’s hand reaches out to hold your arm, lighting wrapping his digits around the covered limb as he tries to look at you.
“Please talk to me, Y/N. We don’t keep shit from one another.”
“Why does it bother you so much Eddie? You’ve got other options out there, so why are you so upset by me wanting to pump the breaks on this friends-with-benefits situation?” You ask, leveling out your voice.
“Because I care about you, Y/N. Something is obviously bothering you, and I want us to talk about it instead of you bottling it up inside,” he answers.
“Yeah, well…you don’t care about me the way I wish you would,” you let out. Eddie’s brows twist in confusion, taking a step back as the rest of his face contorts.
“Wait, what?”
Letting out a sigh, you will yourself to look in his eyes. His face has softened, no longer twisted in confusion. His beautiful brown eyes look at your curiously, waiting for you to speak as you just stare at him for a moment. This was it. You’re about to ruin your friendship with your best friend for good.
“Eddie…I lied about why I wanted to stop sleeping with you. I feel bad for it, but…I physically cannot do it anymore. I’ve exhausted myself with trying to hide myself from you and pretending that the way things were going was fine with me, but they weren’t. I like you Eds, in a way that I probably shouldn’t because I know you don’t see me that way, because I overheard you talking with Megan about how I’m just your best friend. So I decided to call it, to save myself some heartbreak and so things wouldn’t be awkward if you found out, but now you are finding out, so I guess this just means I’ll no longer have you around,” you ramble.
Eddie’s eyes widen as you speak, slowly blinking as you stand there in an awkward silence. He wasn’t sure why it was so hard for him to process that you, his best friend since middle school, had a crush on him. It shouldn’t be as unbelievable as it is, but Eddie can’t help it. No one has ever seen him in the light before. Meaningless hookups were all he’s ever known. That, plus a less-than ideal childhood, he was sure he’d never get to experience what being loved by somebody would feel like, ever.
Moments pass and Eddie still hasn’t said a word, giving you the answer you’d be trying so hard to avoid, and he didn’t even have to open his mouth to confirm the worries. With a heavy heart, you brush past him and continue your journey home, head hanging low as you let the tears flow once more, keeping the sobs at bay so you don’t embarrass yourself further. You felt foolish, thinking actually saying the words to him would change things, but now you’re left walking the street at night with a broken heart.
You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you backwards as you spin on your heel and try to maintain your balance. You see Eddie staring at you, only his eyes are softer and filled with admiration, making you confused more than ever.
“Sorry I took so long to say something. I just…I never thought that you’d like me back.”
What? He liked you? He really, really liked you?
“Eddie, what are you talking about,” you question.
“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for years. When we started this whole arrangement, it took so much of my willpower to not scream that I loved you while I pounded you into the mattress, or stay back and hold you close as I whispered it in your ear. I was the one who was afraid of screwing things up because I didn’t think you could ever see me like that, so…I tried to move on from you,” he explains to you.
He...loves you?
“That isn’t what you told Megan at school yesterday. And doesn't really explain why you shoved your tongue down Heather's throat just now,” you mutter out, wiping your nose with your sleeve as you sniffle. He frowns, the realization that you heard him yesterday filling him with guilt.
“Yeah, I really shouldn't have kissed Heather, I'm sorry you saw that sweetheart. And I'm sorry about what you overheard between Megan and me, I had no idea you were near the drama room when I said that. If I’m being honest, I was saying that to help convince myself that I didn’t have feelings for you, but of course I was just lying to myself.”
A pregnant pause falls between the two of you, looking at each other awkwardly for a moment as you think about the weight of his words. After months of burying your feelings for the man standing in front of you, you’ve confessed to him. You laid your heart out in the open for him and he takes it, sending the same energy back out to you. It felt strange because you’re supposed to be over the moon right now, celebrating and holding him close to you. But now that everything is out on the table, the thought kind of terrifies you.
“You really like me?” You ask, looking at him through your wet lashes. Eddie smiles, taking a step closer towards you and rests his cold hand on your cheek.
“I like you so fucking much it’s embarrassing,” he tells you, chuckling nervously as he moves his head closer to yours. You close your eyes, meeting him halfway before your lips make contact with his. Your lips move together with him, his other hand coming up to rest on your other cheek while yours rest of his torso. The heat radiating from his mouth warmed you, soothing your body as you melted into his touch.
Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from him, biting your lip to try and hide the big grin making its way onto your face. He notices, the devilish smirk you love so much creeping onto his on features, the small dimples you love so much poking into his cheeks. You reach down and take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his before looking up at his chocolate button eyes again.
“Is it bad to say I’m kind of terrified about this?” You question, using your free hand to gesture between the two of you. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“No, not at all. I’m scared too, like was on the verge of shitting myself just now. But that just means we can be scared together, and figure it out as we go along,” he reassures you, reaching towards your cheek once more and rubbing it gently with the pad of his thumb. You smile, turning on your heel as you tug him along with you as you resume the journey back to your house. Resting your head on his shoulder, the two of your walk in sync with each other, hands still laced together and swinging slightly.
“Does this mean you’ll start cuddling with me after we bone?” You ponder, earning a hearty laugh from Eddie. He twists his head to give you kiss on your forehead before nodding.
“Yeah sweetheart. I’m never leaving your side ever again.”
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My Girl (Fatgum x Fem! Reader) SMUT
This fic was purely self indulgent because I've been going through a lot recently and Fatgum's one of my comfort characters, so, be nice, please.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, SMUT, AFAB reader, Fem! Reader, use of she/her pronouns, mentions of body dysmorphia and lack of self esteem, mentions of weight, p in v sex, pussy eating, Dom! Taishiro, being restrained by partner, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, other than that just pure fluff (lmk if I missed anything.) Enjoy!
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You paused the work you were doing on your laptop when your phone began buzzing on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID curiously, it was your boss. He never called you on your day off. You answered the call in a panic, surely something had to be wrong. Fatgum was always trying to ensure you were resting properly. 'You work too hard as it is, sweets. I don't want you to worry about work at home too.' "Hey! You busy today?" Your body instantly relaxed at the sound of his usual jovial tone on the other end of the line.
"Not in the slightest." You set your laptop on your bed next to you, wanting to give him your undivided attention. "Do you need me to come in today?"
"Do you really think I'd ask you to come in on your day off?" You stifled a giggle at his mockingly offended tone. "I was going to do some shopping and stuff around the city today… I would like you to come with me if you can. Maybe I could take you out to dinner while we're out?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" You could hear his nervous stuttering on the other end of the line.
"I… Um, yeah, I guess I am." He chuckles. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" The words came out slowly, the briefest of pauses between each one as if he was carefully thinking about every syllable that left his lips
"I would love to, Tai." You couldn't keep the beaming smile off your face.
"Great!" His voice flooded with relief. "I'll pick you up in an hour." The two of you exchanged your goodbye's before you hung up to get ready. You had been working with Tai for years now, he was someone you very quickly learned to call a friend. However, throughout your years of working in such close proximity with him you had developed a little crush on the BMI hero. It was nice to see that your feelings weren't one sided, but, you would be lying if you said you weren't still a little nervous. You must have tried on everything in your wardrobe before deciding on an outfit, groaning as nothing fit you exactly how you wanted it to. You knew you shouldn't be putting so much thought into this. You had come such a long way with Taishiro's help, but as you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but have doubts. Part of the reason you wanted to work under Taishiro in the first place was because of what he stood for. Fatgum made being big something to be proud of. Your squishy tummy and muscular thighs were something to be celebrated, not ridiculed. You put on an outfit you felt confident in, and it helped you feel a bit better. It was funny really, whenever you started to feel negatively about how you looked you would always think back to Tai. Numerous press events, formal dinners, company trips, he was there to build you up whenever your confidence wavered. Now should be no different. Before you realized it an hour had passed, you perked up at the sound of someone gently knocking at your door. There in front of you stood Taishiro in his civilian form, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You were a bit shocked when you saw him, you were so used to Fatgum that you had forgotten what he looked like in his civilian form. Loose white Tshirt hanging off his frame, messy blond hair falling perfectly against his forehead, the only thing resembling the hero you knew so well was his unmistakable smile.
"You brought me flowers?" You were in awe that he remembered what your favorites were, something you had only told him once in passing a while ago.
"Pretty flowers for the prettiest girl I know." You inhaled their sweet aroma as you took the bouquet from him, inviting him inside while you looked for a vase to put it in. "Thank you for letting me take you on a date." You gently grabbed his arm, squeezing his bicep with a small smile.
"There isn't anyone I'd rather go on a date with." You notice him blush slightly at your compliment. "I almost didn't recognize you when I opened the door, it's been a long time since I've seen you in civilian form." He looks down at the floor, kicking his toe against the hardwood.
"I figured you'd rather go on a date with Taishiro… not Fatgum." You couldn't help but notice his dejected tone. You take a step closer to him, reaching out and taking his hand in yours.
"Tai, I like you for you, not how fat of skinny you are." Golden eyes finally find yours, smile already returning to his lips. "You make me laugh, you and I could talk about anything for hours and I would never get bored, you give amazing hugs." You giggle and he laughs, thumb languidly running over your knuckles. "Those are the things that made me fall for you, not some silly number. Besides, fat form or not, I think you're incredibly handsome." You let out a flustered giggle at such a direct complement. He pulled you to him, arms wrapping tightly around you as his chin rested in the top of your head.
"Have I ever told you how amazing you are." He squeezes you, earning yet another laugh from your much smaller form. "Let's go have some fun, yeah?" You nod, fingers lacing with his as you leave your apartment building. The two of you made your way to what many considered the shopping district of the city, your eyes wide as you peruzed the window displays of each store. You paused in front of one shop in particular, a sexy little cocktail dress catching your attention. "You'd look great in that darlin'." You jumped slightly at Taishiro's voice right next to your ear. He saw the hesitance in your expression, knowing exactly the thought process you were going through. His hands fell on your waist, a blush immediately erupting on your cheeks. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he remained just far enough away so as to not have his whole torso pressed against your back. "Why don't you go try it on? I'd like to see it on you." You swallowed thickly, nodding and placing your hands on top of his. He kept an arm securely around you as you headed into the store, Taishiro doing all of the talking so you wouldn't feel pressured. The sales associate inside was more than happy to help. She walked with you to the dressing rooms in the back, Taishiro making himself comfortable on one of the chairs just outside with an excited smile on his face.
"You and your boyfriend are absolutely adorable." She squeals quietly. You thanked her, the self doubt that was still flooding your mind making it hard to focus. She brought you the dress you had your eye on, helping you get zipped up before you returned to the main floor. At the first sight of you Taishiro's jaw dropped. He fumbled with his wallet, pulling out his credit card and passing it off to the sales associate.
"Tai, you really don't have to do that," you hurried over to him. "I'm not even sure if I like it." He stood, taking your hand and bringing you over to the full length mirror by the dressing rooms. He turned you so you could look at yourself, your arms immediately coming up to cross over your torso. You felt so exposed. He ran his hands up and down your sides, over every curve you felt insecure about.
"You look beautiful, sweets." He stooped down to rest his chin on your shoulder. "Is there anything I can do? I want my girl to feel as pretty as I think she looks."
"Your girl, huh?" You saw Taishiro's face flush in the reflection. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, letting your arms fall to the side. Tai's compliment didn't take away your insecurity but it definitely helped dull the sting it left in your chest. "You promise I look okay?"
"You look more than okay darlin'." He hugs you from behind. "You look perfect." The sales associate returns with a bag for your clothes that still remained in the dressing room, Taishiro convincing you to wear the dress out of the store. You tried to argue that it wouldn't go with your sneakers, but he couldn't be swayed. As you walked you reached out for his hand once more, he laced his fingers with yours eagerly. You couldn't remember the last time you had this much fun. The two of you made your way from shop to shop, giddy and laughing the entire way. Taishiro never left your side; whether the two of you were holding hands, he had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, or he was pulling you into a hug, your thoughts didn't have a chance to deviate away from the butterflies he gave you. You sat across from him at a small table in an outdoor noodle shop you had stumbled across as your day wound down. Chin resting in your hands as you watched him carry on a jovial conversation with the shop owner. You had already known, but today really cemented things for you. You were in love with him. "And she'll have the same." He turns to look at you once more with that breathtaking smile. "I hope you don't mind that I ordered for you."
"I trust your judgment on the food here." You giggle. He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
"I really wish today didn't have to end, I've had a really good time with you." His gaze lingered on your lips for just a moment, but it was enough to get you flustered. You thought about kissing this man more often than you would like to admit. Now, with him sitting here in the soft orange lantern light, the warmth of his hand mingling with your own, the thought was beginning to creep its way to the front of your mind yet again. The two of you gradually began to lean closer to each other over the table as you quietly conversed, the background buzz of the other patrons lost to you. You were startled apart by your food arriving at the table. After a delicious meal and fantastic company Taishiro walked you home, cutting through the park to spend just a little more time with him. Your intertwined hands swung between you as your conversation carried on. You both fell silent as you came across a street performer who was playing a soft melody on his guitar. Taishiro paused and looked down at you. "Would you like to dance, darlin'?"
"I would love to." You say quietly. Taishiro wraps an arm around your waist, gazing longingly into your eyes as you swayed with him in the warm night air. Crickets and frogs accompanying the instrumentals as your heart pounded in your chest. "I… really like you Tai." He smiles softly down at you, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze.
"I really like you too." His voice barely above a whisper as golden eyes remained locked with yours. You noticed him swallow thickly, tongue peeking out to wet his lips before he slowly began to inch his face closer to yours. Your eyes slid shut as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. It was perfect, he was perfect, his lips were hovering over yours when suddenly you were interrupted.
"Hey is that Fatgum?" You both sighed, opening your eyes you were met with the sight of an apologetic smile on his lips as his fans rushed over to him. Being a well known hero like him had its drawbacks sometimes, you had been working with him long enough that privacy could be a luxury. After some casual conversation and photos were taken the two of you continued on your way, eventually arriving at your apartment.
"Sorry bout that." He chuckles bashfully.
"It's really okay, I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your reputation with your fans just for me." You step closer to him, resting your hands on his chest. "Besides… I'm really hoping this isn't the only date we get to go on."
"Oh, don't you worry, sweets, I plan on spoiling my girl every chance I get." Your heart fluttered at him calling you his girl. He pulls you into a tight hug, neither one of you wanting to let go. As you pulled back you placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight." He stood in front of you with a bashful expression, rocking slightly on his heels.
"Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." You both wave as you close your door. You let out a sigh as you kicked off your shoes, about to head out of your entry way when there was a knock at your door. You opened it to see Taishiro still standing there.
"I'm sorry… I just-" He lets out a frustrated groan as he stutters before pulling you to him. His lips crashed against yours with such passionate ferocity or caused you to stumble back, one of his arms circling around your waist, the other gripping firmly onto the doorframe to keep you both upright. Kissing Taishiro made you feel like you were floating. His lips soft and warm against yours as the entirety of him flooded your senses. The sweet, musky scent of his cologne. His hand gripping your waist as he held you as close to him as he could. His hair soft against your fingers as they tangled into it. It was probably the best kiss you had ever experienced. Your lips trailed after his as he reluctantly pulled back. A warm hand found its way to your face from the doorframe, your head still spinning from the kiss.
You stood there, wide eyed and breathless as you gazed up at him, your body hot with want. "Tai, would you like to come inside?" He responded simply by scooping you up in strong arms, pushing through the half open door and ducking his head under the doorframe as he entered your apartment. The door was closed and your back was pressed against it, Taishiro's size and strength allowing him to move your body around with ease. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he settled himself between your thighs, lips finding yours again with ease as he hungrily captured your lips with his own. A massive hand cups your jaw with an almost shocking delicacy, Taishiro's presence already beginning to overwhelm you in such a short amount of time. His thumb swipes over your cheek as he gazes down at you, his expression a mixture of lust and nerves.
"Are you sure this is okay, sweetheart?" You felt your chest swell at the care he was putting into making sure you were comfortable. You pushed your fingers through his messy blond hair.
"I'm sure." Your voice soft and small as it left you. Despite the fact that Taishiro wanted you more than anything else in the world at the moment, yet still held you so delicately, allowed you to feel safe. You knew the man before you better than anyone, and you were eager to see what kind of mind numbing pleasure he would help you experience. Your hands rest on his chest, he still scanned your features for any sign of apprehension. "I want to experience all of you Taishiro." That was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he attacked your neck, lips leaving a trail of fire across your skin. You couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers sliding underneath the hem of your dress, successfully hiking the fabric up to your waist with ease.
"Such a pretty little thing you are darlin'." He massaged your thighs, the room filled with the chorus of small gasps and moans that fell effortlessly from your lips as he nipped and sucked dark marks onto your cleavage. "I want everyone to know you're mine after tonight sweets." You let out a surprised yelp as Taishiro dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and bringing him face to face with your already soaked cunt. "You like to be tossed around a little. Don't you, princess?" You bit your lip, your head connecting with the wood behind you with a full thud. Your cheeks burned, embarrassed that he managed to get you turned on so easily. Taishiro chuckles at your expression before placing soft kisses along your thigh. You squirmed in his grasp, his hot breath fanning over your exposed skin. "Be a good girl and sit still for me darlin'." You would have laughed if you weren't in such an exposing predicament. It's not like you had a choice whether or not you would sit still, Tai had his arms snaked around your thighs in a vice grip, you couldn't have escaped even if you wanted to. You whined, fingers tangling in his hair, the pet name turning you on even more. You wanted to be good for him, to have him push you over the edge of your climax over and over again until you went limp. But, even in just your day to day life, Taishiro was a tease; Rolling up his sleeves to show up his muscular forearms and hands as he perched himself just a little too close to you at your desk to read something, he was very good at getting you flustered with the simplest actions. Now was no different. Panties ripped from your body and discarded as he kissed the lower half of your body everywhere besides where you needed him to most.
"Tai," you whine his name, giving his hair a gentle tug, "please." He rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you with a smirk as he noticed just how needy you were for him. He hadn't even touched you yet and you were already coming undone before his eyes. His eyes kept you locked in place, keeping eye contact with you as he finally gave you some relief. You cried out for him, giving his hair another firm tug. You felt him smirk against you at your outburst, satisfied with your reaction. He ate you out like you were his last meal, every movement from his skilled tongue threatening to send your climax crashing over you. Your body moved on its own as you ground your soaked pussy against his face. He hums against you, glad to see you enjoying yourself. You gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting to get you as prepared as possible for later. "Fuck, you're so good at this." You couldn't help but giggle, your head swimming in pure pleasure.
His thumb replaced his tongue against your clit, rubbing circles at a firm, even pace over the already sensitive nub. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He chuckles. "Think you can keep up? You're already looking pretty fucked out sweets." You could hear the shit eating grin in his voice, your response cut off with a moan as he slipped another finger inside of you. Your cunt was already stretched around his fingers alone, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. You pushed down on his fingers, strangled gasps and moans leaving your shaking frame as he inched you closer to your orgasm. "Are you going to finish for me darlin'?" You nod, biting down on your lip to try and quiet your sounds. "Eyes on me sweets, I want you to look at me while you cum." Your face burned as you locked eyes with him, your head empty aside from any command he gave you. His mouth returns to your sex, assaulting your clit with his tongue before sucking it roughly into his mouth. You screamed his name as you climaxed, your legs shaking, crushing Taishiro's head between them in the process. He places one last kiss on your clit once he finishes with you, causing you to jolt. He helps you down off of his shoulders, arms never ceasing to support you as your feet hit the cold wooden floor. "Where's the bedroom?" You attempted to start walking in its direction, your legs felt like jelly as they struggled to keep you upright. You giggled as he scooped you up in his arms again.
"It's the last door on the left." He carries you through the door, setting you gently on the bed before leaning down to kiss you, the taste of you still on his lips. He tugged at the bottom of your dress, asking your permission to fully remove it. You gave him a nervous nod in response, allowing him to peel the fabric off your body. He took in the full sight of you with a smile, you couldn't help but notice the massive bulge in his pants as he stood in front of you.
"You are so beautiful sweets." He pulled his shirt over his head. Even in his civilian form he still had the soft tummy you loved so much, the softly defined muscles of his arms and chest, he really was flawless. As he stepped out of his pants you realized you were in trouble. Taishiro's impressive length looked like it was enough to rip your small frame in two. He chuckles at the slight fear he saw in your eyes. "Don't worry darlin', I'm gonna take my time getting you ready." He was back on you in an instant, lips finding yours with ease as he carefully laid you back. His massive paw cupped your sex, slowly palming you to help you relax. You whimpered softly, grinding against him to try and get more friction. He chuckles, "not enough sweetheart?" His thumb runs languid circles against the bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your last climax you moan softly into the crook of his neck. Two fingers teased at your entrance before they pushed inside you. The intensity of being so suddenly stretched open caused you to tense, Taishiro stopped the instant he felt it. Soft kisses were placed along your neck and shoulder, "just relax princess, I got you. You doin' alright?" You nod against him, arms holding onto him as tightly as you could manage. Your muscles loosened, allowing him to fully slide his fingers inside you. You feel him start to move slowly inside of you, fingers rapidly being able to slip in and out of you with ease as they become slick with your juices. Your feverish panting and Taishiro's gentle praise broke up the silence. "Such a good girl, you take my fingers so well, sweets, you're doing such a good job." A veil of sweat now covered your skin, every small touch sent a jolt of electricity across your exposed body. Your nails dug into his back as Taishiro added a third finger. You hissed at the slight sting but urged him to keep going, it felt incredible and you didn't want him to stop. The slow thrusting of his fingers began to pick up again, everytime brushing a certain spot inside of you that numbed your mind completely. Your vision went white as your second orgasm hit you, this one even more intense than the first one. You whimpered and squirmed in his grasp. Taishiro looked down at your quivering form with bright eyes as his thumb picked up its pace on your clit.
"Taishiro, fuck!" Your fingers raked down his back, you were sure you had left marks behind but he didn't seem phased in the slightest. A second orgasm crashed into you right after the other one. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream that ripped through you. He gradually slowed his pace, allowing you to come down from your high. You looked down to see his free hand pumping his massive erection. You placed a hand on his chest, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you tried to regain control of your breathing. "Lube… bottom drawer… just give me a second." You giggled through your panting. Taishiro retrieved the bottle, before he had the chance to prepare himself, you decided to help him. You placed a hand on his waist, nudging him in the direction of the bed. He says down without complaint, smirking as he watches you squirt copious amounts of lube into your palm. You gently pushed the head of his cock against your hand, he let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as he kept himself propped up on his elbows to watch you.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Your hands feel really good." He smiles, his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils leaving nothing to the imagination about how good you were making him feel. You pumped him slowly, a soft moan escaping his lips whenever your palm dragged over his tip. Now sufficiently lubed up, Taishiro grabbed you by your waist and tossed you onto the mattress, eliciting an excited squeal from you. "You ready darlin'?" You nodded, attempting to let your body relax as much as possible. He ran the tip of his cock along your entrance, the lube making you even more wet than you already were. He slowly eased into you, stopping at any sign of discomfort and allowing you to adjust. You leaned into his touch as he rested a hand on your cheek, groaning as he got as deep inside of you as he possibly could. You whimpered as your walls stretched around his thick length, hiding your face against him as he sat there motionless, allowing you to adjust. "I'm gonna try and move princess, stop me if it's too much." He eases himself out of you and carefully pushes back in. Placing gentle kisses against the side of your face, telling you repeatedly how good you're doing, how incredible you felt around him. Slowly the discomfort dissipated and you were filled with nothing but pure pleasure.
"Faster." You stammer out. Taishiro wasted no time on your request, gradually picking up speed until your screams of pleasure were the only sound that filled the room. He kissed you hard, the ruthless thrusting paired with his lips on yours taking your breath away. You tugged him back by his hair slightly, "I'm gunna-fuck." The words you were trying to get out were cut off by your high pitched whine, your toes curling and head spinning from how good he was making you feel.
"Me too sweetheart." His thrusts were starting to get sloppy, his intensity dropping as he neared his own climax. He quickly pulled out of you, pumping his cock as hot ropes of cum shot all over your stomach and chest. He gave you one more soft kiss l, looking lovingly into your eyes as he gently cupped your face. "How are you feeling, princess?"
You nodded, voice coming out in a horse croak as you spoke, "wonderful." Taishiro chuckles, giving you a quick peck before he stood up.
"I'll be right back, I think I saw your bathroom across the hall right?" You nodded, watching him as he disappeared only to come back a few moments later with a cloth to clean you up with. "Alright sweets, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He carefully ran the warm washcloth over your body, being as gentle as he possibly could as he cleaned you up. You hissed as he ran the cloth over your sex, knowing you would be incredibly sore come morning. "Sorry 'bout that sweetheart."
"It's okay, I didn't expect to walk away unscathed." The two of you shared a laugh as he discarded the cloth and crawled into bed next to you, helping you under the covers. He pulled you into his arms, you nuzzled against his chest.
"Do you, um… do you want to make things official?" He asked you nervously. You rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him with an expression nothing short of pure adoration.
"Tai," he turned his gaze down to look at you as you said his name. "I've had feelings for you for a long time. Today was… perfect. I would go up to the roof and scream that you're my boyfriend right now if my legs would carry me there." He chuckles, running his fingers through your hair.
"Your boyfriend, huh? And you're my girlfriend." He beams down at you, you nod with a giggle. "I'd really like that." You push yourself upwards to kiss him before snuggling into his side. You drifted off in his arms that night, completely content now that he was at your side. You woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. You got yourself dressed, stretching as you wandered your way into the kitchen. Taishiro stood there in nothing but his boxers, the sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face. You hugged him from behind, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades before laying your head against his back. "Mornin' darlin'."
"Morning." You sigh sleepily. You were about to ask him how long he'd been up when there was a frantic knock at the door. Peering out into the hallway you saw Taishiro's two sidekicks standing there with a nervous expression. "Kirishima, Amajiki, what are you two doing here?"
"Fatgum's missing, we've been trying to call him all morning, he never made it to the office-" Kirishima was cut off by their mentor appearing behind you in the doorway. "Oh-"
"I forgot to charge my phone. Smart plan coming to (Y/N)'s though, good job boys." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, the two of them absolutely dumbfounded by what they were seeing. "Come on in, I'm making breakfast."
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I hope you get out of your writer's block. It's a shit thing to get stuck in a pit of but I've recently gotten out of mine 😁
Sleepy Wilbur
That's it
That's the request
Thanks for the request @ax-y10! Yeah I’m trying my best to get out of this little pit of mine but i just cant seem to claw my way out. Lol XD
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Sleepy Wilbur
Who: Wilbur x reader
Warnings: None just fluff!
Pronouns: None mentioned!
Requests: @ax-y10
Anything else: Oh god I think I can ramble about Sleepy Wilbur for hours and hours!But instead, here are three different situations of you with sleepy wilbur!
This story is not proofread
Listen to this while you read!
Wilbur is absolutely exhausted after a long day. He left home around 7 am and came back around 1 am . He quickly takes off his winter coat and hangs it up. He takes off his shoes and slides them under a small bench where you two keep both of your shoes. His eyes are slowly closing on their own as he walks though your guy’s apartment. He walks towards the small kitchen and fills a glass of water before chugging it all down. He then slowly walks towards your guy’s shared room. He was fully expecting you to be fast asleep but instead he see’s you reading a book. Half of your body is covered by the blanket and your head is stuffed in the book. He smiles at this and he walks into the room. Your head shoots up and your cheerfully greet him. “You’re back!” You say with a small gasp. You quickly close the book and put it on the side table. You open your arms our to give him a hug, still lying on the bed. Wilbur blinks his eyes at you for a moment before completely falling on top of you. Half his body is lying on you and he lets out a soft, relaxed, sigh. You smile and pet his head, playing with his hair. After just a few minutes you hear the soft snoring of wilbur. “My poor baby…” you whispered before kissing the top of his head. You then turn your body and turn off the lamp on your night stand. You relax and lean over to kiss wilbur once last time before falling asleep with him.
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Wilbur is with you on the airplane after a long day of singing an playing at one of his shows. You had the window seat while he had the middle (Mark had the end). Mark had offered to switch with wilbur so that he could have leg room but he refused, saying how you and him needed to figure out the next song. You were the backup vocalist along with Joe in your guy’s band, Lovejoy. You helped make most of the lyrics to the songs with wilbur and he always used that as an excuse to be with you. When wilbur refused the seat, Mark gave him a small smirk before making himself comfortable in his seat. You and wilbur talked about another song for about 20 minutes before wilbur started to blink his eyes open and closed. You asked him if he was tired but he instantly said no. You see, today had been a crazy day. You guys had a concert only and hour before this and your were all exhausted. Not to mention that it was already 12 am were you guys were at. You gave Wilbur a soft smile before taking out your earbuds. You gave him your other earbud and you two started to listen to the playlist you made just for him. Soon, a few minutes passed and you were staring out of the window, completely lost in thought, when you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder. You turned to look and wilbur was fast asleep on your arm. You sighed and let him as you blushed a little. Soon, you fell asleep as well. The rest of the band members took photos of this and teased wilbur the day after, knowing about his little crush. Wilbur hated how much he wanted to ask the band members for those photos.
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Darling…” wilbur grumbled as you tried to move out of the bed. It was time for you to go to work and you were already late. He grabbed you by the wrist and spoke softly. “Don’t go…” he said as he slowly blinked his eyes open. “Wilbur I’m going to be late.” You said tiredly. He huffed and tightened his grip on your wrist. He pulled you back roughly into the bed so that you had you back towards him. You gasped, “Wilbur!” You giggled. He grabbed you by the waist and put his nose in the crook of your neck. He put his leg around you so that you were trapped and you could feel his cheeky smile against your skin. “Call the day off?” he said tiredly, his hot morning breath hitting your neck. “Okay.. maybe I can call the day off.” You said with a smile and a small laugh, finally giving up. He hummed, obviously happy that his tactics worked, “Good…” he said as he kissed your neck quickly before slowly falling back asleep.
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do you have any domestic moreid headcanons?
Pre-Relationship
They become fast friends, they hang out a lot, they call each other at odd hours.
Reid gets Morgan into Star Trek by making him watch Deep Space Nine. Morgan would fight god for Captain Sisko.
They fall into bed sometime in season 1, and keep doing so on and off for years while their feelings brew.
Reid wakes up alive after the events of Amplification with Morgan by his bedside, and they have a conversation full off feelings. They become "official" here.
Newly Established
They can both cook; Reid looked after his mother and went to college young, Morgan's dad cooked, and Morgan followed his example.
Nobody proposes moving in together officially, Reid just spends less and less time at his apartment until the lease runs out. He mentions it to Morgan quite matter of factly, and Morgan shrugs, smiles, pulls his pretty boy in for a kiss. "Most of your books are here already."
A morning where they don't have to work goes like this: Morgan gets up early to go for a run with Clooney. By the time he's back, Reid is making is making them breakfast. They eat, and then shower together.
Morgan has a decent vinyl collection and likes to listen to them on chill evenings. Reid is a musical sponge, and if he gets a chance when they're on cases, will seek out record shops for something interesting or rare.
Their favourite takeout is Thai. Reid is one of those "white guy with spice tolerance" outliers.
Well Established
It takes some time for them to switch to using first names in private, Morgan takes significantly longer. It's not a problem, they've known and loved each other a long time with these names. Neither of them shorten each other's names.
Clooney is a K9 dropout, and highly trainable, and Reid teaches him a lot of silly tricks. He likes to show Clooney magic tricks.
One of the properties Morgan buys has a decrepid grand piano in it. He gets it restored for Reid, who's dabble with learning on and off. He plays the piano every day.
Morgan thinks Reid doesn't really believe in marriage as an institution, and is okay with that, they don't have to get married, even if they could. Reid proposes to Morgan one morning in shower.
Reid never gets an official autism dignosis, wanting the plausible deniability while working for the goverment. They talk about it. Morgan starts packing a weighted blanket in his go-bag for him (people often ask why his go back is so heavy).
The Future
They get married once it's legal, a simple ceremony but all their important people are there.
When they leave the BAU it's a joint decision. They're both ready for a new adventure, with less actual threat of bodily harm.
Morgan goes into property full time, flipping houses and rent-to-buying them to local people/families, instead of selling them to landlord who will end up pushing locals out of the area.
Reid goes into research/lecturing.
They move to Chicago to be closer to family. They move Diana to be close them them too.
As Reid gets older, he has to use a cane more. His migranes are mostly under control, but eventually he experiences migralepsy (migraine seizures). The dog they get after Clooney passes becomes Reid's service dog.
The Future (with kid)
Reid carries (he's trans). It's an unplanned pregnancy, but they go for it. Reid is terrible at being pregnant.
They have a daughter they name Sam after Morgan's dad (bc I chose this fanon name years before CM bothered to give Morgan's dad a canon name and I am sticking with it out of spite).
Morgan's sisters teach Reid to do Sam's hair.
Morgan is very involved when sam becomes a Girl Scout, and coaches her softball team.
Reid teaches her piano. They read together every day.
They struggle not to intefer when she's a teen and it becomes apparent the girl she keeps bringing home is her first crush.
They both try so hard to be present, devoted dads that they can can fall into helicopter parent tendencies.
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❛ crush!heeseung asking you out.
▸ ִֶָ tags [ crush ] heeseung x reader, fluff + mentions of kissing + nervous cuties + happy cuties + dates. warnings! && none ✿ 0.4k words —
## HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT !
heeseung is usually very calm & confident in any situation
for this, he’s definitely the most nervous that anyone has ever seen him
for a while he’s been asking you questions ab the things you like, trying to figure out what you’d enjoy for a date
you never really thought much of it . . . figured it was apart of becoming his friend
i mean surely, you wouldn’t be lucky enough to have your crush like you back, right?
heeseung asks you after a day of hanging out with your friend group—he insists on bringing you home alone and on your doorstep, he smiles at you
“so . . . today was nice, i always enjoy hanging out with you”
you let him know the feeling is very very mutual, and just before you finish unlocking your door—
“you wanna hang out again?”
you grin at him, wide and toothy
“y—”
“alone? i mean, just us.”
he’s shifting his weight from one foot and onto the other constantly, one of his nervous habits, you’ve recently learned
the dots connect and you let out a sound of understanding. he isn’t asking for a normal hangout, not like when you go out with the rest of your fans and hit up the bowling alley til it closes
heeseung wants something far more intimate than that, and the thought of him returning your feels flashes through your mind. you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up while he’s just looking onto you, waiting for his precious answer
“yeah. yes, just us, that sounds nice”
“i mean a date, y/n.”
he’s blushing now.
“i know what you mean. text me the details, okay?”
he’s at a loss for words as you disappear into your house, both of your faces have a contagious smile stapled onto it and you don’t know if it’ll ever go away
the day comes for you guys’ date, and he plans the prettiest midnight picnic you’ve ever seen. he has all of your favorite foods & snacks, and he’s set up your favorite movie too :((
it’s safe to say that you guys are definitely going on another date, because you don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed a time more than that
at the end of the night, he places a kiss on your forehead and sends you off into your home (he obviously drove you back) and tells you to text him when you’re ready for bed
from then on, you get the sweetest goodnight and goodmorning messages ever <3
it doesn’t take long for him to become your boyfriend either, his charm is too much to resist honestly
mywons © 2023 ## please do not plagiarize my works.
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[00.15]
― pairing : Minho x fem! reader
― content warnings : angst with a happy ending, smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, fake dating, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all),
― word count : 2.502
― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌
🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES
Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin
Minho roughly bit your shoulders as he came, buried deep inside you, while pushing your back a little more into the locker room’s lockers. He still had his left hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans, and his right hand under your leg, supporting your weight.
«Stop clenching so much, love.» Minho’s strained mumbles came a bit muffled due to him still talking against your skin.
You answered with a breathless laugh, re-adjusting your position as best as you could due to your post-orgasm state.
«Thank you for that, I love you.» Minho chanted, running a hand through your hair as soon as the both of you fixed your clothes.
«You really don’t have to do that when we’re alone, Minho.» you sighed, enjoying the sensation of Minho’s affectionate touches. «Unless you’re still practicing.» you ignored the sting you felt in your heart to that last phrase, but you also ignored your fake boyfriend’s hand momentarily stop.
«Yeah.» Minho’s gaze adverted from yours. «It’s practice. Well, I have to go, now, love.»
With lingering eyes, you watched Minho walking out of the locker room, before you decided to finally collect yourself and go towards your next class.
Honestly, you were extremely pissed at yourself for not managing to pay attention to the professor’s lecture, since your mind kept entertaining your with flashback about your situation with Minho, overthinking and overanalysing every small detail.
You sighed to yourself, absently copying the notes your teacher was writing on the blackboard but your mind was full of Minho roughly closing your locker asking – begging, you to be his fake girlfriend until the school ended.
Due to your having a small crush on the boy, you said no at first, but damn, he was persistent. Minho started to literally appear out of thin air, just to ask you to fake date him for six months.
«What’s in for me?» you asked back one day.
«Me, amazing sex, wonderful kisses and hanging out with me and the boys.» Minho answered immediately, with a cherubic smile. «Amazing sex is a special bonus.» he added, confidence dripping from his voice.
You accepted few days later, and Minho wasted no time and took you home immediately that afternoon.
«We have to practice,» he said back then, «casual touches, kisses, everything. We have to look like a real couple.» You said yes, once again. Ignoring how your heart would skip a beat anytime his hand would brush against your skin or his kisses would become a little more passionate. You were stiff at first, Minho was so intimidatingly handsome, and on top of all, the more time it passed, the more your crush started to develop in something more.
The whole “friends with benefits” things added itself to the list one rainy afternoon; Minho’s hands would be all over you during a playful fight, and before you knew it, he had pinned you against the bed, your hands next to your head firmly trapped in his strong hold.
«So, love. Who won?» Minho’s raspy voice mumbled against your skin, before closing the space between your lips. You were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s left hang lifting your thigh over his waist, caressing you over the thick fabric of your jeans; you were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s mouth kissing your neck as far as your shirt allowed him to. That afternoon, your kisses never stopped, instead they only grew more and more passionate, until you went from sharing kisses by pulling on his leather jacket to sharing kisses by tightly gripping on his biceps as he was thrusting inside you in a rough pace.
Even if you tried to repeat yourself to “think of it like a game,” you couldn’t help to notice that, sometimes, his kisses would be a little bit softer, he would fuck you in a little more slow and gentle manner, and those “I love you” he always said were spoke in a kinder, almost honest voice.
Five months into this agreement, and he still did not understood that anytime you said, “I love you, too” you actually meant it, in the most sincere and honest way.
Five months into this agreement, and you stuffed all the hope you’ve ever had next to the incoming feeling of heartbreak you’re ignoring deep in your chest.
With an annoyed groan, you sat next to Felix on the red leather couches of the Frosty Palace, right after ordering a milkshake. You rubbed your temples, in the vain hope to make your thoughts and feelings disappear.
«A penny for your thoughts, Lady.» Felix deep voice said, gently tapping your shoulder.
«You already know, Lix.» you answered with a dejected sigh, not sparing him a glance.
«I’m sure he likes you, he’s just dumb.» Felix ruffled your hair, and you laughed together. Felix, along with the others members from Stray Kids, knew about your fake dating agreement, but Felix had been the only one to realize that you were not actually faking.
Well, actually, you told him yourself.
«Please, don’t tell me you’re thinking about-»
«When you broke down in tears at one of Jisung’s parties and told me everything? » Felix completed your sentence, before taking another big bite from his burger. «I basically think about that anytime I see you. You were really ugly with make-up running on your cheeks.»
«See? This is why you’re still single.» you chanted, stealing a fry from his plate.
As you were laughing together, you met Minho’s gaze, an unreadable expression on his face.
You froze for a moment, the fry you stole still hanging from your lips. Did he hear something?
«So, you and Felix?» Minho asked later that night, as he walked you in front of your house. It was a small habit he always had: he would drive you home, then walk with you for literally 15 steps until you were in front of your door.
«What about him?» you stopped on your porch, waiting for him to kiss you goodnight – another strange habit he had, considering you weren’t dating for real.
«You seemed to be close since Jisung’s last party.» Minho held your hand, trying to hide his annoyed voice, but failing. All the hope you have been trying to hide under the carpet, suddenly came back full force, your heart picking up speed.
«Why, are you jealous?» you squeezed on his hand, raising an eyebrow.
«Why wouldn’t I be?» Minho scoffed at that, his hand escaping your tight hold. «I’ve been trying to make you understand about my feelings for months!»
Your head was spinning; you listened at Minho’s unexpected outburst with wide eyes. Was he confessing, or were you having a fever dream?
«I thought…» you started with a weak voice, unsure what to say. «I thought it was fake-»
«Was it for you?» Minho scoffed once again, interrupting your sentence. «Because to me, it was not.» Minho reached out to hold your hand, but something between his outburst and the sudden confession of your feelings being returned made you tense up.
Minho sighed, misinterpreting the signal you gave him, but nonetheless he let you go, and took a small step away from you.
«I’ll see you at Jisung’s party, tomorrow. So we can break up.» Minho nodded at you, accepting your silent reaction, and strode beck to his car, and away from you.
You did not know why you froze up like that. All you wanted to do was to hug Minho, to desperately cling on his shirt and tell him that you loved him, and yet, you did not.
You spent five months suffering about the feelings you believed being unrequited, and now, you ruined everything in less than five minutes.
You arrived at Jisung’s party long before Minho. Taking it as a perfect opportunity, you told the boys everything that happened the night before in front of your house.
«And I thought he was the dumb one.» Felix sighed, lightly flickering your forehead.
«Listen up, I panicked!» you groaned, muffling your voice by hiding it in your hands.
«You’re lucky I’m about to save your ass.» he mumbled, but you didn’t pay attention to him.
The boys agreed to help you on your desperate mission to sort things out with Minho before he could tell anyone that you broke up.
The task would have been easier if only Minho did not show up to the party with a girl, which was definitely not you.
Needless to say, he avoided you for part of the evening, and few people asked you about your relationship. Minho never got too close to the girl; he never hugged - or worse, kiss her, but the mere thought of him showing up with someone else the night after he confessed, made your guts spin in anger.
«Trouble incoming, 12 o’clock.» Changbin mumbled behind his cup of alcohol, as he kept his eyes fixed behind you.
As you turned around, you saw Minho walking towards your group, once again, with an unreadable expression on his face. Abandoning every kind of rational thought that advised you to clear things up before you tried to do anything stupid, you started walking towards him with rushed steps, and as soon as you were in front of him, you stood on your tiptoes, hugging his neck and connecting your lips in an apologizing kiss. You felt Minho froze in his track at your sudden actions, but he gradually relaxed and kissed you back with a soft sigh. Minho’s arms snaked around your waist, pressing your frame against his body.
«Let me steal him for a second.» You absently told the girl next to Minho before holding his hand and hastily leading him upstairs.
«Care to tell me what’s the meaning of this?» Minho leaned against the now locked door of one of Jisung’s spare bedroom, crossing his arms in front of your chest. You stood there, in front of him, shifting your weight from one leg to another as you tried to find the right words to start with.
«First of all… Who is that girl?» you asked, your voice smaller than you planned to. You heard Minho scoff, and you felt just like yesterday night, but with reversed roles.
«Why, are you jealous?» Minho seemed to have thought about that too, since he asked back, his voice unsure almost as he was afraid to hear another rejection.
«Why wouldn’t I be?» you repeated his words, finally looking into his surprised eyes. Minho looked as you took a step forward; if he reached out, he could touch you, if he took a step forward, he could close the distance between the two of you. «Listen, Minho. Yesterday night… I panicked really badly. The truth is, I completely return your feelings.» due to the closeness, you could hear Minho’s breath hitching and so you went on. «I really love you so much sometimes it scares me, and Felix knew-Lix knew everything. This is why we got “so close”; because during Jisung’s last party, I broke down in tears in front of him and threw a temper tantrum about how I love you and I firmly believed my feelings were unrequited and-» Minho’s lips muffled your next words, as he trapped your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss; you held him tight, and he held you tighter in return.
It was probably the messiest kiss the two of you have ever shared, your lips chased each other between giggles and few tears of happiness, but it was definitely perfect. Matching your messy kiss, the both of you managed to walk towards the bed with uncoordinated steps, falling on the bed in tangled limbs.
«Wait.» you interrupted the trail of kisses Minho was leaving on your neck. «The girl?»
Minho answered with an innocent smile, hovering above you. «She’s Felix’s date.»
«What?! Why did she come with you?» you shrieked, and Minho affectionately kissed your nose.
«He asked me to pick her up, she lives next to me.» he explained, and you sighed, both in realization and both due to Minho harshly biting and sucking on your neck.
«That fucking little Aussie, I’m going to-» you whimpered, as Minho pressed his crotch against yours while lifting your leg by pressing his hand under your bare thigh, «No, I actually owe him.»
«Love,» Minho’s hand travelled under your skirt, which was now pooling around your waist. His nails lightly scratched your inner thighs, before massaging your clit over your panties. «Could you please stop rambling about Felix when we’re about to fuck in one of Jisung’s super expensive bedsheets?» he empathised his sentence by harshly flicking over it, making you whimper in response.
As he promised, you and Minho had sex in Jisung’s silk sheets. Compared to the other times, Minho’s thrusts would were slow and gentle, brushing over your sweet spot with every deep stroke. He kept mumbling your name, mixed with a streak of heart-warming “I love you” and infinite other praises, confessions whispered against your lips as if he was talking about secrets no one else should have heard, despite the bed creaking and occasionally hitting the wall – luckily Jisung had an habit to keep the volume of the juke box insanely high, so you’d doubt anyone heard.
For the first time, you came at the same time, squeezing your intertwined fingers as the sensation of the orgasm spreaded through your bodies, and your lips locked together in a kiss.
«How do we act now? Like, we start counting from today like it’s our first day as a couple, or we act like we sorted our shit out from the beginning?» Minho mumbled into thin air, once you were cuddling, relaxing on Jisung’s soft mattress.
«Your choice, avoiding heartbreak was enough for me.» you sighed, enjoying this moment so much you didn’t want to go back downstairs.
Minho shuffled to look at the clock, still keeping you in his hold. «Well, then. It’s 00.15, and it’s literally our sixth months anniversary.»
«You owe me 25 bucks.» Felix told Changbin as soon as you and Minho joined the boys once again, his palm flat towards the boy. However, the money never got into Felix’s outstretched hand.
«I’m gonna take this,» Jisung said, snatching the green banknote from Changbin’s hand. «As a compensation for the maid who’s gonna clean up that room tomorrow.»
You blushed furiously, wondering if what gave it off was your matching messy hair or the fresh hickeys covering your neck, but Minho brushed it off with a laugh, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.
«Tell her to check the door.» Minho joked, and you were pretty positive he added a wink at the end of the sentence.
Jisung’s eyes shifted between the two of you, a sigh escaping his lips «I wonder if you’ll ever stop venting the horny side of your youth in my house.»
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Heart of the Sea (EXCERPT)
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader
Genre: angst, adventure, pirate!au
Warnings: guns, violence (seokmin gets his shit rocked for a second), blood, mentions of drowning, knives, they're pirates and not the peter pan silly goofy kind.
Length: ~1.2k
Note: i've been reading six of crows and could not sleep without getting this off my mind. there's no obvious pairing just some tension and history.
extra warning: 180 from what i usually write but I've been inspired
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Salt water on the stale air caresses your senses awake, rousing you from your deep slumber as the gentle rocking of the tide tempts you to return to its depths. In the belly of the ship, only the gentle flame of an oil lantern hanging from the ceiling illuminates the dark closet you call your room. Just wide enough that your palms lay flat against each wall when your arms are extended, deep enough to hang a hammock for restless dozes through the night.
Something is wrong.
A ship full of thieves, criminals, and other degenerates never quiets to an eerie silence such as this. The lap of the ocean at the wooden sides of the vessel drowns most noise but she seldom comes away with a clean sweep like she does currently.
Something is very very wrong.
Twisting out of the hammock, your feet hit the floor with a slash. The black oily surface of water reflects in the dim light, consuming the entirety of your boots, soaking up to the middle of your shins. A quick survey of your space shows your only possession, a small leather trunk, bobbing in the corner.
The real prizes decorate your figure. Daggers tucked in their sheaths, littering their usual hiding places: one tucked under each cuff of your shirt, the largest one strapped to your thigh, one in the lining of each boot, and several strapped to the leather belt across your chest. Your revolver sits on your hip, golden neck polished, loaded like you left it before dozing off.
The door to this room is one of the few that sits less than an inch off the ground. Meaning the water in here is likely nothing compared to what's beyond the thick piece of wood. You need to get out of here. Out of this room and out to the deck.
Steadying yourself, you plant your feet in a fighting stance, preparing for the force that will race in once the door opens. Barely a turn of the knob, a click of the latch and the door is blown wide; smacking into the wall behind as the sea rushes in, informing you that the water beyond is up to your thigh as it threatens to knock you off your feet.
The worn wood of the threshold threatens to rip your nails as you hold on for dear life. If you fall into the flood, it's over. You won’t be able to get back up, crushed under the weight of the ocean’s will. It's the first thing you learn on a ship: the sea takes and takes and she doesn’t return what she’s claimed no matter how much you plead. And if you do get away, she’ll come to collect eventually.
Arms straining and thighs burning, you force forward against the onslaught. By the time you exit the confines of your room , the water is at your chest. Caressing your collar bones, lapping at your neck like a crude noose. The jostle of your movement claps waves into your face.
I’ve got you now. The sea whispers. Finally ran out of borrowed time, little bird.
Salt water burns your nose with each bob of your head as you work towards the stairs leading up and out. The tang floods your mouth, pooling in the back of your throat; choking you, silencing your scream for help.
Give up. The seductive voice purrs in your ear. Come to me. Let me give you oblivion.
When the ocean finds home in your lungs, you let her take what she’s owed.
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A knife to the throat is a less than friendly way to greet your second but Wonwoo should have expected it. His mistake for standing too close to wake his captain.
Wild eyes stare up at him, cataloging his features as the cool metal point pinches his airway. Sharp eyes, firm mouth, scar from temple to chin. He doesn’t flinch as you press a little firmer, forcing the dagger into the pale skin of his neck. Finally, safe triggers in your head.
Still, it takes a few seconds before your muscles relax enough to let you retract the small piece of steel.
“You’re needed on the deck.”
A shuddered breath is all the response he gets before you wave him out.
Wonwoo refuses to move, pointed gaze burning yours.
“Handle it.” You bark.
“Told me not to make deals in your name.”
That peaks your interest.
“Who is it?”
“Stragglers from a sinking ship.” He reports. “Seokmin pulled them from the wreckage.”
“Of course he did.”
If Wonwoo was a stupider man he’d mistake the exasperation in your tone for fondness. But he’s not. If Seokmin was less valuable then his ass would have been at the bottom of the sea months ago. But the strikes against him are stacking higher and higher, and your charity is running out.
Today you’re in a good mood. Seokmin will probably end up back in the wreckage with the sorry sailors he saved if none of them prove to be of any use. That is, if you let them take a breath after finding out just who exactly is standing above you.
“What colors?”
You're asking their allegiance. The flag had been long gone by the time the three men were pulled from the chilly depths. But the brands on their necks tell it just the same. A circle with a vertical line through the middle.
“Krakens.”
You're out of your bed and up the stairs before he can blink.
Face cold as the winter wind that screams from the north, you hone in on your target the second you're in the daylight. Seokmin doesn’t see it coming as you round on him. The brass knuckles swirling around your fingers rips a crude gash across his cheek as the crack of your hand rings out, silencing your crew.
He falls to his knees as his own hands move to protect his face, a pained “Fuck!” leaving his lips.
“You’re lucky I don't shoot you!” You spit, lips curled and teeth bared.
Garnet blood dripping from his chin and your adorned fingers to the wooden planks only furthers your disdain for the man in front of you. The gun on your hip sings like a siren but you have bigger problems to deal with. Seokmin won’t get the bullet with his name engraved on it today but tonight he should pray to whatever powers be that it finds another target first.
Whirling to the three strangers backed against the main mast, you eye them up and down. Wonwoo was right to wake you, because looking you in the eye with a shit eating grin is the demon you’ve been avoiding for years. The reason for your nightmares. The reason for the lump of hardened charcoal where a beating heart should be.
“Miss me?” he smirks.
In a flash, the revolver is in your hand. The shot hits dead center of the scant inches between his feet, smoke rising from the hole embedded in the surface of the deck. Whisps still rise from the muzzle of the gun as you cock the second bullet and raise your arm to aim for his heart.
The cocky facade slips for a fraction of a second, but it pulls the infamous bloodthirsty smile to your lips.
“You’re a dead man, Jeonghan.”
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Behind Closed Doors
Sequel to Stress Relief, Right Through Me, Waiting, Honey I’m Home, Won’t Give Up, Midnight, Dinner Time, The Limit, and Helping Hand
Warnings: noncon, housewife kink, fear, postpartum depression, abuse, suicidal thoughts, body issues.
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“Clark, please,” you beg as he tosses you on the bed. The clinking of dishes comes through the door, reminding you of your company, “she’ll hear.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he sneers as he rips his shirt open, buttons scattering across the room, “honey, I’ve been thinking of this all day.”
“Sorry, I… I just want to be a good host–”
“Worry about being a good wife,” he says as he shoves down his pants, “turn over, I wanna see your ass.”
You don’t argue as you roll over and back up. He pulls you to the edge and pushes up your dress. He took away your panties once you were done using the pads. He mist have also taken it as a sign that you were ready.
He slaps your ass with both hands, repeating the act until you whimper. He grabs you and jiggles the flesh.
“Fuck, baby, you got a lot more now, don’t you?”
You hang your head, embarrassed at the reminder of your extra weight.
“I like it, it’s hot,” he says as he spreads your cheeks, “fuck, I really missed this ass.”
He shoves his hand down to your cunt and rubs you roughly. He pokes inside you and you wince. He dips his fingers in to his knucks and jabs them in and out. He hums, he doesn’t sound pleased.
He slides his fingers out and up your ass. He plants his hand next to you as he bends his legs and angles his tip along your cheeks. He enters you easily.
Your eyes roll back in humiliation. Your body isn’t what it used to be. He ruined it and now he’s disappointed in it.
He thrusts and you groan as it sends a pang through your hips. He slams into you harder and forces your ass up higher. He ruts, faster, rougher, flesh clapping loudly as he balls the blanket in his hand and snarls against the back of your head. His other arm snakes around you and he squeezes your tit.
“Fuck,” he growls as he hammers against your ass, “you think it’s too soon to get another.”
“Wha–” you choke as he rams with all his strength and your legs slide out from under your. He collapses onto you as he fucks furiously.
“Fucking kidding,” he holds your head down, smothering you into the bed as he uses your body, “enough of a disaster…” he puffs, “with…one.”
Your lashes gloss with tears as they leak out and he crushes you against the blanket. The bed shakes with his building climax, pinching your tender nipples until you whine and jerking his hips until you feel as if you’ll break.
He pulls out and spreads his hand across your lower back, holding you down as he pumps himself against your ass. He cums with a loud bellow and strings web over your ass and back as he empties onto you.
He leans against you as he comes back down and exhales.
“Laney should give you time to work out,” he pushes away from you and sighs, “and to make up for lost time.” You roll onto your side as he heads for the bathroom and he stops in the doorway, “get in the fucking shower, we’re not done.”
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cry no more
marius von hagen x fem!reader
warnings: hurt/comfort, sadness/crying for reasons not described
for my love @harukaprism <3
heaviness hangs around you, suffocating, overwhelming, unyielding. it feels impossible not to collapse under the pressure of your heavy heart but perhaps if you curled into yourself, tried to ignore it while the tears fell like a raging river, you could make it through this.
the black cloud around you makes it impossible to hear anything, such as the hurried steps of your boyfriend once he steps into your apartment after you don’t answer your phone or the door. you don’t hear him call your name, can’t feel anything but the crushing weight of your despair until a warm hand wraps around your wrist and attempts to pull your arms from your face with such gentleness you almost subcom to the comfort of it.
“it’s alright angel, you don’t need to hide from me,” the tender voice of marius breaks through the thick fog like a ray of golden sunlight. and you suppose in a way he is that to you, someone to guide you through the dark, warm you in your coldest days, make you smile bright like no one else could. “y/n..” he whispers so lovingly you can’t resist it, you want to be lost in him, forget your heavy heart and let marius fill it with beauty once more.
your gazes meet and he gives you a smile, more tender than his normal cheeky grin and tries to widen it even more in an attempt to make you smile as well but you can see the worry swirling in the sea of violet that are his eyes. the eyes you love more than anything else. even through your stuffy nose you can smell the remnants of oil paints and charcoal that cling to him after a day of working in his studio mixed with his expensive cologne. now that he’s here you can’t focus on anything but him, your e/c eyes glistening with tears as they take in the lines that make up the man you love.
“there you are,” he speaks sweetly, gazing lovingly into your watery eyes, capturing your full attention. how is it that just his presence can make you feel better? skilled warm hands cup your face and he uses his thumbs to wipe away your tears, one after another as they continue to fall. “its okay now, i’m here,” he promises. his violet eyes never leave yours; they’re filled with another promise, an unspoken one that he wasn’t going anywhere, a promise to be the strength you needed when you didn’t have it yourself.
“marius..” even though just him being here has made you feel better you can’t help but cry more when you throw your arms around his neck. he doesn’t waver and takes you into his arms, cradling you, holding you against his chest so tightly you can feel the steady beating of his heart through your thin clothes. he’s so warm, the scent of him, of home, enveloping you and pulling you from that darkness.
“now now, no need to cry, little miss. your king is here.”
if you had the strength or weren’t still crying against him you might have shoved his chest a bit at the words he spoke in the teasing and loving tone he often uses with you. but instead you chuckle quietly, tentatively, and bask in the golden aura he surrounds you with, that lifts you up as he carries you up stairs and to your bed.
he never parts from you as he settles into the plush duvet with you lying comfortably between his long legs, surrounded by him in all the best ways. your heart still hurts but with each kiss he places against the top of your head, the hand he brings to his lips, you feel him take away the weight that once felt crippling until there is nothing left but a slow and steady beat in your chest now filled with all the love marius pours into you.
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CHAPTER ONE SNIPPET
Thanks to @stephschoices for giving me the motivation to finish writing this scene!
As always, it’s currently unedited and not proof-read lol.
CW: mentions of blood, brief dissociation, and touching without permission.
Everything happens so fast.
One minute, K was standing across the room from your camera, giving you a look full of barely contained smugness that had you rolling your eyes, even as you struggled not to grin.
The next…
There was a loud noise, a sort of crack that split across the space and seemed to rattle through your speakers.
It took your attention away from K for mere seconds, but when you turned back, they were gone.
If you were asked, you wouldn’t have been able to say why, but you suddenly feel as though you’re drowning, and you’re trying desperately to swim to the surface, but your limbs are being weighed down and you can’t move.
Your eyes are now glued to the floor. To the rapidly expanding pool of blood spreading out beneath your best friend. You can hear their ragged pants through their earpiece as they attempt to breath through the pain.
“Agent X is down. We need a med evac now!’
You barely recognise your own voice, you sound so frantic.
Scared.
You desperately try to get yourself under control, and start speaking to K in reassuring tones. Letting them know that an evac is inbound. That they’ll be okay and back with you soon. Just as long as they hang on and don’t close their eyes.
There’s no answer from K. There is, however, an answer from Director Salan.
“Shut it down, Handler [name].”
You can only stare blankly at her as she watches the screen where her best agent lays, bleeding out and dying, with cold detachment. Salan turns those sharp eyes on you.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Handler.”
“Evac is en route. We can get X ou–”
The director motions at someone you can’t see and then hands are grabbing at you, pulling you away from your work space.
From one of the most important people in the world to you.
You struggle against the hands who you now realise belong to security, “please ma’am, don’t do this.”
Salan doesn’t look at you again.
“Quartermaster. Disavow Agent X and wipe everything.”
No.
No. They can’t do that. K isn’t dead. They’re still breathing. You can get them home.
“Of course, Director.”
Movement catches your eye before you can protest, and you look back at the screen in time to see three figures dressed from head to toe in black enter the frame.
One of them immediately unhooks K’s earpiece and crushes it under their foot as the other two drop down next to K. Then the one who broke the earpiece pulls out a gun and shoots the camera, leaving you staring at a screen full of static.
Complete silence falls over Q Branch for a few moments as the shock sets in, before Salan breaks it.
“Wipe. Everything.”
[[You nearly collapse under the weight of your shock.]]
[[You refuse to believe that this is actually happening.]]
[[You feel nothing but burning rage.]]
[[You yell at Salan, begging her to change her mind.]]
[[You can’t help it, you burst into tears.]]
[[You feel completely numb.]]
[[You lash out.]]
[[You continue to stare at the screen, praying it would turn back on and show you K, healthy and alive.]]
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Fabric and First Dates (Steve Harrington x F!Plus! Reader)
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Fabric
Indiana summers were hot. The kind of scorching that made your skin stick to your clothes and melted your sandals into the sidewalk if you stood still for too long. It was only nine, but already the sun seemed determined to cook the entirety of Hawkins alive.
Luckily for you, the small crafts shop you worked at had just splurged on a new AC, so you were living the dream, tucked away in a corner, fixing messy displays that just happened to be right under an air vent and mouthing off with Claire, your best friend turned coworker. You barely ever got customers, usually just stay-at-home moms and grandmothers restocking their craft rooms once a month, so neither of you felt too bad about abandoning the register before noon.
“Look, I’m just saying that I think Evil Dead is way better.”
“And I’m just saying that you’re dead wrong.” You poked her in the side, glaring playfully, “Nightmare on Elm Street is clearly superior.”
“You only like it because it came out a few months after we graduated. It’s like your nostalgia movie or something.”
“It’s my ‘celebrating getting the hell out of there’ movie.” Claire giggled, rolling her eyes at you before slotting the last of the samples in its proper place and stepping back to admire her work. Before you could start once again expanding on how Elm Street was perfect and Claire was obviously just ‘nostalgic’ for weird cabins, the bell on the door chimed. You glanced at each other, confused. It was pretty early in the day for any of the usuals, and well, in Hawkins, you didn’t get much besides the usual coming in. this was definitely out of place.
Claire, always the people person, approached the door while you retreated to the counter. The overly polite ‘Hello, how can I help you?’ from her tipped you off that this wasn’t a regular customer. You looked up, mildly curious about what random person suddenly developed an interest in handcrafts, and honey brown eyes met yours.
Steve Harrington.
Quickly averting your gaze, you fumbled to look busy, like somehow that would make him instantly forget you’d just been looking. Picking up a floss catalog and flipping through it, you silently prayed he didn’t remember you. If he did, you hoped at least, the memory was a little bit better than the sad reality.
You’d never had any kind of relationship with Steve, friendly or otherwise, but for a few embarrassing years in high school you’d had a huge crush on him. That all faded away as he started hanging out with Tommy and Carol, dating Nancy Wheeler, and you were more focused on avoiding them than cooing over him in the cafeteria. You were lucky enough to scrape by, as easy as it would have been to single you out, the chubby loner with two friends who made her own clothes. Even after Tommy stopped hanging around him, and Nancy broke up with him the year you graduated, it felt too late by then. Your worlds were too far apart, or so you thought.
Now they were colliding, and you couldn’t decide whether you were happy or petrified. Probably both.
The blood rushing in your ears prevented you from hearing the rest of their conversation, but Claire was at your side just a few seconds later, nudging you with her elbow while Steve disappeared down an aisle.
“Whoa.” She mumbled. You breathed out a laugh, setting the stupid catalog down and bumping her back with your own elbow.
“Whoa,” you agreed, and after a short pause added, “do you think he found his passion for embroidery?”
Claire snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth to disguise the noise and shaking her head at you, eyes full of both irritation and amusement. “If he hears you, I’m not sticking around for a repeat of King Steve’s wrath.” She whispered.
“I heard he’s gotten nicer since then.” You murmured, and she shrugged.
Claire had been your friend since high school, and you both had the same luck with popularity. Outcast, not bullied but not well liked, barely even remembered. It was a shame, really, since she would have made a great cheerleader; pretty, kind, and athletic to boot, but it just didn’t happen. You weren’t complaining, she was your best friend because of it after all, but you always felt a twinge of regret for her.
Maybe for yourself, too.
“He’s been staring at that wall rack for, like, 10 minutes. I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.”
Torn out of your little pity party, you followed her gaze to one of the large overhanging racks, different fleeces and flannels on display just above Steve’s head. He was directly across from them, hands calmly at his sides, unmoving as a statue. You watched him for a minute, and in that time he didn’t move to flip through the samples or even touch one once.
“I mean, it’s summer in Indiana. Why is he looking at fleece?” She continued, giggling. Humming in agreement, you rounded the counter and started slowly approaching him.
As fun as it was to sit behind the counter and laugh at the once most popular guy in school floundering over sewing scissors, you had a job to do, and even if you wanted to avoid it (you weren’t sure you did), it was clear that he wasn’t going to figure out anything on his own.
Hell, he might not even move before closing at this rate.
“I got it.” You called to Claire over your shoulder, waving for her to stay behind the counter. She was a people pleaser, so you-the snarky one, your boss called you sometimes-usually hung back, but you tried to trade off on customers equally. You told yourself that was the only reason you offered, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the burning curiosity of Why is he here? And What is he like now?
Absolutely nothing at all.
“You know, most people at least touch the fabric they’re trying to buy.” His shoulders stiffened and he whipped around, staring at you in a mix of surprise and embarrassment, and despite yourself it made you smile, just a slight twitch of your lip as you looked up at him. It took him a second, but he returned it, and the sweetness of it made you dizzy. You had been expecting a smug grin or a grimace, but he looked genuinely happy that you had come to his rescue. Your heart stuttered.
He’s only gotten more pretty. So unfair.
“Uh, Yeah I…” he trailed off, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, and his expression seemed more playful than embarrassed now that he was talking to you. His eyes lit up in recognition the next second. “Hey, we went to high school together, right?” He said your name like he was certain he was right, and you nodded, lips parting in shock.
“Wow, I’m surprised you remember.” You were, only because it had been a few years and you really hadn’t ever interacted, but you didn’t miss the way your words made him wince, his smile dimming slightly. Fuck. backpedaling as you shook your head, you blurted, “Not because I was a loser, it’s just been so long. But everyone in Hawkins went to school together so it’s a safe guess…”
Excellent save. Can I just die now?
You wrapped your arms around your torso, trying to shield yourself, but Steve laughed a little, like he thought you were actually trying to be funny, and the sound warmed you down to your toes. You smiled a little wider, and the small knot of tension in your stomach came undone all at once.
Three minutes in Steve’s presence, and you were convinced that he wasn’t the same boy he used to be, and you liked this one much more.
“It hasn’t been that long.” He countered, crossing his arms in mock defiance. He was bigger than you remembered too, his chest filled out even more, biceps flexing while he moved, and you attempted to ignore it and focus on not making an ass of yourself. The last thing you needed was to come off as a creep.
“I see we aren’t denying the loser part. Cold, Harrington.” Now you were trying to be funny, and the crinkles near his eyes told you it was working. You felt oddly proud, being able to joke about this with him, like you were old friends and not almost total strangers.
“I kinda thought it’d be weirder to deny it. Do you want me to?”
“For my ego? Yes. But it’s too late now, you’ve wounded my pride.” Your hand fluttered to your chest and you sighed dramatically, “how can I ever recover from this crushing blow?”
He hummed, rocking back and forth on his heels and thinking for a second before declaring like it was the simplest solution in the world, “You could give me your number.”
What?
“What?” You could barely breathe the word out, staring at his casual expression in total bewilderment. Frozen in place, you watched his face flush a baby pink, and he stumbled over his words to explain.
“No, I mean-okay. I’m trying to make this thing, a scarf. Just…to try it. But clearly,” he huffed, gestured vaguely behind him to the shelves lining the walls, “I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m asking you for help. It would make you, like, the coolest person in the world.”
Your eyes narrowed, and he had the decency to look a little sheepish, pushing the stray hairs that had fallen over his face back and avoiding your eyes. You had a strange feeling about his reasoning, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but decided to let it go since this was your first real conversation. Better to keep it friendly.
“This sounds like an excuse for you to get some extra help out of me.” You wagged your finger at him playfully, “But I’ll call it even, since I get to tease you the whole time.”
“You’re an angel.”
Looking down so he couldn’t see how flustered just a simple comment made you, you dug in your work apron, producing a thick black marker with a little ta-da motion to Steve, and he stuck his hand out for you to write your landline on. You focused on writing each number perfectly, so you could stop thinking about how big his hands were.
You drew a little smiley face too, just because you wanted to. When you finished, he pulled his hand back and looked at it, a soft huff of a laugh leaving him when he saw your masterpiece. Suddenly, you were nervous, breaking eye contact to stare at your sneakers. He seemed to be too, taking a quick step back and shoving both of his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans.
“So…I’ll call you sometime.”
“Okay. Cool.” You bobbed your head.
“Cool.” A few more steps back, near the door, he pulled one hand out of his pocket and gave you a quick thumbs up before turning and hauling ass out of the store.
It was the lamest thing you’d ever seen Steve Harrington do, and it had you melting into the floor like you were sixteen again.
You couldn’t spend too long dazing over his smile, however, because Claire was rushing towards you, barely containing her wild grin.
“Oh my god!” She squealed, gripping your arms and shaking you.
“Jesus, what?” You jostled, breaking out of her grip and flipping her off. “You’re so damn nosy, were you listening the entire time?”
She ignored you.
“Don’t ‘what’ me! Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was flirting with you! He asked for your number!”
“It’s not like that Claire, are you joking? He wanted help with a scarf, he’s hopeless. It’s like overtime with no pay.” You said lightly, shoving aside the hopeful stirrings Claire was riling up. Steve was, at least at some point, one of the most sought after guys in Hawkins. It was stupid to even hope that he was interested in you. You were no Nancy Wheeler, not even close.
“Babe.” Claire giggled, a knowing grin on her lips as she took your hands and patted them. “He’s making a scarf in July?”
You shook your head, yanking your hands away from her grip and ducking past her to return to the counter before she could see the stupid smile spreading over your face, “It’s probably just some practice before Christmas or something!”
“He didn’t buy anything!” She sing-songed from the aisle.
Your face burned hot.
Safety Pins
A small part of you wondered if Steve would even remember the conversation at all. In the days after he appeared in the store, blatantly lying about making a scarf on the hottest day of the year, you convinced yourself that you’d made up the entire ridiculous interaction in your head, and then the phone finally rang.
The first time was two days after he’d come to the store (not that you’d been waiting), and you forced yourself to wait for three rings before picking up. You were desperate to seem casual, like you totally hadn’t been sitting right next to the extension every night since, an equal mix of desperate and curious, running through everything you could possibly say if he ever called.
“Hello?” Strong start.
“Hey, it’s Steve.” he paused, like he was waiting for you to say something before continuing, “I...bet you wanna know why I’m calling?” The way he said it like he wasn’t even sure himself had you biting back a laugh. This was clearly a golden opportunity to mess with him, and who were you to deny such a gift?
“It’s not about the scarf?” You asked in mock surprise. “And here I thought it was so important.”
He groaned, sounding embarrassed, but not at all surprised you’d already caught him out. “You’re worse than Dustin. Have you always been this sarcastic?”
“Who’s Dustin?”
“Annoying kid I babysit.” His voice was full of fondness despite his words, and you smiled to yourself, heart squeezing. “He’d love you, I bet.”
“Don’t try and be cute and change the subject. Are you going to tell me why you lied about making a scarf in July??”
“Maybe I just wanted to talk to the pretty girl working there. Is that so bad?” The smile in his voice was unmistakable, even if there was a slight shake of nerves.
Biting your lip to try to contain your giddiness, you hummed. “Maybe you should have gotten her number then, I don’t play wing man.” Even though you were joking, there was a thorn of truth in it. Claire was pretty and social, and it wasn’t uncommon for guys to come into the store just to hit on her. Steve huffed, clearly not amused with you dancing around the obvious.
“You’re hilarious.” he deadpanned, “I wanted to talk to you.”
“And your plan was to stand there and look pathetically lost until I came to help you?”
“Worked, didn’t it?” His smug tone shut you up, rolling your eyes silently as he continued, “I actually wanted to ask you out.” he said it so casually it almost didn’t register with you, but he didn’t keep talking, just sat in silence and waited for you to catch up. His patience made your stomach twist in the best way.
“Like a date?” You finally asked, slow and disbelieving.
“Yes, like a date. Are you just trying to avoid answering me?” You sort of were. It didn’t seem real, despite all the signs, despite Claire grabbing your hand and winking at you when she left, saying Tell Harrington I said hi when he calls!
It just didn’t make sense. Unless…
“Are you going to Carrie me?”
“What?” He scoffed, far away from the receiver like he’d pulled the phone away from his ear in shock.
“I think it’s a simple question, Steve.”
“No! Where would I even get a bucket of pig's blood?” His warm voice was indignant, and you giggled, could imagine his furrowed brows and slight pout perfectly on the other end of the phone. You were grateful that for now he didn’t seem to be pushing for an answer, letting you circle around the topic. As much as you wanted to agree, to toss yourself into the fantasy you’d cultivated for years in highschool, you didn’t want to make this easy for him, like so many other girls in Hawkins.
A little selfishly, you wanted to be a girl he wanted enough to work for. Hopefully, he would. Otherwise, you were about to make the stupidest decision of your life.
Sighing softly and shaking your head like he could see it, you breathed out, “I dunno… I’m going to need a bit more convincing, Harrington.” You prayed he heard the subtle challenge in the words, and you knew he did when he responded, confidence suddenly so apparent through the phone you wondered why he had seemed so nervous before.
“I can do that, Sweetheart.”
You were never more grateful you had begged your parents for your own extension in high school, because after that first conversation, Steve called almost every day. It was endearing, how eager he seemed to talk to you, stealing fifteen minutes at work ‘just to hear your voice’, keeping you up late to gently pester you about taking you out.
Just one date, he’d say teasingly, and then you’ll be the one asking, Sweetheart. The nickname had stuck since the first call, and it warmed you to your core every time he said it. you knew from the moment he breathed it into the receiver that you would eventually agree to whatever he wanted.
It took him a few weeks of talking and some surprise visits at work (Much to Claire’s delight), but you finally agreed one afternoon, and the happiness radiating off of him while he walked out of the store made you wish you hadn’t waited so long.
Seam Allowance
It was only a few days before your first date excitement wore off, being replaced with bone deep anxiety and a feeling that you were drawn tight with tension, like a rubber band that might snap.
Claire came over hours before the date to help you get ready, bursting with excitement and about a dozen ‘I-told-you-so’s’, and now you were both sitting on your bed sorting through your jewelry; she was wearing your pajama pants and an old shirt from middle-school, an amusing contrast to your perfectly pinned hair and high heels.
“You’re coming back tonight, right?” she asked, holding a pair of golden hoops up to your skin before wrinkling her nose and putting them back into the box.
“Duh. Where else would I go?” It was a system you’d both made up high school, and one you’d never strayed from. If one of you went on a first date the other would wait at her house, to make sure she came home safe and also to get all of the gossip as soon as the date was over. Claire used it much more often than you, but she still grinned, waggling her eyebrows at you and whistling a low note like you were naughty teenagers again.
“I dunno, Babe, you look gorgeous. Harrington might wanna see the inside seam of that dress.” She lowered her voice in an attempt to sound sensual, leaning in close while you shoved her away, scoffing at her terrible innuendo. The dress was one of her favorites, something you’d bought at a thrift store and altered yourself the summer you’d both graduated. It was bright and flowy, the pink silk draping to your mid-thigh, a mix of sweet and sexy that you’d started wearing after high school, away from prying eyes and insults.
The irony of wearing it to a date with King Steve was not lost on you.
“Please,” you huffed, looking away with the excuse of checking a necklace in the mirror, tossing it back in the pile without much thought, “he already knows what I look like, the dress won’t fool him.” Claire frowned, her playful mood dissolved.
“What do you mean by that?”
Shaking your head, you murmured, “I mean, he already knows what I look like…how I looked in high school,” you cringed, shaking your head, “not all pretty and perfect. Not thin. I feel like I might be trying too hard. Being tricky.” The words sat like acid in your mouth, but Claire instantly threw her arms around you in a hug, laughing a little. It got to you more than it should have.
“Are you laughing at me?! I bare my soul to you, and you’re laughing!”
“Yes!” she admitted, still giggling even as she pulled away to look at you again. “You’re being stupid. He knows how you look normally. He knows how you looked in high school. So what? He still asked you out.” she poked your chest with each word, speaking over you every time you tried to interrupt. “The only thing that’s going to happen is that he’s going to see you looking pretty, not tricky, drool all over himself, and be like, ‘Ooh, Baby, you’re so beautiful and perfect let’s get marr-’”
Clapping a hand over her mouth to stop her terrible imitation of Steve, you couldn’t contain your laughter, shaking your head at her. Claire was always your biggest supporter and cheerleader, and she always seemed to know exactly what to say when you needed it, even if it was stupid and corny and probably not true. You pulled your hand away when she calmed, and you smiled at her, grateful. She smiled back.
“You know, you’re constantly saying Steve isn’t who he used to be. You always forget that you’re not the same girl either.” She winked, pressing a pair of rose gold and pearl earrings into your hand. “These are the ones, by the way. I can feel it.” You swallowed, a ball of emotion and affection suddenly welling up in your throat, Sticky sweet.
Is this what having a sister feels like?
The doorbell rang before you could say anything, and Claire grabbed your purse while you rushed to put the earrings in. She looked you over one last time, nodding her enthusiastic approval and you thanked whatever God was out there that you had her support while you tried to ignore the tears pricking your eyes. She hugged you quickly and firmly, whispering “Go get ‘em, tiger.” and ushering you down the stairs.
—
Steve guided you through the crowded diner with a hand on your lower back, following the hostess closely. The gesture was unfamiliar, embarrassingly intimate in such a public place but also comforting, so you didn’t say anything, just let the heat of his palm burn into your skin until he pulled your chair out for you, always the gentleman.
You felt out of place as you sat down; The bright, tacky colors of the diner contrasted harshly with the soft pastels and curves of your clothes, and your anxiety licked fire-hot up your throat, feeling at once too overdressed and not good enough. Steve noticed as soon as he sat down, but he had enough sense to wait until the waitress was gone, reaching across the table slowly to take your hand. He gave you space to pull away, and when you didn’t, he rewarded you with a grin, the flicker of nerves in his face smoothed over with boyish charm.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you somewhere a little nicer…” He gestured to the full tables, but turned back to you with a hopeful glint in his eye. “But I’m really happy you agreed to come.” he squeezed your hand, looking up into your face to gauge your reaction. He must have found what he was looking for because he relaxed completely, although he didn’t let go of your hand on the table. You didn’t mind. “You look amazing, by the way. Have I told you that tonight?”
He did tell you, once at your doorstep, at least two times in the car, and now here. Even if he hadn’t, you could tell just by the way his eyes had trailed up your legs when you walked out onto your porch, mapping out the soft expanse of your exposed thigh while you climbed into his car, the way his gaze slightly heated on your naked shoulders. It was pretty obvious what he thought.
Still, you rolled your eyes playfully, a doubtful smile spreading across your face. “Only a million times.”
“And I’ll say it a million more.” His tone was casual, but you could hear something soft and intense in it, like he knew you didn’t believe him and he was desperate to prove you wrong. “You’re gorgeous. A stunner.”
“Stop.”
“Total knockout. What’re you doing on a date with a guy like me?” He used his free hand and jerked his thumb into his chest, eyes sharp and mischievous, but then he looked away, just for a moment, like he was actually nervous about your answer. Concern unfurled in your chest in an instant, and you leaned forward, squeezing his hand tighter than he had yours.
“You’re beautiful.” You murmured, running your thumb over his knuckles. As much as you wanted to recite terrible poetry to him, say he was Eros himself, carved of flesh instead of stone by the Great Masters, tell him how often you’d listened to him whisper over the phone late at night these past weeks, twisting the cord around your finger and imagining drawing constellations between his beauty marks with your fingertips, it felt like too much for a first date, in a loud diner where anyone could hear, so you said the first thing you could think of. you hoped it had the same effect on Steve either way.
His smile threatened to consume his face, his eyes bright half moons as he beamed at you. “Yeah? Beautiful?” He tossed his hair arrogantly, pulling his hand away from yours to run his fingers through the silken strands, wrists and forearms flexing. Your mouth went dry and it was the best you could do to nod dumbly, trying desperately to grasp a coherent thought.
“Sorry, that was weird.” You shook your head as if to clear your thoughts. “Beautiful is a weird word. Handsome?” You tried, but you were dissatisfied. Handsome didn’t feel like enough, too rough around the edges to include Steve, with his sweet smiles and stupid jokes. It wasn’t enough. Steve was shaking his head too, the moment you’d started backtracking.
“No, no,'' he leaned back, subtly gesturing his head to warn you the waitress was approaching behind you, his wild grin dimming down into something softer and more vulnerable. “Beautiful is… no one’s ever called me that before. You’re my first.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, like the innuendo wasn’t obvious enough, and that molten rush of affection returned, warmth spreading from your face to your sternum; then you processed what he’d said before that, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.
How could someone like Steve go so long without being called beautiful?
“That’s insane,” then, after a second, “You really are.” Before you could stop yourself. You bit your lip in embarrassment, and his eyes dropped to follow the action, just a flicker before looking back. He took your hand again, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your knuckles soothingly, but his eyes didn’t leave your face once.
“So are you.” The way he was looking at you made you want to believe it, like he was in awe of you, studying your features like he was committing them to memory. You felt warm under his gaze, but before you could make a snarky comment and ease some of your anxiety, the waitress was at your table, and Steve wasn’t looking at you anymore.
You had expected to completely clam up over dinner, but Steve kept you distracted and laughing the entire time, and you were having too much fun to worry about if he thought you were eating too much or trying too hard. You knew from the rumors he was always charming, girls chased him for years when you were younger, but having the full force of it directed on you was something you'd never experienced before. You could see why he had been popular. Steve actually listened when you talked, like he was interested in you. It was depressingly refreshing.
You’d been telling him a story about work, offhandedly mentioning a top you were making when he stopped your story in its tracks. “So wait, you make your own clothes?” He looked pleasantly surprised.
“I mean, kinda. Not all of them. I make some of them. They don’t make cute clothes in my size so…” You shrugged it off like it didn’t matter, eyes on your plate, trying to ignore the admiration in his gaze as his jaw dropped. His eyes followed the slope of your shoulders to the dresses thin straps, one having fallen half down without you noticing. “I do it myself. Didn’t you know this when you asked for my help in the store?”
“Did you make this one?” Steve’s voice was almost reverent when he brought up your dress, ignoring your snark completely. He reached one hand towards you, impossibly delicate fingers sliding the strap back up your arm and into place. It must have only been a second before he was leaning back in his chair and popping a French fry into his mouth, but you felt like your world had stopped. You searched your cloudy brain for the answer to his question. You barely remembered what he asked.
“I altered it, yeah.” The only way you could describe the look on his face was dazzled, and you bit your lip, fingers itching to reach out and trace the planes of his face with your hands. You wanted him to look at you like this forever, like you were ethereal and special; you settled instead for shyly turning away. First date and all.
“You’re crazy talented. I was always thinking about where you got all your pretty little outfits, then I find out you make them?” Your heart squeezed at the idea of him, sitting in his car, or at home, thinking about the clothes you wore, wondering where you got them and keeping notes of your outfits; choosing a favorite. He shook his head in disbelief, eyes meeting yours again in cowed respect. “You’re really something.” And you knew he meant it.
“Yeah, well… you ever need something fitted, call me.” You winked, not catching the innuendo until Steve was already pouncing, smile turned wicked.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Oh my God, You’re such a perv.” You giggled, the happy glint in his eyes more than worth your slight embarrassment at the joke.
“I’m not hearing a no…”
“I’m hearing the complaints the mothers in the diner are filing against us right now…” you hummed, and Steve grimaced, glancing around while you admired the worry lines in his forehead, fighting the urge to lean over and smooth them with your thumb.
“Thank God the check already came then. Let’s get outta here.” He stood up while you laughed at him, already digging in his pockets for his wallet. You grabbed your purse and slid out of your chair, scrambling to find your own, wondering if he’d wanted you to offer to cover anything.
“I can pay for half-“
“Don’t even think about it.” He tossed a few bills on the table, sounding offended you had even offered. You let it go, deciding to save yourself the bickering since you knew he’d never let you pay. Steve’s hand found the small of your back again as he led you out, like it was just instinct, being protective. The thought sent jolts down your spine.
The diner had grown significantly quieter since you’d both arrived, but there were still a decent amount of full tables, and you appreciated the sudden wall of quiet when you both stepped outside. Evening had bled into night in the hours you’d spent with Steve, the hazy sun now completely gone, leaving behind a surprising chill despite the season.
You rubbed your arms quickly, trying to acclimate to the sudden cold, and of course, Steve noticed immediately. Even though you argued, since you would only be outside for as long as it took to walk to his car and get in, he still draped his leather overcoat over your shoulders, and when you caught a whiff of his cologne, and him underneath, you stopped complaining. The leather was soft from use, and you were careful not to scratch it with your nails while you gripped the lapels to keep it around your shoulders.
“Why do you even have a jacket? It was pretty warm earlier.” You asked, watching him fumble in his back pockets for his keys. He glanced at you for a second and the realization hit you. “You brought it just in case? For me?”
Smiling guiltily, he unlocked the doors. “Hey, don’t ever say Steve Harrington isn’t a romantic.”
Watching him walk around the car just to open your door for you, jogging so you wouldn’t open it yourself, you just shook your head. “How could I?” you breathed, and you knew there were obvious hearts in your eyes.
Steve didn’t comment, but you could see the smug look on his face when he helped you into the car-for a wild second you thought about kissing it off of him, he was just so pretty- but you waited until he climbed into the driver's seat to speak again, staring out the front window while he put the keys in the ignition.
“Next time, you’ll be wearing my jacket, Harrington.” You promised; something about the dark and quiet of the night outside made you drop your voice, more heated than you intended, and the blush that rose to his ears at your words made your chest swell with pride.
Steve bounced back to being perfect and charming, and for the entire drive home, he held your hand in his on the center console, a satisfied smile on his face.
The ride back was short, and too soon Steve was in your driveway, turning the car off, the only light coming from your old, orange porch bulb. He cleared his throat, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen when you pulled up.
“Let me walk you to the door.” It wasn’t a question; he was already unbuckling his seat belt and jumping out to open your door again. A part of you wanted to hop out before he could, just to tease him about how far he was going, but watching him jog around the front of the car just to impress you was far more rewarding. He offered you his hand wordlessly and you took it, letting him pull you out of the car.
Standing outside of your door, bathed in the warm flickering light, Steve was too pretty to look at, even though you wanted to burn the memory in your head. His skin looked tan and soft, brown eyes almost black in the shadow. You looked at your feet, toeing your heels into the mat under them.
“I had fun tonight, Sweetheart.” He says carefully, gauging your reaction, and you smile shyly, glancing back up at him. He’s not smiling, but he looks open and earnest. He’s waiting for you to respond, you realize, so you do.
“So did I.” You breathe, and his lip twitches. He takes a step towards you and you don’t move back, letting him start to slowly crowd your space on the porch. “Even if those kids wouldn’t shut up for like 30 minutes.” You joke, and he laughs, a short huff through his nose that stops as soon as it starts.
“Next time, we’ll go somewhere quieter, promise.” Despite his response to your ‘next time’ quip earlier, you had been dreading the chance that this was a one time thing, that he was being polite and a good date and after this he was going to realize you weren’t a cheap lay because of your weight, or get cold feet, exactly the way most of your pathetic romances ended. The idea that he wanted to see you again was unfamiliar and exciting.
“Next time?” Your voice was soft and vulnerable, and Steve looked at you like you were crazy.
“How else am I going to steal that jacket from you?” He took another step, and you had to crane your neck to look up at his serious expression. One of his hands came up, hesitating before resting delicately on your face, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing lines over your cheek. “I’m committed to the idea, now.”
You hummed, closing your eyes as he continued to ghost his fingers over your features. The feeling was indescribable. “Oh well, you’ll need it when I never give this one back.” You pulled the lapels of his jacket again, and instead of responding he moved his hand from your jaw to the nape of your neck, gently guiding you towards him.
You panicked, suddenly unsure if you were even ready for a simple goodnight kiss, let alone a make out session on your porch, but he was impossibly slow and gentle while he pulled you towards him, and you opened your eyes when you felt his lips in your hair, one hand on the curve of your neck and the other rubbing soothing circles into your soft hip. He pulled away just enough to murmur into your hairline, lips indulgent and sweet,
“You can take whatever you want, pretty girl.” he sounded hoarse and wanting, and it nearly took your breath away. All of your willpower -and remembering your best friend was still upstairs, waiting- was barely enough to convince you to untangle yourself from him, but you did. He kissed your forehead one more time before finally letting you slip inside, still wrapped snugly in his coat. “I’ll call you.” He said gently as you crossed the threshold. You giggled.
“Yeah, I know.”
Watching his car make its way down the street from your bedroom window, Claire shutting off the lights and settling in for the nights gossip session, you knew all you’d have taken was him.
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