#w everyone who reads this i love u MWAH!!!!
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here’s the thing. the absolute joy and wonder i feel whenever someone tells me they came across ahb! and are now taking an art history course / majoring in art next year / went to their local art museum for the first time in ages is exponential. when yall send me your favorite artworks and tell me about them or tell me you went to x museum to see x painting mentioned in ahb??? it’s just so so wonderful. because never did i think something i wrote out of love for art and love for art history would lead anyone else to research art or talk about it or seek it out for themselves and that’s so much more than i could ever imagine would come out of a very timid first attempt at creative writing/fandom involvement.
i wrote it out of love and y’all have all reciprocated that love tenfold and ran with it to talk about art and explore it and share it with me and those around you. and it’s just been a very special incredible thing that makes me emosh. :,)
#i feel like …i am not articulating this well enough and also i’ve said similar sentiments before but#i cannot thank everyone enough who has ever had a kind word to say or interesting fact to share or art to talk about with lil ole me#it truly outshines all the blegh bleh bLEGH that makes me want 2 rant and rail or cry abt#like ppl can be mean abt ahb! + hate her but that will never be me !! bc someone w much kinder eyes read it + found their favorite painting#and that is so much more than enough for me#and this is a reminder for me for sure!!#🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 there’s so much love and light !!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and it’s so wonderful#so this is a thank u and a love letter all in one xx MWAH#love you all more than life#art heist baby!
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TRY ME — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐
summary. you push your sweet boyfriend a little too far when you threaten to fuck his business partner at dinner. he decides to show both you and mingyu who you belong to.
wc. 4.3k
warnings. [PLEASE READ] established relationship. subby brat!reader, hard dom/brat tamer!cheol, car s2x. heavy degradation (use of bitch), sir kink, light choking, jealousy & possessiveness, dumb!fication, praise, heavy pet name use, unprotected s2x, edging, phone call w/ gyu during s2x, mentions of fucking mingyu several times (oops), male masturbation (mingyu is kind of a voyeur?), creamp!e — MINORS DNI 18+
note. mingyu is always at the scene of the crime, i fear. he kinda got fucked over in this tho, i apologize </3 i’ll make it up to him soon. ANYWAY @jeonghantis i love u, thank u for reading this over and being my biggest supporter 🩵
your feedback is sooo important to me, so comments and rbs are greatly appreciated <3333 mwah, enjoy :p
“did you have a good time acting like a needy little whore?” seungcheol grits, hands gripping the steering wheel of his car harshly. you can practically see the skin of his knuckles losing color thanks to the dim street lights shining through his car.
you sigh, shrugging, “could’ve had more fun if you’d fucked me like i asked.” your words were nothing if not nonchalant. you kept a cool front, but he knew you were acting like this to purposefully push his buttons.
“and you could’ve waited till we got home, but you’re incapable of being good, aren’t you?” you could tell he was getting angrier by the second. he wouldn’t look at you, the tips of his ears were burning red, and he was huffing out nearly every breath. “you just had to embarrass me in front of all of my colleagues?”
you laugh humorlessly, “i would barely consider that as embarrassing. besides, it’s not my fault you couldn’t handle it.”
he scoffs incredulously, finally turning his head to look at you. “handle what? your hand rubbing my dick at the dinner table or slobbering all over my business partner like some bitch in heat when i denied you?” his question makes you bite your lip because, of course, it’s rhetorical. he knows you well enough to recognize you were doing both for his undivided attention.
you flash a smile at him and he shakes his head, averting his attention back to the road. admittedly, he loves it when you get like this, all bratty and overly confident– but, god, you could be such a piece of work.
but you’re almost positive that you love his possessiveness more than he loves when you’re a brat. your usually-cute boyfriend can be so fucking sexy when he wants to be.
“mingyu could’ve fucked me in the bathroom, cheollie, you didn’t need to make us all leave early ‘cus of that.” your lips turn down in a faux pout. “bet he would’ve had a blast and you would’ve gotten all your little clients to make deals with you– could’ve been a win for all of us, no?”
you speak with a substantial amount of confidence laced in your words that it has him throbbing in his slacks out of jealousy and anger and burning desire to make you eat your words. he’s just about had it, ready to pull over and fuck you on the roof of his car. “better shut that pretty little mouth of yours.” he spits. “i’m not fucking playing with you, baby.”
you giggle at the warning, stomach churning with excitement and ruined panties soaking further. “or what? gonna pull over? fuck me like you own me?” you tease, hands gripping the ends of your dress as you shift in the excruciating puddle you’re sitting in.
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he holds back a groan, cock twitching because he knows he would. he’d honestly love to. he’d love to fuck you like you’re his little slut– make you cry and apologize for nearly ruining his night.
you shrug, “maybe… but i know you won’t though. maybe i should call gyu, i’m sure he’d fuck me anywhere i wanted. i mean, did you see him? he was so ready to just take me on the table in front of everyone when i asked him.” you feign sadness with a sigh and frown. “you’d never do that– you’re so cruel sometimes, cheollie.”
“mingyu couldn’t handle you.”
“so? it’s obvious you can’t either…” you lie because you know damn well it was you who couldn’t handle seungcheol. not the other way around. “you proved that at dinner.”
he scoffs. “is that so?” you’ve finally set him off. so much so that he’s deterring from his original route home. instead, you notice that he’s pulling into the next deserted lot he sees and parking his car.
he turns off the engine, snapping his head to see you under the harsh lamp post lighting with your pupils blown out and your thighs squeezed together. “get in the back.” he demands, voice hard and stern.
you realize you have him right where you want him, yet you tease anyway. he always fucks you the best when you’re on your absolute worst behavior.
when you don’t move, sitting there staring at him with a small smile on your face and thighs rubbing together slightly, his voice drops an octave. “pretty girl, you better do what i said and get in the back. told you i’m not fucking playing around anymore.”
you shiver, pussy flooding at his voice. you undo your seatbelt but you don’t move any further than that. you’re having a hard time keeping the bratty facade when all your body wants is to submit to him, but you get your next words out somehow. “make me.” you grin, eyes dark with lust and desire.
his jaw ticks at your reply, evidently unhappy with your lack of manners. surely, he didn’t hear you correctly so he cocks his head and utters out, “excuse me?”
you lean in over the center console, hand on his thigh much like it was a couple hours prior at the dinner table. “i said, make me.”
and he did. make you, that is. everything after that was a blur that had your head spinning– you remember some things like how he wrapped his large hand around your throat and how he practically forced you into the backseat as you smiled cheekily at him. you remember how he pressed his lips to your ear while he had your face down and ass up, sweetly whispering ‘cherry’ against it to remind you of your safe word. you couldn’t forget how he ripped your favorite lace panties in half before pushing his fat cock into you.
now he’s fucking you stupid, slamming into you with brute force from behind with one hand holding your wrists against your back and the other on your head, pushing your hot face deeper into the more cool leather.
“this what you wanted? wanted me to be mean to you? wanted me to fuck you and treat you like some cheap whore?” he spits. “it is, isn’t it? pissing me off turns you on?”
you choke on a whine at his words and when you don’t give him a verbal response, he topples over you, drilling himself deeper into your tight cunt, hot breath fanning against your face. “i’m getting a bit tired of you not answering when i ask you a question, baby.” he growls and you swear your eyes roll back at his animalistic-like energy.
“yes,” you get out, choked and breathy.
he shakes his head, gritting, “yes what?”
“y-yes, sir… i wanted this.” you submit whimpering out your words as you’re on the brink of ecstasy. you even think you’re starting to drool on his seats, and cheol notices, of course, but he doesn’t have it in him to reprimand you. especially not when you look this fucked out all for him.
he coos, lips brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder blade. “good girl,” he praises condescendingly. “so pretty when you’re being good f’me.”
cheol has learned, after months of being with you, that his cock always puts you back in your place. it always turns you into his sweetest, respectful, all-around good girl even though sometimes, like tonight, you don’t deserve it.
“and what about mingyu, hmm? what would he think if he saw you taking my cock like a slut in the backseat of my car?” his cock twitches at his own question because, yeah, he’d love for people to see you crying– drooling– for him and his dick.
you can’t be bothered to think about mingyu when all you can think about is his cock filling you to the brim, hitting all the spots that make you weak. you moan out something incomprehensible about how you ‘don’t care,’ and how you ‘wanna cum.’
seungcheol lets out an airy chuckle, head spinning from the way your gummy walls always hug him so tight. “no? you don’t wanna fuck him now?”
“n-never did! just you!” you pant, clenching around him as you grow closer and closer with every thrust.
an animalistic noise bubbles up in the back of his throat before he spits, “that’s ‘cuz you’re just my pretty little bitch, right?”
your eyes roll and your jaw goes slack as you try to nod your head in agreement. “god, yes. ‘m yours.”
“that’s right.” he lets out a soft moan when you tighten around him, “ is my baby close?”
“yes! yes, sir, ‘m so close!” you sob, desperately pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “gonna cum,” your warning makes cheol stop as he bites back a groan.
“hold it.” he demands and when you let out a miserable cry, he simply shushes you. “‘m sorry, princess, but i can’t always give you what you want, especially not when you’ve been a slutty brat all night– you know that.”
“‘m sorry! ‘m so so so sorry. please keep fucking me. please, please let me cum– i’ll do anything!” you desperately weep, tears free falling, soon to mix with the puddle of drool you’ve left on the seat. you have no pride or shame left as you attempt to push yourself back on to him.
seungcheol smiles triumphantly at the mess he’s reduced you to. he almost feels like his actions are sadistic and, usually, he’d feel bad. usually.
he would never deliberately prolong your orgasm especially after you beg like that, but fuck, you’ve really got him in a mood tonight. acting the way you did tonight… that definitely accounts for some type of punishment.
so his long arm reaches to grab his phone from the center console of his car all the while he’s still fully sheathed inside of your pulsing cunt. his voice drops another octave when his question comes out, “how bad do you wanna cum?”
you’re startled by his deep voice that seems to hold even more dominance than it did moments prior. a shiver runs its way through your body and you stutter out your response. “s-so bad, sir, wanna cum for you so bad.”
“mmm, and you’ll do anything to do so, yeah?”
“yes! anything… please.”
the desperation in your voice evokes a shaky breath from him. he loves you when you’re a menace, but when you’re like this? all fucked out, drooling, and begging for his cock? it nearly turns him into a mess. regardless, no matter how much of a bratty front you put up– no matter how bent out of shape your attitude gets– he’ll always fuck you back into place. you’re at his mercy. you both know it.
“alright, baby,” he starts gently, releasing his grip on your wrist using the free hand to ghost over the skin of your ass before grabbing a handful and massaging the flesh. “can you get on your hands for me?”
you nod eagerly, clenching around him instinctively at how quickly his demeanor can change. you do as he says, weakly moving your body till you’re on all fours with his dick still enveloped in your heat.
cheol unlocks his phone with his free hand, searching for his recent contacts. he places the phone next to your hand and you furrow your eyebrows at the action.
the words ‘kim mingyu’ read on the screen and he smirks when you crane your head to look back at him.
“w-what… what do you want me to do?” you stutter, though you’re sure you don’t really want to hear the answer to your question.
his heavy hands continue to knead at your ass while he responds, voice barely above a whisper, “apologize to mingyu and i’ll let you cum.”
“but… won’t he… won’t he know what we’re doing?” you try to reason, but seungcheol knows. he knows that mingyu will know the second you utter your first word to him.
that’s why he’s dead set on doing this. he needs mingyu to hear you getting wrecked on his cock– needs mingyu to know that you are his.
“don’t worry about that, baby. you’ll call him anyway, won’t you?” he slowly pulls an inch out of you before pushing back in, just barely fucking you.
you whimper, nodding your head, “okay, okay. i will.”
“good girl.” he praises, reveling in the way you tighten around him.
your hand shakily presses the call button and you watch his name reappear on the dimmed screen. you press the speaker button and the sound of rings fill the car, but it doesn’t take long before he answers, his strained voice filling the silence.
“hello?” mingyu asks, clearing his throat.
“hey mingyu,” cheol greets and you feel your entire body heat and tense up, a sharp exhale leaving your lips. “did you get home alright?”
“cheol…” you whimper lowly to keep the man on the phone from figuring you out but end up wincing at the tightening grip on your ass. you take it as a warning, biting your lip to keep from saying anymore.
you tune out the conversation, trying to think of anything else but the burning fire in the pit of your tummy and the fact that cheol’s on the phone with his business partner whom you threatened to call up and fuck a mere 20 minutes ago.
it isn’t until he slowly starts moving that you push your face into the leather seats to mask a whine– though it obviously doesn’t work much because you’re sure mingyu is well aware that you’re… present.
“yeah, she’s here,” seungcheol smiles wickedly to himself as he replies to mingyu asking the obvious. “actually that’s why i called. she wanted to talk you– apologize for what happened earlier– isn’t that right, Y/N?”
you whimper again, suddenly changing your mind and shaking your head ‘no.’ this is way too embarrassing.
cheol can’t resist the chuckle that comes out of his mouth. you’re cute. cute in the way your body betrays you when your pussy clenches tightly around him at the offer. cute when you say you don’t want to when your body says the exact opposite.
“gimme a sec,” he says as his hand moves to press the mute button. “c’mon, don’t you wanna cum, baby?” he coos, snapping his hips against your ass at a steady pace.
“i do!.. i do, b-but he’s gonna know if y-you keep going.” you pant. “‘n i-i can’t talk to him like this.”
“oh, well maybe you should’ve thought of that, baby,” he says and you can hear the faux pout in his words. “if you wanna finish, you’ll have to apologize to him for being such a needy little thing all night.”
you shudder and nod defeatedly as seungcheol continues to thrust in and out of you. your hand moves to unmute the phone, taking a shaky inhale before you speak.
you try your best to sound as normal as possible, but your words still come out breathy and stuttered, “h-hello,”
“Y/N?” mingyu calls, voice lilting a bit out of surprise.
you involuntarily clench again at how taboo this whole situation is. how is cheol so okay with this? how will he ever face mingyu again? you know for a fact you won’t be able to without thinking about cheol’s cock stretching you out, but… then again, maybe that’s exactly what seungcheol wants.
“hi, gyu,” you greet, the nickname loosely slipping past your lips. you feel seungcheol’s hands grip at your waist again. rougher this time. like he wants to tell you something– stop being so friendly– just with his actions.
your eyes screw shut and your teeth dig into the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip to omit the whiny sound from leaving your lips.
it doesn’t go unheard, of course. you can practically hear your boyfriend’s smirk when mingyu asks, “are… are you okay?”
you laugh breathily, a whine dying on the tip of your tongue when seungcheol moves a bit faster. “yeah! no, i’m good! i-i’m great.” you just need to get this apology over with so you can hang up and finally get what you want. “listen, gyu, i– oh, fuck.”
clearly, seungcheol couldn’t let it be that easy, slamming into you like he was minutes earlier. the tip of his cock rams into your sweet spot and you find yourself barely holding on, seconds away from crumbling if he doesn’t let up.
mingyu’s mouth runs dry and you know he’s finally pieced it all together when he exhales sharply, “Y/N? are you sure you’re okay?”
seungcheol rolls his eyes. he topples over you again, plush lips pressing against one of your heated ears, “answer him.”
“yes, yes…” you pant. “i-i wanted… to say sorry.”
“tell him why you’re sorry.” cheol’s hot breath fans against your ear again. his thrusts don’t falter in this process, effectively hitting your spot over and over and over.
it’s driving you crazy. beyond crazy, honestly. it’s driving you absolutely mad. so mad that you don’t even care about the sob that comes out of your mouth when you apologize to mingyu again.
“‘m sorry! sorry for ruining dinner ‘n sorry for being needy and ask– fuck– asking you to fuck me to- to rile cheol up.” you cry, tears slipping down your face as the knot in your tummy gets tighter and tighter. “i’m so sorry, please. please forgive me.”
seungcheol smiles against your ear, biting back a chuckle at your desperation. he knows the apology was more for him than mingyu.
mingyu shudders straight into the mic before stuttering, “Y/N… it’s… fine, please–”
“cheol,” you sob, cutting him off and it startles both seungcheol and the man on the phone. it’s apparent that you’ve lost the ability to be discreet and your boyfriend takes pride that he and his cock are the reason for that.
but it’s when you cry out the other man’s name– a whiny ‘gyu’– that his jaw sets and his teeth grind together.
“so fucking dirty,” cheol spits, sitting back up. his hips snap against your ass vigorously and it’s like both of you have forgotten about poor mingyu who’s still on the line and now hearing every word– every little thing. “moaning out his name while i’m fucking you like this? you really want him to know how much of a slut you are?”
mingyu lets out a muffled groan into his phone, hand slipping to palm at his clothed cock– which has been all hard and achy since you whispered into his ear at dinner– his other clamped over his mouth. he’s trying to keep his sounds at bay, trying to fight the moan that bubbles up in the back of his dry throat, but his name falling from your pretty lips like that? it’s making it impossible.
he knows the two of you have forgotten all about him because he can hear the vulgar words his partner spits and the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against what he presumes to be your unbelievably soaked cunt. it’s driving him nuts. you’ve been driving him nuts all fucking night.
and it’s true. you and seungcheol pay no mind to the phone– you’re too busy losing your mind and cheol is too busy making it happen– it’s like he doesn’t even exist.
your walls hug his cock tightly and it elicits a deep chuckle from the man behind you. “look at that. you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” he says breathily. “just like you’re made to take my cock. isn’t that right, baby? made just for me?”
you respond with a moan, arms giving out on you as you return to your previous position– one arm limply hanging off the seat while the other grips at the door’s cup holder– your face buried into the leather seat.
seungcheol doesn’t tolerate that response, though, hand lacing into your hair and pulling your face off the seat. “answer me,” he grits, roughly tugging at your locks. “or i’m pulling out.”
you panic at the thought of being left all high and dry, incessantly shaking your head in his tight grip. “y-yes, sir, yes! for you– made for you.” you sob in a mix of pain and pleasure, back arching while his cock finally hits your cervix. “cheol– cheol, i’m– fuck, ‘m gonna cum! p-please, can i?”
and it’s when mingyu hears seungcheol’s given name– when it’s followed by your desperate pleas for release– that he can’t hold it in anymore, letting out a loud, drawn out moan. he’s quick when pulling his cock out of his slacks, spitting into his palm, and working himself rather aggressively. it’s like he’s chasing his own release, too.
seungcheol grunts in confusion at the deep moans, but then it comes back to him. mingyu never hung up. an evil smirk plays onto his plush lips, “oh-ho, you hear that, sweet girl? sounds like gyu stuck around to hear you cum all over my cock.”
and mingyu moans again, a hushed, “fuck,” slipping past his lips. you can almost hear how fast his hand moves, how unbelievably eager he is.
your boyfriend moans, giving you sharper thrusts. he pants out his next words, “that’s so dirty, mingyu… didn’t know you were into that.”
and mingyu wants to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he can’t form the words when all he can think about is the sound of your pornographic moans and how he’s needily bucking into his tight fist, wishing he was in seungcheol’s position.
you, on the other hand, could care less that mingyu is on the other side of the line, truly. you’re practically at your breaking point, and if you don’t release sometime soon, you may break.
“cheol, please– please, please, i-i can’t–” you gasp out, pussy tightening around him and squeezing him for all he’s worth. “oh, my god, i’m–”
seungcheol shushes you, “‘s alright, baby, you can cum in a sec.”
and just as you’re about to let go, cheol’s hand grabs at his whiny phone and ends the call, sending mingyu to what you presume is his doom.
“i’m the only one who gets to have you like this.” he grunts, hips stuttering a bit. you can tell he’s close, too. the way he huffs out his words and his movements get sloppy. “cum for me, baby, come on.” he whispers.
and you do. your orgasm, powerful and blinding, washes over you seconds after he gives you the okay. your body convulses and your back arches as the knot finally unravels in your tummy. your eyes roll, jaw dropping and letting out the loudest cry of his name.
“fuck, that’s it, baby. that’s my fuckin’ girl.” he coaxes, fucking you through your orgasm, though your vice-like cunt makes it nearly impossible. “gonna fill you up just like you need, yeah? just take it all for me.”
you whine, still recovering from your euphoric high, yet you still give him a broken nod.
he groans loudly, giving you a few more hard thrusts before he’s nestling himself deep and stilling inside of you. his cock twitches and, before you know it, warm cum floods your pussy, effectively filling you up just as he promised.
the post-orgasm haze lingers over both of you for a while, but seungcheol is the first to speak up, a twinge of guilt filling him when he sees you’re still shuddering and twitching underneath him.
his voice hoarse, “baby, are you good? was i too rough?”
“mmm, ‘m good, i liked it. you’re so hot.” you mindlessly admit, words breathy and muffled.
he scoffs, hand soothing over your body. he’s always so soft after he fucks you regardless of how mad or upset he is. “so you did all of it on purpose, hm?” he asks knowingly and when you give him a sleepy giggle, he rolls his eyes. “you’re annoying.”
“it was worth it… it felt so good, cheollie,” you admit. “hope you’re not too mad, you know you’re the only one for me.” the reassurance slips from your lips and seungcheol can tell it’s genuine.
“baby, you know you can just be normal and ask if you want to be fucked like that, right?”
“it’s more fun this way,” you tell him, shameless with your words. “i literally thought i was going to cum when you ripped my panties. i’m serious, you’re so fucking hot.”
he snickers at your blunt words, “i think you’re still cockdrunk, baby. come on, i’ll clean you up and we can go home. think i got some napkins in here.”
you sigh, nodding your head, “can we roll the windows down? smells like sex in here.”
he laughs, taking in the fact that it is now stuffy in his precious, fogged up car, but you were right. it was so worth it. the sex was just as good for him as it was for you, if not better.
when he pulls out, he makes sure your ass is still raised up so his seed doesn’t spill out as quickly to avoid the mess it’ll make while he scavenges for napkins in the glove box. he does eventually get you cleaned up, handling you gently and whispering about how well you did, much like he does every other time.
once you’re clean, he gets you to turn and look at him. he smiles at your disheveled state, “well, you look like you had the time of your life.” he says sarcastically.
“i did, actually.” you say as a matter-of-factly. “i feel kinda bad for mingyu, though… i didn’t want him to get caught in the crossfire.”
cheol rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “he’ll be fine, i’ll text him right now.”
when seungcheol grabs his phone that now resides on the floor of his car, he sees that there are already a few missed texts from mingyu.
“he said he’s fine.” seungcheol assures, though you can tell by the smug smirk on his face that mingyu most definitely did not say it was fine. “don’t worry about him.”
kim mingyu
hello?!
???
dude
not cool.
choi seungcheol
sorry, man. call dropped. see you monday.
kim mingyu
??????
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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader
CHAPTER SIX: ALL TOMORROW'S PARTIES
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✦ summary: in which the truth about steve's party is revealed and eddie leaves reader another note (wc: 8.6k+)
✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, arguments, FIST FIGHT?!?, HUGE WARNING FOR BRUISES AND AN ABSIVE RELATIONSHIP!!!, mention of bruises, mention of shoving someone, BILLY IS ABSIVE, if this content makes you uncomfortable lmk so i can make a summary of it, or just skip the flash back (but its like half of the chapter>:() chrissy is horrible, BILLY is even more horrible, chrissy says some classist shit!!, eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed
✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader
✦ authors note — @andvys ily thank u for always being so helpful w everything i hope u like this chapter bb!! not proof-read srry ignore mistakes !! and as i said this is a heavy chapter so lmk if any of u need a summary on the flashback. and im so sorry for making chrissy such a villain i actually rlly love her characterr >:(
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FIVE YEARS AGO.STEVE’S PARTY.
Twenty minutes.
You’ve been waiting in line for the bathroom at Steve’s stupid party for the last twenty minutes. Even plenty of people ahead of you had frustratedly groaned and left by now.
But you weren’t going to give up that easy.
A muffled string of curses filtered through the door before she turned the lock. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a glimpse of Chrissy's face.
She gave you a slight smile, and cluelessly, your face lit up. “Oh, thank god! Can you please let me in, I left my jacket in there.” You giggled, words tangled to each other as you made a clumsy attempt to slip past her, but she closed the door further.
With furrowed brows, you looked up at her. “Uh, I’m busy in here,” She giggled nervously, head tilting towards the side. “Oh,” You murmured.
“OH!” The realization was slow to hit you. She was with someone. You started grinning childishly. “Who’s the lucky guy?” You quipped your brows excitedly, causing Chrissy to stammer.
You tried to pry open the door, brows still wiggling but Chrissy didn’t let you, mumbling something about being embarrassed. “Oh, come on, Chrissy…” You murmured, still grappling with her to open the door.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about—” you began with a childlike giggle, attempting to open the door even wider.
Your giggles were quick to die down when the door fell open, no words dared to come out of your lips as you finally saw who Chrissy was with.
Billy.
Soberness overcame you just at the sight of Billy’s disheveled hair, and Chrissy’s swollen plump lips.
Your best friend and your boyfriend.
Your eyes blinked rapidly, desperately wishing it was all a hallucination. The reality of the situation was slow to hit you, your vision blurred uncontrollably, throat tightening, and causing you to feel stuck, almost paralyzed.
With a gulp, you were quick to take a step back, ignoring them calling your name as you turned back, forgetting all about the jacket you were supposed to get back when your legs felt so wobbly. You could hear the chatter outside the door get louder, everyone else taking a peak at what just happened. The whispers and gasps of everyone around you felt like mocking echoes.
You didn’t even know what to feel first. Anger? Jealousy? Sadness? Embarrassment?
It was a mix of all four and your chest hurts, tears welled up in your eyes, burning down your cheeks as your breaths came in shallow gasps, you couldn’t make any sense of it, and you couldn’t fucking understand it.
You felt it, felt betrayal like a physical sensation, like there was a void in your chest. And you could sense that Billy was running after you, trying to catch up to you, but you resisted the temptation to slow down, your anger acting as a protective shield.
“Baby, I swear nothing happened.” He exclaimed, desperation lacing his voice. Your eyes rolled instinctively, head tuning out the words that were too little, too late.
“Please, just listen to me she kissed me I didn’t! I tried to push her off—” You shouldn’t turn around, you definitely shouldn’t turn around and give him that satisfaction.
But you do.
“For twenty minutes?!? You tried to push her off for twenty fucking minutes?” You yell back bitterly.
“It isn’t what you think, please just let me explain!”
“Twenty fucking minutes, Billy!” You spat, pain quick to turn into anger. “Do you really think I’m that dumb?” Your fingers discarded your hair in anger, everything you knew to be true wasn’t anymore.
You knew what you had with Billy was fucked up, it wasn’t a normal nor a healthy relationship, but it was familiar and you were used to it, used to him. A relationship with this many ups and downs became your version of normalcy, even though it shouldn’t have.
No matter what happened, you thought he loved you, all those promises he whispered into your ear while you slept comfortably on his chest, all the times he murmured that he loved you, that he could never imagine being with anyone else, a whole fucking lie.
And it hurt.
Because you knew how hard it would be to walk away from this. You knew you couldn’t break away from him. You needed something to desperately pull you away. Show you that you deserved better than this.
No one would love you more than he did. He told you that a thousand times because it was true. He would do anything and everything for you. And you didn’t know why that enticed you, why being in such a fucked up situation hurt you in the best way possible, like an intoxicating yet destructive obsession.
And anyway, why would anyone even love you? You were a mess, a fuck up, nothing you did ever amounted to anything, and you knew that, you knew you were destined to be this way, to be with someone who constantly hurt you. Nothing you could do would be enough to get you out of the mess that was your mind.
“I would never do that to you, never.” His eyes were glossy, mirroring yours, you could tell when he lied to you, and this wasn’t one of those times. And you hated that your gaze softened with that because you wanted to believe him.
You knew he was flirty, you knew that the second you started dating Billy; from the countless times he flirted with the waitress when he took you to dinner, how he always got a little too close with the female lifeguards, how he charmed all the moms in Hawkins with a slight wink, it was a script you knew all too well. And you kept your mouth shut, tolerated it, only because he always brushed it off as nothing.
You didn’t mind it because he loved you, he told you he did, and you believed him. The countless arguments, the accidental bruises, name-callings, punches in the wall, you forgave it all. Because he loved you, he told you that love made him this way, it made him this insane and angry. And you let him make you believe that his erratic behavior was love, until today.
Because this was different, this was Chrissy. Your supposed best friend. Yes, Billy probably didn’t start making out with her, but he surely wasn’t eager to finish it either.
The betrayal cut deeper than any argument or bruise; it was a wound inflicted by the two people you believed loved you unconditionally.
You let out a sarcastic chuckle, arms crossing against your chest as you could feel your face burn up with anger, tears drying out. “You are something else,” you uttered, disappointment and resentment flavoring your words.
“I don’t want to ever see you again, Billy, and I fucking mean it.”
“Calm down,” he whispered, a feeble attempt to pacify you.
“No! I am not going to fucking ‘calm down’. You—you fucking cheated on me w-with Chrissy!” Your voice wavered, and you hated it, your anger wasn’t powerful enough to wash away the pain you felt, and tears were stinging your eyes again.
“Jesus how many times do I have to tell you she fucking kissed me! I-I didn’t fuckin’ cheat!” He defended but you shook your head. “And, anyway, didn’t you fucking kiss that freak?”
A lump formed in your throat, a bitter taste accompanying the memory. Yes, you did. But it was after one of your infamous breaks with Billy, the two of you were broken up. Eddie and you promised each other that it was nothing, that it would just complicate things between the two of you. And you knew, if Billy ever found out about it, he would not leave it alone, he wouldn’t let you hang out with him. He would mess with him till no end. And you didn’t want Eddie involved in it. Ever.
“I told you we didn’t!” You lied through your teeth, it didn’t matter now. What you did could never compare to what he fucking did. Ever. But you were starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, Chrissy spreading that rumor was not an accident, at all.
Anger simmered, building like a storm inside you. “Don’t try to shift the blame on me, you fucking kissed her!”
“I didn’t—”
“Did you not fucking kiss her back you asshole?” You interrupted, the surge of anger propelling you forward. Your hands found his shoulders, pushing him roughly. Billy stammered, opening his mouth to speak. “I-I only for like a minute, then I fuckin’ pulled away, I swear!” He defended himself, making you huff angrily.
“It’s over, Billy.” You muttered, gaze meeting his.
“I mean it.” You added, his sympathetic gaze was quick to turn cold, and it made you feel uneasy, how comfortable he was going from gentle to rough so quickly.
His lips twisted into a cynical skepticism, “for how long this time? Eight hours? Two fucking days? A week?” There was that lump in your throat again. Billy didn’t believe that you could leave him, and you felt that tight, unexplainable feeling sink into your chest, he thought you’d stay with him no matter what, like a fucking object that he could do whatever he wants to. It’s sickeningly insulting, your hand raises to slap him, but he’s faster.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” His harsh grip on your wrist hurts, but what hurts more is the fresh bruise he left on your forearm two days ago, another fight that got too grabby.
“L-let me go,” you embarrassingly begged, wincing at his relentless grip. Your face scrunched with pain, eyes squeezing shut. The tenderness of the bruise made the slightest touch unbearable.
His hand twisted your wrist further, harsh hold squeezing more tears out of you than you realized. “B-billy,” you begged, again. Only then, Billy noticed your discomfort, swallowing hard before reluctantly releasing your arm. An emptiness replaced his hold, and your vision blurred as you tried to reassure yourself, fingertips gently tracing the purplish bruise.
“D-does forever work?” It comes out as a whisper, words tangling to each other when you recollect yourself from him, still trying to find the broken pieces he scattered, leaving without another word.
And he didn’t bother to run after you, watching your figure leave while guilt set in, the sight of that purple blotch on your arm, how you flinched at any contact, the way you closed up during arguments, it was all because of him. All because he couldn’t fucking help himself; his anger or his need for control.
He doesn’t escape the cycle.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you walked away, tears streaming down your face. Your hands shook as you wiped them away, the weight of everything breaking free in a flood of sobs.
You immediately make your way to the drink stand, praying to whatever god there is that no one else can perceive you for the rest of the night so that you can drown in your sorrows and drink all of it away.
You barely registered Chrissy approaching you between sobs and the harsh scoop of the 'pure fire,' as Steve called it, into the red cup clutched in your fists. “Can I talk to you?” Her voice, when it finally reached your ears, felt mocking, and carried a giddy undertone that enraged you more and more.
“No,” you scoffed, refusing to entertain the idea, turning your attention back to the sorrowful task of filling your cup.
“Come on, take a chill pill,” she attempted to joke, her usual signature line falling flat. Your glare, sharp as the knives you felt in your back, met her with anger. She huffed a sigh of breath.
“Please I’m sorry, just let me talk—”
“What the fuck do you want to talk about, huh?” You set the cup down harshly, the impact of it had the drink sloshing all over the surface, “the fact that you tried to kiss my boyfriend?” you interrupted with a spiteful look.
Her wavering sympathy dissipated at your accusation, eyes turning cold as she furrowed her brows. “What?” she hissed. “Tried? Is that what he told you?” She scoffed.
Your face scrunched. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You spat back, you didn’t care if your words hurt her in the slightest, your thoughts were purely consumed by her betrayal.
“Excuse me?” Chrissy’s eyes narrowed.
“Jesus, Pinky are you really that fucking gullible?” She asked tilting her head almost mockingly.
“Or do you really think that highly of yourself?” Your mouth struggled to open, heart dropped to your stomach when you realized she didn’t even care.
“We were in that bathroom for twenty minutes, use your imagination.” That goddamn smirk curved on her lips, and you knew you have never felt this amount of pain before, it was insulting, to ever think you called her your friend.
“Oh, you are such a fucking-” You could feel your blood boiling, almost ready to attack her, your drunken haze giving you enough courage.
But her annoying tone interrupted you, “Did you really think you were perfect? That you were enough for Billy?”
“What did you think? That he would want a fucking charity case like you?” The tears pooled your eyes again, but you weren’t going to let her see it, so you held them in, clenching your fists as your breath caught in your throat. All of her insults became a deafening background noise to your ears. “Newsflash, Pinky you have junkies for parents. You’re too messed up. Even for Billy.”
The heat rushed to your cheeks at the last insult, earning a visceral reaction because of how cruel she was. Disgust and anger overtook your senses quicker than you intended them to, you felt small, and so fucking stupid.
Regret gnawed at you – You should’ve never let her in. You should’ve never let her comfort you. You should’ve never told her anything. It was all your fucking fault. For trusting anyone that came in your way.
Just because you wanted to feel loved, just because you wanted to fill that void that your parents left. And it was so ironic, considering they couldn’t give two shits about you, yet your deepest wound would always be them.
“You’re so fucking pathetic, Chrissy.” You spat, masking all of your emotions. You had mastered it at this point. You didn’t care what she said about you, she could keep her mouth running, because she was dead to you. Maybe you could’ve forgiven her for the whole Billy thing because fuck him too, he was no saint, right?
But making fun of your parents was one line she couldn’t cross.
“You’re more fit for that trailer trash freak.” Scratch that. Making fun of Eddie was one line she couldn’t fucking cross. Eddie. She couldn’t breathe near him if she wanted to, she didn’t deserve it.
Your teeth grounded together, and fury fueled your rise to your feet. “Don’t ever call him that again.” The words slipped between gritted teeth, the realization of how close you had walked to her only dawned as you unintentionally cornered her.
She looked taken aback, brows pinched together. “What are you gonna do? Go all trailer trash on me too?” She chuckled, annoyingly loud.
You shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.
But she also shouldn’t have insulted Eddie.
You are ready to lunge at her, feet planted closer as your hands are formed as fists at your side, and just as you’re about to take another step, a harsh arm yanked you away. Seconds away from getting that satisfaction, and just like that, you’re ripped away from it.
“What the—” You turned swiftly to see the culprit, as you harshly shook off the hold on you, your bruises still hurt, causing loud whines to part from your lips.
Steve.
Chrissy was back in your face, mocking laughter dancing in her eyes. “God, you’re predictable.” The laughter stung, and the pressure of your anger almost built up in your jaw.
“Fuck you, you stupid—” You try again. No luck. Of course, Steve, with an unyielding grip, dragged you away.
Chrissy walked past, reveling in the scorned look etched on your face. She paused, turning with a smirk. “Oh, and next time you get a ‘freak accident’, make sure you don’t forget your jacket.” She pointed toward the fresh bruise on your forearm, courtesy to Billy who grabbed you a little too hard during another heated argument. Then she threw the jacket right next to you, on the floor landing with a mocking thud as she left with an irritating cackle.
Impressively, Steve picked it up while maintaining his hold on you. “Let me go!” Your almost-scream echoed, his hands were unintentionally grazing the tender bruise, and it fucking hurt.
Only when he knew Chrissy was out of sight did he release his grip, and you shook him off with an exasperated huff.
“What the fuck?!?” You questioned, gaze burning with fury.
“Right back at you, what the fuck was that, Pinky?” He asked, tone more concerned than angry.
“Nothing,” you muttered. It was such an obvious lie that Steve rolled his eyes.
“That won’t work with me.”
In a defiant move, you grabbed the drink, aiming to drown the tension, but Steve intercepted, harshly putting it back down. A glare shot his way. “Will you leave me alone?”
“No.” He protested with a pinch of his brows. “So, tell me.”
“Steve,” you whined. You didn’t want to be interrogated by him, you knew he cared. But you just couldn’t handle it.
“I’m serious, you do realize this is my house, right?” His tone carried a veiled threat and you rolled your eyes at him. “I could kick you out any time I wanted to.”
Your gaze narrowed, disbelief etched across your face. "You wouldn’t do shit."
With a raise of his brows, Steve swiftly picked you up, slinging you over his shoulders. It all happened so fast that you weren’t quick to start softly punching his back and screaming.
God, he really was good at distracting you, so good that his little act almost coaxed a reluctant smile from your lips. “Put me down!” You yelled behind him, your fists landed on his back with a not-so-impactful force.
“Are you gonna tell me?” Steve asked, relishing the way you continued to thrash over his shoulder. Your face grew hotter every second, and with an annoyed huff, you finally nodded. “Yes, Jesus Christ!”
He gently lowered you to the ground, and a teasing glint danced in Steve's eyes as he quipped, "Atta girl." You responded with a scoff and a mock annoyed chuckle.
“So?” He questioned, arms crossing against his chest, his demeanor shifted, the playful atmosphere dissipating as his expression turned serious.
“I caught Chrissy and Billy in the bathroom.”
“What?” Genuine shock washed over Steve's features, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Yeah I—”
“And she still had the nerve to say all those fucking things?”
Embarrassment surged, fluttering your cheeks hot. “You, uh, you heard those?” Steve responded with a quick nod.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Pinky, not with me.” He reassured you, his hand finding a comforting place on your waist, “she's the one who should be fuckin’ embarrassed. Jesus.”
“Thought she was supposed to be your friend,” Steve said, his gaze softening with empathy.
“Me too.” A sad chuckle escaped your lips.
His gaze lingered on the gnarly bruises decorating your arm, a visible wince reflecting in his expression. "And what about those?" he gulped, concern etching lines on his face.
You were quick to dismiss it with a wave, too quickly that of fucking course Steve knew something was wrong, you didn’t even dare to look at the bruises, or him in the eyes.
“Bike accident,” you muttered, lying through your teeth.
"Since when do you have a bike?" Steve questioned and gauged your reaction, he knew you were lying, you were avoiding his gaze, and you looked visibly nervous, but he didn’t want to push this. It was too personal, and this wasn’t the place for it. So, he understood, of course, he did. He or Nancy should’ve been the one you confided in. But you didn’t want to burden them with your problems.
“If—” Steve took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “If you ever need to talk about anything—and I mean anything—you can always talk to me. Hell, us! You can always talk to us, you know that, right?” His hand was quick to caress your back, gently, letting you know that he would always be there.
You nodded, but you wanted this pity party to be over, you wanted—needed Eddie. Just one hug from him. And maybe a joint.
“I-I know, thank you.” You hesitantly replied, stumbling over your words.
“You need anything?” He asked sincerely.
You shook your head softly. “No… but have you seen Eddie?”
“He was selling to some idiots on the porch, might still be there.” He shrugged.
You were quick to nod, you had to leave, immediately. You didn’t want to worry Steve. “Thanks, Stevie, see you around?” You hummed, managing a smile that he mirrored.
And with that you were quick to grab your drink, downing it with a hiss before you almost ran to the porch, you didn’t want to see Billy or Chrissy again.
You needed to find Eddie.
And god, was it hot, you didn’t know if it was because of everything that transpired in the last twenty minutes, or it was because of the alcohol flowing in your system but you were burning up.
And you didn’t want to wear your jacket.
You should have.
A harsh breeze of air hit you once you finally stepped on the porch, fresh yet biting, serving as a slap of reality that had your eyes watering, you didn’t know why, you didn’t know how, but the tears came immediately.
It was pathetic, really. You with the bruises, half-drunk, discovering your friend with your boyfriend, breaking up with your boyfriend, and then earning insults from the said friend who was hooking up with your boyfriend.
A rollercoaster of a fucking night, but it was just getting started.
Slouching on the porch stairs, your head hung low to your knees as you covered your face with shame, almost. Mind reeling in the worst way possible.
The insults stuck to it, Chrissy’s plump lips, Billy’s disheveled hair. His harsh grip on your arm. The way he mocked you. The insults Chrissy uttered. It was all a fucking mess. And you couldn’t handle any more of it.
All the emotions you pent up over the years wanted to flow through your eyes, ruining you, completely breaking you apart.
The red cup in your hand was crumpled roughly, each attempt to stifle your cries only intensified the shaking of the cup, spilling over to the stairs.
Where was he?
Where was Eddie?
Your mind was spinning and the only thing you could think of was him.
“Pinky?” The soft tone of his voice sliced through the tumult in your mind, and your head snapped up, eyes immediately watered at the sight.
There he stood, a boyish grin adorning his face, shaggy bangs falling over his amber eyes, a stupid leather jacket, and those stupid black jeans with chains attached to the hip. Him.
“Finally! Been lookin’ everywhere for you, sweetheart,” His voice wrapped around you like a reassuring embrace, but your foggy mind took a while for everything to register. When it did, you shot up, the world spinning dizzily, as you threw yourself into his arms. Sobs escaped freely, muffled against his jacket.
His voice immediately softened, gentle hands running through your hair as he cooed. “Hey.. hey… what happened?” His tone so sweetly sick that you couldn’t help but melt into him, letting his warmth take over.
Your breath caught up in your throat, and Eddie gently pulled away from the hug. Soft hands cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, grounding you with a simple touch. You gave into him, succumbing to his tenderness.
This was what you needed. And it was almost as clear as day. It should’ve always been him.
"I-I-" Your words stumbled over your sobs, the weight on your chest making it hard to breathe. Eddie's concerned eyes met yours, wiping away the tears on your cheek gently.
“Honey, hey, hey…” He caught your attention, his soothing voice breaking through the haze. His brows furrowed with worry, and you blinked open your eyes, focusing on him. "Breathe, can you do that for me, sweetheart?" Like a lifeline, his words pulled you back from the edge. Concern etched on his face, apparent from his brows creasing.
What the fuck happened? And who fucking did this to you?
Eddie had a good idea who did it: Billy. The very thought of that name sent a surge of anger through his veins. Hadn't this asshole put you through enough already? What could he have fucking done now?
You drew in a shuddering breath, and Eddie, recognizing your struggle, encouraged you while soothingly caressing your hair, calming you down further and further.
"Deep breaths, just like that. Breathe for me," he coaxed, and you obediently followed, shallow breaths gradually returning to normal as you focused on him.
His touch was gentle, hands still caressing your cheeks as he asked with genuine concern, "Are you doing okay now?" He asked, gaze mellow and lips overturned with worry
You nodded, but it wasn't convincing enough for him. As your hiccups persisted, you finally managed to articulate through the tears, "Chrissy."
Eddie's heart tightened, a quizzical look on his face. Chrissy? What did she have to do with this?
"Billy hooked up with Chrissy," you revealed, it was the most clear you had spoken to him and he still had a hard time understanding it.
His brows pinched together both in anger and confusion, his hold on you faltering once he registered your words.
So, Billy cheated on you?
Oh, now he was going to kill that bastard. Once he made sure you were okay, he was going to beat the shit out of him.
"What?" he exclaimed a little too loudly, his hold on you momentarily faltering in sheer shock.
"They—what?" he stammered.
"I caught them in the bathroom, Eddie, I—" Your tears blurred your vision again, and in frustration, you ran your hand through your hair.
That's when Eddie's eyes widened, and he pointed to something, asking, "What's that?"
You froze, desperately attempting to dismiss it, but Eddie wasn't having it. His hands gently flew to your forearm, and you flinched just in time, hastily trying to put on the jacket you should've already been wearing. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Now he was going to ask so many questions, and you knew he wouldn’t let go like Steve did, and he would know if you lied, in a heartbeat.
He huffed quickly, ignoring your protests as he softly held onto your arm, just around the bruise, being careful not to cause any more pain. Your lip trembled in the process. Shit, shit, shit.
“Pinky…” he murmured, worry creasing his brows at the royal purple mark.
If Eddie knew, there was no turning back, there was no way he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. A part of you was happy about it—maybe he could pull you away, maybe everything would be okay.
But the other part of you was terrified. Because you know he wouldn’t think of your bruises as nothing like you did and like Billy kept assuring you, he wouldn’t just let this go like you would. He would stand up for you, and while you were grateful, you were equally scared.
“N-nothing,” you muttered, avoiding his intense gaze.
“That’s not nothing,” his hand extended, slowly but surely making you reveal the full extent of the huge, gnarly bruise on your arm, with another one freshly forming from the hold Billy had on you earlier. Fuck.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, trying to avoid the genuine gasp waiting to escape his lips, “What happened?” His gaze found yours.
“Bike accident,” you lied through your teeth, a stupid fucking lie. He would never buy it.
“You don’t have a bike.” He heaved a sigh of breath, the thought of these bruises forming because of Billy didn’t even form his mind, sure he was awful and an asshole, but Eddie never thought he would be that awful.
“I used Mike’s.” Another lie.
“Did something bad happen?”
“No!”
“Pinky,” he said it so seriously that you felt bad. “Tell me, please.” His tone was awfully worrying.
How the fuck were you going to tell him?
“We were arguing—”
“What?” He quickly snapped back, not at you, but at what you were implying. He could almost feel the color draining from his cheeks. You surely didn’t mean…
“It-it was nothing!” You defended with a dismissive wave, but it didn’t stop his eyes widening. “We just- we were just arguing, and-and then he tried to hold me but i-it was just a little tight!”
“H-he did this to you?” Eddie’s jaw clenched in an instant, and he tried his best not to react, trying not to show you how he could feel his blood practically boiling, you’d been through enough, you didn’t need to deal with calming him down now, too.
“No, no, it was just a little accident. It doesn’t matter!”
“Yes, it fucking does!”
“No, it doesn’t!” Frustrated, you spat back, a bit of your pent-up anger lashing out at Eddie.
“I’m going to kill that asshole,” He scowled, rising to his feet, eyes spitting fire and you were quick to have a strong hold on his arm. “N-no! Please.” You whispered, the desperation in your voice slicing through the tension. Your touch brings him back to the present, reminding him that you matter more than his impulsive reactions.
Eddie stopped with a sigh of breath, gaze returning to you, and you nervously licked your lips fingers combing through your hair to gather your thoughts. “Look, Eddie, I-I just needed to see you, I just needed to feel normal for a moment, please, not now.” Your gaze was sympathetic, you looked so hurt that Eddie’s brows scrunched in pain.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, about to tell you that he could protect you, but your brows furrowed, and that teary-eyed look returned on your face. “Please,” Desperate, tugging on his arm, and he had no choice but to nod. He could deal with this later.
“O-okay,” he muttered, meekly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His stomach churned in pain and anger when he realized that bastard actually fucking hurt you. And you really thought it was all okay…
“What do you need, honey?” Sickeningly sweet tone was back again, and it warmed you up, removing the coldness that sat on your chest.
“A hug…” You muttered, “and maybe a joint.”
That brought an unintentional grin to both of your faces. “C’mere.” He whispered, arms quick to wrap around you, holding you close. The subtle sway of his body rocked you in the promise that you were not alone, his gaze filled with concern and you couldn’t help but melt into him when he pressed a kiss onto your hair.
Too engulfed, too distracted to realize someone almost sprinting toward the two of you. Before you could process the approaching figure, a voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory. “You didn’t kiss him? Bullshit!”
Confusion etched across your face as Eddie's protective arms tightened around you. “What the hell are you—”
Billy, possibly fueled by alcohol, swaggered toward you both with an air of aggression. “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”
The scent of alcohol wafted from Billy, and Eddie’s unbridled rage was now on the surface, he wore a scowl, eyes daggering through Billy. His hand protectively remained on your hips, gently pulling you aside. You tried to look at him, silently pleaded that you didn’t want this, that you didn’t need him to do this. But it was no fucking use.
“She’s not your fucking girlfriend, dipshit.”
“Stay the fuck out of this, freak.” He ignored Eddie, rage now full on display as he fully turned toward you.
“What, you gonna deny it, or no?” Caught in a crossfire, you felt a surge of panic, and just as you were about to speak, Eddie did it for you.
“No, she’s not gonna fuckin’ deny it.” Your eyes widened, blinking rapidly to process what Eddie just confessed to.
“Eddie—” You tried but again, no use, Eddie took a step closer to him.
“We did kiss.” A smirk played on his lips, he was doing it on purpose, he wanted to get Billy to punch him.
“I fucking kissed her, asshole.” Shit, you internally cursed at him.
The tension thickened, you could see it in the ticking jaw and bulging vein on Billy's neck. He moved forward, poised to strike at Eddie. “You have the nerve you fuckin’ freak!” He stepped forward, attempting to get at him.
You acted quick, acting as a shield to Eddie, you didn’t care, you couldn’t let him get hurt because of you. You couldn’t handle that.
“Billy, don’t!” Your desperate plea was drowned out by the pounding music and the escalating chaos. Despite your efforts, Billy's aggression only intensified. A forceful push sent you sprawling to the unforgiving ground. Tiny rocks bit into your palms, and your knees scraped against the abrasive cement.
The impact on the ground sent a shockwave of pain through your body, a groan escaping your lips at the pain. Your world spun harder, you didn’t even know what to focus on first; the throbbing bruise on your cheek, Billy's kiss with Chrissy, the haze of your drunkenness, or the startling fact that Billy had pushed you to the ground. All of it made you dizzy.
You could barely blink when Eddie knocked Billy out cold, with three well-aimed punches, lunging at him the moment he laid hands on you, your gaze narrowed to make sure you saw it correctly.
Eddie was fine. Eddie was okay.
“Sweetheart, oh my god.” Eddie's voice cut through the haze, his worried tone a soothing balm. With a gentle scoop, he lifted you to your feet.
You didn’t want to be there when Billy woke up, some drunk idiot could help him. Or Chrissy would, for all you cared. And as if Eddie understood you, he quickly helped you move away from the scene, guiding you towards the row of parked cars, away from everything.
Once you were at a safer distance, Eddie tried to hold you, face etched in concern, as he ventured to ask, “You doing okay?”
The scowl you wore was anything but, “Why did you do that?!?” The words spat from your lips surprised him.
“Excuse me?” Eddie responded, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“Yo-you shouldn’t have told him!” Worry was etched all over your face, Eddie didn’t realize the consequences of what he did would have, but you did, oh, you did.
“D-do you realize what you just fucking did?” You wanted to cry, or you were already crying, you couldn’t tell when your cheeks were wet already.
“I—”
You interrupted him. “I-I don’t need this, I don’t need you to protect me.”
“I didn’t mean to make you upset—”
“I’m not upset!” Your scowl deepened, face flushed with frustration.
He tried to reach closer, tried to help you but you refused. “Don’t- just don’t!”
“I-I don’t need to be saved or protected, okay?” Your lips wobbled, “just l-leave me alone, Eddie.”
“What?” His face fell, lips downturned, as he struggled to comprehend your sudden detachment.
“Leave me alone, I-I can take care of myself!” You begged, but that anger sank on your chest, it made you bitter, made you want to close up entirely.
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” He spat, hands ruffling through his hair in anger. He took a step closer to you, stomach churning with the need to hold you.
“Pinky don’t you fucking see it? I care about you, you’re the only thing I care about in this goddamn world! How the fuck do you expect me to leave when you’re hurt?” His voice cracked, and your gaze softened with it.
“How do you expect me to not beat the shit out of that fucking asshole for doing that to you?” The raw emotion in his voice was enough to pierce through your defenses, making your heartache.
“I get it, I get that you’re tough, but shit—”
“I can’t just sit and watch you get hurt… I can’t.” The truth in his words hung heavy in the air, it was almost like a shift between the two of you, like the barrier finally dissipating, so that the true feelings would prevail.
Yet, despite that you pushed back, your own stubbornness overtaking you. “But I want you to leave me alone!”
You knew your words were nothing but a lie, you needed someone, him specifically. Sure, you had always been tough, but this? This was too much. And you knew he was the only one who could make you feel better, yet like an idiot, you pushed him away. That’s all you were good at, wasn’t it?
Your tears came back when you saw his face, defeated, all because of you. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you. He deserved better, he shouldn’t be roped up in this mess. You had to push him away, you fucking had to.
He didn’t do anything but look at you. Really, really looked at you.
And you looked a mess, hair disheveled, mascara running down your cheeks, bruises on your arm, knees scrapped, lip wobbling, and you could barely stand. The worst possible condition he saw you in.
He knew what you were doing, you were pushing him away because you were afraid. A move, he always pulled, a move he was good at until he met you. He understood you, possibly in a way no one ever could.
Eddie, undeterred, stepped closer to you with a calm determination. Your head snapped up at the movement, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration.
“No.” He muttered.
“What?”
“I’m not gonna leave.”
“But—”
“No but’s, wear your jacket, I’m taking you home.” His tone was clear, not harsh, not soft either. Just letting you know that he was here, he was always going to be here and he was not leaving, even if you tried so hard to make him.
“I-I don’t think I wanna go home.” You muttered.
“My place?” You nod softly.
You don’t know why it caused you to break down again, but it did, tears were your friend and they were overspilling faster than you intended them to. His arms opened up instinctively and you didn’t hesitate to let him engulf you.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured between sobs, the words catching in your throat. “‘M sorry, didn’t mean it, ‘m so sorry, sorry, so—” Hiccups interrupted your apologies, but Eddie hushed you gently, his presence making you feel at ease.
“I know, I know…” he cooed, hand ghosting over your back, the hold he had on you tight enough to let you know that you were safe. “It’s okay, honey.” He reassured. The sweet name had your heart beat faster once you looked up at him.
“I-I didn’t mean it.” You stammered all teary-eyed, and Eddie couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, you didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve to cry. He was going to make sure you were okay.
“Hey, hey, I know.” He cooed softly, gently caressing your face.
“P-please, don’t leave.” Your tone framed the words so gut-wrenchingly painful that Eddie ached, his heart broke a million times, over and over, pieces to pieces.
“Never.”
“I’d never leave you.”
NOW
STEVE'S BRUNCH.
With the missing pieces of the puzzle finally being revealed to Eddie, that memory was what he replayed in his head, over and over, until he finally couldn’t handle the way Steve reassured you, hand on your waist as he told you idiotic jokes.
He couldn’t shake off it, he shouldn’t just leave it like this. He should fight for you, he should do something. His hand was quick to fish out the notebook, his eyes scanned through it to find the perfect note, maybe, this would help you realize that he had always been there for you. A feeble attempt, but he didn’t have any other choice, you didn’t want to talk to him, so he just slipped the note to Jonathan and left.
You watched him leave, a scowl on your face, heart aching when he didn’t even utter a goodbye to you. It was hypocritical, considering that you had asked him not to acknowledge you, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help yourself when it came to him.
Hours had passed since that moment and you had apologized to Jonathan and Nancy a hundred times by now, but they shrugged it off without a care. God, you really didn’t deserve them, did you?
And everything was going finally back to normal. Sipping the cocktails and munching on the amazing pancakes Steve had made everyone, and dabbling your feet in the water as laughter was all that surrounded the group.
This was what it should’ve been, all of you, and Eddie. If he hadn’t brought her.
But of course, all the bliss disappeared once Steve decided to bring it up again.
“So… how do you feel?” You threw him a glare, splashing some of the chlorine-filled water directly at his hair.
“Jesus, not the fucking hair!” He groaned, ruffling it with his daggering glare thrown at you. “Now you have to tell me!” He insisted, shoulder nudging yours.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” you muttered, facing away from him as you felt everyone eyeing you.
“Maybe, we should.” Jonathan chimed in, making you furrow your brows.
“What does that mean?” Steve replied before you did.
With a sigh, Jonathan extended a rustled paper, and you immediately recognized what it was, “He said he wanted me to give this to you.”
“A note? So brave of him,” Steve mocked with a roll of his eyes, groaning when Nancy elbowed him.
Robin hid her giggle with her hand, and Nancy threw her an icy glare, shutting both of them up.
Your brows furrowed in disbelief, lips kissing your teeth as you snatched it out of his hand. “Oh, he did?” You didn’t mean to sound sarcastic, but it was pissing you off at this point.
He didn’t utter a single word to you. And now he didn’t even have the decency to give you this?
Steve was right.
Why was he being a fucking coward?
You were quick to get up from the side of the pool, plopping onto the nearest chair to read the contents.
You could feel their eyes on you but they were quick to hide it, going back to their chatter.
“When she gave me this, I never thought I’d actually end up writing in it for anything other than lyrics. Some ideas. But ever since we kissed, I can’t stop or control my thoughts, it’s been nonstop flowing and this is the only way I can express it. The only thing to make me feel sane, to make it seem like it really was real. My mouth hasn’t shut up about her since she kissed it, my thoughts haven’t been okay ever since I saw the curl of her lips right after she kissed me. I know how hard it is for her, I know how much she struggles with that dipshit who doesn't deserve her. But it doesn’t matter, now. I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever if she asks me to. I’ll do anything if she asks me to.”
You turned the note over, nothing else was written, with your brows pinched together angrily, you smushed it into your pocket, ignoring the protests of everyone while you jumped into your car in a hurry.
What the fuck was he thinking giving you this?
What the fuck was his problem?
If he wanted you, why couldn’t he just tell you?
And if so, why did he even bring Chrissy?
It wasn’t long till you made it to Eddie’s trailer, and with your harsh knocks, it wasn’t long till Eddie opened it.
“Jesus Christ—” His words fell in the air at the sight of you, eyes widening.
“What the fuck is your problem?” You yelled, lines on your forehead deepening into a frown as you held up the note in his face.
“You didn’t utter a single word to me, and you’re just giving this note to Jonathan?” He stammered, mouth unable to find the words to speak, not really expecting you to confront him like this.
“Why don’t you just say it to my fucking face?”
“I would, if you weren’t so busy.”
Your brows pinched together, “excuse me?”
“Is this some kind of a joke?” He asked.
“Y-you tell me not to speak with you! You tell me that we shouldn’t ever see each other again, then you leave with Steve and somehow I’m the problem?” He said, exasperated.
Was he… jealous? Of Steve?
“No, the problem is you being a coward!” You raised your voice, hand pressing the note to his chest dramatically.
“You think I’m a coward? I’m the furthest fucking thing from it, and you know that.”
“You think a coward would put everything aside for you? You think a coward would run away with you?”
“O-okay, okay!” You want him to stop speaking, because you know he’s right, he wasn’t a coward, at least when it came to that. But he was a coward when it came to his feelings, and maybe it wouldn’t have pissed you off this much if you weren’t one too.
The two of you were dancing around what you actually needed to talk about, feelings, and it was getting ridiculous at this point, because neither of you could pull away, no matter how many times you said you would. He pulled you in, and you pulled him in.
“I fucked up, I did. But don’t ever act like I’m the one who ran away when things got too hard, okay?” He leaned further on the door frame, face inches away from yours, it made your breath hitch, heart thumping inside of your ribcage.
Your words meshed together when your gaze stooped on his lips. He was close, so close, and he occupied your mind. “H-How did we even go back to this? It’s like we’re moving around in a stupid fucking circle and—” You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts.
“I told you I didn’t want to do this back and forth with you and here we are again!” It was frustrating, everything with him was frustrating, but you couldn’t stay away from him, how could you?
Those five years had been hell.
“Are you kidding?” His words were dripping with irritation, “You came to my door! Started screaming in my face and waving notes!”
“I only did it because you were too much of a fucking coward to give me the note!” Now it was fully getting ridiculous, arguments turning into a bickering old couple.
“I told you I’m not a coward—” He defended.
You interrupted with, “Fine, fine! You are not a coward whatever!”
“What you are is fucking infuriating!” You spat, taking a step closer to him.
“Infuriating? You started this!” He fueled it, mirroring your steps, one more step from either of you, and his lips would be pressed onto yours.
“Oh, so I kissed Chrissy?” You scoffed, arms crossed against your chest.
“Jesus, that’s not what I meant!” He almost groaned, frustrated.
“You want me to prove it to you? You want me to tell you how much I messed up? I’ll fucking do it.”
There was that tension between the two of you again, it wasn’t filled with hatred in the slightest, but there was so much unresolved shit that it might as well suffocate you if Eddie stepped any closer, it ached, making a way to your heart.
Three hours ago you wanted him out of your life, for good. Now, all you wanted to do was see him prove himself to you, it was stupid, psychotic, and maybe a little selfish. But you couldn’t help yourself when it’s him.
“You will?” You stammered, you didn’t fully know what that meant, but it was somehow making your heart jump knowing that maybe the notes still meant something. Maybe, just maybe he wanted you, still. Your forehead relaxed, and lips itched to curl into a smile.
And of fucking course, Eddie caught it. “Yes.” He said, all smugly, making you want to roll your eyes.
“G-good, uh, until then, I-I mean it, I don’t want to see you.” You shifted uncomfortably in your place, fully realizing how close he was to you, and it somehow brought confidence to Eddie.
He tssked, “Then you probably shouldn’t come to my door, then.” His nose scrunched sarcastically, eliciting an eye roll from you.
“Munson.” You warned.
“Pinky?”
“You really are infuriating.”
“Am I?” He tilted his head all adorably.
“Yes.”
“See you tonight, sweetheart.” He winked.
And you groaned with that, flipping him off while you hurried back to your car.
He closed the door with an amused smile, his nose scrunching as he replayed the conversation in his head.
“So you two good now?” Wayne’s grouchy tone almost had Eddie jump in place.
“Jesus Christ, Wayne! Were you just eavesdropping on our conversation?”
“What? You said y’all had the worst fight of your lives, that don’t seem like it to me.” He shrugged.
“We did— but uh, I don’t know, I just don’t know what the actual fuck is going with us, I thought I was dead to her but then she just barges in—”
“She cares about you, Eddie.” Wayne sighed.
“I know that girl like the palm of my hand, if you were dead to her, she wouldn’t even acknowledge you, just her bein’ a big fireball shows she still cares.”
Eddie sighed, “But she said—”
“Hell to what she said! Both of y’all are idiots when it comes to this, you go prove to her that you’re sorry, tell her how you feel and then you can thank me.” He exclaimed.
“But—”
“Boy, do what I told you, apologize to that sweet girl, and make sure you do it until she forgives you.” Eddie threw a look at Wayne.
And Wayne dismissed it with his finger pointing at him, “I mean it, Eddie, after all the shit you told me about what that little blondie did to my Pinky, you should be on your knees beggin’!”
“Okay, okay!” Eddie admitted the defeat.
“Jesus, old man, it wouldn’t hurt for you to just take your nephew’s side once in a while, would it?” He mocked dramatically.
He threw a daggering look at Eddie, “Fine, fine, I’ll apologize.” Wayne narrowed his gaze. “A proper apology.” Eddie muttered, almost embarrased.
“And?” Wayne raised his brows.
Eddie groaned loudly, “and I’ll tell her how I feel.”
✦ final authors note — okay i promise the next two chapters are going to be less angst-filled (like gonna be worth the wait i promiseee) 🤭 and yes the note was inspired by alex turner's letter to alexa chung okay!! reading that at like 13 altered my brain chemistry a LOT. anyway like i said pls leave some feedback i swear it motivates me a LOTTT. thank u for reading ilyy💗
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you’re asking me my symptoms, doctor
gynecologist!matty healy x reader
A/N: hii here’s beloved gyno!au. title is reference to Escapism by Raye lol. i’ll put warnings but def don’t read if this is gonna make u uncomfy. anyways this really came to me in a prophetic vision (slut hour daydreams) so i hope u enjoy and it lives up to expectations? and Shouts to everyone who i bounced ideas w and talked abt this Man w! ty ily mwah mwah
warnings: smut 18+, fingering, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, a bit of corruption maybe hmm idk, degradation, praise, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), use of Y/N, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, etc..
You were sitting nervously on the exam table, leg bouncing up and down. Doctor’s offices always unnerved you, to say the least. The unnatural fluorescent lights with their buzzing, the cold chill, and sterile smell.
Today, though, you had to book your gynecologist appointment. Now, you’ve been to one gyno before, a woman whose practice was nice and small before you moved cities. Going into your third year of University, you wanted a change in scenery. Now, your gyno would be a man.
A kind woman with dark hair had just come into your room after knocking twice, giving you a hospital gown and a warm smile. Telling you to undress to your underwear and bra. That you should, “Sit tight! The doctor will be in soon.”
So, here you were. On the examination bed, awaiting your doctor eagerly. When you heard a similar knock on the door, but an imperceptibly firmer one, your head shot up. “Come in,” you cleared your throat and called out.
When the handle turned and your aforementioned Doctor walked in, you felt deceived. Deceived in the best way, though, because your Doctor was hot.
He was wearing a white coat, one with a silver tag that read MATTY, his medical badges hanging from the plate. With his glasses and the lightest dusting of gray through his black, curly hair. He couldn’t have been younger than his late 20s, if older than his early 30s. And as he reached out to grab the clipboard off the counter, you were able to see the smallest bit of black ink on his wrist.
He looked down at his documents, squinting slightly. He then set it back on the counter, walking about the room and getting some hand sanitizer from the dispenser. Your eyes are drawn to his hands immediately. When he clears his throat, you come to.
“Good afternoon, love. Y/N, correct? I see it says here you’ve only been to the gynecologist once before, and it was a female doctor,” you nod along to his words, watching him take a seat and hold eye contact with you. “Just wanted to let you know, you shouldn’t be worried. Just typical stuff today, alright?” You nod again, feeling smaller now. Even when he’s sat on his stool, he feels bigger than you.
“Gonna need your words, Y/N.” You can’t tell if he’s joking, even if you see the smirk on his face. Shifting in your seat, your gown ruffling below you, you manage a, “Yes, Doctor.” Through your dry mouth.
“Ah, almost forgot to introduce myself properly.” He laughs, but you swore you saw his eyes darken for a swift second. “I’m Doctor Healy, but you can call me Matty if you feel so inclined.” He grinned, and you felt like his words had a double meaning past the surface.
“You’re here for a routine checkup, I take it?” Moving over to the sink, pumping soap on his hands and running the water. “Lay back for me.” He instructed you as he washed, back turned. You listened without second thought, body going stiff.
You heard the tap turn off, Matty was drying his hands with paper towel now. He walked over to the table, standing above you and looking down. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions before we begin?”
You began to nod, but remembered your reaction from earlier. Giving him another “Yes, Doctor.” he smiled easily. “Great… Now, are you sexually active?”
If you thought you were tense before, then you were like a board now. “Um, no.” You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt your skin heating, feeling terribly bare.
“Right, have you been? In the past?” was this a normal question to ask? Of course, they’d want to know of your bodily health. But of your… sexual activity as well? For you, though, there was nothing to report. Seeing as you were a virgin, which meant no sexual experiences other than yourself.
“Um, sorry, what are these questions for?” You couldn’t stop yourself from nervously laughing, your deflection of an answer hanging in the examination room.
Matty’s eyes dragged along your frame, going from your lips and then back to your eyes. You almost missed the beginning of his sentence when he spoke up. “All protocol, of course. It’s slightly awkward, but I’m obligated to ask. So?”
“So, no. I.. have not been in the past, or like, ever.” And you wanted to melt into the floor. Surely you would have to switch doctors after this again. Too embarrassing of a feat to face.
Another look and pause that goes on for much too long. Your stomach was starting to hurt. Well, maybe not hurt, but you needed to fix it and quick. When Matty claps and rubs his hands together, it snaps you out of it. “Interesting. Well, then, let’s begin.”
You noted that his pupils were huge behind the glasses, and his black slacks hugged his crotch very well. Did they look like that when he came in? You shifted again, trying to rub your thighs for some friction.
“Can I touch you?” His accented voice was deep and gravelly now. Leaving not much to the imagination of how this phrase might sound in a different situation coming from his mouth. His mouth, pink lips that he couldn’t stop licking, and slight stubble on his chin.
“Yes, Doctor Healy.” Your voice sounded submissive enough, and you almost yelped when his hand came down to grab your gown covered thigh. Roughly drawing circles with his thumbs into the spot. “Good girl. You’re tense.”
You shivered, eyes closing and opening again. The silence in the room felt so loud, and your doctor’s appointment was feeling a bit too erotic for what it was at this point. “I- I don’t know why I am.” Lie.
“Need you to relax for me, sweetheart.” His cold hands rub up and down your thighs. He’s making eye contact with you, causing you to cast your eyes to the ceiling. “Wanna put your legs in the stirrups?”
“Would that help, Doctor Healy?” You hear the sharp inhale of breath, followed by a cough. Trying not to lift your hips off the examination table from his constant skin to skin contact.
“It would, thank you.” He moves to grab your legs, setting them on the edge of the platform. His grip feels rougher than acceptable, fingertips leaving indents on your thighs. He reaches under your gown, looking at you for your nod and slipping your panties off. “May I start?”
“Yes, Doctor. Thank you.” And when you feel his fingers run down your slit, you don’t think it’s protocol. You were already embarrassingly wet from the interaction. As his hands move and brush your clit, you can’t hold back the moan. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Matty peering at you over his glasses, an amused smirk barely peeking through his expression.
“Oh, that’s no good, sweetheart.” He clicks his tongue, faux disapprovingly. His thumb comes back to press on your clit. “You’re so wet. What’s that from, huh?” He took his middle and ring finger, circling around your hole.
“It’s- You! You’re doing it, it’s your fault.” You cry out in pleasure and frustration. He was so condescending, but it felt so good. You know you needed to be more conscious of your volume, still being in a doctor’s office.
“My fault?” He almost gasped in surprise, “Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m just trying to do my job, make sure everything’s okay down here.” Maneuvering his hand, he gave you two quick but firm taps on your clit with his middle and index finger. “Can you remove your gown for me?”
“Is this protocol, Doctor Healy?” You asked, half genuinely curious to see his answer. Moving to lift your bum, untying the gown from behind your back. Your legs were slightly shaking, and you saw his hand go to cover the smile that graced his mouth. You moved both your shoulders out of the arm holes, discarding the gown to the side. Leaving you in just your simple black bra, that had simple lace trimming.
“‘Course, making sure you’re in shape, and all.” His eyes dragged down your frame, stopping at your breasts. He was taking in your figure now, so you had the time to do the same. Your eyes immediately pulled to the now prominent bulge in his pants, and his fingers that seemed to twitch in anticipation.
“Do I appear to be in shape, then? Good for you?” Unbeknownst to you, what you had just said lit even more of a flame inside of Matty. You were asking him if you were good for him? He could show you what a good little slut he could make you.
He lets his hands rest between the apex of your thighs again, “Gonna spread you open a bit, okay? Think this’ll loosen you up for me.” Matty’s long fingers make their way to your cunt, running them up and down. He slides them down to your hole, collecting the wetness there and spreading it up to your clit.
His other hand came up to unclip your bra from behind your back. He did this expertly with one hand, leaving it to fall so he could grab at your breast. Palming at it for a while before pinching your nipple. You let out a whimper, and he gave you a soft slap on the side of your chest. He grabbed it roughly again, evening it out and applying more pressure to your clit as he did.
Your hand came to cover your mouth, not wanting to let your moans out. A soft, “Doctor,” fell from your lips, causing him to slip one finger inside of you. You couldn’t hold back, then. “Please, yes!”
Matty is running the tip his finger lightly along the inside of you, and it’s not enough. You begin to whine, but he cuts it off quickly. “Gotta relax or I won’t be able to run my tests. You don’t want that, do you?” His smirk is enough to make you want to slap it off him. Though, your whole body goes slack when he pushes his whole finger inside of you.
You’re moaning freely now, seeming to have forgotten that you’re still in a professional establishment. You were relentless, the pleasure he was giving you was too much in the best way. “Doctor- Matty. Please, need it.”
Matt’s pupils dilated, if it was possible for them to get larger. “Say my name again for me.” He groaned out, rocking his hips into the side of the table to relieve some tension. “Matty. Matty! Need you, please.” You obliged easily, drunken off the feeling. Matty pressed a second finger into your pussy.
“Poor thing. Never had anyone in this little hole before, huh? Perfect little cunt is so tight for me, were you saving yourself?” You think your reactions have gotten to his head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was nodding in response to his words, eyes rolling back to your head.
You could feel pressure building in your stomach, the sound of his voice was getting to you. “Mhm. Doctor, think I’m gonna cum. Please, can I?” His hand sped up after hearing your words, thumb pressing on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, on to the protective cover of the exam table.
Your hips began to lift off the surface again, before Matty’s unoccupied hand came to press down on your abdomen again. “Feels that good, darling? Can’t even stay still for me.” You opened your eyes to look at him, gaze falling to how his hand lifted off of you and went to palm himself. “Come on, be my good little slut and cum for me.”
Ultimately, that was what did you in. You gasped loud enough for the whole office to hear, eyes clamping shut. You saw white behind your eyelids and your hips lifted freely off the table this time. Matty’s fingers coming out of you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm. You heard Matty moan in the back, making out a “fuck me, that’s good. You’re beautiful,” coming from his mouth.
As you came down from it, you opened your eyes to see him licking both of his fingers. “Taste sweet, gonna have to get my mouth on you next time.” He said nonchalantly, still looking down at your pussy. You tried to take your hands and put them in front of it, feeling shy all the sudden.
“Little late for that after I made you cum.” He giggled, going to get a towel from the cabinet above the sink. “Lemme clean you up.” You flustered but agreed in the end. When he came back with the towel, he leaned down to kiss you. You reciprocated easily, jumping when the towel came in contact with your skin.
“Thank you for.. that. For the appointment, Doctor.” You giggled, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing. You raised your hands in faux defence, the smile staying on your face. He smiled with you.
“Came so nicely for me, think I should be the one saying thanks.” He gave you another smirk, getting your panties from the side when they had been discarded. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to put your legs through. Doing the same with your bra, he then helped you off the examination table.
“Seriously, you were really good. You know, for my first time.”
“Would barely call that a first time, I’ll give you that another time though.” He winked, turning around to look for your other clothes. Your jaw dropped, but you recollected yourself before he turned back to see.
“Right well. Thank you..” You said awkwardly, looking down at your feet. Where were you supposed to go from here? You just got fingered by your gynecologist in his public doctor’s office. You would have to reflect on this when you got home.
“Not an issue, really.” Matty sidestepped you to get to one of the cabinets behind you, slapping your ass as he did. Tease. He was being much too normal about this.
“I mean, what kind of doctor would I be if I left you unsatisfied with your appointment?”
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Hey! Your social media fics are so freaking cute, I love them so much 🥹 If you do take requests, could you please do one which is Charles x singer!reader (who's pretty famous, on like a Taylor Swift or Selena Gomez level) announcing their relationship or just like a random vacation post? Thank you so much, I hope I didn't make the request too long <33
relationship release 💿
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader
type: instagram imagine/social media au
notes: tysm for requesting this, anon 🤍 my first time doing a request so i hope you like it! used hailee steinfeld for the faceclaim :') not revised so please expect errors hehe lmk what u think!
about: you and charles go public just in time for your album release!
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yourusername A photo dump to commemorate the busiest months of my life 📷 from recording my new album (which I am very excited for you guys to hear), taking time for myself, to rehearsing for my world tour. Grateful to be doing what I am passionate about every single day of my life ❤️
zendaya You look amazing, can't wait for the album, love! 💋💋
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singzqueen THIS IS NOT A DRILL SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND OH MY GODDDD
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yourusername My new album Red Letters comes out in 3 days. ❤️ It has been an incredible journey working on this masterpiece and I cannot wait for you guys to enter the pages of the stories I want to share. Red Letters is all about being wrapped in a heart-shaped dynamic, letting an amalgamation of sensations embrace us as we finally let love in.
As for me, well, loving him has always been red.
florencepugh Loving everything already and it's not even out yet! Such amazing work you've done ❣️
taylorswift My girl ❤️
popgirly/n girlie telling us her new album is about love after soft launching a week ago oh i cant breathe
lanadelslays She knows how to keep us on the hook 😭
yn4ever "Loving him has always been red" QUEEN WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
popfan21 guy lucky as hell imagine being talked about like that... by y/n... living his best life fr
ynlover THE PICTURE IS SO CUTE TOO THATS PROBABLY THEM
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charles_leclerc Immensely excited about the Red Letters release: not only because of the new, amazing music Y/N will be sharing to the world but because today is the day I get to show everyone the love of my life. Every day it feels like I'm in a fever dream because I'm with someone so talented, charming, and kind.
Mon angè, you never fail to amaze me. My heart is full just seeing you conquer the world. Je tàime, yourusername ❤️
PS. I guess I am the red guy, yes?
carlossainz55 Finally! Charles has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now 🤣
danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Red Guy 👀
zendaya Take care of her or there will be consequences!
ilpredestinato KINGGGG SO DESERVED U GUYS ARE SO CUTE
charlos1655 such a hot couple too god they are so
pierregasly Finally went to Y/N's concert without wearing a disguise I am happy for you mate 👏
itpopgirl power couple ugh we love to see it
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tagging: @slytherheign hope ure doing well mwah
notes: this took me some time lmao anyways pls bare w me if i use the same usernames for the fan reactions on twitter its so harddd thinking of new usernames everytime 😭 i hope u liked this, anon! lmk what u guys think <33 tysm for reading!
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ADA ADA ADA <3 pooks i feel so needy asking for one thing after the other but this is the anon that requested ver 2 reader! <3 blud you write so GOOD??? inlove w your writing ong? i read your unohana! reader piece and it was mwah mwah.
i was wondering if you could make ver 2 reader, like, who trashtalks people on field and after match-- but is the nicest thing before match? and honestly. she doesn't feel that bad ab it because she feels people in blue lock rlly need a reality check, like her-- she had received so much criticism from her old teammates just bc she was a female footballer.
and imagine, a womens football team (elite) offering reader to join their team since she obv cant join mens football team that plays professionally? and rin being a bit disappointed but he gets it bc thats just the way it is? you can do this next time if you want obv!!
your writing pooks >> feel free to ignore if u want <3
hiiii ♡♡! i love this idea so muchhh (≧∀≦) here you go, and i apologise if it’s not mean enough 🥲 also, i got a bit carried away and made it a rin x reader story. sorry! oh, and you’re not needy at all! i really appreciate all your requests :)
foul mouth!
Itoshi Rin x female reader
warnings:
swearing! lot’s of it!
“good luck!” you cheer to the opposing team, a sweet smile on your pretty face as you wave.
the rest of your team were strategising with each other, mumbling about being the “best striker” as you were simply wishing everybody the best.
you have always been sweet to everyone at blue lock, kindly telling them that you hopes the match is a good one.
“she’s too much of a princess, no way her and that lame team could beat us!” the opposing team would whisper to each other, looking over to your smiling face.
pfft, you, a striker? no way!
that’s what they thought.
“the fuck do you think you’re doing?! get out of my way!” you’d shout, voice bouncing off of the room’s walls.
“you can’t even fucking score?! what’s up with you!” you scream at a teammate, eyes completely shaded with ego as you shot glares to whoever dared to speak back to you.
“you really think you can take it from me?” you grin, before your foot slammed down against the ball, passing it over to Rin.
he was the only player you refrained from shouting insults at.
it was just hard to find things to insult him for, you know?
“i said fucking move!” you bark, shoulder almost slamming into the player as you bolt past them.
it was shocking, really. the way your tone could go from sugary and sweet to fucking evil.
“that was mine!” you scream, shooting another glare to your teammate before running after the ball.
you were a good player, but the things that spilled out of your mouth were absolutely vile!
“you can’t even fucking score?!” you exclaim, eyes wide as you gritted your teeth.
“why are you so stubborn?! it’s not that hard to just-!” you’re able to take the ball from the player, who in your opinion had a strangely shaped face.
“try and beat that, toad!” you poke your tongue out, before your foot crashed down against the ball and you scored, once again.
“toad?” the poor player would repeat, hands on his face. did he really look like a… toad?
team _ wins! 12 - 1!
Rin couldn’t help but smile, you sure were quite an interesting character.
“y/n.” Ego’s dark voice called out from a speaker. “lock off.” he announced.
your eyes went wide - along with the rest of your team.
“WHAT?!” you shout, still feeling the adrenaline from your match. “watch your fucking mouth you bug eyed—“
“you’ve just had an offer to join the woman’s soccer team of japan. i accepted it on your behalf.” he clarifies, scoffing afterwards. “and you, should really watch your fucking mouth.”
“what—?” you say, freezing. it was all too much to take in, you’re locked off… but you got -
“yay!” you shout, excitedly smiling. “i got invited to play… to play on the woman’s team?!” you grin.
the rest of the day went by pretty fast, with a bunch of paperwork and you packing your bags.
Rin should be happy for you, you’re finally able to play with the team that you deserve.
so why are his eyes watering as he watches you pack up and get ready to leave?
“Rin?” you ask, looking up at the man in front of you. “Rin? are you okay?” you quickly stand up, watching the way a tear slipped from his eye.
“i’m - fine.” he says, quickly wiping at his eyes. “i wish you the best, y/n.” he would add.
why was his lip quivering? and why was he…
“are you crying?” you ask, your voice gentle, as it always is with Rin.
he shakes his head.
he kept his eyes focused on anything other than you - wow, did that wall get cleaned last night?
“aw, Rin.” you coo, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him in for a hug. “it’s okay, i’d miss me too.” you tease, only for him to respond with a huff.
however, he still returned the hug. his arms snaked around your waist tightly.
“don’t forget about me, okay?” he says, voice softer than usual. “you have my number.” he adds.
you nod. “i won’t forget about you.”
“oh, but one thing.” he pulls away from the hug, sharp eyes staring you down. “you should really work on that mouth of yours—“
he was cut off by a kiss.
“the same mouth that just kissed you?” you ask after pulling away, a grin on your face.
“…i’m washing my face after this.”
“excuse me?!”
“kidding.”
#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock#bllk#bllk x y/n#itoshi rin#itoshi rin x you#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi#rin x you#rin x reader#blue lock rin itoshi
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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒!
HEY !! HEY YOU, YEAH YOU!! remember to give these authors and the fics all the love they deserve! if u liked what u read, reblog it or comment or send in an ask !! cool, ty <3
a/n: hihi everyone! again, i wanted to extend my appreciation to all my fellow writers with this post (ik it's not a lot compared to how much all y'all do 😔), but if you'd like more fic recs, pls do check out my other blog @luv-beam!
**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months
NCT
his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy
not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo
swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @/xosimo (linked my rb bc they deactivated 😭)
I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.
inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime
dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah
SVT
11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia
okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm
love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos
joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?
pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene
found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀
the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie
broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die
i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)
although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much
"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets
comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?
order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans
my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)
vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice
i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>
TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.
nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs
omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó
8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2
dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig
balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn
low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕
2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo
now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.
SKZ
king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han
how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp
poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han
i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)
probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix
why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing
6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz
i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)
10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood
i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot
tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix
read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one
ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡
you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen
em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔
bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin
so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕
kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen
this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??
closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae
tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ
ATZ
midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff
i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH
11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l
i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔
june+july fic recs
#read this people#nct fic recs#seventeen fic recs#enhypen fic recs#stray kids fic recs#txt fic recs#ateez fic recs#nct x reader#seventeen x reader#enhypen x reader#stray kids x reader#txt x reader#ateez x reader
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ok so now that i’m finally here !!!
atwow brainrot has been strong (neteyam ma babyyy)
and i am just obsessed w the idea of me neteyam being a sweet yandere for a human!r. like he just sees her as this prescious thing that must be protected n he’d kill anyone who tries to take her away from him. he’s just SO in love, just the perfect boyfriend. but he switches up real fast when others try to make fun of her / get too close (he’s only ok w his family being near her bcz he wants wants the perfect big family) and r is in love too so she’s absolutely oblivious to his hostility to others concerning her. bcz the thing is, is that when she’s not there , he’s perfectly fine but when r is around he’s like this close to hissing growling at everyone. but he has to like toe the line bcz he’s the next clan leader and he loves his ppl. also i think that r n spider would be talking n neteyam would be like 😡 and spider would have to be like woah woah woah i’m no mister steal ur girl 🏳️ (and omg did u know that tuk is 5’7/170 cm? i’m only 5’/152 cm 😭)
mkay love u lily!! mwah mwah 🫶🏽🌷🍄
shut up i need him omg. i have nothing to add to this u wrote it so well so everyone needs to read this as a treat😔🫶
i love you!!❤️ (and omg im taller than tuk!!)
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enhypen's reaction to their s/o dressing nicely for an important meeting
gn!reader x ot7
genre: fluff
wc: 1070
warnings: none that i've found !
requested!! tysm
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
you hadn't informed him of tonight's big meeting at the company that you're interning for 😭
it was a staff only event meant to discuss the details on their new marketing project
so you hadn't deemed it important for him to know
so you can imagine his surprise when you walk out in a new outfit looking expensive af (slay)
"hey honey... do we have a date tonight? did i forget?" he asked, already pulling out his phone to check his calendar
you had to assure him that there was no date and he hadn't forgotten before explaining that you had a meeting to attend
when he calmed down, he didn't say much but his mind was running a mile a minute
a bit jealous that your coworkers get to see you like that but he doesn't 💔
gives u many many kisses before you leave mwah
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
your # 1 hype man fr
you told him that your workplace had an opening event tomorrow and that you had a company-wide meeting today to discuss any last many details and go over the plan once more
but OH NO 😱 you didn't know what to wear DUN DUN DUN
lucky for you you have the handsomest most fashionable bf in the whole wide world to help you teehee
so OFC Jay over here raids both your and his closets looking for the perf fit for you bc his angel has to look the prettiest it's just a last minute brief chill
once y'all finally pick out smth for you to wear, you go change and come out and WOAH he must've seen a real angel this time bc you look amazing
he thinks he fell in love all over again 🥹
sends you off to your meeting with the proudest smile on his face bc that's his s/o
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
knew about the meeting
you practically had to rely on him to be your calendar bc even when you write things down you forget them 💔 (me too babe dw)
so he understood that you were presenting your new product plan to your boss today
he just didn't understand why you had to do it wearing his favourite outfit of yours 🤨
like excuse you how dare you look so good and walk out that door AWAY FROM HIM
doesn't say anything tho bc you're his pretty lil darling and he loves you ☺️
buys you new accessories while you're at your meeting as a treat for himself 😭
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
you actually work at Music Bank woot woot!!
you had recently been promoted to creative directer and you were presenting your first ever ideas for possible sets for upcoming performances (hang with me here idk how mubank staffs work)
and the MCs had to attend bc idk their companies like to see them suffer ig
but they weren't suffering bc you're besties w Wonie and ofc you have your lovely bf Hoon 💞💞💞
Sunghoon didn't actually know that you were giving the presentation so when he walked in on you and Wonyoung chatting he stopped dead in his tracks bc holy cow they're good looking 😳
could not get over the fact that he's dating you
eventually got cocky and started bragging about it to everyone who would listen (read: you and Wonyoung) that he has the prettiest s/o ever aw
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
you were the CEO's assistant so you had to go with her to all of her important meetings
this time y'all were meeting with a partnering company to discuss product promotions
and you wanted to look your absolute best to give your company a good image!! especially since your boss won't be there today due to her kid having the flu so you had to take over for her ᕙ( •̀ - •́ )ᕗ
you woke up, made breakfast, showered, got dressed, and when you came out all ready Sunoo was sitting down eating brekky
he looked up when you entered and he gasped so big that you were worried he'd choke 😭
nonstop praises from your bf, he had to make sure that you knew your worth
needless to say, you left with a huge smile on your face and feeling more confident than earlier
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
your job was mostly work from home so you didn't typically dress up much
but the CEO of your location called for a big meeting that everyone needed to attend (i hope y'all know what i mean by your location, like the building you would work at if you weren't working from home)
so you got to dress fancy woo!! :D we love dress up
it was a kind of last minute message though, only 2 days advance, so you didn't really have time to go shopping and had to work with what you had
but that's okay bc you're cute af 😘
on the day of, you spent the morning getting some work done and preparing for this afternoon's meeting
on your way out the door, you passed your boyfriend in the living room and told him you were headed out
"okay- dang"
"what?" you asked, cocking your head, but he said nothing, just looking away to hide his flustered expression
you shrugged and didn't think much of it, heading to your meeting, but you stayed in his thoughts all afternoon
when you got home that evening he made sure to give you all the compliments 🥰
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
you have your first ever job interview omg!!!
you spent like two weeks planning your outfit and scripting responses to possible questions lol
but finally the day has come and you were ready to ace this interview!!
you had on a cute set of clothes that you had bought when you and Riki went to the mall w some friends and did your makeup nice and neat and innocent and professional
but you were still nervous ㅠㅠ
so you fted Riki like 5 minutes before you had to leave so much for great planning asking what he thought of your outfit and boy was STUNNED
like,,, speechless
eventually you got worried bc what if he doesn't like your outfit but he doesn't want to hurt your feeling and that's why he isn't saying anything 😣
but that was far from the case
he broke out of his spell after a minute and started praising you nonstop
before you hung up he wished you luck on your interview and kissed the screen 🥰
a/n: omg this was so fun to write bc it's like an idea always in my head, anyways stay stunning babes!! ALSO SORRY THIS SUCKS ㅠㅠ
©️ bearseulgs 2022
#enhypen#fluff#kpop#boy group#enha#hybe#enhypen reactions#enhypen headcanons#enhypen fluff#heeseung#lee heeseung#jay#jay park#park jongseong#jake#sim jaeyun#jake sim#sunghoon#park sunghoon#sunoo#kim sunoo#jungwon#yang jungwon#ni-ki#riki#nishimura riki
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the new theme is amazing and i'm obsessed w it fr,, the trees n the little bear pfp are so nostalgic 2 me bc i live in oregon and imagery like that is plastered on Every campsite/wilderness area/state park ever. none of which is relevant to the fic but it makes it feel very summery and real to me <33 anyway!! giggling kicking my feet still obsessively thinking abt ch1 <33
hiiiii parker !! thea is sound asleep rn but she is the one who put this incredible blog together so i will direct all incoming applause towards her -> 👏 !! as a fellow native pnw-er the theme is so so nostalgic 2 me as well the little tree imagery is Everywhere here as well as the color green and goofy little bears… the pnw loves its goofy little bears fr fr anyways i can’t take credit for any of it bc all i did was sort of kind of help narrow down theme choices but thea is a canva Whiz and i’m glad everyone is liking the theme and walter the bear hehe (thea if you’re reading this then the people (me included) love you) MWAH thank u parker !
#this is suni. in case u couldn’t tell.#i am also giggling kicking my feet still obsessively thinking abt ch1 . fyi#asks
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Chloenette
Queens1234: Hi everyone today in this story Chloe confesses to Marinette and Adrien and Alya have to come up with a back fire plan so Chloevand Marinette won’t be together ……………..
Mari: It’s cold out here where r u Alya? ………… Alya: Sorry about that I was down stairs reading my new book. Mari: Oh okay cool, I was looking at Adrien new commercial. Alya: Oh wow not again, I had figured u we’re gonna say that… you love watching Adrien’s commercials, well I was wondering if you want to come sleep over at Adrien’s house because I’m at his house right now, and he is planning on having an party…. Mari: Wait what I was baking some treats for Tiki and the others… Alya: K, i be waiting for u. Mari: I’m almost done packing… so I will be coming… soon… Alya: Ok Great see ya later. Mari: Bye…………���.. Sabine: Marinette what r u doing?…………….. Mari: I was packing, because i am spending the whole week for spring break at Adrien’s house. Sabine: Oh okey that was nice of him to invite you over. Mari: Yeah ik… i”ll be there in a few minutes… once Adrien and Natalie comes,And Alya, maybe Nino to Idk 🤷♀️?? Sabine: Alright I love you Marinette I hope u will enjoy your time their… *The Car Arrives* Adrien: Hey,Mari what’s up with you today??? Mari: Uh.. n-nothing m..much I just had finished baking pastries. Adrien: Oh okay…. Alya: What’s up Mari??? Mari: N-Nothing… Alya:Oops my bad… I think we might have a little problem… Adrien: What is going on?? Natalie: According to the house chart it says that an tornado is coming to Paris at 6 pm tomorrow and is gonna stay until May or June. ……… Mari: Oh No, that’s that’s, bad news…….I feel really sorry for u Adrien because this………. means u can’t have your party.* Adrien sighs* *They Arrived at the Mansion* Adrien: Ima go to my bed room…* sighs* Mari: Adrien what’s wrong is everything ok? Adrien: It’s this girl.. I I like b-but I don’t know if she likes me back……Mari: Do I know her? Adrien: It depends her name starts with an “M and ends with An E”. Mari: Me?? Adrien:Yeah but the second reason in crying is… I feel like my dad doesn’t care about me at all. Mari: I will always care about u Adrien. Adrien: R-Really… Sniffs* Continues crying* Adrien: 😓!! Mari: Actually, Adrien I need to confess something to ya i… I Uh.. I like y-you more than a friend. Still cries*
Mari: Adrien stop crying please…… Adrien: Ok sniffs* Mari: Mwah 😘… Adrien: W-What….. okay…
Marinette kisses Adrien Again*
*Adrien kisses Mari*Chloe: What is going on!!!! Adrien stops kissing Mari* Adrien: Oh hi Chloe l.. can explain…… Chloe: Unacceptable!
Chloe: I can believe you had invited this loser over, I told ya I don’t do losers…. at all! Chloe: I thought me and u are best cousins, but how am I supposed to trust u when you invite a loser over?? Adrien: I really like Marinette and I’m not gonna let u have her! And plus, who ever said we were best cousins? If you keep lying like Lila. Chloe: I don’t even lie like that you should know that Adrien… Mari: Lemme guess you came here for Adrien? Chloe:Wrong! Adrien:DO NOT TOUCH MY M’LADY! Chloe: SHUT UP! Chloe: Marinette, u better listen to me loud and clear, u better pay attention or ima kiss u to death!
Mari: Chloe stop please it’s freaking 2 am in the morning nobody haves time to… listen to what you have to say about….. Chloe kisses Marinette~
Marinette jumps on Chloe- Adrien:Damn!
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tbh after covid i started remembering how shitty the world can rlly be and seeing everyone seemingly stop caring about the lives of others and realizing that we truly are the same human beings that have done torture and world wars and stuff and i feel like its really hard to keep trying to find the goodness in people. but reading ur blog gives me hope that there are still people out there who are gentle and kind or at least well meaning. idk ik that sounds privileged but i think this was my first personal experience w mass tragedy and i didn't realize that you dont rly genuinely know what it's like until you experience it
honestly i don't blame you at all LOL like i basically had the same experience and i think a lot of ppl did, esp young ppl. it was just like idk. the suspicion we had our whole lives that we're surrounded and governed by unempathetic assholes at best and downright heartless lunatics at worst was confirmed in 24K for 2+ yrs straight while the death toll climbed and that was that. it was and is really disillusioning. of course it's privileged to say that, but it's also simply the truth for many. there are tons of nuance-adding factors to covid and the way ppl responded to it but a lot of the behaviour has been straight up fucking unhinged, and just so beyond ignorant lmfao in such a universal way too. nobody has any conception of anyone or anything mattering outside of their own bubble, including me to an extent obviously. it's just jarring as fuck to think we live in that every single day, so cognitively dissociated from it to get by. it's awful, and i agree that it echoes the cruelty of the past in a really uncomfortable way :( the capacity for human maliciousness is truly something else.
anyway, all that to say, it definitely doesn't mean there isn't kindness out there, and in abundance too, it's just a difficult and weird world at the same time. so many conflicting realities all occurring at once, sense is bound to be scarce. thank u lovely!! <3 im beyond glad my blog can give you a bit of comfort while we're living through what seems to be an increasingly ridiculous joke. it does the same for me tbh half the reason i believe in Anything is because of random girl bloggers online. anyway it might be like getting blood out of a stone LOL but i genuinely believe in u. and i think the people we come across are sometimes well meaning, we're just all kind of alienated from one and other too. and i think u can and will find the support system you deserve with time, for real. maybe it's just more of a weeding out the bad sort of process, rather than being able to trust and believe in everyone and everything with freedom, sadly. sending u a lot of love! i know it's hard. don't doom scroll/stay stuck watching the news if you can help it, it just makes things feel heavier for no material change in return for that pain. mwah x
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heyhey!! how's going?<3
ABOUT MY REQUEST, i am so sorry if it took me so much🫂
what do u think about a poky challenge w the reader x characters from tr that you chose? (if you want to add nahoya cause i can't get over my brainrot >:()
and if it's possible fluff, and i don't have preference between hcs or scenario actually
(maybe someone else already did, but I'd like to read about your opinion cause i love ur writings mwah)
hope u will have a wonderful week, and take care lovely!<3
IDK WHO TO DO UHHHHH
LETS PLAY IT SAFE AND GO WITH A VARIETY SO HOPEFULLY ANYONE WHO READS THIS WILL HAVE ONE OF THEIR FAVS IN HERE
OKAY LETS GO
I MAY END UP DOING THIS AS A PROPER FIC W NAHOYA TOO TBH SO BE PREPARED
Pocky Game w Mikey, Draken, Nahoya, Mitsuya, Takemichi, Chifuyu and Baji (GN!Reader, platonic and romantic)
Mikey:
Refuses to share the pocky.
It's his snack you can't have some
Everyone's just yelling at him that that is the game until he finally caves to keep everyone happy
Will stare at you
Just looks you dead in the eyes until you back off and starts teasing you that he got the rest of the pocky stick
Absolutely requires it is the strawberry pocky because that is sweeter
If you don't back off and you get close to touching lips he starts frowning
We all know he isn't going to back down though so he'd end up kissing you briefly
Would make sure it isn't awkward and stays friendly with you to make sure it doesn't feel weird between you
If you're dating you are not getting much of the pocky, he'd bite it in half, kiss you, then take the rest
Draken
I would be astounded if you got him to participate
Would back off the second you start getting close to each other
Very polite about it and bits the stick so it breaks before you can get uncomfortably close
Pats you on the head at the end and laughs
Would look away from you but glance at you occasionally while playing to make sure you aren't uncomfortable with how close you are
Just a sweet boy that makes sure you feel safe
If you're dating he'd be nice and let you have most of the snack and give you a quick kiss at the end
Nahoya for Chia's brainrot
Would also steal most of the snack
Probably wouldn't back off because he's competitive.
Would kiss you to prove he can play the game properly
If you break it off he'd make some jokes and ruffle your hair a little
If you ended up kissing he'd stay close to you the rest of the game and make sure you talk properly at the end to keep any boundaries you want clear, or perhaps to confess something. You'll never know. Unless I write that fic. (Hold me responsible pls I'll procrastinate)
If you are dating he'd take little bites until you get up close and he'd give you a cute little kiss before hugging you
A cutie tbh
Mitsuya
He'd be such a gentleman
Checks with you before you start the game what you're okay with
Probably wouldn't get super blushy and flustered but he would get a little pink
In his head he's having a battle because he isn't sure whether to back off or continue
Would end up kissing you if you're okay with it
And maybe it's more than just finishing the snack because your lips are together just a little too long to not be suspicious
Looks you right in the eyes afterwards
Keeps glancing at you the rest of the day/night
If you are together he'd let you munch the pocky stick right up to his face and then give you a good proper kiss
Also a hair ruffler
im sorry for all the head pats and stuff its one of the main ways i show affection to ppl lmfao
Takemichi
Absolute mess
He's blushing like crazy and starts giggling every time you get sort of close to each other
Would most definitely get too flustered if you get too close and would back off
He REALLY doesn't want to make it awkward or anything but the poor man isn't exactly best at social skills so he's stumbling over words and apologising and checking he didn't make you uncomfy etc
If you were his partner he'd still get flustered.
Kisses you at the end and then grins
Chifuyu
Double and triple checks with you before you start playing that you're comfy with doing it and how it can go
Would not look at you the closer you get
If you get just close enough to kiss he'd wait until your lips just brush before backing away
Really doesn't want to take advantage of the scenario or anything and make it awkward
Would be a little pink and not look at you for a second, but when you do make eye contact he'd smile a goofy grin at you
In the event that this was not your first time kissing and you were romantically involved he would get a little blushy because he's happy to be doing it with you
Kisses you and then gives you a forehead kiss
Baji
Doesn't understand the game
Stole the whole box and ate it before you could play
Uhhhh i hope that was good if anyone wants and actual baji one feel free to request that, someone hold me responsible for that nahoya fic or i will procrastinate, but yeah hope u liked it :DD
#im simply bullshitting my way through life#hope you enjoyed!#thats all for today#i have to write an essay now#gn#tokyo revengers#mikey#sano manjiro#manjiro sano#pocky challenge#draken#ken ryuguji#ryuguji ken#nahoya kawata#kawata nahoya#takashi mitsuya#mitsuya takashi#takemichi hanagaki#hanagaki takemichi#tokyorev#chifuyu matsuno#matsuno chifuyu#baji keisuke#keisuke baji#tokyorevengers#tokyo manji gang
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TED LASSO RAMBLES
Idk where to start I'm at s1 e8 and so far it did EVERYTHING right I'm a bit in awe it is kinda predictable in being a comfort show but I'm comforted!!!
now jamie since you've made the lannister parallel I can 100% see it and smell the character development from a mile away it's the lack of love in the formative years but he'll work on it!!! he'll try!! I'm sure of that one and I'm already unbearably fond they better not let me down
both sam and dani are very much son shaped they're the best boys!!! All the love!!! i also love it how everyone was determined to hate ted but he cared for them until they folded it's the best trope he's very much a dad
roy is the dark tall handsome and silent we all fell for at some point but yeah he does it well so far he's growing into the leadership and keeley/roy MWAH but walk with me- jamie/keeley/roy? 🫣 IDK IDK I'm seeing the crumbs and the enemies to lovers potential??
skkskskd idk a lot of things I loved (the small community trope my love) this is just off the top of my head but yeah IT'S AWESOME sorry for the rant 👉🏼👈🏼
OKAY WOW UR RLLY FAST LOLOLOLOL
idk where i said it or who i said it to but i thought about jamie in those exact words. u can smell the development from a mile away. THEY ALSO MADE HIM SO EASY TO LOVE AS HE LEARNS!!! i want to say it's pretty himbo privilege but im bias towards pretty himbos so im not a great objective source!
TED IS SUCH A FATHER I LOVE HIM HE'S EVERYTHING TO ME AND ILL PROTECT HIM W MY LIFE!! KEELEY AND ROY IS SO CUTE OMFG!! CURRENTLY WHERE I AM IT'S GOING WELL!! well many ppl agree w u on ao3 about the roy/keeyle/jamie pairing so if u wanna go read over there that's smthn u can look into👀
AND YES I LOVE THE SMALL TIGHT KNIT COMMUNITY TROPE TOO!!! ITS SO HEARTWARMING AND WHOLESOME🫶🏼🫶🏼
#pls feel free to spam me in the dms w this adrienne#idk why my ask inbox has been wonky lately#moots🫶🏼#asks
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pls i’m reading all your asks abt body piercings,,, but that one person who mentioned having larger boobs // going braless !! it’s literally so ideal. i’ve pierced many nipples and let me just say; they look good on anyone !!! ALSO they tend to hurt a bunch within the first 12 months so going braless is perfect ! i get some prefer to use a bra for protection but tbh i feel as if the mass majority just let ‘em hang loose ??¿?
moral of the story— nipple piercings are for everyone and if anyone tells ya they aren’t (some piercers say it depends on the nipple but it rlly doesn’t. some are just a lil trickier),, fuck em >B)
OMG U PIERCED THEM??!!! i didn’t think u could get any cooler but it seems i was so wrong wth >< very much agreed tho,, i’ve never seen anyone who isn’t able to rock nipple piercings (and wen i was reading into them there were a lot of people w bigger boobs who had the same concerns and they ended up loving there’s) i went mostly braless with mine except for a lil cotton bralet whenever i went to work or just to help them feel a lil more secure — honestly i agree braless works for comfort ^^ VERY THIS!!! couldn’t have said it better mwah <333
#୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ moot mail#ֹ ۪ ఇ : [ina]#u are the coolest person i know ^^#THEY WOULD LOOK GOOD ON EVERYONE
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Talk about your OCs!!!!!!!!!!
i desperately wanted to respond to this immediately but i had a physiology exam this morning :(( have my post exam sleep deprived caffeine induced ramblings mwah <3
there's 3 of them rn and i love them all to pieces i have gone into wayyyyyy too much detail under the read more
so there's my demon baby who currently has no name. legit just The Demon in my brain. they started as a reader insert but i genuinely fell in love with them and am probs gonna keep adding to that au for a while (keep an eye out if u liked it)
Personally i see them as genderfluid - they can shape shift at will, but tend to lean towards mma/wrestler builds (1000000% can and will fuck u standing up) and charcoal grey skin (to blend in w the smog that fills their home skies).
physical characteristics? definitely has bat wings. love thin, membranous, and slightly translucent wings. they generally have claws and sharp teeth, a tail cause its fun to whip around and provides a nice counterweight + extra arm to grab things. they change the style of their horns like some ppl change their hair colour, a personal fav are ones either like a ram's or greater kudus's, but honestly if u like a different kind they've probably worn them for a bit for sure. tall and broad no matter what. this bastard is BIG and will use it to their advantage.
they feed off emotions, there's a whole taste menu thing i could get into, but generally they feed on fear cause its most readily available. their fav is happiness. just pure joy. tastes like bubbly sunshine and keeps them satiated for weeks. they can also amplify emotions, but can't create them if they aren't already there. summoned in the stereotypical way: fire, blood, latin chant (soap was just fuckin around for a laugh). no aversion to generic holy items, they aren't evil just another species. bright light will fuck them up tho cause they are nocturnal and have "evolved" for life in the darker hours.
can be mean. can be very very mean. knows where to hit to make it hurt, will absolutely be a little cruel on occasion when hurt by something. can also be very very warm, reading emotions makes it easy for them to give ppl what they need. generally is pretty sweet though, kinda like a creme brulee - brittle hard outside that you gotta crack to get to the soft sweet inside.
when i wanna get into their headspace i listen to maneater by the blue eyed blondes, gimme by she keeps bees (thnx for the rec on that one), keep it down by migrant motel, and i like the way you die boy by black honey. the pintrest board that i dump all the vibes in
the last one is still sorta in the work shopping phase. they're a cod oc, early to mid 30s again. i know their call sign is Jaws bc they tore someones throat out with their teeth when they got pinned down during a mission. they're head hunted by laswell after the 141 is a known force for their recon and undercover work. they get pretty close to gaz and soap, but struggle initially to break into the group cause the boys are such a well oiled machine at this point and don't really want to disrupt the status quo.
there's also the protag of my other cod fic (once again i have yet to name her). she's bi, in her mid 30s, and moved out to the edge of the forest after her last long term relationship ended (have yet to decide whether it was divorce or death). she's definitely a recluse, has a little bit of a hobby farm garden going (hugelkultur ftw), and grew up on stories about how the woods used to eat people (nova scotian; apalachian for sure).
BAD relationship w/her mother. they dont speak anymore. kind enough to her neighbours, but everyone kinda thinks shes a little strange, a little offputting (same girl). big on enjoying the little moments with the people she loves, sitting on the porch and drinking tea together kinda life.
she's honestly super special to me and i love her so much. abandoned and cranky but forced to confront that physical manifestation of grief and rage inside her when she gets attacked in the home she used to share w/her wife. and then soap? just kinda working his way into her life and very quickly getting close to her and being kind and gentle and reaching out a hand for her? idk if that was how it came out but that was what i was going for :)
anyways i listened to black hole by Griff on repeat when writing that fic, also kiss with a fist by florence and the machine. alrighty aphrodite by peach pit, lost without by shane guerrette, ghosts and monsters by saint chaos, and west virginia by the builders and the butchers were some more songs that made the writing playlist for her. pintrest board if ur interested :)
they had some trouble with their last unit too, butting heads with a shitty CO/team mate (tbd). this 100% made it into their rap sheet and gave them a bit of a rep as a trouble maker, they chose to lean into it a bit though and cause some problems on purpose for assholes. they are pretty standoffish at the start, can take a while to warm up to people. not super chatty, but enjoys spending time w/friends and will just chill and listen. loyal to a fault, but not to many ppl (eventually the 141, las, a few old team mates).
they aren't close with their family, parents passed in a car accident while they were on deployment and their sister feels like they abandoned her for the military (give an oc a happy backstory challenge has been failed). playing around with the idea of them faking their death and leaving their old team behind to go undercover at one point (the angst of being recognized by someone who thought they were dead and accidentally burning that bridge tho)
disco! in the panic room by bug hunter, hey child by the x ambassadors, choke by i dont know how but they found me, bury me face down by grandson, aint lookin by the wild feathers if i end up writing them w/one of the 141. a pintrest boards 4 u to browse :)
wow that got really long, thanks for sticking with it!! im sure i'll start posting a little more about all of them as i flesh them out, once i get through the paper and presentation i have for a couple of my classes next week im gonna have wayyyyy more time to write and explore them :))))))))
#snail i love u#i am holding ur face in my hands and covering u in kisses right now#foreheads pressed together like a kitty bonking those they love#the sea slug speaks
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