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pyronovas · 3 months ago

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ORBIT YOU ⋆⭒˚.⋆ CHAPTER TWO: SUN

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summary — your relationship with joel only becomes more skewed over the course of your time back at college before summer break, spending most of the time communicating with him through a screen.

author's note — it's here! i don't have much to say other than if you read and enjoyed the first chapter, i'm glad you're back!!

content warning — 18+ MDNI, dbf!joel, virgin!reader, age gap (20s/40s), terms of endearment (kiddo, sweetheart), phone calls, old man!joel trying to figure out technology, video calls, mutual masturbation over facetime, dom!joel, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, some attention seeking behavior, handyman!joel, teasing the shit out of this man

word count — 8k

It took a month for you to cave and call Joel.

You had tried to put on a front, like…really tried.

But, something about him calmed you.

It started with texts.

Joel

Some idiot took a staple gun to his hand.

How’s the astro whatever going?

You

AstroPHYSICS.

Linear Algebra is kicking my ass.

Joel

Damn that sucks.

The wording of it is plain and obviously, monotone, but you know he means it.

He checks in on his own occasionally, not bothering to text back when he sees you’ve read it, only really needing a sign of life, but then boredom strikes and you call him one night.

But, you have a totally legit and valid reason.

There’s no greeting or pause, the moment you hear him pick up, the words spill out.

“So hypothetically, if someone was to…I don’t know, break a handle off from the inside, how fucked are they?” you ask, staring at the broken mechanism in your hand with your towel tucked tight around your body and still dripping wet from your shower.

You can hear a spoon clinking against ceramic on the other end, the beep of a machine in the background, “Depends, are they talkin’ to me right now?”

You glance at the time on your phone, nearing ten o’clock at night, “Are you drinking coffee this late?”

“Yup,” he answers easily, slurping for emphasis, “didja break your doorknob?”

“Yes,” you reply distantly, like you’ve placed your phone away from you.

You had, Joel realizes after a while, hearing some clambering and a curse on the other end.

“Joel, I’m fucking stuck and my roommate isn’t home. I’m going to die in this shitty bathroom and all I have on is a towel, oh god…I think I’m having a panic attack,” you begin to ramble, dropping the broken half of the doorknob in a panic as you reach for your phone and drop to the floor, sinking against the cool wall of the tub.

“Sweetheart, you could always hang up and call the fire department,” Joel offers, “I’m sure they deal with shit like this all the time.

“Joel, I’m practically naked—and it’s embarrassing.”

“Worse is you dyin’ and they find you in just a towel,” Joel offers lightly and you can’t help but laugh at his dry attempt at humoring you despite your worry, “listen, can you fit it back into the hole? Sometimes it’s just because of a loose screw, if you can get the mechanism to connect long enough to turn the lock back, you’ll be alright,”

“How do I do that?” you ask candidly, slowly reaching for the doorknob as you rise to your knees and move toward the door again, carefully placing your phone against the door and putting Joel on speakerphone, “do I just—”

There’s a long silence and Joel hears what he thinks is you working away at making your escape, but it is eventually followed by a yelp and Joel nearly jumps from his seat on his couch like it would do anything.

He’s shouting your name on the other end for a solid minute before you finally answer.

“Christ, kid,” he exclaims, “what’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, my roommate showed up—I’m fine now,” you explain, “door is still definitely broken, though. I’m sorry for botherin’ you, I was freaking out a little,”

“Hey, nothin’ wrong with that,” Joel comforts you, “you gonna be alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah, Joel,” you assure him, “uh—goodnight?”

Joel chuckles, slurping loudly at his coffee, “Goodnight.”

After a couple months, those calls turn into more.

You’re working through your term paper when Joel’s name flashes in the corner of your laptop screen.

It was a video call.

That was strange.

You were barely dressed, a shirt hanging low enough beyond your waist that it covers the underwear and lack of shorts you had on, a blanket draped loosely over your shoulders.

You answered it anyway.

“She ain’t gonna answer, Tommy,” Joel speaks to his brother, presumably out of frame, “kid’s after a hell of a major at college, she ain’t got time to chat with you like that,”

“Joel,” you interject amusedly, “Hi,”

“There she is!” Tommy has never lacked in warm greetings, his smile showing bright under his thick mustache, clamping his hands over his brother’s shoulders as he leans down and into frame, “Hey, sugar, how’ve you been?”

You subconsciously pull the blanket tighter over your shoulders and lean into frame, “I’m surviving—college sucks, ya know?”

“Uh, I don’t, but, I’ll take your word for it,” Tommy chuckles, “Joel’s over here braggin’ about you bein’ a genius, like we didn’t already know that.”

Joel rolls his eyes, chewing absentmindedly at the tip of his thumb to hide the flash of embarrassment that he had been bragging about you to his brother.

“S’nice seein’ you, kiddo,” Tommy says fondly, “You’ll have to come visit us in the summer, miss havin’ you around. It’s been too long,”

“I’ll try,” you half-promise, eyeing Joel with a creeping suspicion as his head tilts up to look at his brother as he waves at you, suddenly standing and disappearing from frame to walk Tommy out, at least, that was what you assumed.

When he returns, his fingers peek into frame first and his body follows, sinking into the dining room chair with a silent look of apology, “He’s been buggin’ to see ya,” Joel explains away.

“Uh huh,” you reply as you opened up another window on your laptop to begin typing in your notes from an earlier class, “surprised you know how to work that thing,”

“I don’t,” he admits, “Sarah had to walk me through it over the phone before I called you,”

“Old man can’t figure out technology,” you tease, “I’m shocked,”

Your hand presses against your chest with a sneaking smile before you continue to type swiftly, the clacking of the keyboard audible to Joel as he leans forward again, squinting, and you catch him in the corner of your screen, laughing softly.

“You need glasses,” Joel knows it, you know it—still, he waved you off.

“Alright, we’re done here,” he says abruptly, having heard a billion and one lectures about his eyesight, “goodnight, kiddo—m’sorry if I fucked up your studying,”

“All good,” you tell him honestly, “I’ll just go and die of boredom now.”

It was a slippery path to more, neither of you expecting it initially.

Joel was practiced in keeping you at a distance without completely losing you, despite what had transpired on the camping trip a couple months prior, almost like a fever dream when your mind slipped there now.

He’s fit you into his routine—Sarah, Ellie, then you.

But, of course, you push it as far as he’ll let you.

You

Can I call you? I had a test to study for and I’m falling asleep.

Joel sends a thumbs up, which makes you huff out a weak laugh.

You’re in a similar attire to the last time he called, but the blanket was balled up at the end of your bed and your room was empty for the night—most students were out partying on a Friday night, but you were burying your head in study about Quantum Mechanics.

Admittedly, Joel had saddled himself for his own source of entertainment for the night—or well, release. The ding of your message had startled him slightly, palm rubbing over his slowly swelling cock as he scrolled through his favorite site, mumbling out a faint “Shit,” as your name appeared and hastily deciding to respond, not much critical thinking on his end.

“You’re my accountability for the night,” you tell him immediately, your face pulling up on the screen of his laptop as he clicks on the green ANSWER button, “alright?”

“Hello to you too,” Joel responds, catching a glimpse of his knee where he’s planted it up on his recliner, his elbow resting into the arm of the chair as he looks at you, face turned down as you flipped through a hefty pile of notes.

“Sorry, hi,” you correct yourself, offering a shy smile that Joel knows wasn’t that shy, “usually my roommate has music blaring and it keeps me awake but it’s too quiet, were you busy?”

Joel clears his throat, his erection not flagging in the slightest—shamefully, it had only gotten worse as he glanced at your breasts that were spilling out of the thin tank top, your bare nipples poking through the fabric and leaving very little to imagination.

“I’ll be alright,” Joel decides on, reaching for the remote to turn on his television, settling into a comfortable silence with you, “what’re you studyin’ tonight?”

“Quantum Mechanics,” you reply simply and Joel’s eyebrows raises in question, not prepared for the spillage of information on that topic, you look up at the exact moment he makes a face and giggle, “I’ll save your ears, don’t worry—so…you were busy?”

“You’re doin’ a lot of talking for someone who should be workin’,” Joel reprimands and the way your body reacts isn’t a surprise at all—maybe this was a bad choice.

“Quiet as a mouse,” you promise, shaking out your drying pen as you scribble it on the paper but it does nothing, without thinking, you stand, snug underwear on full display.

These are brightly colored and nearly see-through, hugging tight at your hips as Joel stares, entranced, at the curve of your ass and how perfectly it sits in frame as you lean around your desk to reach for a new pen, not even realizing what you had done until after sitting back down.

His eyes are wide before he can fix his face, “I—sorry, I’m rarely dressed when I’m in my room. I didn’t even think—” Joel hates how quickly his cock rises to full attention, adjusting himself further down the frame, and he makes a dismissive noise as his face morphs into a scowl, his default setting.

It hadn’t been intentional, but you’ve begun to notice something about Joel.

You spotted it back at camp, the night at the picnic table, and even now.

His gaze drifts, even without trying. He’s forcing himself to look at your face, the green light shining beside his camera, anywhere but the sight of your tits on his screen, but his self-control was severely lacking around you as of late.

And, you weren’t focusing that well, anyways.

You fake it, scribbling down some mindless nonsense in place of what should be your notes before you fake your pen drying out again and Joel had started to scroll quietly through his phone when he sees the shift on screen, but instead of turning out of frame you’re standing dead center, leaning over to reach the back of your desk.

He can see a sliver of your stomach where your shirt has raised, thighs pressing into the edge of the desk, where your panties tuck against your inner thighs, the outline of your pussy staring him down through the fuzzy camera lens and Joel jerks so hard at the sight that his camera shakes, biting away the silent laughter that fills your chest as he curses under his breath.

“Sorry, shitty pens,” you excuse lamely, returning to your seat, “what’s keepin’ you busy?”

“Answerin’ emails,” he lies, “tryin’ to get the contract for this next job figured out,”

Because, no, he hadn’t been scrolling through a list of videos to find something to interest him, subconsciously searching for anything that reminded him of you or resembled you, frustrated with how prevalent you had been on his mind since the camping trip but too pathetic to admit it to himself.

Avoidance was always the easier route.

“Riveting,” you smile kindly and survey him from across the screen, feigning a chill as you turn in your chair to spot the blanket on your bed, but Joel’s words come first.

“You’ve gotta stop gettin’ up, kiddo,” Joel pleads, face turned down but his eyes fixated on you.

You tilt your head and smile devilishly, but instead of getting up, you push your chair back to reach for the blanket—somehow, it was worse for Joel this way.

He watches you curled up in your chair, clearly enjoying that effect you had on him even from miles away, every inch of skin on display save for the few clothes you had on and it brings him back to the tent, flashes of your blissed out expression as you had listened to him so easily, bent yourself to fulfill his fucked up obsession with control over you in that moment.

The difference now is that you had the upper hand, knowing he’d never step out of place on his own, but with enough torture, Joel would inevitably break.

“He invited me out for drinks this weekend,” Joel says suddenly, desperate to distract himself, clicking his phone shut and shifting his gaze to his hands, still placed over his aching cock but unmoving, almost like punishment for viewing you this way.

You shrug the blanket around your shoulders and snap your textbook shut, trading it out for another place out of view, “You haven’t spoken to him since, have you?”

His non-answer is obvious, glazing sideways toward the front of his house in the exact direction of your childhood home and you shake your head with a dismissive smirk.

“You think he’ll take one look at you and know?” you inquire and Joel shifts back to you, eyes narrow slightly, and you add salt to the wound by mimicking him, “Sorry, I’m gonna have to skip out on drinks. I fucked around with your daughter and now I’m feelin’ guilty about it.”

“It ain’t guilt,” Joel argues.

“Isn’t it?” you challenge, “s’all well and good until you gotta face reality, right?”

You sigh deeply and snap the textbook shut, stack your papers neatly before you push them aside, “I interrupted you, didn’t I?” you ask him, glancing up at the picture frame placed behind Joel that showed the glare of the screen, the small rectangle that housed your face in the corner but the browser open and brandished with a popular adult site, slowly, you grin, “How do I compare?”

You’re being coy and it was fraying every nerve that Joel had left with you.

“See,” you begin, “the thing about technology like this—we’re miles away, but somehow it still feels like you’re right here with me,” Joel’s dick twitches at the sound of your voice, watching you lean back in your chair, the blanket falling from your shoulders, “but, it just isn’t enough.”

“We’re not doin’ this again,” Joel forces out, voice gruff and hard.

Still, his hand presses down against his cock to soothe the growing ache.

“Then hang up,” you say dismissively, pulling your straps down your shoulders, his eyes stuck like glue to the screen despite his words, “no?”

Joel shakes his head and you laugh softly at him, nodding in understanding.

“I wish I was there,” you tell him, voice softer, “wish you were here—” your fingers pull at the fabric of your top until your breasts spill out, hands cupping them together and squeezing, “and here,” your eye him, half-lidded, watching the subtle but visible movement of his hand as his laptop had readjusted purely by accident, working himself over with a rough squeeze through his pants.

Joel feels his throat swell, like he’s committing the ultimate sin.

Seeing you like this is different, vulnerable, baring yourself before him without an ounce of hesitation—only for him, not out of defiance or an itch to prove a point.

You’re needy, wanting, and he can see it in the way your mouth parts with a sharp breath as your fingers drag slowly over your nipples, trading one hand to trail further down your chest and out of frame, “mostly here, though,” he can’t see it, but your hands dip under the fabric of your panties, fingers spreading through the wetness that had gathered there, just from looking at him, knowing the effect you were having on him, “is that where you wanna be?”

Joel nods despite his mind searching for a reason to stall this from happening, palming his cock more noticeably through his sweats, and instead, he blames you, “This is all your fault,” he grits out, but you know he isn’t talking about the depravity at hand, rather the sizable bulge, then he was shifting his hand under the waistband of his pants to grab at his cock, knowing that first touch would seal his fate.

You two were already well-invested in the situation at hand, there was no end in sight.

“Is it?” you ask curiously, gasping as you dip two of your fingers inside of you and curl, squeezing tightly at your breast.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, hand working vigorously now under the fabric as he leaned adjusted his laptop to the arm of the chair more securely, sweetening the angle as his face strains out of frame but it gives you the perfect view of his heaving chest under his shirt, the thumb of his free hand curling over the waistband of his pants, giving you an enticing view of the trail of hair that led down to the base of his cock, desperate to taste him, “You can’t keep doin’ this to me.”

His gaze is locked onto the screen, pupils blown wide with a mix of desire and desperation as he watches you explore yourself, though all you can catch is the way his mouth hangs open, hastily shoving his shirt up.

“Let me see,” you beg, needy, “fuck—I miss it, miss you.”

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he mutters under his breath, and you can see him shifting in his chair as if contemplating his next move. “You’re pushin’ me.”

Regardless, he listens.

He shifts the material down his legs with a sharp, messy tug until he can kick the clothing away, his cock at center frame and painfully hard, balls drawn tight as he fists his cock swiftly, tugging alongside your breathy moans.

Normally, you’d drag this out and make use of the expensive toys you’ve kept so near and dear, but Joel was beyond worked up, teetering the line of busting his load, and you were impatient.

“Go on,” Joel encourages with a grunt, “since you’ve been teasin’ me all night,”

You reach forwardly quickly and angle your screen down slightly, still keeping yourself in frame but remove your panties, tantalizingly slow as you spread your legs apart, your fingers driving down the center of your folds as you circle your fingers through the copious slick that had grown in such a short amount of time, the glint of it visible even with the shitty laptop camera.

Joel chokes on a breath, dragging his thumb over the head of his cock and around, circling the sensitive tip as he traded glances between you and his throbbing length, "Show me how much you miss this," Joel breathes, his voice straining with every syllable.

Your fingers move expertly, teasing and exploring yourself with a sense of urgency. The heat between your bodies grows palpable, words exchanged through lust-laden breaths alone, your fingers circling over your clit desperately.

His hand works faster, the slick sounds of his arousal mixing with the echo of your moans.

You can see him struggling to keep his eyes on you, but every flick of your fingers sends him closer to the edge. Your body arches away from the chair, the soft glow from your screen highlighting every curve as you give in to the heat that was coiling in your gut, breathing heavily.

“I wish you would just touch me,” you say breathlessly, “— jus’ take care of me like you always have,”

Joel’s hands tighten around himself at the thought of you—how soft you would feel wrapped around him, how perfectly you’d fit with him, “You’re killin’ me,” he grits out, “you’re fuckin’ kill me—”

“You could be here, Joel,” you whimper, voice thick with desire. “I could be there with you. We could take our time…”

“Sweetheart,” it was warning, watching his fist work furiously around his cock, open-mouthed and strung out groans as he rocker his hips up into his grip, “I’m with ya, I’m right here—”

“S’not good enough,” you say truthfully, body shuddering as your orgasm was clawing at the edge of your sanity, “I wanna feel you so bad, want you to–fuck me—”

“C’mon sweetheart,” He groans, “make yourself come while I watch,”

You let out a whimper at his words, feeling the weight of his gaze on you despite only half of his face being visible. You lean back in your chair, spreading your legs wider, giving him a full view of your glistening core as you press two fingers deeper inside alongside your fingers that work over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Just like that,” he urges, his voice low, “Let me see how much you want it.”

You nod, breathless, feeling the pressure building within you like a coiled spring ready to pop, “Come with me,” you murmur between gasps, the distinct sound of skin sliding against skin echoing through the call, “please…please…”

Joel spills over his fist with a noisy grunt as you come, letting out a muffled cry through your palm as you hand clasps over your mouth, watching his cum spray against his stomach and drip over his fist, his breathing slowing as the moment passes.

He grimaces at the mess and you giggle, easing your shaky legs down to retrieve your underwear, leaning in close to the screen as he adjusts until his face is back in view, your tongue dragging against your bottom lip as you look at him, full seriousness, “I bet you wish I was there to clean up the mess now, huh?”

He shoots you a glare, though his scowl is visibly softer.

He cleans up hastily, watching you organize your things away quietly, collected, like you hadn’t just come apart from the sound of his voice and his leaking cock and Joel has the sense that this was always the plan, like you were always one step ahead of him, even when he wasn’t planning.

“Did you actually need to study?” Joel asks after a beat, “Or am I that gullible?”

“I found that experience…very knowledgeable, actually,” you joke, adjusting your shirt back into place and never amiss to the way Joel eyes your breasts hungrily.

Joel chuckles, the sound deep and throaty, raw, “A hell of a way to kill time on a Friday night,”

You nod knowingly, “Goodnight, I guess?”

Joel snorts out another quiet chuckle and nods, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

–

If only it had remained that easy.

Joel goes radio silent soon after—maybe busy, maybe torn up from the guilt that always seemed to creep back in after talking to you lately, but it worried you.

That, and, Joel listened.

He listened when no one else really did.

When you ace your semester final, there’s no one to tell.

Your father never answered his phone, a voicemail box full that he refused to empty, and a devastatingly lackluster response when you were able to reach him for something. Only when you were in town did his effort feel genuine, but even then, it was sparse.

It was little things—small things that seemed unimportant to others but that you knew Joel would treat as if they were bigger than life, a warm feeling you never felt with anyone but him.

Tommy, too—but with Joel, it was substantially different.

And when you get desperate, you get reckless.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react, but you snapped the picture anyway.

You had your breasts spilling over the edge of the lacy bra, hand resting on your hip as you framed yourself in the mirror, cutting off just at the tip of your hips and the way your finger hooked into the fabric.

It takes you too long, going back and forth over this being a terrible idea or a genius one, momentarily scrolling over your father’s name with worry, knowing that even with his lack of caring, he’d still send a message after a length of time, even if it was one-word.

Then you scroll to Joel’s name, scrolling through the various back and forth calls that had taken place over the span of a month or two, feeling a sinking in your gut that pulls the courage away.

It doesn’t return until later that night, conflicting thoughts in your head as you lay half awake and scrolling through your phone again that you find the brevity, swiftly scrolling through your contacts with blurry eyes to send the photo before you second guess yourself.

You succumb to sleep quickly after, avoiding the anxiety that creeps into your chest but returns the moment your eyes open, checking your phone with not a notification or response back in sight, half-tempted to drive back to Austin in search of answers.

But, on a whim, you scroll, checking through your messages and finding your father at the top, figuring that it should be Joel, but it wasn’t—then, it dawns on you.

“Oh, fuck,” you curse, quickly opening the message to exactly what you’re suspecting as the realization washes over, the scandalous picture on full display and SENT under your father’s contact name.

You scramble, rising to your knees in bed as you panicked to text Joel a simple 911 and pray that he picked up—fortunately, he does.

You try to stifle the anger that boils to the surface at how easily he answers after radio silence for so long.

“I’m going to ignore that you’ve been ignoring me,” you interject quickly before he can speak, “but please tell me you’re home or at least close to home,”

“I broke my phone a couple weekends ago, I’ve been waiting for the new one to come in,” Joel explains passively, but he hears the panic in your voice, “why—what’s goin’ on?”

“Are you home?” you ask again.

“I’m walkin’ out my front door,” Joel begins, hearing the door click shut.

“I need you to get my dad’s phone,” you explain vaguely.

“Alright,” he sounds unconvinced, answering slowly, “and why is that?”

“I sent him something by accident,” you rush out, heart racing as panic rises in your throat.

“Wait, what? What did you send?” Joel asks, the concern in his voice palpable.

You can hear him moving quickly down the steps, the sound of his boots hitting the pavement echoing in your ear and you send the photo over without any preamble or explanation, hearing his keys fall to the pavement.

“It was supposed to go to you,” you admit, feeling heat in your cheeks despite the distance between you, already suspecting the frozen look on his face, “I wanted you to answer me.”

“Kiddo, I’ve just been busy,”

“It’s been a month, you said you’ve been trying to get a new phone for a couple weeks,”

“We’re really arguin’ about this right now?” Joel asks, already heading toward your father’s house across the street, hastily coming up with a plan in his head, “You can’t do this shit.”

He leaves you on the phone as he shoves you in his back pocket, coming up with a bullshit excuse as he asks your dad for his phone, hearing how it had been dead all morning and hadn’t had a chance to check his text from you, specifically, hearing the uptick in Joel’s tone as he urges him to hand the phone over.

You can vaguely hear something about Joel needing to add his new number, even though it clearly hadn’t changed at all, your dad reciting his code as Joel attempts to make idle conversation to distract your father, assuming he’d accomplished what he came to do, you hear the brief goodbye and then loud shuffling in your ear.

“....what happened?”

“I took care of it,” Joel tells you, before swiftly switching gears, “do you have classes today?”

“No,” you answer hesitantly, “why?”

“I’ll be there in a couple hours,” You’re not sure why the admission makes you panic.

“Joel—”

“That was real fuckin’ stupid, you know?” Joel starts,

“What? Are you gonna rush down here to punish me over it?” You retort, a tinge of frustration in your tone.

“Is that what you need?” Joel counters.

There’s a heaviness to the silence that neither of you address.

“Just be ready,” Joel says with finality.

–

“I was ignoring you.”

He’d taken you to a diner further into town, wordless upon arrival, his hands tight on the steering wheel. The moment you two receive your food, he speaks, despite how you had been staring him down the entire ride there and while you waited for your meal.

“No shit,” your laugh is hollow, arms crossed over your chest, “you remember how I gave you an out and you still said no?”

The guilt is evident, flashing across his face as he eats, pointing toward your own to urge you to do the same, halfway through the meal he wipes his mouth and continues.

“It was a couple weeks, but I couldn’t stop fuckin’ thinking about it,” not you—it, whatever had been transpiring between you two, “I’m tryin’ to hold a damn meeting over zoom about scheduling and all I can think about is how you sound,”

“Then why ignore me?” you press him, “Why?”

“Because I should care about you the same way I care about my girls,” Joel admits, twisting idly at the watch on his wrist, arms settling against the table, “I do—but you’re not…mine,”

“What does that even mean?” you ask, increasingly irritated.

“I don’t want you thinkin’ you owe any of this to me. You ain’t my daughter and I never tried to be your father, we’ll never be that,” Joel explains and while he had filled a void that was lacking, you could recognize the difference, “but me and you, doin’ all that—I mean look at you, sending that shit to him, even accidentally—”

You weren’t thinking, only acting on desire that wasn’t even fully returned.

It was your turn to sit in silence, looking briefly out the window to the passing cars.

“The other two weeks weren’t that—I dropped it on site during my break and it got ran over, tore it to shreds. I had to replace it. You’re fuckin’ lucky I picked up, saved your ass…”

“So, what was your plan here?” you ask, impatient, “Lecture me? Discipline me?”

“Neither,” Joel decides, throwing a dirtied napkin on his empty plate before he nods to leave, placing a wad of cash onto the table to pay for the ticket.

–

Joel was unsettlingly silent, still tense from the meal you had shared, but he keeps making turns and you’re becoming more and more annoyed as time drags on.

“Don’t think I forgot about your birthday,” Joel quips, turning down a darker road with no street lights, leading to a building shrouded with darkness and surrounded by a thick, metal gate, “I’ve been tryin’ to find the right time to bring you out here, been buildin’ it for the past six months and Ellie thought you’d like it, mighta…brought it up to her,”

It’s giving you emotional whiplash the way he slides back into the comforting man he always has been in your life, physical and mental feelings aside, he’s always been good at it.

The concern is etched on your face as you squint to see through the darkness, wondering how many laws you were breaking as you passed the NO TRESPASSING sign, quickly snapping your head over to look at Joel.

“I’m headin’ the project, ain’t nothin’ for you to worry about,” Joel soothes, “now you ain’t gotta forgive me and you can go back to hatin’ me after this—”

“Easy,” you reply quickly, feeling the car pull to a stop as Joel cuts the engine and removes the keys, “you know—my birthday isn’t for another few weeks, so you’re a little early,”

Nitpicky, but you had nothing else to bite at him with.

Joel grins and beckons you out of the truck, shoving his key into the lock on the gate as you approach close by, snaking under his arm as he raises it to pry the gate apart, following in close behind.

“Lately we’ve been stickin’ to residentials but,” the door opens, hefty and solid metal as Joel urges you inside, “ain’t never built an observatory before, first time for everything ya know?”

Your eyes widen at the sheer size of the inside, the roof expanding high above your head to accommodate the large telescope that sat in the center of the room. The walls were adorned with intricate diagrams of celestial bodies, constellations mapped out with careful precision, and the ambient light was soft but inviting, casting a gentle glow over the room.

It felt like stepping into a sanctuary dedicated to the stars and space.

“Wow,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, taking in the sight of the observatory with an honest, authentic surprise before you pause, peering at Joel with a slight hint of worry, “—this is…breaking at least a few rules, isn’t it?”

Joel nods admittedly.

You walk around aimlessly, admiring the craftsmanship before your fingers trail along the lens of the telescope, dancing around the question without asking.

“All yours,” Joel tells you.

“Did you like it?” you ask suddenly, squinting to peer through the open slat of the ceiling and into the sky, astounded by the detail it shown, frozen for a stretch of time before Joel makes a noise, something between a huff and laugh, looking back over to find his hands settled against his hips, eyes squinting as if he’s searching his mind for the right answer to your question.

“Don’t lie,” you tell him, “I just…thought that you would like it. I’ve never taken one before, for anyone…”

“Look,” Joel starts, his tone growing serious as he moves closer to you, “I don’t think you need me to answer because you already know—you just wanna hear me say it,”

Damn, he was good.

You turn slowly on your heels to meet his approach, arms crossing tightly over his chest to close himself off to you, but you only step closer.

“Then say it,” you challenge him smugly, watching him swallow quietly under your gaze.

“We’re not—”

“Oh, save it,” you interrupt in a snarky tone, “I know the moment you get home you’re gonna jerk off to it and then try to pretend you’re better than all this,”

“It ain’t that,” Joel says defensively, “when the fuck are you gonna understand that?”

“Pull it up,” you demand him, nodding your chin toward the phone buried in his pocket.

Joel sets his jaw and yanks his phone from his pocket, realizing that his phone was still open to the exact photo you had sent him earlier, eyes lingering on the photo before you press a finger against his chest, “It would kill you, you know, to admit that you might want me,”

You casually lean over to click on the message, promptly deleting it.

“Is that all you’re worried about?” Joel asks, “You’re reckless, you don’t think about the consequences of shit like this? If your daddy had seen that photo—”

“Take me back to my dorm.”

“What?”

“Where do you draw the line, Joel? Is it only the thought of fucking me that repulses you? Oh, but telling me how to get myself off isn’t off the table, letting me jerk you off in the middle of the night and lick up your cum, that’s fine, right?”

His jaw clenches at your words, the tension thick in the air between you two.

You can see the struggle in his eyes as he fights against the pull towards you, his mind racing with conflicting feelings and thoughts.

“Stop,” he commands, though his voice lacks conviction.

He takes a step back, but you follow, closing the distance between your bodies.

“Why?” you ask defiantly, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze, “Why should I stop when you’re clearly thinking about it?”

“This ain’t the place for that,” he mutters, but even as he says it, his eyes flicker down to your lips, and there’s a primal hunger lurking just beneath the surface before he grabs your biceps and hauls you back out and to his truck, opening the passenger side door with a less than gentle manner as you climb inside, closing the door when you’re safely inside before slipping into the driver’s seat, silence settling.

He shifts in his seat, a growl of frustration escaping his lips. “This ain’t a game,” he warns, but his eyes betray him—showing a flicker of interest as they devour you whole, “if you can’t understand that—this, it can’t happen.”

“I think you really underestimate me,” you retort.

“No, I’m fuckin’ terrified of you,” Joel admits suddenly, “and how you’re makin’ me feel.”

Empathy has always been your weakness, but you’re hesitant with him now.

Guarded.

“If you didn’t want this I’d rather you say it instead of draggin’ this along,” you tell him.

Joel's gaze hardens, the tension between you thickening as you challenge him.

He was caught in your web, and he knew it.

“I want you,” he finally admits, the admission hangs in the air like a charged storm cloud ready to strike lightning down on the cab of his truck.

“Then stop fighting it,” you breathe into him, moving closer now but still keeping a distance, his face melting against your touch as you turn his head to look at you, “I can keep your secrets, Joel.”

He doesn’t answer with words, but he looks at you.

Right at you, eyes stuck on the way your lips part, taking in a shaky breath.

“I’m still wearing it,” you admit, voice raising a subtle octave higher with a sudden nervousness, “if you wanna see?”

Joel’s eyes drag to your chest instinctually, looking around quickly to survey the area.

He knew there wasn’t anything to worry about out here, covered in a thick shadow of darkness save the gentle light of the moon and he nodded, the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

Your heart races as you slowly lift the fabric of your shirt, revealing the delicate lace of the bra beneath. The air thickens with a hunger that washes over Joel’s gaze, his hand slowly drifting to rest against the knee that had shifted over his spread leg

“Fuck,” he breathes, as if he can barely contain himself. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

It was the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters to him at this moment that sends a thrill down your spine. You continue to tease, inching the straps of your bra down over your shoulders, as your fingers curl over the lacy cups and pull down.

“You can have a taste,” you whisper, your breath catching in your throat, “if you’re willing to get over that no-touch rule,” you notice the way his hand has already seemed to bypass it, squeezing at your knee gently before his fingers slowly curl around the side of your waist, pushing and pulling at the same time until your chest is presented to him, his eyes lingering on you for a brief moment before he places kiss at the center of your chest.

The warmth of his lips leave a sting as he trails, each side of your collarbone, your shoulders, down your chest again, the gentle contact sending shivers racing through your body.

You gasped softly, arching your chest further toward him, craving more and willing him to close the distance. “More,” you urged breathlessly, your hands finding their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him closer.

Joel’s mouth moved lower, kissing down your torso with a fervor that made your heart race.

His lips trailed over your abdomen, hot and possessive, as his fingers tugged at the fabric until it folded over, hanging uselessly under your breasts.

He paused for only a moment before lifting his gaze to meet yours again—his eyes dark with desire before you’re moving, quick and sudden as you spread yourself out over his lap, gasping at the feeling of his teeth dragging over your nipple, his tongue swirling around the skin as it hardened in his mouth.

Your back arches in response, thighs pressing tightly against him as you let out a low moan, watching him place gentle, but sloppy kisses as he looked up at you, gauging your response.

Your eyes are heavy, weighted down with pleasure as you sigh, head falling back in response.

“You have me,” you tell him, like a mantra, repeating with every touch of his lips.

Joel wasn’t planning on letting you go.

–

Joel watches you through the tiny screen of your phone as you fiddle with the new doorknob a day later, face contorted in concentration as you twist the screw into the fitted hole, “If this doesn’t work I’m kicking this door down,” you sigh, giving the screw one last tight turn before it clatters to the floor.

“I just walked you through, step by step,” Joel argues, “I’m startin’ to think you just don’t trust my advice…”

“Jury’s still out,” you respond absently, rising to your feet as you wiggle the doorknob to ensure it was secure before closing the door and opening it a few times, feeling satisfied went it doesn’t wobble when you pull, “....alright, you did good,”

Joel snorts tiredly, his camera fuzzy and badly lit as he laid in the dark, glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose as he looked at you through the screen of his phone.

He listened, clearly. You had nagged him over his terrible eyesight for years.

“You should be paying me for my expertise,” he jokes, a lazy grin creeping onto his face despite the late hour and you smile at his growing openness to flirt with you.

“Is that right?” You ask, slowly lowering yourself onto your bed, “What would you charge for a handyman like you?”

“For you, pro bono,” Joel says softly, rounded out by a yawn.

“I know something you can bone,” it was so bad it made Joel groan in disgusted amusement.

“Go to bed, sweetheart,” He urges, and the words have never sounded sweeter.

–

A couple days later, you’re holding up his work for a much needed opinion.

The dress hugs your figure perfectly, but you’re still undecided.

“I like the green one more,” Joel adds, his backdrop dull and grey, blank aside from the scattered post-its—he was calling you from work, which was new.

“You just said you liked the purple more,” you argue, easily stripping the dress over your head and walking toward the camera topless, his gaze flicking up cautiously out of habit even if he was protected on all sides.

You fit the green, pattern embroidered dress over your body and examine yourself through the screen, not quite sold, and neither is Joel.

“If you say you like the purple one again,” you warn him, “I’m blocking your number.”

“Can’t help it, kiddo,” he shrugs, “M’just feelin’ indecisive.”

Most of your interactions had been held purely over phone calls or video chats lately, desperately awaiting the end of your semester before summer break, attempting to make the best of the situation despite Joel’s still…occasional weariness about your relationship.

He was waiting for the other shoe to drop—knowing that no matter what good he had in his life, something was bound to fuck it up.

“Guess I’ll just go naked,” you decide, pulling the dress off in frustration before tossing it into the pile of clothes at the foot of your bed,

“Say that again,” Joel orders, his actions pausing on the other end as he stares you down.

“I guess I’ll go naked,” you say with emphasis, pushing your phone back slightly to prop against your pillow as your breasts push together by the force of your arms as they press into your mattress.

“Don’t joke like that,” Joel threatens, though his intention is empty. The tension crackles between you, thick and electric, a mixture of anticipation that never fails to send your heart racing.

You smirk, teasing him with a playful shrug as you lay out on your stomach, chin resting against your curled fist, “What are you gonna do? Drive down here and stop me?” Your tone is light and playful, but Joel isn’t finding it amusing.

“You keep actin’ like a brat—” you’ve never seen him so serious, immediately pulling back on your teasing, “then yeah, I will.”

“Jeez, sorry,” you laugh slightly, “I’ll cool off then.”

“You wouldn’t listen to me even if I begged,” Joel says decisively, “so fuckin’ hardheaded,”

“I can,” you argue playfully, “for you, yeah.”

“Touch yourself,” he orders suddenly, your eyes widening at the command.

But, he waits, not a single ounce of wavering on his end.

“You’re serious?” you ask incredulously, half-laughing.

“Dead serious,” he replies quickly, “I’m not playin’ with you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you consider it, the thrill of submission sending a rush of warmth through your body. You adjust your position slightly, arching your back to subtly tease him before slowly slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties.

“Go on,” he encourages, “play with yourself, sweetheart.”

Admittedly, it was too easy.

Having him there, stern gaze stuck on you as your fingers circled your clit with a newfound urgency, free hand fisting into the sheets so hard you think the stitching might rip.

“Keep goin’,” Joel speaks distantly, “look up at me, kiddo,”

You do, embarrassed at how desperate your expression read through the camera, teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your hips rocked against the hurried movement of your fingers.

“Yeah, you close?” Joel asks, watching you stifle a moan into your arm.

You nod frantically and release a sharp, shaky breath.

“Stop,” he demands suddenly, your body listening so intensely that you don’t even think when your fingers stop moving, they just do.

“What the fuck, Joel?”

“Hands off ‘til summer,” Joel orders—it wasn’t that far, but enough that you scoff, which Joel takes as an act of defiance and raises an eyebrow in question, “that a problem?”

Shamefully, you shake your head.

“A couple weeks won’t kill you,” Joel assures you, “but if I find out you have…”

“I won’t,” you promise him, meaning it.

“Green, by the way,” Joel adds casually, “I like the green.”

You roll your eyes playfully at that, hearing his muffled but sincere goodbye as you hang up on him, your airy giggle like a melody as it sings through his speaker.

If only he could hold himself to the same damn rule.

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mayahawkesfirstwife · 4 months ago

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FILMING

PAIRINGS G!p Shin Ryujin x Fem! Reader

SUMMARY In the middle of having sex, Ryujin starts recording you when you’re fucked out.

WARNINGS Smut, p in v, no protection, teasing, overstimulation, degrading kink, praise kink, breeding kink, she starts recording without ur permission (u are fine with it), AFTERCAREE🥰, fluff, etc.

AUTHOR NOTE My first Ryujin fic😛 that’s my wife, she’s so fine!! #needthat!!! Sorry if theres any mistakes or anything like that!! (I didn’t read over it)

“F-Fuck…”

You whimper under your girlfriend, Ryujin who was fucking you hard, her hands on either sides of your body.

She had already made you cum on her cock about 4 times. Your legs were in the air, up against your chest, giving her easier access to fuck into you.

She looks up at you, you’re completely fucked out, head to the side as your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open, letting out whines and moans as you hold your legs into your chest the best you can.

She reaches into the nightstand, pulling out your video camera and she opens the viewfinder and hits record.

She thrusts harder, trailing the camera down to your pussy, her dick drilling in and out.

“That’s it, baby…” She groans, grabbing the back of your thigh to hold you steady.

She moves the camera back to your face, “You’re so fucking beautiful, all fucked out on my cock.” She pants, grabbing your chin, turning your head to her.

“Look at me, honey”

You open your eyes and gasp lightly, she was filming you with your video camera. You’ve both recorded yourselves in moments like this before but you didn’t even realize she had it out.

She thrusts harder and you squeal, “B-Baby! Oh!” You whine.

“You like that? You like when I film you taking my huge cock? Hmm?” She rubs your chin before moving her hand down to rub your clit with her thumb.

“I love it, baby…” You whine, grabbing her arm, you squeeze it as she trails the camera down to your pussy.

“Look at that, oh my fuck. You’re so wet, hear it?” She chuckles, you nod repeatedly, moving your other arm to grab onto the sheets, squeezing them in your palm.

When you’re not holding your legs they slowly fall forward, on both sides of her arms.

You whimper when she hits your g-spot, your legs fall onto the bed, she grabs a hold of your leg.

“Keep your legs up.”

You whine, “I-I can’t! It’s t-too much.”

She chuckles, “Dumb baby, i’m recording and fucking you at once and you can’t hold your legs against your chest?” She said, you shook your head with a pout.

“Useless little slut.” She lifts up your legs and pushes them into your chest harshly, you groan.

“Feels so good! P-Please don’t stop! That’s the spot…” You whimper.

“Yeah? That the spot?” She trails the camera up to your face.

Your eyes are squeezed shut again, “Hey. Hey, look at me.” She grabs your neck, squeezing it.

You look up at her with a frown, “Hold your legs against your chest or I will pull out.” She warns.

“B-But!” You pout, she pulls out a few inches to prove it and you grabbed your legs quickly, holding them to your chest.

She shoves her cock all the way back in, “That’s a good girl.” She groans, thrusting harder.

You moan, “R-Ryujin.”

You toss your head back into your pillow, she chuckles. “Moan my name. Do it again.” She said.

“Ryujin!” You whimper, she hums, holding your thigh, you grab her hand, squeezing it.

“I-I love you, baby.” You moan, she grabs your hand and kisses it. “I fucking love you, pretty girl.” She said, trailing the camera to your pussy.

“S-Shit! You’re squeezing around me so fucking good. I love your pussy so fucking much.” She groans, letting you hold her hand.

She groans loudly, “You feel so fucking good! I’m about to cum.”

She squeezes your hand back, “Are you close, baby?” She pants.

“Y-Yes, I-I’m so close…” You whine, she thrusts even harder and faster, making you squeal.

“Cum on my cock.” She moans, you dig your nails into her hand, moaning louder than ever as you came down on her cock.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” She warns, moving her hand down the back of your thigh, you continue to hold onto her hand, needing some kind of support and comfort.

“A-Are you gonna cum in me?”

She trails the camera to your face, you look up at her with doe eyes, pout on your face, she kisses you sloppily “Gonna cum in your pussy.” She murmurs against your lips.

She pulls back with a groan, “Fuck yeah, that’s it.” She says, you feel her cum shooting into you, making you moan softly.

She gives a few more thrusts, you tap her hand and squeeze it, she pulls out, quickly putting the camera close up to your pussy.

Her thick white cum drips out your pussy, she hums, rubbing her dick over it then stuffing it back into you.

“W-What are you doing? O-Oh, fuck, it’s too much!” You whine.

She groans, keeping the camera close to your pussy. “Need to fuck my cum back into you, want you have every last drop.” She hums.

You bit your lip, giving her the same pouty look, “Y-Yeah?” You whine.

Her dick gets all sticky and white from her fucking her thick cum back into your pussy, it felt so good.

You whimper, “It feels so good…you won’t stop, right? Please?”

She shook her head while she pants, “No, no, I won’t stop, gonna make you cum again.” She said.

“I won’t last long…” You whine, she nods, squeezing your hand that you still held.

“I won’t either, baby.” She moves the camera up to your face.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, I love when you make that face. All pouty for my cock.” She moans.

“Y-You’re gorgeous.” You whimper out, she chuckles. “Oh, yeah?” She smirks, fucking into you harder.

You moan loudly, mouth staying open as you hold eye contact with her, it was so hot and only pushed you further to your climax.

You squeeze her hand, she shows the camera your hands then your face again.

“My beautiful girl, you gonna cum?” She trails the camera to your pussy.

“Y-Yeah, a-are you close?” You whine, she nods quickly, you feel her cum into you again, squeezing your hand tightly as she groans.

“O-Oh! Y-Yeah, that’s it!” You moan loudly, cumming around her dick.

She pants, giving you a few more thrusts before pulling out.

She moves the camera close to your pussy, when you try to put your legs down to rest them she holds your thigh up, “Keep them up.” She said.

You sigh, holding them up for her, “Just a little longer, you gotta see this, mhm?” She hums, grabbing your ass as her cum drips out of your pussy, all over your ass and on the bed sheet.

“It’s fuckin’ everywhere, you did so good for me.”She rubs up your leg, “You can put your legs down.” She said, you put them down and shutter, feeling good all of a sudden.

She stops recording and shuts the viewfinder before setting it on the nightstand and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, m’kay?” She got up and put her boxers on, she went to the bathroom and you heard the water running.

“Hey, you want a hot bath or a warm one?” She asked, coming around the corner.

“Warm.” You hum, sitting up right, she goes back to the bathroom.

She comes back to the bedroom after a few minutes, “Your bath is ready, come here.” She grabs your hips, helping you up.

“Want me to carry you?” She asks, you nod with a smile.

She picks you up with ease and carries you to the bathroom, “Here, I got this to wipe your thighs and stuff.” She hands you a warm towel, you grab it.

“Thank you, baby.” You blush, leaning in peck her lips, she smiles.

“You know, I’ll always take care of you, my love.” She kisses your cheek, you giggle.

“I’m gonna go change the sheets and put the dirty one in the washer, I’ll be right back, is that okay?” She said, you nod, “Mhm.”

She leaves for a few minutes and when she comes back you were in the bath, playing with your sponge.

“I’m back, honey.” She said, you look up, “Baby, come inside, please?” You ask, she chuckles.

“Not the first time I heard that tonight.” She jokes, taking her boxers off and her tank top before getting in with you.

“Really, baby?” You giggle, she rubs your back and you hum, cuddling into her, “Don’t fall asleep, now.” She chuckles.

“Mm, I won’t, just…tired.”

She chuckles, “Alright, let’s get washed up then so you can rest.”

After your bath, she helped you get dressed and then she got dressed and you got into the bed with the fresh sheets.

You hum, pulling her hand when she crawled into the bed, “Come here.” You whine, “I’m comin’, so impatient.” She chuckles, pulling you close to her chest.

“I love you, baby. I had a nice time tonight, you treat me so well.” You said, pecking her lips.

“Of course, you deserve it. I love you so much.” She kisses your head as you lay back down on her chest.

“Goodnight…”

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kawoala · 4 months ago

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LAST SEEN WITH:

I COULD BE ENOUGH, ATSUMU MIYA

DESCRIPTION: four years ago, you broke up with atsumu. out of fear or out of hope for his future, you’re not sure. running into him in the grocery store was never planned, but neither was you getting pregnant, right?

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: teenage pregnancy. pro vball player!atsumu. profanity. a little bit of angst. hidden pregnancy. flower symbolism if you squint. hamilton references (not sorry for this). 21-24 yr old!atsumu. implied marriage.

word count: 1,998. (shoutout to @pmgranate for beta reading).

“atsumu?”

the man in front of you looks nothing like the boy you once knew. taller, broader, more rugged than you ever imagine him to be—but the smile on his face is more familiar than anything else you’ve ever experienced. there’s another man hanging on his shoulder, a wide grin on his face as well. he’s shorter, bright orange hair falling messily against his forehead. he looks vaguely familiar as well, but you can’t think about anything other than the fact that atsumu is standing right in front of you.

“y/n.” his smile falters slightly and he squares his shoulders, seemingly trying to make himself look bigger. “uh, hey. holy shit, yeah, hey. i didn’t know you . . .” he trails off, gaze dropping to the little brunette girl tugging on the hem of your hoodie. “oh, i mean crap. sorry, didn’t see her. are you, uh, babysitting?” he shrugs and you can tell he’s trying to make small talk, trying not to make things awkward.

“mommy, can i get candy?”

his eyes widen, and so do his friends. “mommy?” he repeats quietly, meeting your eyes again. “you-“

your palms start to sweat. you’ve imagined this day thousands of times, practiced what you were going to say, but now, as the moment finally arrives, you’re speechless. with no words to explain yourself, you turn to your daughter, smiling softly. “of course, sweetie. do you want to meet my friend first?”

she looks up at the two men and nods. she’s always been shy when meeting new people—you suppose she got that from you. “hi,” she whispers, waving at them.

“dude, she looks-“

“hi,” atsumu says softly, cutting off his friend. he crouches down to her height and lets out a shaky breath. “i’m atsumu. what’s your name?”

she hums and wraps her arms around one of your legs, trying to hide behind it. “ayu. you’re my mommy’s friend?”

“mhm.” he nods, glancing up at you for a moment. “we met a long time ago, probably just a little bit older than you. how- uh, how old are you?”

she looks up at you and you bite the inside of your cheek. you reach down, lifting her up and settling her on your hip. atsumu stands as you do so. “she’s four,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes. “almost five; next month.”

you see gears turning in his head. he was never good at math, but the moment it clicks for him, his face drops. he opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat. he looks at his friend, who looks confused. your daughter puts her face in your neck and lets out a yawn. you hadn’t even realized it was almost one o’clock—past her nap time.

“listen,” you start, finally looking at him, “my number hasn’t changed. i know what you’re thinking and-“ you sigh. “and, yes, you are. i need to get her down for a nap, but we’ll . . . talk about this. i know it’s a lot to process.”

he blinks at you, his jaw slack. you pick up the basket you had previously sat on the ground and smile, tight-lipped and brief. “goodbye, atsumu.”

[atsumu, 2:01 PM]: Can I come by on Saturday? It’s Atsumu btw You probably knew that

yes. does 12 work for you?

[atsumu, 2:07 PM]: Yeah See ya then

on saturday, you wake up early and deep clean your house. ayu wakes up when you start vacuuming, and you would feel bad if she didn’t look so adorable with her bed head and puffy cheeks. it reminds you of atsumu—how she sleeps like a rock, drooling and snoring. you put on an outfit that makes it look like you kind of have it together and sit on the couch with ayu until your doorbell rings at 12:17 in the afternoon.

your head whips towards the door, chest rising and falling imperceptibly faster. ayu doesn’t look away from the TV, too engaged in the episode of bluey playing on the screen. you stand, albeit a little wobbly, and walk to the door. before opening it, you take a deep breath and exhale out of your nose.

it’s now or never, right?

“hey,” atsumu says as you open the door, sounding breathless. he’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other tucked into the pocket of his beige pants. the hoodie he’s wearing looks familiar and worn—he’s had it since high school, you think. he holds out the flowers to you and smiles sheepishly. “i, uh, got you these. i don't know if that’s . . weird, sorry.”

you take them with a smile. “orchids are my favorite.”

“i know.” his eyes soften and your knees feel weak. it surprises you that he’s still able to make you feel this way even after all these years.

you stand there for another moment, just staring at each other, but a loud noise from the TV snaps you from your daze. “oh, um, yes, come in, please.” you step to the side and he walks in, eyes set on ayu, wrapped in a blanket.

he turns to you as you close the door. “so,” he hesitates, wiping his hands on his pants. he’s just as nervous as you are. “she’s, um, she’s mine? i- i mean i’m her . . . dad?”

your smile falters. you knew you were going to have to talk about it, but you weren’t quite as prepared as you thought you were. you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and walk across the living room in the kitchen. atsumu follows.

“i got pregnant in the middle of our third year,” you start, reaching up into a cabinet to pull out a vase. you turn to the sink and start filling it with water. “i knew that you were on track to become a professional volleyball player, but i also knew that you . . . that you would have dropped everything to support ayu and i.” you pause, spacing off as the water fills the vase. water dribbles down the side, pricking your fingers, and you sigh, turning the faucet off and turning to him. “volleyball was your passion—is your passion. i didn’t want to prevent you from chasing your dreams. so i broke up with you. i hid my pregnancy under big jackets and, well, i gave birth to ayu just as i started university. it was hard taking care of a bag by myself—uh, my parents . . .” you trail off hoping he gets the point.

he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing as he does. he nods, gesturing for you to continue. you’re not sure he knows what to say. you wouldn’t.

“i had to drop out to get a job and care for ayu.” your gaze drifts to your daughter, sucking on her thumb. you’ve tried to get her to stop, but nothing seems to work. “i’m not . . .” again, you sigh. “i’m not telling you this because i want anything from you, atsumu.” you look at him and nearly melt. his eyes are glossy with tears; he’s always been emotional. “there was no more hiding it after running into you at the store.”

he looks down at the floor, fingers twitching at his sides. it’s quiet for a long, long moment. finally, he looks back up at you, brows furrowed. “y/n, you should have told me.”

“i know,” you sigh. you place the flowers in the vase and stare at them for a second. “i just- you would have quit volleyball, gotten a job at some minimum wage place. you . . . that’s who you are, atsumu. you . . . you would have been a good dad, but you’re an amazing volleyball player.”

“i can still be a good dad.” it comes out almost involuntarily, you think, based on the look on atsumu’s face after he says it. “i- i mean.” he swallows and takes a step. “i’d like to, if you’d let me. i already missed four years—nearly five. i don’t want to miss any more.”

your brows furrow, but not in frustration or confusion. the emotion swirling in your stomach is one of indescribable feelings. you sigh quietly and walk around the island to the living room, gently sitting on the edge near ayu.

“hi, sweetie.”

she looks at you and smiles, wide and innocent. “hi, mommy.”

“ayu, do you remember what i told you about your daddy?” you’re so afraid, so scared that this won’t work out. scared that you’ll run away again. scared that atsumu won’t want to do this once he finds out how hard it is.

she thinks for a moment, humming quietly. “that he was- was off on an adventure.” she doesn’t quite say adventure right, but you don’t correct her.

“yes, exactly.” you nod. you glance back at atsumu and nod your head towards the couch. he takes tentative steps and sits down on the other side of ayu. “and you remember my friend from the other day? atsumu?”

she nods, eyeing the blonde hesitantly.

“okay, that’s good. you’re so smart, ayu.” you smile and pinch her cheek lightly. she giggles, swatting at your hand. “atsumu, do you want to . . .”

his eyes widen a fraction and fear flashes across his face. okay, he’s scared too, you think. he turns to ayu and opens his mouth. nothing comes out. he blinks at her, eyes roaming her chubby face. “i’m . . . back from my adventure?”

you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out. atsumu sends you a panicked look and it only makes you laugh more. “atsu, just be truthful.” the nickname slips out before you even have time to think about it.

he smiles nervously and takes a deep breath. “ayu,” he starts. she looks at him, eyes wide and curious. “i’m your dad.”

there’s a beat of silence before ayu looks at you and juts her bottom lip out, eyes glossing over. “he’s back from his adventure?” she whispers, lip wobbling. when you nod, she looks at atsumu and stares at him. “hi, daddy.”

he barks out a laugh, wet and involuntary. “hi, ayu.”

“daddy, i want the purple one!”

the image before you is picturesque. your daughter, on the hip of your soon to be husband. they don’t seem to care that seven is too old to be carried, and, honestly, neither do you.

after the day that it all came out, things fell into place quite easily. atsumu was in your life again, dropping by unexpectedly, always with a bouquet of orchids. you started bringing ayu to his games—she always cheered the loudest for him. and somewhere along the way, atsumu became more than just ayu’s dad. late nights on the couch, sharing leftover pasta, reminiscing high school memories. somewhere along the way, late nights became staying the night. sharing pasta became sharing kisses. reminiscing became making new memories.

like this, a weekend at the zoo. you had spent over an hour at the tiger exhibit—ayu’s favorite animal. she rattled off fact after fact and atsumu listened to every single one, even if they were wrong.

“okay, princess, we can get the purple one.” atsumu reaches out and snatches a purple teddy bear off the shelf. he turns to you and winks and you feel your face heat up. “what should we get for mommy, hm? you think she wants a matching teddy bear?”

ayu hums and glances around the store before pointing at another shelf, full of tiger plushies. “we should get her a tiger! she loves tigers.”

you walk up to them, first placing a kiss on ayu’s cheek, then atsumu’s. “i love tigers,” you confirm with a nod. “and i love you.” you reach out and pinch her cheek and she giggles, squirming in atsumu’s arms.

“aw,” atsumu pouts, jutting his lip out dramatically. “what about me, huh? you love me too, right?”

“maybe.” you shrug playfully. he smiles widely and leans forward, pecking your lips quickly. “okay,” you relent, “fine. i love you, i suppose.”

he hums, eyes softening. “good. i love you too.”

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steddiealltheway · 2 years ago

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(A special post for my dear friend Cass @henderdads who is celebrating 10k followers 🫶💛 can’t wait to celebrate more milestones with you 🥳)

Eddie watches the follower count on the Corroded Coffin TikTok rise every time he refreshes their page as the rest of the band looks over his shoulder.

“I can’t believe your bat song is going to bring us to ten thousand followers. Considering it’s about-”

“Shut up,” Eddie cuts him off, refreshing the page again.

“Seriously though,” Grant says, pointing at the follower count, “We’re going to hit ten thousand pretty soon.”

“Which is a big milestone for us,” Jeff adds before circling in front of where everyone in staring at Eddie phone. “Shouldn’t we celebrate or something?”

All the boys pause for a moment, and Eddie can feel them all staring at him, waiting for some type of creative revelation as if he can just come up with something on the spot like... “I have an idea.”

Gareth and Grant high five as Eddie jumps up and points at Jeff. “Go get some lame confetti party poppers and a cheesy celebration cake.” He turns to Gareth and Grant and points at them. “You guys need to find out how to put our follower count on a laptop or something while I set up my room so we can do a livestream on Tiktok in there.”

“We’ve never done a livestream.”

“Exactly!” Eddie says clapping his hands excitedly, “That’s what will grab people’s attention and boost our follower count. We’ll tell them that follower ten thousand will get a special private video from us or something. I don’t know. Whatever they want!”

“What if they ask us to strip?” Grant asks.

Jeff sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “No one is going to ask you to strip, dude.”

“You never know!”

Eddie just laughs as he rushes off to his room.

“Wait!” Jeff yells after him.

Eddie pauses and turns around.

“What money am I using to by this stuff?”

Eddie sighs and digs his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out two twenties and handing them over. “If this doesn’t cover it, you’ve done something wrong.”

Jeff smiles widely before running out the door yelling, “I’m gonna spend all of it!”

Eddie doesn’t even care about his money going down the drain, he’s too excited about reaching ten thousand and being able to call Wayne about it. For now, it’s time to seriously do some work to his room in order to make it somewhat presentable…

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie adjusts the camera stand and the ring light he bought for their videos that he gets constantly made fun of for buying. But the guys can’t deny how much better their videos look, so he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jeff, give me your phone.”

Jeff hands his phone over but whines, “Why my phone?”

“Because you have the best camera,” Eddie explains, setting it up and going to their tiktok page. The numbers are quickly climbing through the nine thousands, and at this rate, they’ll definitely hit 10k during the livestream.

Once everything is prepared, Eddie asks, “Ready?”

Everyone nods and Eddie starts the livestream. He waves at the camera and watches the view count grow quickly. “Oh wow. Hi everyone. We haven’t done this before, so sorry for anything weird that may happen or when Grant inevitably says something dumb.”

Eddie gets a smack on the back of the head as Grant says, “Hey!” Jeff and Gareth just look at each other knowingly and laugh.

Eddie half winces and smiles as he rubs the back of his head and reads the comments asking about the numbers on the computer. “Oh shit. Yeah! Oh wait, I don’t think I should’ve sworn. Oops. Uh, anyways!” He takes a deep breath and gestures to the computer screen. “So, this the whole reason for our livestream. We’re about to hit ten thousand followers-”

“Thanks to you guys!” Gareth interjects.

“Yes, thank you guys. Really. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you,” Eddie says sincerely, laying his hands over his heart. “And we thought that we’d do something special for our ten thousandth follower. Maybe send them a video of us doing a cover of their favorite song or something. We don’t know! Whoever it is, you get to choose.”

“But you can’t make us strip!” Grant yells.

Eddie runs a hand over his face before gesturing dramatically toward Grant. “And this is what I meant when I said Grant would inevitably say something dumb.”

Gareth and Jeff just laugh as Grant turns red. Eddie turns around and pats him on the shoulder. “You know we love you.”

“Yeah, because you would suck without me.”

Eddie turns around and looks at the camera. “That’s absolutely true.” He looks at the comments and notices people asking them questions about when they’re releasing another song and if they’re planning on touring anywhere soon.

Jeff leans over squinting and says, “Oh! Our next song is called Hellfire Rains!”

Gareth looks at him slowly and asks, “Dude, are we allowed to say that?”

Eddie puts his head in his hands. This is absolutely a disaster, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s head pops back up. “We could do something even worse and give them a sample of it.”

He sees the comment section flood a bit with affirmations of YES PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.

Eddie turns to the guys and shrugs. “Are you guys good if I play a weird acoustic version of it?”

All the guys shrug and nod until Jeff stops to say. “Wait, what if we hit ten thousand during that?”

“Then, you guys stop me and we look at the follower,” Eddie replies.

Jeff nods and says, “Okay, but what if I told you we’re only nine followers away from ten thousand?”

“What?!” The rest of the boys yell and turn to the computer, noticing the numbers going up.

Eddie scrambles to grab his phone and go to their page, refreshing their notifications to grab the name of the ten thousandth person. He quickly looks at the camera and says, “Okay guys, I’ll give you that cover after we hit this milestone and freak out.” He refreshes the page and grabs Gareth’s shoulder. “Wait, do you have the party poppers?”

“Shit!” He yells running to the plastic Walmart bag and digging through it, handing them to everyone.

“It’s about to happen guys!” Jeff yells.

Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he refreshes the page over and over.

“Holy shit!” Grant yells first as Gareth and Jeff yell to celebrate. Eddie glances at the screen showing 10,000 and laughs as everyone pulls their confetti party poppers. He turns back and refreshes the page.

He freezes.

“Eddie, man, who is the lucky person?” Jeff asks excitedly.

Eddie looks at them with wide eyes.

“What?” Gareth asks.

Eddie looks back at the name and presses on the profile, noticing their mutual followers confirming that it’s a legit account. “Oh my god.”

The guys all rush around his phone and stare at the page.

Gareth shrieks with laughter. “Holy shit! Steve Harrington? The same infamous Steve who your bat song is about?”

“The same infamous Steve who you had a horrible crush on in high school but could never get the courage to talk to him?” Jeff adds with a laugh.

“I talked to him once,” Eddie grumbles out running his hands over his face. This cannot be happening.

Gareth laughs loudly and says, “Let me recall it.” He turns to Jeff and acts like he gets flustered as he says, “Uh. Steve. Steve Harrington. You’re. Hi. Yeah. You. Uh. So Dustin and you. That’s cool. I. Well. Good seeing you!” Gareth then turns to run away quickly.

Jeff laughs loudly as Grant says, “Uh, guys?”

Eddie shakes his head as Gareth and Jeff ignore Grant to laugh about it until Grant yells, “Guys!”

They all look at him and notice him staring off. Eddie realizes that he’s staring at Jeff’s phone…which is still streaming.

They all seem to realize it at once and freak out. “Turn it off! Turn it off! End it!” Eddie yells as Grant drops the phone and Jeff scrambles to end the livestream.

They all pause and slowly look at Eddie who breathes out, “What are the chances that Steve wasn’t on that livestream and that everyone will forget about this?”

The rest of the boys slowly turn to look at each other with grim looks on their face.

“Oh no,” Eddie says burying his face in his hands. This is not going to be good.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Sure enough, the next day, there’s a viral TikTok going around of the movement that someone had screen recorded, and Eddie’s phone is spammed with texts from Dustin, annoyed at Eddie for never telling him about his pathetic crush on his babysitter.

Eddie ignores it and his friends attempt to drown out his sorrow with cake and platitudes of, “Hey, we’re actually gaining a lot of followers from this.”

Eddie just groans and buries his face in his bed. This cannot be happening.

“We did promise that we’d give our ten thousandth follower something special,” Jeff says. “So we still need to follow through with that.”

Eddie sighs, “I’m not going to message him.”

“Then I’m going to message him from our account and pretend to be you,” Jeff says.

As Gareth and Jeff encourage him, Eddie slowly sits up and says, “No. No. I’ll do it.” He begrudgingly reaches over and grabs his phone.

“And while you’re at it, people are complaining about you not doing that short cover so…” Gareth trails off as Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Okay, well we’re going to go pick up some food and give you some space so you don’t kill us,” Jeff says while grabbing Grant and Gareth and dragging them away.

“Thank you!” Eddie yells after them.

“But you’re not getting food unless you’ve sent him a message!” Jeff yells before closing the front door.

Eddie sighs and takes a deep breath before he glances at this phone, ignoring all the text notifications from Dustin, but he becomes curious about the text from a number he doesn’t have saved. He clicks on it.

As your 10,000th follower, do I still get to request something?

This is Steve Harrington by the way

Eddie nearly throws his phone but swipes to Dustin’s texts instead typing out, YOU GAVE STEVE MY NUMBER????

He scrolls through the dozens of texts, noticing a sequence of important texts he missed.

can i give steve your number? he’s asking me for it

eddie i swear he’s not mad or anything

okay i can’t promise that but it didn’t sound like he was mad

eddieeeee

eddie stop ignoring me

if you don’t respond im going to send your number

okay

im sending it

if anything happens i expect to be the first to know!!! don’t make me find out from a tiktok ever again

Eddie takes a deep breath and reasons that at least now he knows the number is legitimate. He opens the texts from Steve and stares at them. There’s no way he can text him.

And for some reason, he immediately decides to call him with is arguably a thousand times worse, but before he can hang up, Steve already answers with a, “Hello?”

Eddie swallows and tries to remember how to speak. “Hi,” he croaks out before clearing his throat and trying again, “Shit. Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding amused.

Eddie sighs and lays back on his bed. “So, what are the chances that you weren’t on the live stream and you didn’t see that video?”

“Zero.”

Eddie groans. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked TikTok yet, but have people found you and flooded your notifications?”

“Uh…” Steve trails off, sounding hesitant to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes. God, I’m so stupid. I just completely forgot the livestream was going or I never would’ve dragged you into this mess.”

Steve pauses and asks, “And what if I told you that I’m glad you forgot it was still on?”

Eddie sits up. “What?”

“What if…” Steve pauses and Eddie hears rustling on his end as if he’s anxiously twisting around. “What if I told you that I know what I want as your ten thousandth follower.”

“To punch me?”

Steve laughs, and Eddie tries as hard as he can not to latch onto the noise. “To ask you on a date.”

Eddie freezes in shock. Yeah, this isn’t happening.

“Eddie? Are you still there?”

“Yup, still here,” Eddie manages to breathe out. He pauses before asking, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, “I kind of had a big crush on you in high school, too. And I may have redownloaded TikTok when I heard about your live stream.”

“No way,” Eddie calls him out.

“Yes way. You should ask my best friend Robin. She saw the live stream and timed the follow perfectly for me. Plus, she’s suffered through my crush on you and has always been mad at me for never doing anything about it.”

Eddie can’t believe it. “Steve, can you FaceTime me right now?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

Eddie clicks on the FaceTime button and waits until Steve’s face appears on the screen, further confirming it’s him and further freaking him out. Gosh, he hasn’t seen him in a while and he’s almost forgotten how gorgeous he is.

“Hey,” Steve says with a smile.

Eddie wants to melt into a pile of goo. “Hi.” He pauses for a second, getting a bit lost in seeing Steve’s smiling face on his phone. Then he remembers, “Oh! Okay, tell me again. But look me in the eye so I know you’re not lying.”

Steve chuckles and asks, “Eddie Munson, my secret high school crush, will you go on a date with me and fulfill the promise you made to all your followers?”

Eddie smiles and says, “Yes.”

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few days later, Eddie posts an update on the Corroded Coffin TikTok with a video of him singing a sneak peak of their new song then glancing off camera to ask, “Does my ten thousandth follower like it?”

Off camera, there’s a voice that sounds exasperated as they say, “How many times are you going to call me that instead of your boyfriend?”

Eddie puts his guitar down and rushes off camera quickly with a smile, but then the voice asks, “Did you end the video?”

Eddie pauses before saying, “No.”

“This is going to be a lasting issue isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Eddie confesses.

Then, the mystery man appears in the shot, revealing Steve’s smiling face before he ends the video.

Once again, the video ends up going viral, and soon enough, Eddie is celebrating 50k with all the band members along with Steve (and Dustin who is very mad to find out about their relationship via the second TikTok). But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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x3nawr1tes · 1 month ago

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erm hiii!! so i can’t write to save my life but you can so i come to you with a very humble request 🧎‍♀️

could you like write about maybe a tooru x reader (saw hes your favorite ehe mine too i need one in my life where to purchase fr) who mentions in passing that her type is basketball players or smth stupid like that and he hears it and legit doesn’t talk to her for a week and then they make up at the end so it’s like just super fluffy

basically tooru being dramatic because that’s the way i like my men fr 🙏

“Not Your Type?!”

Oikawa x reader

╭─〔❨✧✧❩〕─╮

“So… what’s your type?” Your best friend asks you.

It’s lunch right now; you and your best friend are eating linch together in your classroom, sitting at the desks by the window.

“hm… I don’t know. I like athletic guys though- yk?”

Oikawa’s eyes lighten up. His back is facing toward you though.

“Probably a basketball player though.” You twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers as you let out some giggles. “It’s pretty hot, not gonna lie. And most of them are tall- I mean, there are short basketball players though. As long as I can make eye contact with them I’m good.”

Oikawa pouts from his spot.

Your friend nods approvingly, “oooh~~ great point. I see the vision-“

“Exactly!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s the afternoon now. You get out of history; your last period and wait by the gates of the school. You’re supposed to meet up with Oikawa to walk home, as routine on Mondays, since that’s their day off.

You’re sipping your peach tea, waiting… It’s been 10 minutes?! Where is he?!?!

You take out your phone to text oikawa, pressing the keys

╭ ─┉──┉─ ╮

YOU

where r u???

borderline f slur

Hm?

YOU

It’s Monday.

Arent we supposed to walk home together?

borderline f slur

oh.

yeah sorry

my mom was told me to come home right after skl

YOU

oh ok

see you tomorrow then :)

╰ ─┉──┉─ ╯

The hell?! Did this hoe seriously leave you on read?! What did you even do?

You walk off campus, not thinking about much. Eh, maybe he’s busy? His mom did want him home earlier…

~~~~~~~~~~~ It gets even weirder.

Not only that, but Oikawa stopped saying ‘hi’ to you in the hallways, stopped walking with you, and even stopped reaching out.

Every time you wanted to talk to him, he brushed you off saying he had something to do.

He always made time for you before; but now? It’s like you don’t even exist.

Did I do something wrong? Is he getting tired of me?

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey-! Iwaizumi-kun,” You call out.

It’s Monday now; still no sign of Oikawa talking to you. You carry your bento in one hand to eat later.

Iwaizumi looks at you through his classroom door, “Hm? L/n-san? Why are you here?”

You’re somewhat acquainted with Iwaizumi. Definitely not as close as Oikawa, but you definitely enjoy bullying him with Iwaizumi.

You take a breath before continuing, “It’s… it’s Oikawa… he’s been ignoring me for the past week.”

Iwaizumi sighs, “Knowing him, it’s probably something petty. But you should talk to him.”

“You don’t know anything?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head, “No, I don’t. I don’t know what goes on in that idiot’s mind half of the time”

“True. I guess I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.” You step away from the classroom.

You spend a precious 10 minutes of your lunch period looking for Oikawa, looking for him all throughout campus. As soon as lunch ended, it seemed like he vanished into thin air!

You couldn’t find him in the gym, the courtyard, anything! Damn. I feel like one of his crazy fangirls… What am i gonna do? Confess my love? You blush at the thought. Sure, you did like him, even if he wasn’t your usual type… but shit like this is exhausting.

You finally find Oikawa in the basketball court, of all places. You can see him trying to shoot; but then missing. Horrendously. Wanting to observe more, you hide behind a nearby tree.

Oikawa continues practicing, trying to dribble and shoot. He even trips on his own feet.

Isn’t he a volleyball player?!

Deciding that you’re tired of this… whatever it was, you emerge from your hiding place from the tree and step forward.

“Oikawa?”

He visibly jolts when he sees you.

“Y-y/n?!?!” The stutter tells you everything you need to know.

You take a few steps forward once more.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately. Why?”

Oikawa grits his teeth. “None of your business”

“It kind of is. And you just confirmed it.”

He… pouts? “Tch. Do you even care?” Oikawa says in a slightly passive aggressive manner.

“Yes, I do! Were friends after all-“ You realize how angry you might’ve sounded and switch up your tone a bit, “I do care about you and value our friendship. If there’s something bothering you, then tell me please. Did I do something wrong? Ignoring me won’t solve the problem”

Oikawa is silent for a second. Then pouts again. “You don’t get it!”

“Then explain it to me-“ You reason. This bitch is being so hard to talk to for no reason!

“Hmph! Go talk to hot basketball players then. They’d probably understand.”

You’re confused. “Hm? What do you mean-“ Oh. Your mind goes back days ago when you were talking to your friend.

“Yeah! Of course you don-“

You sigh. He really is pathetic. “Is this about me saying my type was basketball players?”

“…yes,” Oikawa looks a little childish.

“I… Oikawa- do you- like me?”

“…yes,” Oikawa’s pout doesn’t seem to lessen.

You sigh, “So you’re jealous?”

“A little…”

“Look, even though I said my type was basketball players, I still think you’re cute. Even though you might be a little pouty. And overdramatic sometimes.” Oikawa’s eyes light up. “I still like you even if you aren’t my usual type. And that doesn’t mean I like you any less”

Oikawa seems to be processing your words before smiling wider than you’ve ever seen before, “Wait- does y/n-chan think I’m cute?”

“A little. But please don’t ignore me if something’s wrong.”

Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Oikawa!” He buries his fave into your neck, and you can’t help but lift up your arm to caress the side of his face. “We’re at school-! What if someone sees!”

Oikawa reluctantly pulls away. “I couldn’t help myself-“ he sticks out his tongue, appearing cheeky.

“ok, ok.”

“Wait- you said you like me too-!”

“I did,” You reply.

“Wait so you’re like… madly in love with me now?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. But… ok. And for the record; you don’t have to change yourself just to try and be ‘my type’. I like you for you.”

Oikawa wastes no time, “So are you willing to be my girlfriend?”

“…yes, I am,” You smile slightly.

Before you can stop him, he pulls you into another hug.

“Oikawa!” You can’t lie… it is cute. He’s like a puppy, you think. You laugh a bit. “Let go before anyone sees. Especially your fangirls-“

Oikawa smirks, “Tch. Like I care”

“God- ok…. Let me eat first; I’m hungry. And i bought milk bread from the student store- your favorite.” You pull away from him as you both sit down under a tree.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re now sitting in your room, with Oikawa’s head in your lap. He’s looking up at you.

“So… you sure your type isn’t basketball players?”

You peer down at him with an exasperated look on your face, “yes-! Im sure-“ You stroke his head.

“mmh…” Oikawa leans into the touch, “Alright…”

A/n FOR MY HUZZ (😳😳😳 /p) @whoo0sh ENJOY THE FOOD AND EAT UP (the rest of yall eat too… i have plenty to share :p)

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venuswarmlight · 9 months ago

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I was hoping to request a jealous Mizu x reader, like maybe she sees reader joking around with Tenzin and she gets really jealous. Idk maybe something along those lines ig. Tbh you can do whatever really, I just want some jealous Mizu x reader stuff. Sorry if this sounds too vague😓, Anyway thank you 🩷🖤

I hope I didn’t read this too late! A lot of things happened but what matters now is that I can keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it, i did it femreader bc I assumed you wanted it that way(I ALSO DIDNT FIND A GIF FOR THIS IM SO SORRY itS BEEN MONTHS I DONT USE TUMBLR)

Warnings: nsfw at the end. Not very proofread. Taigen acting like a man in the 1600’s. BAD ENGLISH.

Notes: Reader is an archer. Idk I’ll be adding more

Jealous!Mizu x Fem!Reader.

Having a mercenary girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you, from the first time you two met until now your only work was following her like a puppy through the villages and kicking asses to the ground like the badass you were, and of course the cozy nights were you both trained your fighting skills next to a lake just to end it by making out until her hands were already in your chest, desperate for blowing off some steam. Your life next to Mizu was great, yeah, but thanks to an unfortunate serious of events you weren’t the only ones in a campfire nearby that forest lake. At least for now.

“I’ll see if there’s another rabbit out there.” Mizu got up from the snowy ground, and looked at you. “Scream if Taigen gets too nosy.” She said as she dead-stared at the man sitting next to you.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” You smiled at her and went back to polishing your arrows, while Taigen was doing literally anything but looking at you with curiosity.

After a few minutes you finally broke the ice between you and him, your voice as soft as a feather while you spoke “You’re staring, you know that?”

He immediately realized and turned his head to the campfire smoke, loosing himself in the front view. “I’m sorry, I’m just.. Surprised.” He answered later, hesitant.

“Of what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you lifted your gaze to look at him, concerned.

“Well, women like you are not usually seen in these conditions.. Much less with a man like him.” His words intrigued you, what did he meant by this? You inhaled deeply as you kept doing your work, finally storing the arrows in their respective case.

“I find myself very comfortable where I am right now, I don’t know what you m-”You were interrupted by Taigen, he turned himself getting in front of you.

“You’re too pretty to be an archer instead of living in an estate with a rich man.”

Oh. So this is what he meant. Your eyes widened and you started laughing, covering your mouth of embarrassment, honestly it was uncomfortable and out of place but you decided to take it as a compliment AND as a dare. Purposely changed the subject to avoid personal questions and scolded him, pushing him playfully. “Hey! My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities.”

Taigen chuckled, not pushing you back but being more confident with his approaching attitude. “I’m just saying the truth, you should-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s enough!” You jumped onto him, making him fall into the snow and taking him by surprise, his head bounced a bit on the ground, disoriented.

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Can’t fight a woman back? You must be shitting your pants right now, what a shame.” You spilled, sarcastically, but that dominance fell when he grabbed your hands placed in his chest and used it as a support to push you to the right, shifting positions, now his body was topping you, his hands immobilizing yours by pressing hard on your upper torso.

“Not bad.. But still not as good as me.” He proudly said, suddenly you kicked his butt with your knee from the back, making him loose his strength in your wrists, you repeated his last movement, ending again in how you started that silly fight, your giggles and laughters filled the forest’s natural sounds, and suddenly you totally forgot that Mizu could come back anytime and find you two in this compromising position.

You and Taigen struggled there for a few minutes, what he thought that would be a stupid kid’s fight turned into a challenge, even if it didn’t look like it, he started recognizing how.. Incredible you were, your smooth but hard blows, the little screams you made when you felt like you were gonna loose, now he understood.

How lucky Mizu was for having a girl like you.

You finished the fight by enlazing your fingers with an iron grip around his neck, and your other hand threatening his face with your fist, but you forgot that Taigen’s hands were still free. He grabbed your waist and managed to make you fall on your back as he stood up from the ground and made you loose your grip on his neck, his legs immobilizing yours and his hands putting your wrists above your head, his uncontrolled breathing crashing against your nose as he laughed. “Defeated.”

Before you could answer, you saw a third person kick Taigen’s body from the side, just in the ribs, making him fall to the ground, almost burning his whole body next to the campfire, you sat up quick and looked at him first, then looked up at your side, a tall figure with a dead bunny grabbed by the ears in front of you, those blue unsettling eyes staring at you with the coldest countenance. You knew right there and then she was mad as hell.

“Training without me?” Mizu got on her knees to the campfire to roast the rabbit, not caring about Taigen’s prolly broken rib (not really). You stood up to clean your clothes and sit next to her, nervous. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but still.

“We were just playing.” You excused yourself, trying to make her look at you, but no. She was ignoring you.

Instead of answering, her gaze turned out to Taigen, who was struggling to recover from that fucking kick that hurt as hell. “You’re getting too comfortable here, aren’t you?” Her tone was noticeably passive-aggressive, her grip on the roasting stick was tightening.

“That wasn’t fucking necessary! Fuck, it hurts..” He yelled, finally sitting a bit far from you two, you could feel the tension building heavier and thicker in the ambiance.

It was so uncomfortable you felt like you had to go. “I’m gonna wash my hands before eating, I won’t be long.” You got up to escape the funeral situation you were just in, but a hand grabbed yours, making you stop, you looked back with concern, Mizu was behind you with that angry gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s too dark to go alone.” She said, then looked at Taigen “Take care of the dinner, don’t screw it up.” He was about to talk but instantly shut his mouth like he knew if he talked he could end up dead.

You tried to forget her toxic behavior as you two disappeared yourselves into the woods, the moonlight making the path for both, the silence feeding your ‘I’m fucked’ thoughts and increasing more when you felt her grip on your hand tightening, she ended up dragging you to a not so far place, finally letting out your hand. The only thing you could look was her back and her little black bun.

“What was that?” She spat, aggressively turning herself and hoovering over you.

“I told you we were just playing.“You stepped back, but unconventionally bumped with a tree behind you, before you could realize, Mizu had you cornered, your chest rising and falling against hers as she looked down at you.

“It didn’t look like it.” And the jigsaw puzzles connected in your head. She was jealous.

“Are you doing this because you’re-”

”Maybe. Seeing my dove pinned down by a bald monkey it’s not funny.” Her words were sharp, you didn’t even know how to answer.

Your hand gently caressed her cheek, making her gaze softened as she looked at you. “You’re the only one in my heart.” You whispered, dragging her closer to your face, her hands traveling down your curves and grabbing your hips tightly, your heat already increasing its temperature as it mets her knee, rubbing your core tentatively.

“I still want to fuck that pretty smile outta’ you.” Her lips attacked you like an animal, making you whimper and moan against her watery mouth, her knee making you hump on it desperately and your inner thoughts begging for mercy cause’ this night was going to hit you hard and long.

#bes #bes mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #mizu bes #mizu smut #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #mizu is so gender #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x fem!reader #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu brainrot #blue eye samurai netflix #bes x reader

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noirsdoll · 6 months ago

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I‘m so sorry for asking but holy fuck, would you consider making a part 2 to the prison!jimmy drabble? Tugged at my heartstrings aahhhgh…

I wouldn‘t be surprised if their relationship was strained afterwards…,., but I‘d love to read more.. ur writing is exquisite ♥️♥️

thank you for enjoying!! here’s a part two 😋 cw for referenced abuse and mentions of drugs and gangs. read the first part here.

You’re standing on your front porch, watching the kids play soccer on the street. The ball’s tattered at the seams, the thread dragging behind it like a bridal train. One kid goes to kick the ball and his sole goes with it, hitting his friend square in the chest.

They all laugh about it and hound the kid, but you frown, drumming your nails on the mug of your morning coffee and turning to head back inside. You come face to face with Jimmy standing in the doorway in a tank top, scratching his stomach and blinking wearily at the sun.

“Can you come in? I need to… talk with you.” It’s mumbled into his shoulder, but you catch the drift.

Nodding, you head inside, closing the screen mesh and door behind you. You follow him into the living room, past the fist-sized holes in the wall, the cracks spider-webbing up to the ceiling. The ones that have narrowly missed your face.

He sits on the coffee table rather than the couch, right across from you. With his arms revealed, you have a better glimpse of his new tattoos, crude drawings and cursive words you haven’t gotten close enough to make sense of.

Jimmy slides a ring off his finger, messing around with it in his hand. “So… I can’t find work, ‘cause I’m a… y’know.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Sex offenders aren’t exactly top of the list to get hired.

“But I talked to a couple of guys down the block and they wanted to, uh, add me to their circuit.”

Putting together the pieces about the sort of people in your neighbourhood, you swallow the budding lump in your throat. ”You wanna deal, Jim? You just got out of jail, God. I can’t do this again—,” Your voice raises in pitch. You just got him back and now he’s going to leave you here alone, again.

“Calm the fuck down, alright? I didn’t say I was taking it.”

“But you have to, right?” You had a feeling something like this would happen when he got back, that he wouldn’t be able to escape the hand he was dealt.

Jimmy shakes his head. “There’s other work. But it just doesn’t pay nearly as much as this.”

“Yeah, that’s how they rake you in.” You put your hands on your knees, getting to your feet. “I’m not listening to this. You’re just throwing your life away a second time.”

He makes a sound of frustration, calling out to the back of your head. “You’re a fucking headache sometimes, you know that? I'm trying, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to get clean, be good.” You wrap your arms around yourself, itching for a cigarette. “Where’s that guy you used to talk to? The captain, Graham, Glint—”

“Grant,” he corrects, annoyed, “and no, we’re not talking anymore.”

“What did you do?”

He grimaces. “It wasn’t my fault. He took that bitch’s side. Wouldn’t listen to me.”

“Sounds like a smart guy,” you mumble.

Jimmy’s eyes flare. “The fuck did you say?”

“Nothing.” You bite your tongue, searching for your cigarettes in your pockets, only turning up with nicotine gum. “Did you take my cigarettes?”

Jimmy clears his throat. “There you go, always fucking accusing me of shit.” He gets to his feet, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t steal your stupid cigarettes, babe.”

“Sorry,” you say half-heartedly. You search the room for your keys. “I’m gonna go get some more then. We’re out of milk and eggs anyways.” Snatching your car keys off the counter, you take for the door.

“Hey.”

You turn to him, lost in your own train of thought.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He looks at you pointedly.

“Oh, yeah. Do you want anything from the store?”

Jimmy just sighs, walking closer. “I don’t want you leaving this house mad at me.” He stops in front of you, leaning till you’re face to face. “Give me a kiss.”

You give him a peck, but Jimmy grabs a hold of your waist and deepens it. His tongue pushes into your mouth as he presses you tight against his chest. It’s reminiscent of the old Jimmy you loved so much, making heat coil deep in your stomach, enough to have your head spinning when he pulls back.

You wipe your mouth in partial shock. “I’ll get you some breath mints,” you say, fighting a smile.

Jimmy scoffs and smacks your ass on the way out of the door. “Bitch,” he mumbles.

#mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #mouthwashing jimmy #jimmy x reader #jimmy x you #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing x you #mouthwashing x y/n #mouthwashing fandom #mouthwashing fanfic #🕸️—asks #🕸️—drabbles

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dokzza · 1 month ago

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hey chat first controversial opinion post but orv twt is driving me fucking crazy…

ahn hyoseop is not homophobic because he interpreted kim dokja (who he only knows of through the god awful script) as someone who likes women. he’s not homophobic because he thinks that the bl elements of orv were included for the fans and isn’t necessary in the movie. he’s not homophobic because he interpreted the botched version of kim dokja to be someone who likes women!!!

he does not and does not care to learn about the actual kim dokja (and although it pisses me off because i like him so much as an actor, he is a busy man… we cannot expect him to read the original source material. actors who are picked rather than those who audition will never care about the source material and that is a fact and that will not change just because you relentlessly bully them online). and what’s more, do you truly think that if lee minho failed to convince the director to change how yjh is written, that he’d listen to ahn hyo seop if he cared for kdj? lee minho is more popular than ahn hyo seop and has been around much longer, if he can’t do it then no one can. the director and writer are the problem for writing the characters the way they are, and the actors suck for not doing their own research into the actual story, but the actors cannot do anything if the director says no and the script stays the same!!

like shit 😭😭 calling someone homophobic j bc he hasn’t read the original web novel and annotated all the fucking gay ass shit btwn joongdok is so… goofy im so sorry but please even in that sense, different people are going to interpret characters and their relationships differently. everyone is never going to agree with everything you think!! that’s how opinions work!!

and fuck i hate the live action too… don’t worry… i’m ready to blow the entire thing up… but the fault of ahn hyo seops interpretation of kdj is the directors fault, not his 😭 and also what’s wrong with him saying kdj likes women. he didn’t say he doesn’t like men, he just said he thinks he likes women. also how the fuck do you expect a korean man to say “oh yeah. the character im playing is gay” in a movie that they NEED to do well… are you guys unaware of how homophobic south korea is like i need you to understand that the social climate orv is being released to isn’t the same as the one in the west 😭😭

i understand the frustrations, i feel them too. but everything isn’t just black and white there’s fucking nuance like… if the director fucked up everything else what made you believe that the director didn’t fuck up the relationships between the characters? like no shit ahn hyo seop doesn’t give a fuck about joongdok and their little gay exchanges 😭😭 they’re not in the SCRIPT.

it’s also so important to realize how little this movie covers in comparison to the web novel… like this is the tip of the iceberg relationships between characters barely exist how is he supposed to know how fucking down bad they are for each other when all they wanna do atm is is kill each other and use each other and piss each other off 😭😭

also i’m not saying that one cannot be upset by his interpretation of kdj and how the characters and relationships have been written. i’m upset by it and i will forever curse this director for fucking orv up so bad but i’m just begging these twt ppl to think a little deeper past just orv… like yes it sucks that our favorite characters are being botched to make money… and from the fan’s perspective, we are rightfully upset. but our perspective isn’t the only one

#orv live action #orv #kim dokja #orv yjh #orv kdj #orv la #ahn hyo seop

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melyxssa · 1 month ago

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I Blame It On Your Love - Part 1

Description: 1983, the school is almost at the end, when the popular girl finally notices the mysterious boy in the back of the classroom, that will surprise her with his music…

warnings: mention of alcohol problems, family issues, insults. some details are invented!

“Every time you get too close, I run, I run away

And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say

Back, back to the beginnin', really wish that I could change

I do, I do, I do

I blame it on your love every time I fuck it up

I blame it on your love, I do

I blame it on your love, I can't help it, I can't stop”

- “Track 10” by Charli xcx

To all the girls that always wanted to experience a real “teenage love” and to all the ones that actually did.

“I didn’t sleep all night and in two minutes we have that fucking history test” my still sleepy voice says “Oh don’t worry Y/N you’ll nailed that I’m sure” my friend Brandi says while fixing her lipstick “Listen, I’ll give you this sheet of paper and you are gonna write the answers on it so I can copy” she pauses sighting “Y/N don’t be stupid, you know that Mrs. Brown is a bitch, she can suspend your test if she catches you cheating” I roll my eyes tapping impatiently with the pen on the desk “Come on Brandi help me! she won’t catch me cheating… I don’t want a bad score in this test too” she was my only way to survive this test and don’t repeat the year “Yeah all right, but we gotta be smooth” she says smiling and preparing all the stuff for the class.

After five minutes the teacher shows up with some of the latest classmates “Come on everyone, prepare your pens and sheets, I don’t wanna see anything else on your desk, right Mr Stewart? Put those cigarettes away!” As soon as the teacher starts to yell at some people I freeze thinking how I’ll cheat on this freaking test keep looking at Brandi on my right that she looks kinda stressed too “Here’s your test Miss Y/L/N” the teacher gives me the test sheet, I start reading it and I already don’t know the first few questions “Shit!” I whisper “You have one hour” Mrs Brown says before sitting at the main desk in front of all of us. “Ptss, Brandi!” I call my friend that she slowly turns, already knowing what to do, she grabs the paper and smoothly she starts to write some of the first answers on it, passing it back to me right after. Trying to hide I start to copy what she wrote, but I needed the other answers too “Brandi!” I whisper “Brandi!” I whisper again but she doesn’t hear me, I try to use my pen tapping on her shoulder “Brandi!” I say again this time too loud “Miss Y/L/N! You are disturbing the class!” The teacher suddenly stands up “I’m sorry…” she doesn’t seem

to care “I don’t wanna hear you! I don’t want to see anyone cheating in this class! Understand?! Move to that empty desk down there, in front of Mr Hetfield, and shout your mouth this time!” I roll my eyes at her words knowing that this time I can’t count on anyone.

I sit down heavily on purpose without writing anything for a twenty minutes, I don’t really remember anything from the previous lessons. I look around trying to see if maybe someone else can help me but all the people that i know are too far away from my desk; my eye falls on the paper of the guy behind me that seems to know pretty good the topic of the test “Hey!” I whisper turning around, he raises his blue eyes from what he was writing to look at me without saying anything. Knowing that now his attention is on me I turn again to look at the teacher and then again to look at him pointing at the fourth question “Which is the correct one?” I whisper at him, still not knowing if he will help me or not “B” he answers, his voice is low, deep, shy, he keeps his eyes on the paper avoiding the eye contact. I quickly turn around on my paper again before pointing again at the next question “False” he says again, I write down what he told me.

The hour is almost finished and I’m still finishing the last question, needing another hint “Hey! Do you know when this happened?” I ask him whispering and being quick since some of my classmates started to give the test back to the teacher “I wrote 1919, don’t really know if it’s right tho” he says, but that can be better then nothing; I write everything down before the bell rings “Okay guys, all the tests on my desk” I stand up grabbing all my stuff followed by the guy behind me, that after one year of staying in the same class I never caught his name… I leave the test before heading towards the classroom’s door; I turn to look at the boy, so I can look at him better this time: wearing a Misfits sleeveless t-shirt showing his toned arms and shoulders, ripped jeans with a chain falling on one side and some kind of ruined white Nike shoes and some big skull rings on almost every fingers. His wavy blonde hair falling on his shoulder, with the bangs covering just a bit his blue eyes “Thank you for helping me by the way” I say smiling up at him “No problem, hope I helped ya” he answers, his voice a little bit cold and shy, making me simply nod at his words “I’m Y/N…” I say giving him my hand “Yeah I know who ya are…” he answers before pausing for a few seconds and then shaking my hand “…James” he softly smile “Nice to meet you James, thank you for saving my school year” he chuckles finally completely looking at me “Uhm… I-“ I wanted to talk with him a little more but someone interrupts me calling me “Y/N! Come on we gotta go now!” Brandi shouts from the other side of the hallway, I look back at him “I’ll see you around, thank you again” he simply nods before I walk back to my friend.

…

Fortunately today is Friday, the last class of the day hits different especially when it’s science… it seems like an eternity; that’s why I need to kill some time, I raise my hand and ask the professor to go to the bathroom as I always do. Heading quickly towards the bathroom I stay in there for a twenty minutes before making my way back in the hallway, there where I find the guy of the history class that helped me this Monday. He leans on the wall writing something on notebook, he is nothing different than the last time that I saw him, he is just wearing a different band t-shirt. I move closer to him “Hey…” my soft voice fills his ears making him raise his head “Hey…” his answer still cold but a little smile popped up on his lips “How you doing? I thought you’d come to science class too…” he shakes his head looking down at his notebook again “No… I can’t attend science class… religious family stuff, ya know?” He explains, he doesn’t really seem to like what he was saying keeping his focus on what he was writing “Oh… and what are you writing there?” He softly chuckles at my question “Ya really wanna know?” I nod smiling “A song, probably… some shit that can fit good with music” song? Music? “You sing?” My curiosity is pretty evident making me walk even closer trying to look at what he was composing “Yeah, I play rhythmic guitar too… in a band actually” his shy tone makes his cheeks red, he fixes his blonde hair still looking at his music “That’s sound amazing!” He smiles back without saying anything “How long have you been a band?” I ask making him raise his head looking at me, seeming to enjoy my interest this time “Uhm, a few years now… it’s not a lot I know, but we do it for fun, not for fame, money and all the shit ya know?” I nod at his words, his deep masculine voice makes the discussion even more intense; I notice the clock on the wall and the class should be almost at the end by now meaning that I had to get back there “Well I gotta go know James, I hope to see you next week then…” I walk away before hearing his voice again “Wait!” I stop turning around again “Tomorrow night me and my band are having our first gig here in the city, in a small pub, The Rocker, nothing special, but… I don’t know, maybe you can come… if you’d like” a smile appears on my lips, his shy request seems to be so important to him “Sure! Why not? That would be amazing… I’ll bring some friends all right?” He freezes for a second hearing that. He knows exactly who my friends are as all the school does. Snob popular people that all the students here would die for just to hang out with for just a night “Yeah sure…” he says “I’ll see you tomorrow then” he nods again grabbing his backpack that he left on the floor earlier “See ya tomorrow” and then he walks away with his notebook still in his hands.

…

“Come on guys, tomorrow night… where?” Brandi asks to me and our friends while sipping her usual Friday green tea “I got this invite for a party…” Roman shows us; nothing new, he always has the same invitations every week, same parties, same people “Or we can go at Tyla’s pool party!” Kristie adds “Again? She already done that a few weeks ago, and that totally sucked” Nick’s voice interrupts the poor girl’s enthusiasm “I saw that there is a live music tomorrow night in a pub near the school” everyone looks at me strangely but curious at the same time since this kind of night is not our usual night “And where?” Brandi asks “The Rocker…” Roman raises his eyebrows laughing “Metal music Y/N? Since when you like that kind of things honey?” Brandi pushes him “She doesn’t listen to the same shit as you Roman, thank god” I smile at her hoping that she will say yes at me “I’d like to go, something different can’t be that bad” she adds making the others nod, but of course they aren’t really excited as her.

The night after comes; me and Brandi reach for the others at the pub, a little bit nervous knowing what their first impression will be seeing what type of night that will be. “Here they are” The girl next to me says waving at the others, that with unhappy faces come towards us “I think that that tattooed motorcyclist wanted to rob me or something” Roman says looking around us before glancing at a big man in the distance “Hope this night out won’t be a waste of time, noticing the people that are here” Nick adds, making me sigh in frustration; I love my friends but sometimes I think that their behaviour can be better without all these kind of snobby jokes…

“Yeah I hope that too, cause these heels hurt as hell and I don’t want to ruin them” Kristie says grabbing Nick’s arm “Yeah alright people let’s get in now” finally Brandi speaks making our way into the pub holding my hand, followed by the others “Thought we had to pay the entrance” Kristie whispers “Not in a place like this hon’…” Roman says laughing, making me become even more nervous; they don’t even know that I actually got invited by James, they probably will make fun of me as soon they’ll find out, or worse they will make fun of everything about him…

“Okay gotta buy some drinks, the usuals?” Roman asks before disappearing into the crowd “Why they all look like they are on crack?” Kristie’s voice interrupts the silence between us “Oh shut up! Come on you don’t have to be brat every time we aren’t at a place that ain’t a seven stars!” Brandi says and again the silence falls on us. Roman’s hands pop in front of us holding some beers “Beers?” Nick asks “Yes Nick, beers, they only have these here” the other continues “When this show is gonna start Y/N?” Brandi whispers in my ear “I don’t know probably in a few minutes” I answer her “Metallica? Original name for a metal band” Nick laughs at his own comment reading the poster on the wall “I like it” I say, receiving a disappointed look by my friends.

A few minutes later the lights turn off, and a guitar sound echoes in the room, making everyone cheer and clap, and then four boys get on stage, I immediately recognise James, his long dirty blond hair falling on his face, his usual rings on his big hands, raw and rude outfit as he used to wear at school too; the music starts playing and he transforms on stage, the shy awkward guy that I always meet in the school hallway disappears changing in a real rockstar. Head banging, singing and playing his instrument; sweat falling on his face and toned arms, his hair moving back showing his long earrings falling almost down on his shoulders, fingers moving fast on the strings, for all the time on stage James and his band totally nailed their first gig. At the end of their last song the crowd go crazy, clapping at the four boys that as soon as they finish their time and the light turn on again, they disappear in the back of the stage. “Wow that was… something” Brandi says smiling at me “Am I dreaming or that dude comes to our school?” Roman asks trying to look back on the stage to see if James was still there “Which one?” Nick follows Roman’s question “The singer… the blonde one” the other continues “Oh yeah, that loser… an alcoholic” Nick laughs “You are rude Nick, poor guy… I heard he lost his mom when he was sixteen I guess…” Kristie adds “Yeah, still an alcohol addicted anyway probably as his father. I heard he had to repeat the year after he hit the shit out of Martin the last second semester… he was probably drunk” Nick keeps gossiping and making fun of him as I was thinking “That’s none of our business anyway, you are just jealous my darling” Brandi defends James, I think she probably understood that I noticed him last time after the history’s final test. “Yeah sure of what Brandi? Being a dick and probably a playboy as all the rockstars?” Brandi’s amused smile makes fun of him as she should “You are jealous cause he is good in what he does and he is confident with it” Nick rolls his eyes knowing that what she said is actually true.

Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, i turn around and I see him: all sweaty and hot exactly how he was on stage “Hey…” his voice is shy, low almost a whisper, and a small smile on his lips “Hey…” I answer, and all of my friends stop their conversations, eyes wide open without saying a word “Hmm… I’m glad you actually came…” he says glancing at the others too “Sure! Great show, you’ve been… amazing, really…” James smiles “And, these are my friends… Brandie, Roman, Nick and Kristie…” he waves at them with one hand whispering an Hi. “You know her?” Nick’s voice interrupts the moment but before James could answer his, of course challenging question, “He is in my History class, with Brandi too… he actually invited me here tonight…” the girl next to me nods approving what I’m saying “Oh didn’t know that Y/N, you always tell us everything” he continues, James’ jaw tightens as his grip on the beer that he is holding “Great show anyway, thank you for let Y/N invite us…” Brandi saves the moment “That was nothing” James answers still looking at Nick making an awkward silence falling among us before my friends start to speak again “Gotta buy other beers” Roman stands up followed by Nick “And I gotta go, thank you Y/N for the… intense night” Kristie says “I’ll walk you out” Brandi adds grabbing her purse and following the girl, leaving me alone with James who seems more relaxed now “I’m sorry…” I say nervously laughing he chuckles in a deep tone “I promise you they are sweet” he nods “With you, not with guys like me” he sips his beer, and I know he is right “Seriously I didn’t know you’d come” he adds “Why not?” I ask him “First of all, you don’t seem a metal or rock ‘n roll kinda girl…” I laugh at his comment “…and I thought you said yes just cause you are too polite to say no, instead of just looking at me as your cunty friend did earlier with me…” I sign at his words “He is a dick and I’m sorry about that… I was curious to hear you, I mean… a few days ago you seemed so happy to talk about your music and your band, and I liked it… really” he finally gives me a smile, a real one this time “I’m glad to hear that then, Y/N…” hearing him saying my name with his deep voice makes me blush.

“Here she is!” A tall, redhead guy appears behind James making him jump right after he spank him on his back, James uncomfortable face looks at me “Introduce us man” he says “Y/N this is Dave, lead guitarist” I shake Dave’s hand “Nice to finally meet you, James wanted to keep you all for himself after nonstop talking about you” James murmur something at his bandmate’s affirmation “Did you enjoy our show tonight?” He asks again leaning towards my ear so that I could hear better since the music is too high, or maybe just cause he saw James staring at him talking to me in probably a little too friendly way “Yeah that was amazing, me and my friends enjoyed that” Dave nods smiling “You heard that man, she enjoyed it” James nods keeping his silence “He lost his words, jealous and shy men are the worst, don’t you think that Y/N?” He keeps play with it “Cut this shit come on man” The blonde whisperers trying to keep it cool in front of me “Don’t need to, now you stop acting all charming” Dave continues beating James’ shoulder.

“Y/N it’s time to go, I told my mom we’ve be back at midnight” Brandi reaches for me “Oh alright, well thank you for inviting me James… bye Dave” I grab Brandi’s hand following her outside the pub. “You are a fucking idiot, you don’t even follow her and ask her number” Dave blames James right after I left them, just before I leave the place James reaches for me again “Y/N! I’m sorry for my friend too!” Brandi looks at me leaving my hand and making me understand that she’ll wait for me outside “It’s okay James…” I answer him “School is almost finished, is there any chance that I’m going to see you again?” He seems so nervous to talk to me, and again the guy on stage disappears and the shy school’s hallway boy comes back again “Let me give you my parents’ house number…” I reach for a pen in my purse, grabbing his big hand and writing down the numbers, I could feel his eyes burning on me and probably a smile appears on his face again, probably… “Call me, when you want, just not before 6pm, or else my dad will answer” he nods looking at his hand “Have a good night James” and dropping a kiss on his cheek I quickly walk out of the pub.

-mel

#thrash metal #rock n roll #80s aesthetic #90s #heavy metal #metal #metallica #james hetfield #oneshot

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streamafterlaughter · 6 months ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XII: Too Far to Touch

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev. | read bee's diary

songs: i forgive no one by citizen, dark blue by one step closer, this is why by paramore, blackout by turnstile

chapter tags: awkward situations, weirdo behavior from bee and Eddie, per usual. swearing, adult language, etc | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

summary: really kind of a nothing burger chapter but only bc I plan to inflict pain shortly :p

a/n: lots of dialogue please lmk if u notice any mistakes bc sometimes my brain just GOES. also... I am so sorry for the long wait, i rly hope it was worth it!

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Even for a Monday, Benny’s is packed to the brim with hungry customers. The diner is decorated for Halloween, black and orange streamers lining the grimy windows, plastic jack o’lanterns flickering on the sills. Steve and Robin have already claimed their usual booth in the far corner, crammed into one side next to each other to leave you the space across from them.

“Alright, spill!” Robin demands before your butt even sinks into the vinyl of the seat. She slides your iced coffee toward you, already fixed the way you like it.

“Eager, are we? Relax, Rob, we’ll get to it.” You sip your drink as you skim over the menu, a pointless task when you order the same thing every time.

“Oh, come on, Bee! You have to understand why this is such a big deal!” You glance from her to Steve, who’s been awfully quiet as he sips his steaming cup of coffee next to her.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, huge deal.” He nods, tone unconvincing. Robin rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to you, her face betraying her excitement.

“Can I at least get some sustenance first?” You bite back a laugh as Dory approaches to take your order. Dory’s an older woman, and she’s been at Benny’s for as long as you can remember.

“Hi, darlin’, what can I get for ya?” She snaps her gum, pen poised to take your order. You ramble your own off quickly, and your friends follow suit. “Comin’ right up.”

“Okay, sustenance is being obtained, now it’s your turn. What went down yesterday?”

You can’t hold them off any longer. “Rob, what is your fixation with this? It was fine, normal! We grabbed coffee, went back to his apartment. Smoked a little, caught up, y’know? Nothing worth writing home about.” You pick at your cuticles, suddenly very aware of the way your friends are staring at you. “What do you want me to say? We had a dramatic argument that ended in make up sex? It was nowhere near that dramatic.”

“Did you want to have sex with him?”

You choke on your sip of coffee. “What?”

Steve looks at you like his question is worthy of a real response. “Well, with the underlying tension between the two of you, it wouldn’t really be much of a surprise if you did feel compelled to sleep with him.”

“Steve. You sound deranged.”

He shrugs. “Crazier things have been said.”

“Not by you, and never so casually! Whatever, I don't need your guys’ shit.” You shove another bite of your breakfast into your mouth, ending the conversation.

Robin scoffs at your comment. “Hey, I didn’t say anything!”

–

“So, when’s the Halloween bash, Stevie?” You ask as the three of you enter the parking lot. “And is there a theme this year? I have to start collecting my costume.”

Steve shakes his head, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “No theme, I originally wasn’t even gonna throw a party this year.”

You gasp dramatically, feigning offence. “How dare you say such a thing! This party is the one normal thing I have left in my life.” You pout at your friend, earning a giggle from Robin.

“Which is exactly why I’m still throwing one. Well, that and because I’m holding out hope that Nancy will bring her pretty college friends.”

“Never change, Steven.” Robin pats his shoulder, shaking her head. “Anyway, I already know what I’m gonna be.” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing between you and Steve. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what my costume is?”

“You’re just gonna say ‘It’s a surprise!’ anyway.” Steve accuses.

“It’s a sur– Oh. Shut up!”

You and Steve burst into laughter at Robin’s frustration. Finally, you’re able to speak again. “Well, I still have to figure my costume out. Something that’s relevant enough for people to get it, but still obscure enough that every single frat guy in the room won’t suddenly think he’s allowed to talk to me.”

“You always have the best costumes, I’m sure you'll think of something.” Robin climbs into Steve’s passenger seat, and you wave as they pull away before getting into your own car. You crank your music, a habit your mother has tried getting you to break since you woke her up with your music coming home at 3am, though you’ve refused to budge. Your car time is your personal time, completely free of judgment from others. Today, you’ve chosen to shuffle your angsty playlist, setting your volume to max as the opening riffs to Citizen floods through the speakers. It’s a short drive, made shorter when you cut through the side streets that are usually less congested during a work day, but you don’t really feel like going back home just yet. Chris is not the person you feel like talking to after yesterday, expecting him to be insufferable with his “told you so”s after telling him about how harmless Eddie is. Maybe you’ll lie just to watch him squirm, you haven’t decided yet.

Instead, you take yourself to the record store, a treat you haven’t let yourself have in a long enough time. You used to come with Eddie every Friday in high school to check out the new releases and avoid your studies together, but since you’d stopped talking the place has been a sore spot for you.

The bell chimes as you step inside, where nothing has changed in the past six years except maybe the records on display. Today, the walls are lined with releases from the past few years, including a variant of Paramore’s This Is Why that you don’t have yet. Tim, the owner of the shop, waves at you from where he sits behind the counter, fiddling with his relic of an acoustic guitar. “Mornin’, Bee! Been awhile.” He smiles at you, revealing his yellowed teeth and pink gums.

“Morning, Timmy. Yeah, I know, it’s been way too long. Got anything good in lately?”

Tim taps his chin with his wrinkly finger before making an “Aha!” sound. “Just got a couple of these in, you heard of ‘em?” He pulls out a record you recognize, but have yet to listen to because you couldn’t find a physical copy, called All You Embrace by a band called One Step Closer.

“No way, where did you get these?” You hold the record, admiring the packaging, reading the tracklist.

“They played a show at the Hideout a couple months ago, they sold me a few at a bulk price so I could sell them here. Nice dudes.” Tim nods thoughtfully.

“That’s sick. How much?”

“For you, darlin, consider it a thanks for visiting an old man.”

“Tim, you don’t have–”

He holds his finger up to stop you. “Here, if you wanna do something for me in return, get Munson to buy something or get him outta here, he’s been here since we opened.” He nods his head to the far corner of the store, where you only just now see Eddie picking through the metal records, a massive pair of headphones on his head.

“Oh, Eddie and I aren’t…” You can’t exactly say you’re not friends anymore, but Tim probably doesn’t care.

Or, you think doesn’t until he’s leaning over the counter. “Don’t tell me you two broke up. I guess that would explain why you’re never in here anymore, I just thought you’d been in New York this whole time. Eddie hasn’t been in much either.”

“And yet, somehow, we’re both here today.” You mumble, mostly to yourself, but Tim hears you.

“Love works in funny ways sometimes.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the geezer. “Tim, Eddie and I were never a couple. You know that, right?”

“Sure, not a couple in the traditional sense, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t once a duo to be messed with! I used to love entertaining you two with my guitars, you were the only ones that seemed to care about what I had to say.”

It softens you, the kindness in this old man’s voice. Adults were never fans of you and Eddie, and it warms your heart to know there was one looking forward to seeing you. “Alright, because you’ve been so nice to me today, I’ll see that Munson buys something.” You leave the record with Tim and approach the corner Eddie is still in, flipping through the Used section as if on the hunt for a specific, rare record that probably doesn’t exist.

You tap his shoulder gently, then with more vigor when he doesn’t turn around. Finally, growing frustrated, you snatch one of the speakers from his ear. “Munson!”

He jumps, spinning himself around as if to swing at you, but immediately lowers his guard when he sees your face. “Jesus Christ, Bee, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Glad I could finally garner your attention. Tim sent me to make you leave. He’s tired of seeing your mug when he looks up from the register.” You press your lips into a thin line to keep from laughing.

Eddie’s wearing a tattered Pixies shirt, and his hair is tied back in a low ponytail. In his hands, he’s holding Chappell Roan’s record along with one you don’t recognize. “Aw, you liked the show that much, huh?” You ask, sliding the album from his grip. “There are a few on here I don’t think she played. You’ll love Naked in Manhattan.”

Eddie snatches the record back from you. “Don’t judge, I’m a man of vast taste.”

“Who’s judging? I was sent over here by the boss man, okay? I don't care what you spend your money on.” Eddie sends a wave to Tim, who chuckles in response. “What’re you getting, anything?”

“Tim’s got a record up there for me, I wasn’t planning on getting anything but he got a couple from a band in Wilkes-Barre that I really like. And he has a This Is Why variant I don’t have yet.”

“Red one?”

You pause. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

Eddie shrugs. “Saw it when I walked in, debated on picking it up for you but I wasn’t sure if you had it already.”

“Well, you still can pick it up for me, now that you know!” You give him a wide smile, and he snorts.

“Not a chance.”

You shrug. “Worth a shot. Anyway, quit loitering, Tim’s gonna threaten to ban you again.”

Eddie follows you to the front, placing his records on the counter for Tim to scan. “Long time, Munson. How’s the world treating you?”

You could swear he glances at you before answering, “Better, lately, believe it or not. How’re you doin’, Timmy?”

“Same old. Anything else for you guys today?”

“Yeah, actually, could I get that–” Eddie cuts you off, “I’ll take the red This Is Why variant, please.”

“What if that's what the lady wanted?” Tim scolds him, and you giggle.

“Which is why I’m getting it for her, Timothy.” Eddie crosses his arms as if offended by the assumption.

“Ah, right, the rare record for your Not-Girlfriend. Bet you they’re her favorite, too.” Tim winks at you. “You young people don’t make any sense to me.” He plucks the record off the top shelf and hands it to you. Eddie pays for it, along with his own, and Tim slides it to you with your other album. “Have a good day, kids.”

“You too, Tim! Thanks again!” You exclaim as you and Eddie leave the store, Eddie holding the door open for you.

“You didn’t have to do that, y’know.” You say once you’ve exited. “I have my own money.”

“Pft, whatever. Don’t pretend you’re not pumped that you didn’t spend your own money on it.”

“While I can’t exactly argue, I still don’t see why you did that.”

“Does everything have to have a reason with you?” You can sense you’re irritating him.

“Yes, obviously.”

“What a miserable way to live. Anyway, where to?”

“Where to what?” You open your passenger door, placing the records on your seat.

“Well, you dragged me out of there. I was planning on hanging out for at least another hour, so now you have an hour of my time.”

“Oh, yippee!” You quip, earning the smallest smile from Eddie. “I dunno, I was just gonna go home and play these.”

“I have a better idea.” Eddie has a mischievous look on his face, like he’s got a secret you’re not allowed to know yet.

“Do tell?”

“Nah, it’s better if it’s a surprise. C’mon. I’ll drive.” You are left with no choice but to abandon your car in the lot and follow Eddie to his van.

–

Eddie drives like he’s not afraid to die. In the ten minutes you’ve been on the road, you’ve counted ten different car horns, and caught several people shouting out their windows, middle fingers angrily shaking in the air. Through it all, Eddie is screaming along to his music, headbanging as his lead foot rests on the gas pedal.

“You are gonna get us killed!” You shriek at some point, your knuckles turning white as you grip the overhead handle.

“Oh, relax! This is nothing, you should see me on the highway.” You can only assume his glove compartment is overstuffed with unpaid speeding tickets.

“Where are we even going?” You don’t recognize the route he’s taking, twisting and turning down woodsy back roads that are growing scarily narrow as they progress.

“I told you, it’s a surprise!” Eddie cuts the wheel, taking a sharp right back onto a main road, earning a long, angry honk from the SUV behind him. “Besides, if you knew where we were going, you wouldn’t have come.”

“That is so not reassuring.” You grumble, finally looking at him. His cheeks are red, probably because even though it’s forty degrees he’s driving with the window open as he puffs on a cigarette. He has one hand on the wheel, the other out the window as he whips down the street, hair flying in every direction with the wind. “What are you staring at?” His question makes you realize you had, in fact, been staring at him.

“What? Nothing. I’m… nothing.” Real smooth.

“Right. Okay, we’re here!” He turns into a parking lot on an otherwise deserted street, empty save for an old, white van that’s likely seen better days, parked in front of a small, shed-like building with a sign that reads “Vintage” in red, faded paint. “I need some stuff for Steve’s party.”

Oh, come on. “You’re going to that?”

“‘Course I am, how else am I gonna pay rent if not with the money from the rich kids that attend his parties? C’mon. Maybe we can find you something for your costume.” Before you can move, Eddie shoves his van door open and runs around to your side, yanking the door open for you. It gives you pause, but you choose to ignore the way your stomach flips at the gesture. Eddie leads the way inside, where the bell rings as he opens the door. From the counter, an old lady with hair so silver it’s almost blue, looks up from her crossword to greet you.

“Hello, darlings! Anything I can help you find?”

“Not just yet, Murial. Thank you!” Eddie speaks to the woman like an old friend, and you cock your eyebrow at him. “What? Where did you think I got all my classic band shirts from?”

“In all honesty, I don’t think about you that deeply.” You thought he’d gotten them on eBay, but you’re not about to tell him that.

“Ouch, that one stung.” He chuckles, and you groan at him. “Okay, let me give you the tour. Over here, we have the dusty old knick knacks that are for sure haunted.” Eddie gestures to the metal shelves crowded with porcelain and plaster figurines, some cute while others frighten you to your core. A particular piece catches your eye; a figure of a pierrot clown, painted to look anguished, pouting despite its playful makeup. You pick the doll up, turning it in your hands until you find the price tag, a tiny yellow sticker that reads $5. You decide to carry it with you, just in case.

“Oh, and I’m the freak?” Eddie nods to the clown. “That thing is gonna bring demons into your apartment.”

“Not if I’m nice to him!” The paint on the figure is chipping in places, but you think it adds character. “His name will be Gustav.” You decide firmly, holding him up to Eddie’s face. “Say hello.”

“Will you get it out of my face if I do?” You nod. “Okay, fine. Hello, Gustav.” He says, disdained. “Now, get that thing away from me.”

Sighing, you lower your clown statue, and Eddie rolls his eyes at you. There’s a moment of comfortable silence, and you can’t decide if it’s awkward or not. Eddie’s eyes scan over the shelves of dusty knick knacks and candles, but yours are stuck on the way his hands keep clenching into fists and back again. “You alright?” You ask as his eyes seem to fixate on a wooden sign with some witty saying on it.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. You okay?” He moves his stare onto you, causing your chest to tighten.

“Y- yeah, I’m good. Gonna go look at the clothes.” You turn on your heel, practically galloping away from him. You’re about half a yard away when you hear his heavy boots following you.

–

“Okay, what about this?” You step out of the dressing room, which is really just a closet with a paper sign taped to it. You’re wearing an obnoxiously bright pair of hot pants, and a glittery tank top.

“No. You look like my mom in high school.” Eddie shakes his head, causing stray curls to fall into his face. You catch yourself staring before it’s been too long.

“Your mom was a beautiful woman, I’m flattered. Okay, fine. I have one more, then it’s back to the drawing board.” You close the door again, and examine your final costume choice; a low cut, sage green dress with dramatic bell sleeves and a flowy skirt. You also somehow managed to find a corset that matches perfectly, a shade of light brown that reminds you of your morning coffee. You step into the dress, careful not to trip on the fabric as you hike it over your thighs, hips, and chest. You slide your arms into the sleeves and feel the soft, light fabric engulf you. Immediately, you love it. In the mirror, the garment hugs your body perfectly, clinging to your curves and fanning out around your feet. You’d wear this every day, if it were practical. “Hey, Ed? Can I get some help?” He doesn’t answer. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, yeah. Can I open the door?”

“Yeah, I’m decent.” Your back is still to the door, but you catch his eye in the mirror as the door opens, and watch as his eyes scan from your face and down your figure, then quickly back up to meet your eyes. “Whoa.”

You scoff. “Can you zip me up?” Silence. “Hello? Earth to Munson?”

“Huh?”

You turn to face him, having to look up at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine, why?”

“You’re being weird.”

“Am I?”

“Oh my god. Please just zip me.”

“Okay, sure.” You turn back around. It feels like forever, his calloused fingertips brushing your spine as he slowly pulls the metal zipper up your back. “Tada.” His voice cracks, and he attempts to cover it by clearing his throat. You turn back to face him, and he won't look at you.

“How do I look?” You challenge, stepping back to give him a better view.

He looks at the top of your head when he answers, “Great.” with no enthusiasm.

“You didn’t even look.” You huff, crossing your arms. Where did his attitude come from?

Eddie takes the quickest look at the dress and nods curtly. “There, I looked. Great, like I said.”

You’re fed up. “Why are you being so fucking weird all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being weird! Bee. Really. The dress looks great.” Before you can argue, he steam rolls you. “You should get it. We should get going, though. I have a shift.”

You don’t argue, just nod as he leaves the dressing room, the door clicking behind him as it closes, leaving you confused and close to tears in a pretty dress.

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