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sturnsdarling · 10 months ago

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I don't know how to forget you

matt and y/n have been best friends their whole life, but after a drunken kiss and a night of tangled limbs, everything is changing.

vibe check: smut throughout (pretty equal sex dynamic, softdombutneedy!matt / subbutdeviant!reader), fluff, (resolved) angst, childhood best friends to idiots to idiots in love, y/n is scared of love (aren't we all), soft!matt, depressed!matt/reader, soppy confessions of love

this is a long one, kids: 12k words.

A/N: I LOVE THEM!! anyways this whole thing is based on one of my favourite songs of all time so if you don't know then get to know. I had so much fun writing this so I hope you love it as much as I do. IDIOTS IN LOVE SUPREMACY🗣 also tysm for over 200 followers you guys are insane

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love and cigs, merc

You burst into the house back first, Matts hands clawing at your waist and his lips moving against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues, your arms draped over his shoulders as your hands desperately clung to his messy brown hair.

He kicked the door shut with his foot, one hand coming to your jaw to pull you into him deeper. You both clumsily walked towards his bedroom, Matt leading you backwards with closed eyes, just about missing the couch. Your hands left his hair and found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head with vigour, breaking the kiss for a brief moment before crashing back into each other. Heavy breathing and small moans were the only sound in his house as he attempted to unbutton your shirt, not yet breaking the kiss and fumbling at the tiny circles that kept your body from him. He groaned into the kiss in frustration, biting your lip slightly before tearing your shirt open in one fowl rip. You chuckled into the kiss, Matt followed suit and your back hit the hard wood of his bedroom door, your arm frantically finding the door handle behind you.

When you finally gained entrance, still locked in an all consuming make out session with Matt, you slipped your hands between your bodies and began to untie the knot in his joggers, his whole body twitching at the sensation. Matt broke the kiss, panting, his forehead leaning on yours.

“I thought you said we weren’t gonna do this anymore” He said through frantic breaths, his lips still brushing yours.

“I know what I said” you muttered, finally undoing the bow that acted as the gatekeeper between your hand and his aching length, the swift insertion of your cold hand into his warm boxers acting as a mic drop to your statement as you pulled him into you once more.

“So” Matt pulled away for a brief moment, missing the heat from your plump lips and kissing you before he spoke again, “what’re we doin” he panted.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Matt” you shook your head, wrapping your hand round the back of his head, nearly giving him whiplash at the speed you pull his lips back to yours.

One month earlier

You and Matt had been seeing each other for about six months, it all started as an innocent drunken kiss at a birthday party, that same night ending with you underneath him on his satin sheets, getting pounded into at a rapid rate. You had both decided that, as two consenting adults (your exact words when you propositioned him the idea) you should start sleeping with each other on a regular basis. What was the harm right? The sex was good, you knew each other inside and out, having been friends for basically your whole lives, and you knew that no matter what happened, you’d always love each other unconditionally.

At first it was amazing, the sex was obviously incredible and, outside of the bedroom, basically nothing changed. No one had even noticed a difference between you two, your dynamic already being touchy and somewhat flirty prior to your decision to hook up every so often.

Despite the occasional stolen glance and white knuckled night out from being forced to watch one another get hit on by random strangers at bars, it was honestly really normal, at least it felt that way.

Being with Matt was easy, he was kind and caring, being around him was like being with yourself, there was no bullshit and no expectations. You just, saw each other, truly and completely.

As time went on, the sex became something more, it stopped being about simply acting on an urge and started being about the closeness. The intimacy of it all. You craved him, and he was addicted to you. He stopped flirting back with the girls that pushed themselves against him at bars, and you stopped entertaining the boys that bent over backwards to get your attention. Neither of you had noticed it at first but, no one was interesting anymore. No one understood you like the two of you did, no one even came close. No one could make you laugh like he did, and no one could bring him out of his own head like you could. No one knew your body like him, and vice versa, and soon enough, the sex started to change the way you saw each other.

Instead of seeing Matt, your childhood best friend and the kid that accidentally broke your arm by landing on you at the bottom of a snowy hill when you were kids; you saw Matt, a lingering presence of safety in a crowed room and a blissful night of endless orgasms. Instead of seeing you, the fourth wheel in his little family and the girl that bullied him for being five foot nothing until he was sixteen, he saw you, a beaming ray of light in his life and the sexiest woman he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

The shift didn’t seem to matter, as far as you were both aware, nothing had changed. That was until one night when you were hanging out with Matt as you always did:

You and Matt were half naked, tangled up in one another on his bed, watching gravity falls for the billionth time and enjoying each others company.

You were rested against his headboard, clad in his t-shirt and your underwear, and he was rested in-between your legs, his bare back comfortably wedged between your thighs as his long, plaid pyjama pant covered legs spread over the length of his bed. Matt turned his head to the side, peppering a small kiss on the side of your leg before shifting to lift himself up off his bed, the loss of his warm pressure against you almost painful.

“m’gonna go get a drink, baby, y’want anything?” He said, standing up and hovering next to the bed.

You shook your head, looking up at him, “I’m good, thank you”.

“Okay” he leant down, the weight of his arms making the bed shift under you as he placed a tender kiss on your lips, your mouths slotting together effortlessly.

He walked out the room and the door clicked shut. In your momentary solitude, the game changing realisation infiltrated your brain.

He just called you baby, and not when you were fucking, he called you baby like, like it was your name, like it was the easiest thing to call you in that moment, like it felt right to him so he did it, or even worse, that he didn’t even think about it, like that’s who you are to him.

A sudden wave of panic came over you, the events of the last however many months flashing through your brain. The longing looks, the small jealous comments that went over your head, the lingering touches when you were with your friends, his desperation for you after being apart for any longer than a couple days. All of it started to come together in your mind as one big puzzle of ‘holy fucking shit he has feelings for me, and not just I care about you as a friend but I also wanna fuck you feelings, real feelings’. That wasn’t the scary part though, the scary part was how effortless it felt, to you. How it all just made sense with him, how it was never weird or awkward, how you felt completely safe with him, how you felt genuinely and utterly, loved by him.

Your rapid mind was interrupted by Matt walking back into the room.

“Chris drank all the fuckin’ soda already, kids an addict I swear to god” he said, holding a glass of lemonade.

You chuckled slightly at his remark, your eyes fixated on your fingers as you picked and pulled at the skin of your thumb. Matt fell backwards onto the bed, half his weight on your legs. The pressure suddenly made you uncomfortable and, without really thinking about it, you pulled your legs from under him and tucked them under yourself. The movement made Matt turn up to look at you, finally noticing your weird demeanour. You never pulled away from him, if anything you did the opposite, especially when you were alone. Matts brows furrowed as he turned to lay on his stomach.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, rubbing a gentle finger on your leg.

You shifted under his touch again, which worried him, a lot. He shifted and raised himself up to sit in front of you. He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up.

“What’s the matter?” He questioned, his voice thick with concern.

You shook your head, his baring blue eyes making you feel claustrophobic in your own skin.

“m’fine” you said, attempting to look away from him.

Your energy was jarring, and Matt was utterly confused, what the fuck had happened in the maybe twenty-seconds he had been gone and why were you suddenly acting like you didn’t even want to look at him?

“Y/n/n, I know when you’re lying, what’s wrong?” He said, trying to find your eyes again.

You didn’t reply, only returned to picking at your thumbs. Matt simply stared at you, unable to understand why you were suddenly a tense and anxious ball of energy.

After what felt like an eternity, you broke the silence, your voice coming out in a choked strain.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Matt” your eyes didn’t leave your skin.

Those nine words hit matt like a bus, knocking the wind out of him as his mouth parted in a feeling he could only describe as agony.

“Do what? As in, do this” he said, gesturing to himself and then to you.

You finally raised your head to look at him, a deep sadness hiding behind your emotionless face. “I don’t think it's a good idea, it’s gone on for way longer than either of us expected, and—“ you huffed, “I just can’t do it anymore” you tore your gaze from him, incapable of the decency it took to look him in the eye as you tore his heart from his chest.

“wh—“ Matt muttered, “where the fuck has this come from?” He shook his head, eyes squinting and brows scrunching together.

You didn’t reply, only shifted in your own skin. Your aloofness was like sand paper against Matts skin, he barely recognised you. His mind raced with the endless mind boggling possibilities as to why you didn’t want to be with him anymore, but they all centred into one crippling thought.

“Is there someone else?” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

“No” you said immediately, the ‘there could never be anyone else’ staying tucked between your teeth as your head shot up to look at him.

“So what is then? Did I— did I do something?” His tone faltered, coming out as almost apologetic.

You shook your head, gnawing at the inside of your cheeks, “I just — you — I — ” you couldn’t find the words to make it make sense, because it didn’t, it didn’t make sense, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of the walls closing in around you.

“Y/n/n” your name rolled off his tongue like honey, his head shifting on his shoulders towards you slightly, his brows still knit firmly together in confusion that looked a lot like sadness.

“I have to go” you said, unable to look at him for a second longer in fear of bursting into tears.

“Wait—” he said, reaching out for you as you climbed off the bed and picked up your jeans that were sprawled across the floor.

“Matt, I have to go” you cut him off, picking up your things and hurrying out the door, not looking at him for even a split second.

You shut the door behind you and he opened it almost immediately, following you out into his kitchen, watching as you raced down the stairs.

“Y/n” he called out your name, but your pace didn’t falter, and in a flash and a slam of his front door, you were gone.

He stood at the top of the stairs, blinking at the closed door a head of him.

On the sofa, Chris and Nick were staring at him, waiting for him to say something and sharing flitting glances back and forth with one another.

“What the fuck was that about?” Chris said, breaking the deafening silence.

“Is she okay?” Nick followed his brothers questioning.

“I have no idea” Matt said, that simple fact being the only thing he did know.

You threw yourself into your car, slamming the door shut. The sound rang through your ears and the silence that filled the vehicle after was enough to send you tumbling into your sadness. Tears brimmed at your eyes as heavy, fast pants rapidly escaped your nose, you felt awful, you had no idea what you were doing, why did you leave like that? Why didn’t you just talk to him, he’s your best friend, why didn’t you just say something? Anything? What would you even say? I think you’re in love with me and I’m terrified that I love you too? Being with you like this has been the best six months of my life? the thought of losing you makes me feel like I'm dying? Any attempt to try and put how you felt into words made you spiral, and after a pent up moment of burning holes into the black leather of your steering wheel, the flood gates opened.

“Fuck!” you screamed, tears cascading down your face and you hit the wheel with the palm of your hands over and over again.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you were drowning in your own mind and had no way of coming to the surface. Your relentless mind was exhausting, and when your hands started to sting from your merciless slaps against the brittle leather, you clutched the wheel, resting your forehead against the material with closed eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with me” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head against the wheel.

You pulled one hand off the wheel and turned the key in the exhaust, starting the car as you lifted your head, taking a deep, calming inhale.

You gripped the wheel once more, turning your head and looking to Matts house, all you wanted was to go back inside, tell him that you’re scared, absolutely fucking terrified of how you feel about him, but you didn't, instead, you clenched your jaw, ripped your gaze from the house and pulled out into the street.

On your drive home through the nearly empty LA highways, your mind raced with the events of the last six months, the orange streetlights periodically illuminating your car. Your playlist blared through the speakers on full volume as your unsuccessful attempt to drown out the sound of your own thoughts was brought to fruition, ‘sex’ by eden started to play, the drums and claps filling your senses as the piano melody took your mind to the last six months.

The longing looks;

You were wrapped in a fluffy towel, your wet hair cascading down your shoulders as you lazily rubbed moisturiser over your clean face in Matts bathroom mirror. The door clicked open, and Matt softly padded into the damp steamy room, cold air following him in. His presence didn’t disturb you, you continued to do your skincare routine as he came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and sneaking his long tattooed arms around your waist. Neither of you said anything, you didn’t even look at him. In that moment, his presence was simply an extension of your existence.

As you softly massaged a hydrating serum into your soft skin, Matt couldn’t help but stare at you in the reflection. He loved you like this, your most pure and natural self, skin still littered with drops of water from the shower and your hair forming loose curls as it dried messily over your shoulders.

He watched you intently from his perched position just beside the curve of your neck. He thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he could never get tired of looking at you. His gaze was heavy on your face, and once you’d finished applying all of your products, you let your eyes flit to his in the mirror, finally locking eyes with him. His mouth instantly curling up into a smile when you shot him a small grin.

“You’re so beautiful” he said, his eye contact never wavering.

Your smile grew and you dropped your head slightly, shaking it with an embarrassed chuckle.

Matt squeezed you tighter to gain your attention again, missing the piercing warmth your eyes gave him. He picked his head up slightly and began to pepper short pecks on your damp, vanilla scented skin. The pecks slowly turned to small open mouth kisses, the warmth of his tongue against your skin sending shivers up your spine and encouraging a pool of wetness to collect between your legs. You let your head hang to the side slightly as he moved his kisses up your neck, stopping as he reached just below your ear. You whined as he pulled away and he laughed slightly, moving his hands to your waist and turning you round to face him.

The base of your spine was pressed against the marble counter top and Matt stared down into you, his hands absentmindedly rubbing circles against the towel that covered you. He effortlessly lifted you up and placed you on the sink, his hands finding your jaw once you landed the short jump.

“I mean it, y’know, I think you might be the prettiest girl in the entire universe” his thumbs pressing into your cheeks as his slender fingers wrapped around the nape of your neck.

His eyes were baring into yours, flitting between the left and right as an uncontrollable smile engulfed your face as you batted your lashes at him, returning his stare with doe eyes that almost made his knees buckle.

“That’s a pretty damning statement, Matthew, I’m not sure I can live up to that title” You quipped, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him against you, aching for friction as you throbbed at his words.

“There’s no question about it, pretty girl, no one even comes close” he said, pushing his jogger clad, growing bulge against your desperate core and pulling your impossibly close to him.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are” he said, just before pulling you into a wet and tender kiss.

You moaned against his lips as Matt ground his hips into yours, his fingers digging into the nape of your neck. He moved his kisses down your jaw, his tongue flat against the bone as he worked his way down your neck and along the top of the white towel that separated his mouth from his favourite part of you. A soft hand came up to the fold in the fabric and tugged at it, causing it to drop from your body and fall onto the cold marble beneath you. The sudden exposure made all the tiny hairs on your body stand on edge as Matt ogled your body, taking you in like it was the first time he was seeing you bare like that, not the hundredth.

"you're so fuckin' sexy" he uttered, shaking his head in disbelief at the sight of your still slightly wet skin glistening for him.

You rested back on the palms of your hands and spread your legs wider for him, giving him a full view of your pretty pussy that was already slick to the touch. A hungry grunt left his throat at the sight of you baring yourself to him, and without hesitation, Matt dropped to his knees and hooked your legs over his shoulders, pressing bruises into the soft, squishy skin.

You squealed slightly as he tugged at your thighs, bringing your throbbing core only centimetres away from his face. He licked his lips like an animal spotting its prey and leaned forward, pressing a soft and sloppy kiss onto your clit. your back arched into the pressure of his tongue against you as he started lapping at your soaked core, moaning at the taste of you on his lips. Your fingers raked through his hair and tugged at the root, pushing him further into you as your hips involuntarily bucked into his face, grinding against his mouth as he worked his tongue over your weeping pussy.

His hand snaked its way down your leg, his blunt fingernails scratching down your skin as he brought his digits to to just below his chin, rubbing small circles at your entrance with the tip of his long finger, teasing your walls as they clenched around nothing, desperate for him to give you what he knows you want.

"mhph, Matt, please" you whined with furrowed brows, hips slowly grinding against his face.

Matt looked up at you with smiling, prideful eyes, dipping his middle finger into your soaked hole just enough to elicit a broken moan from your throat. As your walls loosened their grip around his finger, he slipped his ring finger inside, pushing them both in to the knuckle as he sucked on your clit, eyes still baring up into you as your head hung loose on your neck.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, but his pace on your clit was fierce, as if he was attempting to suck the air from your lungs out from of your pussy.

Your high was fast approaching, and your whole body began to tense above him, your legs unintentionally closing shut around his head. Matt didn't care, he wanted you to close him in, keep him there for the rest of time so he could make you cum all over his face over and over again until you felt as if you could pass out from exhaustion.

His fingers began to curl up into that blissful sweet spot, your stomach tensed in response and he knew you were close to coming undone. He slurped and lapped at your folds, his tongue dipping between them to catch the very centre of your clit, toying with the nub as he relentlessly filled your walls with his long fingers.

"Oh, fuck, Matt" the pressure of his tongue against you was euphoric, and a wave of tingles covered every inch of your body.

Your walls were a vice around his fingers and, with a tantalising suck on your sensitive nub, you released warm cum all over his hand. You shook above him, your vision going blurry as he continued to devour you, bringing you to a white hot level of ecstasy that left you a blubbering, whimpering mess on the bathroom counter.

When your legs stopped tensing and hung lazily over his shoulders, Matt pulled his fingers from you, licking them clean just before placing a soft peck on your puffy clit. The feeling made you jolt and he chuckled, his warm breath acting as a soothing wind to your sensitive pussy.

Matt got to his feet, his hands instantly gripping at your thighs to wrap you around him once again. He kissed you like he was a man eating his last meal, the taste of yourself still heavy on his tongue as it pressed and pushed against yours.

"taste that, pretty girl? you're beautiful even down to the sweetness of your perfect pussy" He pulled away from you, to say just before biting down on your parted bottom lip

The small, jealous comments that went over your head;

You, the boys and a few of your mutual friends were in a bar somewhere in downtown LA. Your hands were pressed against the wood of the bar as you waited to be served, the crowds of people surrounding you making you somewhat invisible to the bartender who, famously served all the influencers first and annoyingly ignored anyone who didn’t have a brand deal or over a million followers.

“Hey gorgeous” an unfamiliar voice disturbed your failed attempt to order a round for your table.

You looked to the side, and were met with the glaring stare and bitten lip of yet another guy who wanted to buy you a drink and disappoint you sexually.

“Hi” you said, turning your attention away from him just as fast as he caught it.

“Can I just say, you’re the hottest chick in this whole bar” he rested a sweaty hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged off his touch and looked back to him, “thanks” you said quickly, instantly skeeved out by the feeling of his hand on your skin.

“Let me buy you a drink” he said in what seemed like his attempt at a seductive tone, bringing his hand back up to you and pushing your hair off your shoulder, letting it fall down your back.

“I’m good, dude, I’m just trying to get a round for me and my friends” you shifted away from him.

He edged closer to you, running his fingers down your arm and grasping at your hand,

“I can get the round, I’ve got money like that, baby”

The name made you feel physically sick, and before you could open your mouth to tell him to kindly fuck off, the comforting sound of Matts voice rang through your ears.

“You good, y/n/n?” He said, coming up next to you and wrapping a tight hand around your waist, pulling you into him, his eyes never leaving the meathead trying to touch his girl.

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy said, instantly squaring up to Matt.

“S’not important, dude, jus’ leave her alone, yeah?” He said, shifting slightly towards the guy, his hand never leaving your waist.

“What are you, her boyfriend or something?” He laughed, pressing firm fingers into Matts shoulder.

Matt chucked at the attempt to rile him up, pulling his arm from your waist and planting himself directly in front of the dickhead that just pushed his shoulder.

Your hand pressed against his chest, bringing him back down to reality as he looked down into your soft, sparkle covered eyes.

“Don’t” you said, applying a warm pressure to his sternum.

His jaw clenched as his heart rate slowed, the feeling of your hand against his chest a soothing balm to the burning rage that had ignited in him.

“Fuck off, dude, m’not interested in whatever you think you’re gonna get out of this” you said, pushing Matt behind you and giving the creep the dirtiest look you could muster up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “whatever, bitch, you’re ugly as fuck anyway” he said as he sulked away.

“Oh, I’m gonna break his fuckin’ jaw” Matt said, attempting to slip out from behind you and follow the guy through the bar.

“Matt” you said, grabbing his hand, “leave it” you said, pulling him back to you, catching his eye-line, “I’m fine, okay? He’s irrelevant”.

He stood a few feet away from you with a clenched jaw, his hand still in yours as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes and returned to your side.

“Kids just asking to get his shit rocked” he huffed, resting a protective hand on the base of your spine.

“I'm sure someone will knock him out at some point” you said, a smirk forming on your face as you returned your attention to the bar tender.

“I could have blinded him just for talking to you” he muttered, watching as the same guy sauntered over to other helpless victim.

“Fuckin’ idiot thinks he has a chance in hell, tryna hold your hand and shit” he scoffed, “dickhead” Matt spat, finally tearing his eyes off the guy.

You peered up at Matt and he met your gaze, a soft smile forming on his lips at the sight of you. You chuckled and shook your head, and just as you were about to tell him how sexy he is when he’s angry, you were interrupted by the bartender.

“What can I get for you?”

The lingering touches when you were with your friends;

You were all hanging out at the boys’ house, watching films and talking about nothing, and everything. You were perched on the sofa, both of your legs tucked under yourself as you lazily scrolled on your phone. Matt was next to you, his legs in a wide man-spread as his back rested against the plush sofa cushions. His arm was rested against the back of the couch behind you, a comfortable warmth engulfing you just enough to not rouse any suspicion.

His fingers absentmindedly traced he curve of your bare shoulder as he joked with Nate and Chris, all three of them laughing about something you weren’t listening to.

“Y/n/n” Nick said from the kitchen, bringing your attention away from your phone, “can you come help me with this, I’m so fucking confused” he said, holding a cookie ingredient box in his hands, reading the back with furrowed brows.

You looked over Matts shoulder towards the kitchen and let out a short chuckle, “Yeah, sure”. You shifted, and placed your feet on the floor, using Matts leg to help you up from your comfortable position on the sofa.

The pressure of your hand against his leg went straight to his crotch, and as if on instinct, his hand met yours on his thigh for a moment as you pushed yourself up. You turned to look down at him over your shoulder as your hand slipped from under his, he looked at you like you were the only person in the room and you returned the favour, padding away from him and facing your attention towards Nick, who was standing, baffled in the kitchen over the instructions that ‘made no fucking sense’.

His desperation for you after being apart for any longer than a couple days;

“Fuck, angel, I missed your pussy so fuckin’ much” Matt grunted into your neck as he pounded into you, slow and hard, sucking on the curve of your jaw and occasionally biting down on your soft skin.

Your moaned at his words, legs wrapped tight around him with your feet locked at his waist, your hands clawed at his back as he stretched you out, the sensation of him relentlessly hammering into you completely overwhelming your senses. The weight of his body against yours was blissful, his warm skin pressed against yours as you kissed and sucked at his shoulder, desperate to feel every part of him against every part of you. His hands were pressing bruises into every inch of your skin, the feeling of you clenching around him sending him into ecstasy as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy.

“Y’so fuckin’ perfect, literally perfect, this pussy was made f’me, made jus’ f’me” he was rambling, desperate to let you know how much he had missed you.

“Mphm, Matt, don’t stop, please, don’t stop” you whined as he hit that gummy spot deep inside you, his dick nestling perfectly inside your slick walls.

“Keep saying my name like that, please baby, say it again f'me” He said, craning his neck up to look down at you, his eyes fluttery at the heavenly feeling of being completely surrounded by you.

“Matt” you moaned, throwing your head back as he thrust deeper inside of you, the soft pressure of the top of his pelvis periodically pressing against your puffy clit.

Matt groaned, dipping his head down to capture your neck in a tingling bite, just before soothing the sting with a warm and flat tongue.

“Ugh, Matt” you whimpered, squeezing your legs tighter round him, your hands finding his sweaty curls.

Matt near enough growled into your skin, picking up his pace as he hungrily fucked you with unwavering force into his bed. The sting of your fingers pulling his hair, coupled with the pulsating heat of your throbbing pussy sent him over the edge. With a loud grunt and stuttering hips, he came harder than he had in weeks, his vision going blurry as he nestled himself further into the crook of your neck, biting down on the fleshy meat of your shoulder. He slowed his pace completely, slowly fucking his cum into you until he felt paralysed by your warmth.

“Jesus Christ” he uttered into your hair.

You peppered kisses along his broad shoulder and up his neck, biting at his earlobe, earning an involuntary buck of his hips into your cum soaked hole. He begrudgingly pulled out of you, his soft dick hanging down between his legs as he fell down on top of you, his crushing body weight making you sink into the mattress. Your hands played with his hair as he caught his breath, head rested on your bare chest and hands rubbing at your boiling skin.

“Take it you missed me then?” You muttered, enamoured with his tired and fucked out frame lazily pressed against you.

He simply nodded against your skin, bringing a large hand up to palm the curve of your breast. “S’much” he said, just before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it with vigour.

You giggled at the sensation, shifting under him slightly as he pressed his already hardening dick against your thigh.

“Matt” You laughed, squirming under his touch.

In one swift movement, he flipped you both over so that you were ontop of him, your wet pussy pressed against the base of his sticky cock.

“Need more, princess, now, please” Matt said, a spread hand coming up your spine and he brought you down to him. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he kissed you like he was starved of your touch.

“m’never gonna get enough a’you” He moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your folds brushing up and down his stiff cock sending him into heavenly overstimulation.

The final beat of the song brought you back to reality,

and before you realised it, you were back at your apartment, pulling into your parking lot and making your way up to your empty home.

Your apartment was covered with Matt; a spare pair of his dirty, beat up airforces sat next to your messy array shoes by the front door, dried out flowers in jars were scattered around your whole apartment, all ones he had gotten you for birthdays or special achievements, or just because he saw them and thought of you. His jackets were hung up on your hooks, and his shirts were thrown lazily into your laundry baskets. Cards and notes were littered on your fridge and window sills, all just little messages he’d leave you throughout your entire friendship, even before you started sleeping together.

You kicked off your shoes and padded over to the fridge to get some water, old photos and memories stared back at you. Your fingers wrapped around the handle of the door, but your arm didn’t budge, your attention was fixated on the array of photos stuck to the fridge.

You had a photo of you and the boys when you were younger, your mum had found it when she was clearing out some old stuff and you simply had to steal it from her albums. There was another photo that Nick had taken at some party you don’t really remember and then there were two photos of you and Matt. One of them was a photo booth picture from some influencer thing he dragged you to, and the other was from your birthday last year. Just below the pictures, Matt had stuck a note under the floral magnet, you had no idea when he did it and honestly didn’t even notice it until that very moment. The note read, ‘hi, you’re pretty, have a nice day’ in what looked like his best attempt to have neat hand writing.

You glanced over the photo from your birthday, it was just after you guys had started seeing each other, and the boys had decided celebrating your birthday away from LA was non negotiable, so you all went home to Boston and had a proper family birthday. It was perfect, and for that short week, everything in your life felt like it was finally falling into place. Tears began to prick at your puffy eyes once more as you stared at the picture, his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, a cheesy grin spread across your face as he made one of his usual silly faces for the lens of Nicks camera.

Your heart sunk in your chest, and for the first time since you met Matt all those years ago, you felt completely alone. You had done the one thing you were the most afraid of being done to you; you had walked out on him, without even stopping to tell him why. You had acted like everything you hated, and the shame you felt, coupled with a deep sadness and a looming feeling of heavy regret were all only exacerbated by the fact that, the only person you wanted to speak to about how you were feeling, was Matt.

Back at his house, Matt was in his living room, sat across from his brothers, his elbows rested on his wide knees as his head hung on his neck, resting in his palms.

“You and y/n have been… fucking?” Chris said, fully spread across the sofa as he stared at Matt in bewilderment.

“Don’t say it like that, Chris” Nick hit Chris on the chest, turning back to Matt and perching his head on his hand, looking at him with soft features that reassured Matt that he was listening, “carry on, Matt” he said.

“It um— it started about six months ago, after Quens’ birthday party, d’you remember?” He said, brushing his hair out his face with a huff.

“Oh, yeah, I remember that, you guys ended up kissing during that weird card game, right?” Nick said, recounting his hazy memories from the party.

Matt nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “We ended up sleeping together that night, I brought her back here and she snuck out in the morning before you guys woke up”

“You sneaky motherfucker, if this whole situation wasn’t depressing as fuck I’d be so proud of you dude.” Chris leant forward and grabbed Matts shoulder, shaking him slightly and beaming at him, trying to coax a smile out of him.

A lazy smile creeped its way onto Matts face as Chris patted his back, that alone was enough to let him know that behind his sad eyes, Matt was still in there somewhere.

“Wait, so, what happened? Why did she suddenly decide that she doesn’t want to see you anymore?” Nick pushed, just as confused as his younger brother.

“I’ve got no fuckin’ idea, one minute we were fine, just chilling and watching gravity falls, and the next, she won’t even look at me” Matt sighed, his voice cracking as he spoke. He threw himself back onto the sofa and rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands, groaning and trying not to cry.

Chris and Nick shared a worried look, furrowed brows and concerned eyes pouring into each other as they both returned their attention to Matt, who was still shifting in his skin, the most worked up they’ve seen him in, well, in six months actually.

“Hey, kid, it’s gonna be okay, okay?” Chris placed a comforting hand on Matts knee, squeezing it slightly, “we’ve known her for like literally forever, whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll figure it out and come back”

“Yeah” Nick said, moving to sit on the other side of Matt, “maybe she’s just having a moment or something? You know how she gets sometimes” he reassured Matt with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just—she jus’—I just don’t understand” Matt shook his head, hands raking down his face as frustrated tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“Hey” Chris said gently, his voice wavering at the sight of Matt nearly crying, “Its okay, bro, you’ll figure it out, and besides even if you never get to fuck her again, I’m sure you’ll always be best friends”

“Chris” Nick said quietly through gritted teeth, his hand gently rubbing Matts shoulder as he shot Chris a glaring look.

“What?” Chris replied, innocently, not understanding what he said wrong.

Matts head rolled against the back of the sofa, he let out a small chuckle and shook his head, a groan slipping from his lips, “I don’t care if I never get to sleep with her again dude, I jus’—“ he sighed, “I think I’m in love with her” he closed his eyes and squeezed his back teeth together, clenching his jaw as a throttling wave of sadness came over him, “and now I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to tell her”

In the month between you walking out and you both crashing back into each other,

you didn’t see Matt or the boys once. You completely isolated yourself, refusing to even think about what had happened. The night you came home, after hours of crying in the shower and wanting the world to swallow you hole, you decided that simply forgetting it ever happened was the best plan of action. If it never happened, then it didn’t need to matter. But it did happen, and it did matter and you became a shell of yourself, existing on auto pilot everyday.

All you did was work and sleep, your social life becoming quickly non existent without the boys to coax you into actually leaving the house. You stopped replying to anyones messages in the first week, turning off all notifications and letting the little red bubble get longer and longer as the messages piled up in your phone. Everyday you managed to get yourself out of bed was a miracle, and if you showered and brushed your hair, it should have counted as an eighth wonder of the world. Your life had become an agonising picture coloured by shades of grey, all of the colour being stripped from your world when you slammed the door in your best friends face.

You couldn’t understand why you couldn’t just call him, tell him that you were sorry, that you freaked out and acted like a fucking idiot, and that all you’ve ever wanted is for him to be around forever, in whatever shape that may take. You loved him, you had loved him since you were a child, but having sex with him, and being his in those fleeting moments of passion made you fall in love with him, and the thought of that made you feel like you were driving down the highway on the wrong side, cars flying towards you at a hundred miles per hour as someone blindfolded you and told you to keep driving. But not because of him, he was perfect. He was one of the only people in the world who you really trusted, who you knew you could always rely on no matter what and no questions asked. It was because of you, something inside of you felt broken, and you had no idea how to fix it.

Matt wasn’t doing any better;

Unless he had to film or take a meeting, he barely left his room. He pushed away any attempt from his brothers to talk about you or what had happened since the night he told them about the two of you, not wanting to be reminded of the agonising feeling that had wedged itself between his ribs since the night you left.

His temper was shorter than ever, constantly snapping at one of the boys for tiny things and losing his shit every time a minor inconvenience happened. His parents got word of the fact that you two had stopped talking and tried to be there for him, your mum too, but he pushed everyone away. No one had the ability to crawl inside his brain and plant flowers in his weeds like you did, and he knew that, so he didn’t see the point in letting anyone even try.

After a certain point he stopped talking to everyone, only interacting with Chris or Nick when he really needed to and ignoring all the calls from Nate, his parents or Justin. He just wanted to be left alone, because at least then his reality would reflect how he felt. You had left a gaping hole in his life and slowly but surely, he was falling deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of that hole, letting the heavy sadness consume him with reluctant acceptance.

Despite his temper and moping about, his brothers never stopped trying;

A soft tap rattled his door, and a few seconds after, it creaked open, letting in a slither of light into his dark bedroom.

“Matt? We’re gonna go get wing stop, d’you wanna come?” Chris said softly, peering his head through the crack in the door.

Matt didn’t respond, he was tucked up to his neck in his duvet in his dark room, the only light in the room being that of his low brightness computer screen playing an array of depressing songs on loop and the light that Chris had welcomed in when he opened the door.

“Matt, dude, you haven’t left your room in days, you gotta eat something” Chris sighed, his refusal to accept this new version of Matt apparent.

Matt simply turned away from the door, turning his back to Chris in a silent ‘fuckin’ leave me alone’. Chris huffed, shaking his head and clicking the door shut.

Nothing was working, and they had no idea if he was ever going to be okay again. Normally, he would mope about for a couple days and then be back to his usual silly, kind self. But this was different, he seemed completely void of anything that made Matt, Matt.

Nick was fed up of his behaviour, and despite Chris’ constant battle with him over ‘just giving it time’, Nick knew, as his older brother and best friend, that it had all gone too far. So he took matters into his own hands.

That night, Nick got an uber to your apartment,

knowing it was your day off work and that you were almost definitely in the same position as Matt; not leaving your house or talking to anyone.

The uber pulled up next to your apartment block and he got out the car, striding up the stairs to the entrance and relentlessly pounded against your front door. The sound made you jump in your skin, pulling your attention away from the last episode of season two of gravity falls, a show that hadn’t left your tv in weeks. When you didn’t answer the door to the first round of banging, it started again and you reluctantly pushed yourself off your sofa and walked over to the door as it vibrated on its hinges.

“Okay, okay, m’coming, Jesus Chris” you groaned.

When you opened the door, you were met with a face you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Nick?” Your face dropped in confusion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n/n” he started sounding off immediately, pushing himself into your apartment.

“wha—“ you started to speak, but were immediately cut off.

“In what universe is it okay to just go completely ghost on your best fucking friend? What the fuck were you thinking? Matt has been in a shit state since you ran out that night and I’m fuckin’ sick of it! He’s angry at everyone, he’s nearly gotten in actual fights with me and Chris about a thousand times and he’s even stopped talking to our parents. Our parents y/n.” Nicks face was nearly bright red with anger as he paced around your apartment.

“Nick, I—“ you folded your arms over your chest, his words hitting you like bullets of reality.

“No. I’m not finished.” He held his hand up to stop you speaking, “I don’t know what the fuck happened between the two of you, but you need to sort it out, because I can’t sit here and watch this all unfold anymore. I think what you fail to remember, is that despite the fact that you were fucking him, he was also supposed to be your best friend. We all were. When you walked out on him, you also walked out on me and Chris. You left us all high and dry without a single explanation and zero entrance back into your life to try and figure out what the fuck happened.” Nick finished his rant and took a deep inhale, his first real breath since he stepped foot in your apartment.

The apartment was silent for a moment, you not knowing whether or not he was finished. “Can I speak now?”

“G’head” Nick replied, raising a hand, gesturing you to say your part.

“I’m sorry that I walked out.” You said, it being the only thing you could think to say in that moment, “I didn’t know he was going through all of that” you said, averting your gaze to the floor.

Nick chuckled in disbelief, “cut the shit, y/n/n” he said, “you know what he’s like, probably better than anyone. You know because you’re exactly the same, I mean, look at you, you look like shit” he said, not holding back, then again, when did he ever.

You looked back up at him and couldn’t help but chuckle as his insult, “What are you talking about? M’fine” you shrugged.

“Yeah sure you are, kid” Nick rolled his eyes, taking a few steps forward and lingering just in front of you.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, and honestly I don’t really care. But I do care about him, and I care about you, and I know that this is killing you as much as its killing him. so just stop being a fucking idiot and go tell him that you love him, because I’m tired of his stinking fuckin’ attitude and I miss you, I miss my best friend, we all do, Matt more than anyone” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his warm skin pulling a single brick from the dam that had all your crippling emotions stuffed behind it.

Tears brimmed at your eyes and Nick sighed, bringing you into an all encompassing hug, holding your head against his chest as you sobbed into him. He held you like that for a while, letting you cry in his arms as he cooed and rubbed the back of your head in the gentle embrace you were wrapped in. When you finally stopped shaking, you pulled away from him, wiping your tears and looked up at him through wet lashes.

“What if he hates me?” You sniffled, your voice still shaky.

Nick shook his head with a breathy laugh out his nose, “I don’t think he could hate you even if he wanted to, you’re everything to him”

You and Nick shared another hug before he said he had to go and meet everyone in the city, asking you if you wanted to come and not pressing when you shook your head no, telling him you just needed to be alone. He left and you were alone again, your mind now racing with everything he had said, his words giving you the reality check you needed.

Back at the boys' house,

Matt was padding around the kitchen, he had left his room about ten minutes after he heard the front door click shut and he knew he was alone. As he shuffled around in the cupboards looking for a bowl for his hundredth meal of instant noodles, the front door slammed shut, and a burning annoyance filled his entire body. Chris came bounding up the stairs, seemingly in a hurry, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Matt, actually out of his bedroom.

“Oh, you’re up, I jus’ came back ‘cause I forgot my wallet” he said, grabbing his wallet off the table.

Matt didn’t respond, he didn’t even acknowledge Chris’ presence.

Chris went to leave, rolling his eyes and not even attempting to bother trying anymore but, in true Chris fashion, he was determined to find his brother inside this strange ghost that had infiltrated his home.

“Look, dude, I know you’re hurting, trust me I get it but, you can’t keep letting this bring you down forever. There has to be a point were you realise that this isn’t healthy” He sighed, walking back to stand next to the table. “I know you love her, and I know that this whole situation is killing you, but maybe if you jus —“ he sighed, “maybe if you jus fuckin’ speak to her then you can sort all of this out, she can come back and everything can be normal again, ‘cause, its hard as fuck seeing you like this man and, even though I don’t love her like you do, I miss her too, she’s been around forever and it feels like we're a table missing a fuckin’ leg or some shit so, jus’ speak to her. what’s the harm in just trying, y’know?”

Matt, with his back still to Chris, shifted where he stood slightly, opening his mouth to reply but swallowed his words.

Chris sighed and shook his head, turning on the balls of his feet and running down the stairs. The slam of the front door echoed through the house, and Matt was soon left with the deafening silence left by Chris’ absence.

His brothers words ran laps around his mind, he knew he was right, this couldn’t go on forever, and he should just speak to you, but how was he even supposed to begin to try? Was he supposed to just show up at your apartment, tell you how he was dying inside, how this past month had been the hardest of his entire life and that he had missed you every single second of every day that passed painstakingly slowly? Was he supposed to just show up at your home, grab you by the face and tell you that he loved you and that he never wanted to be without you ever again? As the rapid thoughts bounced like pinballs against the walls of his skull, he realised that, that was exactly what he was going to do.

He slammed the cupboard door shut and strode over to the table, picking his keys up and near enough sprinting down the stairs, not even stopping to put shoes on as he pulled the front door open and stepped out in front of his house.

As he stepped out into his front yard, his heart fell down into his stomach at the sight of your shadowy frame, standing just a few feet from his front door, arms crossed over your pyjama top clad chest. He was paralysed, he didn’t know if he was dreaming or, if somewhere between the kitchen and the door he fell over and cracked his head open.

“Y/n” he choked out, it being the only thing he could muster up in that moment.

“Hi” you said in a small voice, a shy smile finding your lips at the sound of him saying your name.

Matt couldn’t move, feeling as though the ground had grown hands that had wrapped themselves around his ankles. You made the first move, taking a step into the light, the orange street lamp illuminating your features. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you, your beautiful face in his sights again after what felt like an eternity.

You walked closer to him, warmth radiated off him as he stared down at you with a slightly parted mouth. Neither of you spoke, you had no idea what to say, you just stared into each other for that long moment, the world shifting on its axis around you as suddenly, face to face like this, you felt like the only two people in the entire universe. Your eyes flitted between his, your lips periodically getting caught between your teeth as you tried to think of something, anything to say.

Matts eyes explored your face, as if he was memorising every inch of it incase it was the last time he was seeing you, incase this wasn’t real and he was asleep in his dark room. His gaze flitted to your plump lips and it sent a twinge up your spine, and without thinking, you latched your hands round the back of his head and pulled him down into you in a feverish, desperate kiss. He returned the kiss almost immediately, his hands slipping round your waist and pulling you into him in a frenzied attempt to feel you close to him again.

“I thought you said we weren’t gonna do this anymore” He said through frantic breaths, his lips still brushing yours.

“So” Matt pulled away for a brief moment, missing the heat from your plump lips and kissing you before he spoke again, “what’re we doin” he panted.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Matt” you shook your head, wrapping your hand round the back of his head, nearly giving him whiplash at the speed you pull his lips back to yours.

He kissed you back hungrily, groaning into your mouth as he pushed you backwards onto his bed. You hit the bed with a small whimper as his mouth detached from yours, his tongue flattening against your neck, then your chest, then your stomach and then back up the way he came.

Your hands latched onto his curls as your back arched at the sensation of his mouth against you for the first time in what felt like forever. He moaned against your skin, grinding his hard cock into your desperate core, your clothes creating a frustrating amount of friction between the two of you.

He bucked his hips into yours, your legs tightening around his waist with every thrust. You were desperate, and he was starved of you. His large came to your open shirt and pushed it down over your shoulder, his perfect teeth clamping down on your soft skin. His mouth found the curve of your tit, pulling the lacy fabric of your bralette down to expose your hardened nipple to him. With one hand on your waist, and his mouth latched around your nipple, Matt groaned into your skin. Your head rolled back at the sensation of his warm tongue on you, your whole body felt like it was on fire as his touch became feverish.

"Matt, please, please, I need it, I need you" you whined, you weren't sure what you were begging for but the pleads spilled from your mouth almost on instinct.

Matt removed his mouth from you and tugged at your shirt, you shifted slightly to assist him as he threw it across the room. He palmed the flesh of your half exposed tits, growing frustrated at the sight of the baby blue lace of your bralette that kept him from seeing you completely. With one swift rip, he tore the flimsy fabric open at the seams, leaving it in scraps on his mattress. The vision of your heaving chest incited something animalistic in him and he instantly dove down, latching his mouth around you once more.

The moan that left your throat was guttural, your back arching off the bed as his hand slipped down between the two of you, skipping the teasing and heading straight for your throbbing clit. The tip of his middle finger found your nub instantly and without hesitation, he set an agonising pace, rubbing blissful circles over it as his tongue continued to work your nipple. He moved his hand down, swiping his ring and middle through your sopping wet folds. Your toes curled at the feeling and with that, Matt inserted his long fingers into your tight hole.

The feeling of you clenching around his fingers made his stomach tense, a deep, hungry moan leaving his mouth and vibrating around your tit. Your thighs clenched around his wrist, he brought his knee to yours and pushed your legs open with brute force, pinning you open for him as he made his way down your skin with wet and sloppy kisses. As he moved, he pulled down your pyjama bottoms and panties, the cold air peppering goosebumps all over your skin as he slowly exposed you to him.

You were completely bare, spread out on his bed. He got to his feet, knees resting on the edge of the bed as he gawked down at you, his chest heaving in anticipation at the sight of you like this for him, something he thought he'd never see again.

"are you sure y'wanna do this?" he said, removing his hands from you completely.

"Matt, you're the only thing I've ever been sure about in my entire life" you panted, sitting up, placing your hand on his chest and leaning up into him.

His fingers pressed against your core once more, attaching his lips to yours as you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.

"I've missed you, so fuckin' much" Matt confessed into the kiss, pushing you further up the bed as he crawled between your open legs.

Your hands came to the waistband of his joggers and pushed them down with desperation, moaning into the messy kiss as he thrust his slender fingers in and out of you at a tormenting pace. You wrapped your hand around his cock and he bucked into your touch, chasing the feeling of you pumping him. He broke the kiss with a breathy whine, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he assisted you in lining his throbbing length up with your sopping hole. He pulled his fingers from you and rubbed small circles over your clit, you pressed his leaking tip against your hole.

Matt moaned your name, the feeling of your wet pussy so close to being around him making his vision go blurry.

His hand came to your face, pressing bruises into your cheek as he shifted you both to lay on your sides, facing each other. He moved his hand down, lifting your leg and hooked it over his waist, pulling you into him with such force that a short squeal left your lips. You continued pumping him, rubbing his tip through your folds, when you brushed him back over your hole, Matt bucked his hips, the sting of him stretching you out for a brief second inciting throaty moans from the both of you.

Once he had a taste, he was lost in it, and Matt pushed himself inside of you again, this time allowing himself to bottom out in your gummy, soaked walls. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, your forehead pressing against his as he breathed desperate moans into your open mouth.

"Jesus christ you feel so fuckin' good" Matt whined, thrusting into you with one hand tucked between your face and his pillow, and the other on your thigh, the pressure of his touch sure to leave bruises behind.

He was bottoming out completely as your pussy milked him, clenching around his hard cock, and you felt as if you could cum from the sensation of his touches alone. Your whole body was tingling, every inch of your skin on fire with pure bliss as he fucked up into you at a steady pace.

"Matt, go faster, please" You whimpered, clawing at the back of his neck, tugging at the messy curls that gathered there.

He didn't need to be told twice, with a low growl, Matt set a rapid pace, fucking into you like it was the last thing he would ever do. Your moans were pornographic, the sting of his skin slapping against yours, coupled with the blissful stretch of your pussy around his cock sending you into a deep state of euphoria.

Matt grunted repeatedly, moaning your name over and over again as he fucked into you desperately. His moans made your ears ring, you brought a hand down in between you both and collected some of the juices that leaked from your pussy onto his cock, moving your fingers up to rub rapid circles across your puffy clit.

Matt grunted at the sight, his grip on your skin turning to blunt nailed scratches as he hardened his thrusts, pounding into you relentlessly as you worked your clit.

"keep doing that, angel, keep doing that for me, you feel so fucking good clenching around me like this, jesus christ, you're so fucking sexy when you touch yourself for me" he was rambling, completely consumed by the sight of you, the feeling of you milking his cock bringing him closer and closer to his release.

"fuck, Matt, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum" you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he fucked into you at a rapid pace. the sensation of his merciless grip on your skin coupled with the stimulation of your throbbing clit making you see stars.

"cum for me, angel, cum f'me, I'm right there with you, m'right there with you" his words were almost incoherent.

The sound of him telling you to cum was enough to send you tumbling down into ecstasy, and he was right behind you. The vice grip your clenching pussy had around his cock was incredible, and wet sounds of your cum releasing all over his length filled the air as his pace became sloppy, chasing his high as he stuttered inside of you.

"Fuck, Matt" you cried out, and the sound of you crying out his name sent him over the edge.

He released threads of ropy cum into your gaping hole, fucking his seed into you as his movements began to slow.

Your breathless pants filled the room as you both came down from your highs, foreheads pressed against each others, sharing oxygen as your leg remained wrapped around his waist. His hand caressed the side of your face, pushing your hair out the way to look at your pretty, fucked out face.

When you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you and the feeling of his eyes baring into yours made your skin hot.

“Hi” you smiled.

“Hey” He cheesed back, rubbing small circles on your warm cheeks.

After a brief moment of loving stares, reality set in, and you remembered the agonising events that led you to being here, tangled up with him like this. The dark circles around Matts eyes that mimicked your own broke your heart, and in that moment, you couldn't bare the thought of never being away from him ever again.

“I um—I’m really sorry, Matt.” Your smile dropped into a sincere, pleading expression.

“You don’t have to apologise to me, y/n” Matt shook his head against the pillow.

“No, I —“ you sat up, resting on your elbow to look down at him. His hand on your cheek didn’t falter and you pressed your head into his touch with closed eyes, “I do. I’m so fucking sorry, Matt. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I—I just freaked out because you called me baby and I —“ your rambling was cut off by his voice.

“Wait” he said, shifting to rest against his headboard, letting his hand drift down the soft skin of your arm, “all of this, was because I called you baby?” He asked through a short, baffled laugh.

You nodded, some what embarrassed, sitting up completely in front of him, taking his large hand in yours and toying with the rings on his fingers.

“But, I called you baby all the time�� Matt chuckled, grasping your hand in his and gaining your attention back to his soft eyes.

“I know, it just— it freaked me out because I think I realised in that moment that I was in love with you and, I just didn’t know how to handle that” you looked away from him again, the weight of your confession making your voice crack.

Matts ears began to ring, “You’re in love with me?” He questioned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him.

You locked eyes with him again, he looked so soft, his kind eyes almost sparkling with happiness at your words, “yeah, I'm in love you, Matt” you nodded, “I am, and I — I tried to ignore it, I tried to push it down and forget about it but, I couldn’t, I don’t know how to forget you”

Matt didn’t say anything, he felt as though all the words in the English language were ripped from his brain as you told him you loved him for the second time. He simply starred at you in awe, your hand firm in his grip.

“Can you say something, please” you said, your eyes flitting away from his for a second before returning to their prior position.

“Y/n/n, I— I’ve been in love with you since we were ten years old” the words spilled from his mouth, a wave of utter relief washing over him at the feeling of finally admitting a fact he’s known for half his life.

“You have?” Your expression was pleading as your eyes widened at his confession.

“I’ve loved you more and more everyday I’ve known you, I just didn’t realise it until that night when— when we kissed” He said, sitting up and lingering inches away from your face. He brought his hand back up to your face, “You don’t know how to forget me?” He chuckled, “I couldn’t ever forget you, even if I tried, even if I wanted to” his lips brushing over yours softly as you breathed into his parted mouth.

You didn’t respond with words, instead, you pressed your lips against his with such force that it sent him back down to his satin pillow.

You were terrified, and completely enamoured by him. You loved him more than you'd ever thought possible and he loved you just the same. And despite the fact that the idea of being loved, truly loved, scared you beyond belief, you no longer felt like you were drowning. Because you knew that no matter what happened, Matt would always be there to dive into the rocky waters and pull you to the surface.

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porcalinecunt · 15 days ago

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𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: i wrote this after midnight so sorry if its ass ; ; had draken thoughts and couldn’t contain them in my conscious. an nee ways, enjoy! <3

ᥫ᭡. ~ big boyfie draken is a sissy boy’s dream come true! after all, there’s not many hunks out there who’s willing to give boys like you a shot. after meeting you, cute in your ‘lil work uniform at the local cafe after putting street runts down, the second in command officer never felt any mushier with someone then with you.

after all, it’s like you couldn’t stop charming the guy! from kind words after a rough fight to patching him up to doing his braid every morning when he misses your hands roaming the dragon tattoo carved into the side of his head. his perfect little prince, a man he protects with his fists and body alike, someone who brings out the best in him even when things got serious. even more so thanks to the insane size difference between the both of you.

draken was huge, bigger then most of the guys even at a young age. even more so the older he got, his biceps bigger then your head and his body practically becoming a damn wall. it seemed like his growth spurt never stopped growing, until your face could only see his chest unless you craned your neck up to look at his face. you found it inconveniencing, annoying even! though through the eyes of draken, you only got cuter by the second.

millisecond if you count the times he nearly came by just making eye contact with you during sex. ♡

there’s a reason why this man has you in doggy tonight, not just to watch your pretty ass bounce as he fucks himself into your cunt, but to see you turn your head back to face him with the same heart eyes gaze that got you in this position in the first place. heavy eyelids with your irises rolling back everytime he hit that sweet spot, teeth sunken into your bottom lip as your face grew hot by the second. a normal reaction when your boyfriend’s fat cock is kissing your cervix and threatening to put a baby in you.

he felt heavy in your tummy, a bulge forming in and out as he dragged his girth along your sensitive walls. “kennyyyy!—“ you whined, turning your head again with a pout on your wet lips this time. “feels so good—ngh, wanna cum..cum in mee!”

“i know i know baby..doin’ so good f’me over here..” he leans down, cooing in your ear before licking your earlobe. he practically was on the verge of an orgasm, watching you squirm and plead for him was enough to push him over the edge. so much so, he couldn’t help but wrap his whole arm around your marked up neck and lock you in a chokehold. he felt your smaller hands shot up instinctively, gripping his wrist and bicep as he applied more pressure onto your windpipe.

he almost pulled away out of concern for your breathing until he felt you clench. suddenly, you felt a chuckle spill through his lips and into your ear. “ahh..you like this don’t ya?” “k-kenny..i jus—AH!”

“nah nah nah..don’t try ‘n run from me.” he pulled you up until your back touched his chest, arching away from your menace of a man as he pumps his length deeper into your ruined cunt. “your fuckin’ dirty boy, y’know that? tell me your a dirty boy f’me.”

“a-ah..’m y-you’re d-dirty boy..” you choked out, only to receive a tighter squeeze from your boyfriend. “i’m your dirty boy kenny! i’m your dirty boy!” you answered, both desperate yet cocked out beyond cognitive ability. how a simple headlock can have you babbling for dick embarrassed yet endeared you. didn’t matter anyways, draken was already inching towards his orgasm by the minute and you were going to take every last drop, even if he ended up knocking you up.

“yeahhh..my dirty boy loves my dick, always lovin’ my fuckin’ dick..” draken grunted as he screwed his eyes shut. “yess..i love it ken..i love it so so much!—ah!” before you could continue your mantra of your boyfriend, the feeling of your orgasm along with his hot seed spilling into your cunt knocked the wind out of your lungs. well, as much wind was left considering how tightly he was holding your neck. even so, you had enough energy to turn your fucked out gaze to him.

“can you do it harder next time?”

#𓆩♱𓆪 — porcelaincunt !#ftm reader #male reader #x ftm reader #ftm!reader #x sub male reader #male! reader #draken tokyo revengers #draken x reader #draken #draken smut #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji x reader #tokyo revengers smut #draken x y/n #ken ryuguji x reader

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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the absolute diabolical fear i have of leaking on my period on someone s sheets… like if it cane early or smth🥲 heh can i request sae, rin, isagi and shidou who like are maybe hanging out and period comes early and reader is on the bedsheets mortified not knowing whether to move and just dying from embarrassment and maybe they reassure her? thank you ^^

- 🩷

“𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜”

a/n: i fear this is a universal experience

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei

itoshi sae

he’s the one you least want to notice it. like pls, not the guy who’s always effortlessly cool. but guess what? he notices.

not because you moved or said anything, because you didn’t.

“why are you sitting so still?” he says casually, stretching on the other side of the bed. “you weren’t this calm when we got here.”

when your voice cracks a bit like, “i-it’s nothing,” he instantly knows.

he sighs and gets up, rummaging through the closet. tosses you a hoodie. “tie it around your waist. there’s laundry downstairs. move before you leak on my phone charger.”

you blink at him in shock and embarrassment. he leans in close and whispers: “it’s just blood. i’ve bled more from a nose tackle. now come on.”

he’s so nonchalant about it that you actually start calming down.

itoshi rin

he’s sitting on the edge of the bed playing on his phone, and you’re sitting stiff as a board behind him like a cat that touched water.

you realize way too late that you bled through the sheets. instant panic.

unfortunately for your soul, rin turns around right then. and sees the look on your face. and the very obvious patch on the bed.

“… you okay?”

you nod too fast, eyes wide.

he puts his phone down slowly. “… you’re bleeding.”

w h a t d o y o u m e a n “y o u ’ r e b l e e d i n g”

but then he does something so rin.

he yanks the blanket off the bed, folds it, tosses it over your lap, and mutters, “you can use my hoodie. just go clean up. no one else saw.”

and then sits back down, pulls out his phone again, and refuses to make it weird.

later that night, he makes sure you get the side of the bed with extra pillows and painkillers, like he didn’t just save your pride and peace of mind.

isagi yoichi

this poor baby boy is the first to react. violently.

“oh my god, are you okay???”

which only makes it worse because now he’s really looking.

you’re like “i-it’s fine! i’m fine!” while actively trying to become one with the bed.

but once he gets it, the switch flips.

“oh… OH. okay, okay, don’t move! i got it!”

he’s running around like a man on a mission. gets you a towel and finds your bag.

once you’re cleaned up, he sits next to you with a cup of tea like “it’s a normal thing. like, statistically, someone in the room is probably gonna have a period. and that someone is you. and that’s okay.”

you’re still mortified but he’s blushing harder than you now, sooo you win.

shidou ryusei

chaos.

he walks into the room with a snack in hand and stops dead in his tracks when he sees your panicked face and the suspicious red spot on the sheets.

“whoa. did you get stabbed? that’s metal.”

you groan and cover your face with a pillow.

“shut up.”

“nah, it’s cool. i’ve had worse blood on my jersey. here.” he tosses you his oversized t-shirt. “use that. and don’t freak out, it’s just your demon womb tryin’ to kill you or whatever.”

he yells out the door, “YO ANYONE GOT CHOCOLATE? SHE’S DYING IN HERE!”

cue isagi yelling back, “STOP MAKING IT WORSE, SHIDOU!”

but honestly? he’s kinda sweet about it. he changes the sheets himself (kinda aggressively), plops down next to you after, and says, “next time bring a whole suitcase of pads. we’re not doin’ this ambush crap again.”

he’s chaotic but oddly supportive. also steals your heating pad later and doesn’t even apologize.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #period panic

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holorform2009 · 2 months ago

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Ŧ๏๏lє๔

You sat in the corner far away from all the men in this lobby as they all called it. Why are you sitting in the corner you may ask? Well, some guy named sheddingskies or something something you forgot what his name is explained the situation you are in as he tries to sugar coat it but you knew what it mean. You're not dumb.

A sweat rolled down on his temple as Shedletsky knows he shouldn't have done that, now you are greatly traumatized. Builderman sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he slapped his friend in the shoulder. "Good job shed, now look what you've done.."

Shedletsky glanced at him "it's no use if we don't tell them, they're going to know one day–- night. So It's better to let them know in advance rather than let them see for themselves." He explains as he rubs his temple, head ache begin to surface.

"Still, you could've just let them adjust for a moment before you tell them." Elliot spoke, his eyes glanced to where you sat, seeing how you hug your knees like your life depends on it and he felt so sorry for you. "Poor kid" he mumbled. Shedletsky was about to reply when guest 1337 suddenly spoke, interrupting him. "We have five seconds left, get ready everyone."

"What? Already—"

Your eyes blinked twice, and then thrice. You did not move from your spot.

If there's a killer on a run, might as well hide. It's a good thing you're spawned where they will never see you. You hoped the killer won't find you here, you just sat there playing with the grass beneath you. Your eyes move towards your feet noticing you're not wearing any shoes and you wondered why or where is your shoes at when you got here.

You sighed and leaned on wall as a faint of jazz music suddenly reached your ears, you ignored it but the sound grew louder and louder as if it is getting closer to you. And before you know it a voice called out to you, causing you to jolt in surprised.

"Whatcha doin' out 'ere, little bunny?"

You slowly slowly turn your head at him, eyes wide with surprise. He looked a bit normal... so you guessed he is one of the survivor like you but you need to make sure if he is, so you asked him a question. A simple one.

"Are you a survivor too, mister?"

"Survivor? Why yes, 'course I am..." He smiled at you, you can't see his eyes because it was hidden by his fedora hat. You wondered if he can see you properly with that hat on his way.

"Oh, ok. Can you sit next to me? I don't wanna be alone here..." You muttered. "But it's fine if you don't want to."

" 's okay lil' one, if ya want a companion you could've asked." He chuckled as he moved to sit beside you, honestly his british accent is tickling your brain right now. "Oh. Thanks" you replied nonchalantly.

You don't know why but you have a feeling you should not make friends with this guy.

#purely platonic #gn reader #artist on tumblr #reader insert #art is mine #child reader #platonic #forsaken shedletsky #forsaken elliot #forsaken guest 1337 #forsaken roblox #forsaken fanart #forsaken mafioso #Platonic forsaken x child reader #Forsaken x reader

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itneverendshere · 3 months ago

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can we get kelce's sister and bsf rafe first time saying i love uuuu

want your two hands on me like my life needs savin' - r.c (+18)

pairing: kelce's sister x hockey!rafe warnings: smut; fluff.

You didn’t plan to wear it at first.

The jersey had been sitting in your closet for a week—custom-ordered, stitched with Cameron across the back and that big captain “C” on the front.

It was a joke at first.

It’s not a huge deal, right? You just bought a jersey with his name on it, but it does feel like you’re wearing a piece of him. It’s softer than you thought it would be and when you tug it over your head, it swallows you completely.

#91. CAMERON.

You sit at the edge of your bed, legs bare, phone lighting up beside you with a text from Rafe. “Leaving the rink now. Be there in 20.”

Three little hearts at the end. He’s been doing that lately.

It’s only been a few weeks since you stopped pretending, the casual hookups turning into forehead kisses and falling asleep on FaceTime more often, lazy sunday morning spent together. You haven’t talked about it too much. It’s just been… happening.

You're his, he's yours.

Tonight, he’s crashing at your dorm after practice, a normal Friday thing now. Rafe’s been on fire lately, always pushing himself, and he’s been hinting at how tired he is, but still—when you think of him on the ice, you can’t help but smile. Cocky bastard, you think, and it makes your chest tighten with something warm.

You get him.

You glance at the clock—he’s almost here. And suddenly, there’s a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Is he going to notice? You’ve been asking yourself that all night. You already know the answer.

Rafe notices everything when it comes to you.

You can’t sit still long enough to wait. You hop up and head into the bathroom, turning on the warm light and grabbing your cleanser. It's automatic now—your little skincare routine—except your hand shakes a bit when you twist the cap off your moisturizer.

You feel ridiculous, getting butterflies over a guy you've known most of your life, but it’s Rafe, and this thing between you isn’t what it used to be.

He’s yours now, or at least, he’s becoming that.

You swipe on some toner and glance at your reflection. Your cheeks are warmer, your hair a little messy from tugging the jersey on, and the neckline hangs wide, exposing your collarbone. You press your lips together to stop the smile that creeps up anyway.

You want him to like it.

There’s a knock on your door, familiar because he always knocks, even though you tell him not to.

Your heart leaps as you scramble to dry your hands on a towel and dart out of the bathroom, your bare feet soft against the floor. You hesitate for a second before opening the door, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of the jersey.

Rafe’s still in his hoodie, hair damp from the quick shower he took at the rink, hockey bag slung over his shoulder. He’s already pressing a kiss to your lips— his I missed you without words.

“Hi, princess. Coach was on our ass tonight,” Rafe groans as he steps past you, already shrugging off his jacket first. “It’s like he thinks we forgot how to play defense overnight or somethin’. My legs are shot. I thought Kelce was gonna throw his stick at him.”

He tosses his bag toward the corner like usual and flops onto your bed with a heavy sigh, face first into the comforter.

You lean against the door, watching him grumble into your sheets like a kid who didn’t get picked for recess.

“He had us doin’ suicide drills for no reason,” his voice is muffled now, face buried in your pillow. “Said we were getting lazy. I’ve been skating since eight a.m.”

He kicks his legs a little like he’s tantruming, then flips onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, arms crossed loosely as you inch closer.

God, he’s dramatic.

“He was bitchin’ about backchecking the whole time like—bro, maybe we’re not covering the zone because you keep changing the damn lines every game.”

Your smile breaks through then, no point hiding it. He’s completely unaware, sprawled out across your bed still half-talking into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You know you should be listening to his complaints—he always gets like this after a bad practice.

You tug the jersey down a little, like that’ll somehow make it more noticeable.

“You done sulking?”

Rafe groans again, dramatically. “Never.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Unless you’ve got food,” he mumbles. “Or a massage. Or—” He cuts himself off mid-sentence, goes eerily quiet as he lifts his arm off his face and finally looks at you.

You watch his eyes drag down, his brain needing a second to catch up. His mouth opens a little, only a sound coming out—a pleased grunt that makes your stomach flip.

“What,” you say innocently, pretending to adjust the sleeve.

You glance down, your bare legs brushing the edge of the jersey as you cross your arms loosely over your chest, a little shy all of a sudden.

Rafe props himself up on his elbows, eyes on you properly for the first time tonight.

“Is that…” His voice goes soft. “Is that my jersey?”

You try to play it cool, but there’s a smile pulling at your mouth. “You like it?”

“That’s my jersey.”

“Yeah."

“With my name on it.” He stares for a second, brain buffering. Then: “Baby.”

It’s not simply a reaction, it’s more of a full-body. He sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed, eyes dragging from your thighs all the way up to the bold white #91 on your chest.

That little captain “C.” His name across your back.

“You got that made?”

You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek to hide the grin. He reaches out, pulling you in between his legs, fingers brushing the hem where it hangs past your thighs. Shit, the way he always looks at you—you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like that before.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you say, voice suddely meek. “Wasn’t sure if it’d be… dumb.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, but his hand lingers on your thigh, a little shaky, and when he looks up at you again, he looks wrecked. Not in the tired-from-practice way, but in the holy-shit-I’m-so-down-bad-it’s-physically-hurting-me way.

You’re still trying to play it cool, but inside you’re screaming. You’ve never had this before, this type of affection, someone who made your skin feel like it was buzzing just from how softly they touched you.

You’re not the type to get giddy over guys, you never have been. Boys have always called you pretty and meant it, but not like this. No one ever made you want to wear their name or feel soft.

“You’re wearin’ my fuckin’ captain patch.”

Your grin spreads.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, breath catching in his throat. He runs a hand through his damp hair, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with disbelief. “You’re gonna kill me. You know that, right? Just—wearin’ my name like that?”

Your heart flips. “Too much?”

He laughs like you just asked if the sky was too blue, pulling you forward by the hem of the jersey, letting his forehead fall to your stomach, lips ghosting over the fabric like it’s sacred.

“No,” he mumbles. “Not enough.” He looks up at you with that lazy, crooked smile that always gives him away. “You look better in it than I do.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m not covered in bruises and hockey tape.”

He huffs a chuckle through his nose and leans in, pressing a kiss to your hand.

“No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. You look…” His voice trails off like he’s not sure what word to land on. You can feel his breath against your skin. His eyes flick up to yours again,. “…really fuckin’ cute, actually.”

You roll your eyes, playful. “That so?”

He nods like it’s obvious. “I should be mad.”

You tilt your head. “Mad?”

“You know how many fights I’ve gotten in over that jersey? I bled for that thing.”

You laugh, “Okay, relax, Captain Cameron.”

Your fingers instinctively thread through his hair, and you swear you feel him melt into it. His eyes are gleaming, but there’s something almost shy in the way he’s looking at you.

“Baby, I swear to God… I’m never recoverin’.”

You blink, stunned. “You’re being dramatic.”

Rafe looks up, dead serious.

“I’m not.”

He pulls you into his lap and you let him, settling with your knees on either side of him, the jersey pooling between you. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing gently at the skin.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

You don’t say anything—only take in the way his lashes fan out, how his hands feel like they were made to hold you. The jersey slips even lower as you lean into him, trying to give him more to look at, and his fingers flex at your thighs again.

You trace his jaw with your knuckles. “You scored a hat trick last weekend,” you tease, “That’s gotta count for something.”

Rafe huffs a laugh, but he’s not paying attention to your words anymore. His hands travel up, brushing under the hem now, and your breath catches as his palms smooth over the tops of your thighs, slipping beneath the oversized fabric, thumbs pressing into your hips.

“You like it?”

“Way too much.”

You hum, smug. “Good.”

“You gonna wear it next game?”

“I dunno,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “Might be bad luck.”

He immediately looks up, scandalized. “Don’t say that. That’s slander.”

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin like a fool all over again.

“Guess we’ll see,” you murmur, leaning down just enough for your noses to bump. “Depends if you score or not.”

“Not enough,” he murmurs, “You sittin’ here, wearin’ this��lookin’ like mine—that’s… that’s what I want every day.”

You don’t even mean to kiss him first.

You tilt your chin the slightest bit, mouth already parting as you lean in—and Rafe meets you halfway. You both tend to forget how much you missed each other during the day.

You gasp into it when his tongue meets yours, Rafe hums low in his chest like you just did something to him. His hands are yanking you closer, gripping your skin, one hand slipping up your back beneath the jersey and pulling you flush against him.

The kiss is a little messy, but sweet. Your mouths move together like you’ve done this a thousand times, which you have. His tongue brushes against yours again, coaxing, until you’re the one deepening it, leaning into him, fingers curling tighter in his hair.

You tilt your head, giving him more, and he takes it greedily—lips parting wider, tongue stroking against yours, his hands still roaming, one slips around to your stomach, splaying wide over your ribs while the other cradles the back of your neck.

You moan quietly into his mouth, and he swears, “Jesus, baby…”

You think, for a second, he might lose it from just kissing you, yet you’re the one whimpering in protest when he pulls back, not meaning to—but it slips out, breathy and sweet, and it does something to him.

“I used to dream about this,” Rafe quietly confesses, thumb sliding under your chin, lifting it so you’ll look him dead in the eye. “You. In my jersey. Lookin’ at me like that.”

Your breath catches.

“I used to think—if I could just get close enough, if I could just have you—once—I’d be good. That’d be enough. I’d be fine.”

You blink at him, wide-eyed, lips still kiss-bitten, and you don’t even realize the way you’re looking at him until his thumb touches your cheek again, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You try to scoff, play it off, but your voice comes out all breathless, no one’s ever made you feel like being adored by you was some kind of miracle. You can feel the puppy-eed look on your face, helpless and a little (a lot ) in love, making you squirm in your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cameron,” you whisper, nose brushing his, your fingers still curled in the hem of his hoodie.

Rafe huffs a quiet laugh, tucking his face into your neck, hiding his red cheeks.

“Can’t help it.” He kisses your shoulder, right where the jersey’s slipping down, then your collarbone, then just below your jaw. “You wearin’ my name,” he mumbles between kisses, “You know what that does to me?”

You bite your lip, grinning even though your heart’s doing that ridiculous flutter thing again. “Tell me.”

“Drives me fuckin’ crazy,” he breathes, mouth dragging up your neck, open and unhurried. “I already wanna fuckin’ worship you every time you let me touch you, but now? Wearin’ this?” His fingers tug at the jersey again, knuckles brushing just under the hem where your thighs part around his hips. “Lookin’ like you belong to me?”

You breathe a shaky giggle, threading your fingers through his hair again. “I do, though.”

His eyes flutter close as his palm slides between your thighs, thumb teasing lightly along the inside. He kisses you again, slower this time, you feel it in your knees, in your chest.

You tug at his hoodie, pouting when he doesn’t move fast enough. “Take this off.”

Rafe grins against your mouth. “Bossy.”

He shrugs out of the hoodie as you help him tug it over his head. The second it’s gone, your hands are on him, greedy palms smoothing down the ridges of his abs. You’ve touched him a hundred times, but it never gets old—he feels borderline feverish.

His hand is already slipping up your back again, this time under the jersey, dragging it torturously up your body until he’s got just enough of it bunched to see the edge of your panties.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, thumbs grazing under the swell of your breasts. You tilt your hips without thinking, grinding against him, and Rafe curses under his breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck. Do that again.”

You roll your hips slower this time, and his hands shoot down to grab your ass, holding you still as he groans into your shoulder.

“I’m tryin’ to make you feel good.”

His hands slide back up your thighs to hook around your panties and tug them down. You gasp when he slips between your folds, already slick for him, and he bites his lip at the sound.

“You like wearin’ my name that much, baby?”

You nod, unable to lie. “I like bein’ yours.”

You can feel him hard beneath you, pushing against your thigh, and it makes you squirm without thinking. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up—tilting your hips again, rocking down as he shudders beneath you.

You rest your forehead against his, breath shaky. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

“Yeah?”

“All day,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his. “It’s like—I see you on the ice, and I just… I wanna make you feel good.”

You can’t stop thinking about the last time he was in your mouth—how he’d gone quiet, which Rafe never does, and then grateful, in that wrecked, stunned way he gets when you’re on your knees for him. You remember the weight of him on your tongue, the way he’d filled your mouth—your throat—how he tasted.

His hands start to move again, worshipping the skin there. “You’re already makin’ me feel good, baby.”

You shake your head, teasing your nails lightly down his stomach. “Not like that.”

“Y-you—fuck, you sure?”

You nod, nose brushing his cheek. “You’ve been workin’ so hard. You’ve been takin’ care of me... I wanna take care of you. All I’ve been thinkin’ about,” you murmur, “is gettin’ on my knees for you.”

He swears under his breath, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

You lean in, lips at his ear, just brushing. “I can still taste you in my mouth sometimes. You know that?”

You start sliding off his lap, never breaking eye contact as you sink to your knees in front of him. The jersey sways around your hips, and Rafe’s pupils blow dark at the sight.

You press your palms to his thighs, spreading them just enough, and reach for the waistband of his sweats. He lifts his hips without a word, in a trance—and you free him, hard and flushed, already leaking at the tip.

You forgot how pretty he is like this, he’s so hard he’s pulsing, and all you’ve done is talk. You look up at him, wrapping one hand around the base, tongue darting out to taste him.

Rafe hisses, head falling back to the wall with a thunk.

“Shit—baby—don’t tease.”

You simply continue to brush your lips over the tip like a kiss, while Rafe’s hips twitch as he hisses through his teeth. You start with your tongue, kitten-licks over the head, catching the salty taste of him. You swirl your tongue around the crown slow, your spit mixing with his precum, lips shiny, mouth open like you’re hungry and still deciding where to start.

Rafe’s hand twitches like he might grab your hair—but he doesn’t. He fists the sheets instead, knuckles white.

“You said you liked when I took my time,” you murmur, thumb brushing just under the head.

“I—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, hips jolting like he didn’t mean to move. “You—you got no business bein’ that good at this—Jesus—” He cuts off again, panting.

He lets out a strangled noise when you flatten your tongue again, dragging it along his length as you bob your head, unhurried. Rafe’s breathing gets heavier, just needing to touch you. You pull off with a sticky pop, precum stretching between your lips and his tip, grabbing him by the base. A thick string of saliva lands right on the tip and drips down the length of him.

"Still with me?" you tease, all innocent doe eyes.

He looks down at you with his mouth open, like he’s not even sure where he is.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, what the—fuck.”

You giggle, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and go back, twisting at the base, your fist stroking in tandem with your lips. He lets out the dirtiest groan yet, hips lifting helplessly off the bed

You spread it with your tongue, lapping up your own spit, moaning filthy, tasting something sweet. You drag the flat of your tongue up the underside, slow as hell, then do it again, eyes fluttering like you’re savoring it.

Rafe looks like he’s about to explode, neck strained, chest rising. “You—fuck, you tryna—tryna suck the—soul outta me?”

You take him in, inch by inch, lips stretching around the thick head until it presses against the back of your throat. You sigh gutturally, and the sound destroys him, letting out a broken moan that sounds like it got torn out of his chest.

Rafe’s hips jerk, “Oh my God—fuck—” His whole body tenses when you hum in response, all innocent, tongue still teasing the slit. “I—I swear to God, you’re evil,” he chokes out. “That mouth—Jesus Christ.”

You pull back, let him slide out, then suck him back in, deeper this time. Your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself, mouth sloppy and wide around him. You’re obscene with it—licking, spitting.

“Just wanna take care of you,” you whisper, mouth still wrapped around him.

You bob your head slowly, then faster, then slow again, dragging your tongue along the underside every time he slips out. Your hand strokes what you can’t take, the other trailing down to squeeze his thigh.

Rafe’s noises turn to curses.

“Shit—shit, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it—look at you, fuckin’—droolin’ on it, fuckin’ suckin’ me like that—you love it, don’t you?”

You nod with him still in your mouth making him groan louder, his hand tightening in your hair, not pushing, because he doesn’t need to.

You start to fuck your own mouth on him—faster, fluids spilling out the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin. You can hear it, the lewdest sucking sounds filling the room.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, hips stuttering up into your mouth. “You want it all, huh? You want me down that fuckin’ throat?”

One of your hands dips between your own thighs, to relieve the pressure, but you don’t stop—don’t even slow down. You take him deeper, swallowing around him, until your nose is pressed to his stomach and your eyes are watering, tears tracking down your cheeks.

“Fuuuck—fuck, I’m gonna—baby—”

His thighs are shaking, both hands in your hair now, voice all broken.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—’m comin’, don’t stop—”

You don’t. You hold him there, let him fuck your throat through it. He groans so loud it echoes, his whole body going taut as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every drop, moaning like it’s everything you ever wanted.

You stay there, mouth still around him, until he whimpers and pulls you off, chest heaving, eyes wild. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still panting, on your knees, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world.

Rafe’s flushed all the way down to his chest—and you’re not even pretending to hide how pleased you are with yourself.

You lick your lips slow, watching him twitch, his hand flexing against the sheets, you know he’s fighting the urge to grab you and manhandle you like a doll. His eyes meet yours, you barely get a second to breathe before he’s tugging—hard—yanking you back up onto his lap like you’re oxygen and he’s suffocating.

“C’mere,” he mutters, voice gritty, desperate.

You straddle him again, dizzy from the sudden movement, but you don’t miss the way his hands go straight to your ass cheeks. His lips crash into yours, tongue and teeth and need—devouring the taste of himself off your mouth.

You grind down into his lap on instinct.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands already sliding under the jersey, he has to feel your skin again. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You laugh against his lips, dizzy.

“I thought that already happened.”

He growls low in his chest, you’re not helping by feeding the fire.

“You don’t get it,” he grabs a fistful of the jersey, just enough to mouth at your tits, hot and open-mouthed. “You—this—fuck. You’re mine.”

Rafe sucks one of your nipples into his mouth with no warning. His tongue is warm circling before he pulls back with a nasty pop, breath hot as he groans down your sternum. You can only take it, fingers tangling in his hair as he licks a stripe over your chest leaving it soaked.

“Please,” you whisper, aching. “Please, Rafe.”

“Say it again,” he begs into your chest, tugging your panties to the side like it’s nothing, unable to wait another second. “Say my name like that.”

You cry it out for him—Rafe—and it breaks him.

He doesn’t waste a second.

One hand hooks under your thigh, the other around your waist as he lifts you just enough to line himself up, and then—he sinks you down on him in one slow stroke that has both of you gasping like virgins.

You cling to him as your body stretches to take him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, forehead pressed to his. “Oh my God,”

“You were made for me,” he rasps, biting your jaw, your neck, sucking dark bruises into your collarbone, marking you up everywhere his jersey doesn’t cover. “My pretty girlfriend.”

You moan again, moving your hips slow at first. He’s swearing under his breath, kissing you like a man starved—open, desperate, the kind of kisses that make your head spin. He whispers filth between every one.

“Fuckin’ dream about this, baby,” he pants, forehead still pressed to yours. “Used to jerk off thinkin’ about you like this—wearin’ my fuckin’ name, grindin’ on my cock, makin’ all these fuckin’ noises—Jesus.”

You let out a breathy sound into his mouth, hips picking up pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. You’re soaked, clenching around him.

His thighs flex every time he thrusts up into you, his grip on your ass is ruthless—palms spread wide, pulling you down, guiding your movements with punishing control.

“Bounce for me,” he mutters, breath hot at your neck, voice soaked in affection. “Just like that. C’mon, baby, give it to me.”

You’re overwhelmed by the stretch of him, the way he fills you and stays there—so deep it’s hard to breathe. His hands slide from holding to gripping, then smacking, the sound echoing off the walls.

You yelp, melting when the sting fades into warmth.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” He soothes over the spot he just slapped with his big hand, rubbing circles over your skin like he can feel your heartbeat through it. “Look at that. Look how good you take it.”

Another spank, and then he’s pulling you forward, hands splayed across your ass as he presses you down to his chest, holding you there while his hips fuck up into you with brutal thrusts. Your chest presses against his, sweat-slick, and he wraps an arm around your back to keep you close.

His mouth is right at your ear now, breath ragged. “You want it harder?”

You nod helplessly, whining, and he snaps his hips up into you so hard you see stars.

You cry out, eyes rolling, clinging to him, knowing you’ll fall apart otherwise. He’s thrusting up into you in the meanest possible way, fucking you through your grind, relentless.

“You like that, baby?” he grits. “Like gettin’ fucked in my jersey? Showin’ everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes, Rafe—oh my god, yes—”

He sucks another bruise into your throat, tongue swirling over it. “Gonna make you scream my name, baby. Make you feel me tomorrow. You want that?”

You nod again, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels, how deep he’s hitting, how much he’s giving. He slows his thrusts just a little, drawing them out, dragging the head of his cock against that spot that makes you twitch, again and again.

You're both gasping, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing, mouths open needing to taste each other to survive. Your hips falter, he helps you—guiding you, pushing you down onto him.

“You gettin’ tired, sweetheart?” he coos, kissing your neck between thrusts. “S’alright. I got you. You just hold on to me, okay? Lemme do the rest.”

And you do. You bury your face in his neck, clinging to his shoulders, completely at his mercy as he fucks up into you from below. Your jersey’s bunched at your ribs now, and his name is plastered across your back like a brand.

He notices, of course he does, and groans so loud it makes you clench around him. “Wearin’ this while I’m buried in you."

You’re both so touchy now, hands roaming without direction—his palms easing up your back under the jersey, yours dragging nails lightly down his spine.

You’re soaked, trembling, lips brushing his as you whimper, “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

His eyelashes flutter, mouth open, breathing you in. “Couldn’t even if I w-wanted to.”

Sweat drips down his neck, and your lips chase it, tongue darting out to taste him. Rafe pulls back just to look at you, your kiss-bruised lips, the warm skin of your cheeks, the wet glint of your eyes as you roll your hips again and clench around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice breaking. “You—baby, you feel so good—I can’t—”

You kiss him before he can finish, moaning into his mouth, your body knowing his better than you do. His hands stay locked on your ass, until your pelvis grinds against his and your clit drags along his skin just right.

His name leaves your mouth like a prayer.

You’re both glistening with sweat now, bodies slick where they slide together. His forehead touches yours again and again—kissing, bumping, anything to stay connected. Your jersey clings to your spine, stuck to your damp skin, and when Rafe fists it at the nape of your neck, it pulls taut across your shoulder blades.

And God, he loves that.

“Mine,” he whispers against your lips. “You fuckin’ mine like this.”

You nod, helpless, letting him rock you through it. “Yours,” you gasp, grinding down as he bucks up again. “Always.”

He whimpers, the kind of sound he’d be embarrassed to let anyone else hear.

Rafe’s hips stutter beneath you and his grip gets tighter, fingers digging into your ass so hard it might bruise. He smacks you again—muttering a curse when you moan into his open mouth.

You kiss down the edge of his jaw, tongue dragging a slow stripe under his ear. He’s never been more gone for someone. Never felt anything like this. Never had someone worship him while he was worshipping them right back, bodies moving like they were made to break together.

He’s trembling now, whole body taut beneath you, “Baby—fuck, ’m close—so fuckin’ close—”

You grind down harder, helpless, hips rocking against his in a broken rhythm that only makes it worse. Every thrust punches out a gasp, a spoiled cry from your lips. You can barely speak—too full.

“Me too,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his, lips brushing as you pant.

You cry out, voice broken as he hits that spot again, that devastating stretch that makes your toes curl, your thighs tremble. You’re so close you can’t speak—you can only moan.

"Rafe—Rafe—please, I’m gonna—oh my god—"

He shudders beneath you, arms wrapping tighter around your waist like he's trying to merge with you, eyes squeezed shut.

“I got you,” he pants, biting at your jaw. “Wanna feel you.”

Your mouth falls open into a sob. Your thighs start to shake, muscles locking, and that knot deep inside you snaps.

“Rafe!” You cry his name loud, high, breaking around him as your whole body shudders, cunt clenching around his cock. You’re still moving even as your orgasm hits you, making your vision blur and your breath hitch in your throat.

That’s what does it for him.

Rafe's mouth drops open in a silent gasp at first—then a guttural moan rips from his chest as he comes inside you, cock throbbing. You feel everything—the twitch, the flood, the way his arms crush you to his chest. Gasping your name into your mouth, into your neck, into everywhere.

“Fuuuck, baby—oh my god,” he creaks into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin like he’s clinging to it. He lets out the loudest, filthiest groan you’ve ever heard, voice cracking around it. “Fuckfuckfuck—I’m—oh my god—”

You’re still fluttering around him, your body’s begging for more, your breath hitching against his cheek. His mouth opens, panting against your throat. Your hips don’t even move anymore—you’re just meeting each other in tiny sex-drunk movements, his cock twitching inside you, your pussy clenching through the aftershocks. Your cries turn to nearly screams, his curses turn to pleas. He’s kissing you like he can’t stop, he doesn’t know where his body ends and yours begins.

Rafe slips one hand between your thighs again—gentle this time, soothing—just barely brushing where you’re still stretched around him. You kiss his cheek, anywhere your mouth can reach, both of you pulsing, spent. The air smells like heat and skin and you, and his name is still caught in your throat.

You lift your head, eyes meeting his—hazy, half-lidded, and yey, there’s that still that look, the spark.

He’s not finished with you, not even close.

Your smirk as you rock your hips again. “Didn’t get enough, huh?”

His voice comes out all fond, “You know what y’do t’me.”

And when his eyes flick down—between where your bodies are still connected, your thighs glistening, flushed, he sees himself leaking out of you.

He moans.

You grin, already rutting against him again, the ache building back up—needy. His cock twitches, still inside you, and he gasps—more sensitive now, but just as desperate.

“You gonna fuck me again?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Or you just gonna lie here and look pretty, baby?”

Next thing you know, you’re on your back—his hands sliding under your legs, pushing them open, wide, until he’s kneeling between them again, that jersey yanked up to your collerbones. You’re bare beneath it, swollen.

And Rafe’s obsessed.

He just stares for a second. “Wanna taste you first.”

You whine. “Rafe…”

He dips down—mouth already watering, licking his lips as he lays a kiss on your inner thigh, then another, then another. Worshipful. You feel his tongue drag a warm stripe up your slit, lapping up the mess you made together.

You’re gushing for it.

Rafe groan against you is filthy, his mouth already open and eating—slurping you up like you’re his last meal, nose buried in you, tongue fucking into your pussy like he’s never gonna stop. His fingers spread your lips, and he moans again when your clit pulses under his tongue.

"Fuck, baby… you taste like me." He grins against your cunt. “You know how hot that is?”

You cry out, hips bucking. He holds them down, forces you to take it.

"Hold still," he mutters. "Not done with you yet."

Your nails are in the sheets as he licks up every drop of you, sucks on your clit until your back arches, then presses two fingers inside you with a groan.

“Still so wet,” he pants, mouth hot on your inner thigh, licking between words. “So fuckin’ pretty like this. You ready for me again?”

“Please,” you whisper, voice cracking, needing him back inside you like air.

He kisses his way up your body—your belly, the curve of your breast, the side of your neck—then pushes inside you again, so fucking deep.

His head falls to your shoulder. “That's it…”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, jersey still bunched, stuck between your bodies. His thrusts start languid—dragging, making you feel every inch of him. The squelch of you echoing, your soaked pussy milking him already.

He’s kissing you again and you kiss him back just as hard, the first round wasn’t enough, you need more.

“Come again for me,” Rafe pants into your mouth, hips moving in that devastating roll. “You still got more in you, baby—I know you do.”

You don’t know how long he fucks you like that, long mean strokes that drag his cock over every sensitive nerve inside you.

Sweat beads down his temple, drops to your chest, and he leans down to lick it off—tongue heavy, and possessive in the best way possible. Then he sees your tits again, all flushed and bouncing, he groans like he’s gonna lose it, dropping his mouth to your chest and sucking.

His tongue circles one nipple, then he switches to the other, switching back and forth because he can’t decide which one he wants more, lifting them into his mouth like he’s starving.

“God, I missed these,” he mutters against your skin, voice wrecked. “So fuckin’ pretty. Can’t stop thinkin’ about ‘em.”

You arch up prettily for him, whimpering as he sucks bruises into the tender flesh, biting lightly just to soothe with his tongue after. Your body’s shaking again—overstimulated in the best way.

You’re grinding up to meet every thrust, your clit dragging against the base of him, and the friction makes your whole body twitch.

“Rafe—Rafe, I’m close—”

“I know, baby,” he pants, sucking your nipple deeper into his mouth, cock still fucking you deep and slow. “I can feel you.”

And he can—your walls fluttering around him, already starting to clamp down.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, full of that dangerous sweetness. His lips drag up your chest, your collarbone, nipping gently until he reaches your mouth again. “Wanna feel you fall apart again.”

You’re shaking beneath him, and his thrusts get rougher, quicker.

“You got it, baby. Just like that—fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna make me cum too—”

Your hands clutch his back, your legs lock tighter around his waist, and your head falls back with a cry.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—!”

Rafe's still sucking at your tits, groaning into your skin as your pussy clenches around him, which does it for him. He spills inside you with a pained whine, deeper than anything you’ve ever heard from him.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down softly to muffle how loud he’s being. “Jesus—you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me—”

You both shake through it, still locked together, hearts thudding like drums. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his arms are wrapped tight around you.

He leans up—forehead to yours again, noses bumping. His voice cracks when he speaks.

“Never felt like this,” he whispers. “I swear to God… never felt like this with anyone but you.”

You blink up at him, glassy-eyed, fucked-out, and glowing.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your mouth. Sweet, slow pecks that contrast the way he just ruined you.

“Yeah?”

Rafe nods, brushing your hair from your forehead. Your breath hitches again, but it’s not from the aftershocks this time—it’s from how he’s looking at you.

Your fingers glide along his jaw, thumbing a drop of sweat there.

“You look like you’re in love with me.”

“I am.”

It slips out before he can think better of it, but he doesn’t take it back or flinch. Just stares down at you with his heart in his eyes.

“Have been. just didn’t know what to call it ‘til I felt this.”

The words make your heart trip in your chest.

Oh my God.

It’s not like you didn’t know, you’ve felt it in the way he touches you, the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. You’ve heard it in every broken moan, every whispered mine, every time he reached for you like instinct.

But hearing it like that...Your eyes sting again—but it’s different this time. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he says. “Swear it. However you’ll let me.”

You reach for him, cupping his face, pulling him down, “I love you.”

He lets out this tiny, broken laugh that turns into a kiss, full of everything that never got said before. His fingers lace with yours on the pillow, holding you. His lips press to your cheek, your jaw, your chest—thanking each part of you for loving him back. You feel his eyes get damp where they press into your skin.

“Hey,” you murmur, holding his face in your hands again. “You’re okay.”

Rafe curls into you—head on your chest, arms locked around you as your fingers thread through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and you feel his whole body melt against yours. He’s already dozing, soft breaths cooling the skin between your breasts, still inside you.

“Love you,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Love you more,” you whisper back, kissing the top of his head.

And he smiles in his sleep.

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Steve is too drunk. Because he doesn’t get drunk anymore. Not since-

But he’s drunk now. Because he’s sad, and acting pathetic, and thus getting fucking wasted at a high school party for a school he graduated from back in the spring sounded like the thing to do.

Because he’s fucking pitiful.

It’s not Robin’s fault. She’d dragged him here, sure, but he’d assured her- promised her- that he’d be fine. That she should leave with her other friends. Because she deserves to hang out with people who aren’t just him. To have a tiny slice of her life be normal.

He takes another sip of his drink, because he doesn’t want to think about normal, anymore. He just wants to- wants-

He doesn’t know what he wants.

“Harrington?”

Blearily, he looks up, and a guy he vaguely recognizes is standing above him.

Steve hiccups.

“Eddie,” the guy says, pointing to himself. “Doin’ okay?”

Now, Steve remembers him. He does that fantasy game Dustin likes so much. “Munson,” he says, and Eddie grins at him.

“That’s me.”

Steve hiccups again, and takes another sip of his drink.

“Where’d your friend go? The band girl?” Eddie inches closer, his Reeboks now inches from Steve’s fingertips.

Steve gestures vaguely with his beer bottle. He takes another sip, and frowns at the empty bottle. He really doesn’t want to have to go back into the house for another.

He’s still staring at it when Eddie sits next to him.

“Cigarette?” Eddie offers. “Maybe that’s better than another drink, hm?”

Steve watches him pull out a crumpled pack from his back pocket, shaking out two.

He hands one to Steve.

The cigarettes are kind of smashed, but Eddie lights both of them up, and the smoke clears Steve’s head slightly.

“Thanks.”

Eddie shrugs.

Steve’s hands and mouth feel staticky and disjointed as he pulls the cigarette to his mouth, the effects of the multiple drinks he’s had finally making themselves known. His mouth tastes stale and puffy, and the reality of getting drunk- alone at a high school party- sours in his chest.

He groans, dropping his head into his free hand.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie mumbles, “you’re not- Harrington, if you’re about to puke, man, you gotta let me know, cause I can’t handle that shit.”

Steve, despite his wave of mortification, snorts a laugh. He might be pathetic, but he’s not about to stoop as low as hurling on the back porch. “Not gonna puke.” He promises, lifting his head back up to look out across the back lawn.“I just… can’t understand my own choices, sometimes,” he continues, quiet, chewing on his bottom lip. He takes another drag, his tongue feeling heavy and uncoordinated.

“I mean,” he begins again, exhaling a cloud of smoke and gesturing vaguely to himself, “talk about fucking embarrassing.”

Eddie’s quiet again, and nerves of a different sort begin to eat at him. Steve always shares too much, especially when he’s drunk, loose lips and all that. They’ve never spoken, really, and Eddie has more reason to hate him than most- Steve knows the basketball team was cruel to him, knows Carol and Tommy had to’ve been, too, knows this guy’s sympathy can only stretch so far before Steve snaps it-

“I gotta repeat senior year.” Eddie blurts. He’s looking down at his Reeboks, scuffed and dirty, eyes trained on the glowing embers of his burning cigarette. “Again.”

“Fuck, dude.” Steve exhales, “that sucks.”

Eddie snorts, lips twitching, and his shoulders relax as he leans back on one arm. Steve can see most of a tattoo there, some creepy puppet thing that shifts over his flexing muscle. “Yeah, well, sounds like maybe we’re both fuck-ups.” Eddie blows out a puff of smoke, and Steve watches as he does, his lips shining against the porch light.

“I don’t think you’re a fuck up.” Steve says, then catches himself. “I mean-” he starts, backpedaling at once, nerves collecting at the base of his skull, “fuck high school. You know?”

Eddie’s eyes, big and dark, watch him, crinkling slightly at the corners as Steve stutters through his addendum.

“You’ll know the kids I babysit,” Steve adds, a non sequitur that causes Eddie’s eyes to crinkle further. “They do that sci-fi game you run.”

Eddie dips into Steve’s space, his face scrunched in amusement. “Sci-fi game? Are you, Steve Harrington, referring to Dungeons and Dragons?”

For some reason, the way Eddie says it makes Steve flush. “Yes.”

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie says again, and Steve can smell the nicotine in his breath, can see his eyelashes despite the dark, and he knows he should shift away, out of Eddie’s personal space, but Eddie’s eyes are on him. And his shoes are close to Steve’s, and Steve’s still thinking about that creepy tattoo on Eddie’s forearm. He wants to know what it is. What it means.

“Look out for ‘em, okay?” Steve manages, the nagging worry about his little dweebs starting high school cutting through. “They’re, um…” he trails off, unsure. “I think they’ll need it.”

Eddie eyes him again, more considering, now, than humorous.

“‘Course, Steve.” He agrees, and his tone is soft. “I’ll be their big bad protector.”

It shouldn’t feel as comforting as it does. He doesn’t know Eddie. And what he does know is that he sells a lot worse than weed behind the school, and yet-

And yet Eddie’s smiling at him. Warm and friendly and something like kind- and Steve- Steve thinks he might trust him, anyways.

“Harrington?”

It’s a different voice that says his name, this time. Steve turns, squinting against the light from the house, and a stone forms in his gut.

Eddie starts, pulling up from his relaxed position to bring his arms to his sides.

“Carver,” Steve greets, with a nod. He takes another drag, hoping his tone reads as dismissive as he intends.

He must miss his mark because Jason comes closer.

“Am I interrupting?” Jason kicks a black lunchbox by Eddie’s side, not far, but far enough that it’s no longer within Eddie’s reach. “Needed to make sure you’re not ripping off my friend, here, freak.”

Steve’s gut churns. “It’s all good, man.” He’s still trying to sound friendly, doesn’t want to start something, especially not now, five beers deep and in the dark, but Jason’s still staring at Eddie, that wicked smile still on his face. “Eddie’s not ripping me off.”

But Jason takes another step towards the two of them. “Well, it’s always good to take preventative measures, Harrington.” Jason grins, gaze flicking to Steve, and Steve knows that smile. Has seen it far too many times from people like Carver. Like Tommy. The look that’s asking him to join in on the fun.

Steve stands. He feels unsteady, and his head spins, but he doesn’t sway.

Even here, a step below Jason, Steve’s taller than him. “I said we’re good.” He drops his voice, verging on threatening, taking a half step towards Eddie to block as much of Jason’s gaze from him as he can. “Go back to the party.”

Jason’s eyes find his once again. He narrows them, like he’s assessing just how big of a threat Steve really is. Jason’s shoulders tense. His jaw muscles flex and Steve balls his fists at his sides, ready, ready-

Jason smiles. “Right.” He says, and takes a half step away. His cold smile is directed as Steve, now, and he clicks his tongue. “See you around, Harrington.”

The porch door closes behind him, and Steve exhales. Unclenches his fists. He walks over to Eddie’s lunch box.

“Thanks,” Eddie murmurs, when Steve hands it to him. He’s not looking at Steve, but he’s white-knuckling the box, now, his elbows locked in against his sides.

Steve, a little sloppily, sits back down next to him. “Sorry.” He offers, and Eddie looks back up.

Steve smiles a little, goes for reassuring, dipping back into Eddie’s space. “He’s always been an ass.”

Eddie’s lips twitch. “Don’t know why you think those kids need me, Steve. Looks like you’re a big bad protector all on your own.” His smile turns tentative. “Even for someone you barely know.”

And Steve- Steve’s never been one to think things through. Not when it comes to feelings and relationships and the giddy feeling he gets in his chest and in his gut when someone he likes smiles at him. He dives in head first without thought to consequences or repercussions or any what ifs- and Eddie’s smiling at him. And there’s pop rocks in Steve’s chest. And he thinks, maybe, there’s pop rocks in Eddie’s chest, too.

Steve nudges his foot forward. Knocks it against Eddie’s. “Wouldn’t let him mess with you. That’s not-“

Not who I am. Not who I want to be. It’s the person I’m trying so hard to grow out of.

“-what I’d let happen. Anymore.”

He knows it’s not enough. That standing up to Jason goddamn Carver doesn’t make up for Steve’s lifetime of sitting on the sidelines, of letting people like Eddie- of letting Eddie- get teased and pushed and worse and so much worse, but it’s something. It’s something, and Robin’s always telling him to forgive himself.

And Steve’s pretty sure he’s not imagining it when he sees a blush on Eddie’s cheeks. Rosy against the yellow light of what’s emanating from inside the house, and he’s definitely not imagining it when he feels Eddie’s foot tap against his.

“You should probably get out of here.” Steve adds, and jerks his head to the house. “Don’t want to give him another opportunity to come back.”

Eddie pulls his foot away. “Right.” He says. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” But Eddie feels tense again, feels like he’s moving much more away than just his shoe.

“D’you think-” Steve hedges, and he risks sounding more pathetic, because he doesn’t want Eddie to move away, not his shoes or his eyes or his anything else, and Steve was planning on walking, it’s 15 minutes tops, but- “think you could give me a ride? Robin’s friend drove us here.” He crawls his hand forward, just a little. Just enough for Eddie to see.

Eddie’s eyes flick to his hand. And when he meets Steve’s gaze again he’s smiling, a little, his eyes crinkling. “Sure, Stevie.”

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racew1nn3rs · 1 year ago

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max verstappen x singer!fem reader // smau

⤷ summary: when max verstappen starts commenting on the posts of the beloved singer y/n l/n, fans are confused and less than enthusiastic at the new friendship. what they could never expect is just how long they've been 'friends'...

based on this request <3

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ynusername my new album is now officially out on all platforms! thank you so so much for all of the love and support, and special thanks to sab for her feature on the song <33 love u bb girl 🫦🫦 now that the album's out, tour next!!! see you all soon!

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user1 THE ALBUM OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

user2 i cannot be normal about this i fear

user3 ik her back hurts from CARRYING the music industry on her back 😩

user4 hey so WHO TF IS SO AMERICAN ABOUT?? A LOVE SONG

user5 y/n writing a love song in god's year of 2024... wow

user6 y/n in the top 10 charts, fork found in kitchen

user7 sabrina and y/n are never beating the gf allegations

ynusername damn right we're not 😏

user7 HOLY SHIR HOKY SHIT HOKST SHUT

user8 y/n's in love and it's not with me, hanging myself as we speak

user9 the comment is gonna get reported but so real op

user8 can't a woman hang herself in peace 😣

user10 album's such a banger i had this shit bumpin at my grandmas funeral 🙏🏼 rest in piece nancy 🕊️💪🏻

user11 OH MY GOD???

user12 rest in piece nancy you would've loved make you mine 😔

ynusername oh my god please tell me your joking

user10 sorry queen the grind never stops

ynusername NO SHOT

maxverstappen1 great album! 👍🏼

user13 why does he text like my father 🧍🏻‍♀️

user14 brother eughh

user15 what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

ynusername thank you max!!!

user16 y/n l/n to redbull in 2025

user17 hellurrrrr who is this man in ur likes y/n

user18 f1 driver!!

user17 Y/N NO ATHELETES PLEAEJEWK 🫵

user18 tour content soon??? i'm sat

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user19 bro looks like he snuck onto earth, get his ass outta here

user20 grammy-award winner, vogue cover model, new york university graduate and Some Fucking Guy

user21 not y'all coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 💀💀 he's literally a world class athete and she writes pop music

user20 17.172.224.47

user21 IS THAT MY IP ADDRESS??

user20 melinda charleton

user22 IS THAT HIS MOTHER'S NAME!!?1?1!

user20 you want me to do you too???

user22 no we good 😃

user23 ruth bader ginsberg did not die for this

user24 now wtf does this have to do with babe ruth 🤨

user25 WHOOOOO 😧

user24 ... that wasn't right was it

user26 now let's be fr he does NAWT have a chance

user27 have u seen the marble-carved goddesses these men pull, i fear he does 😔

user28 please no i feel ill

user29 TWO???? OH HELL NAW

user30 two might be pushing it, only one was confirmed

user31 jesus christ

user32 first taylor, now this

user33 yall, all he commented was great album 💀💀 yall are LEAPING to conclusions

user34 what can i say it's an art

user35 i do not see 👁️👄👁️

user36 no like 💀💀 im in your walls

user37 haha max verstappen!! right!!! (theres a sniper at ur location)

user38 omg ur so right 🤩 it is about him (i have a bomb strapped to my chest)

user39 i dont mean to sound stupid, idk who that man is, if i saw him on the streets i wouldnt know a thing 🥱

user40 this is so random too like what 😭

user41 the power of kindness won't work here, i have to throw him off a building

user42 i used to be a max verslsjjwwo lover 🤩 now im just a max verslsjjwwo hater 😔

user43 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S OUT AGAIN

user44 why would u put that into the universe 😧

user45 alright, lets get you to bed grandma

user46 mari stop being delusion and go touch grass 🧍🏻‍♀️

user47 ENOUGHHHH

user48 ain't no way in hell 😭

user49 ik ur feet hurt from all this jumping to conclusions babe

user50 lets leave the parkour to the athletes 😃

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ynusername italy thanks for letting me be inside you (; it was such a lovely show, expect me back asap!!!!

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user51 IT WAS SO GOOD I THNK I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME THO

user52 oh!

user51 oh so now this isn't a safe space

user53 LANDO AND MAX IN TGE LIKES??? NO NO NO NO

user54 ABORT ABORT ABORT

user55 y'all are doing too much 🙄 she's one of the top artists in the world, i think it's safe to say they might like her music

user56 the second picture 🧎🏻‍♀️do you need a stool cause i can kneel and be really quiet

user57 y/n fans be normal challenge (impossible!!!) (never done before)

user56 WOMP WOMP

maxverstappen1 wonderful show! 🙏🏼 you are so talented

ynusername ty max (: im glad you could come see me

user57 ain't NO WAYYYYYY

user59 THIS IS SIXKENJNG IM GONNA PUKE

sabrinacarpenter my gf looking sexy 🫦🫦🫦

ynusername only for u bbg 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

user60 BOOOO 🗣️ GET A ROOM

user61 do y'all need a third!!!!

user62 mamma mia pizza pasta mozzerella moment

user63 i just put u on a watchlist

user62 🧍🏻‍♀️

landonorris RAHHHHHH 🦅🫵🗣️‼️

ynusername RAHHH RAHHH RAHHH RISE POWER POWER 💪🏻‼️

user63 what the fuck

user64 OH GOD WHAT IF SHES DATING HIM????

ynusername brother eughhhh

landonorris WHAT THE FUCK????

user65 SINCE WHEN IS SHE FRIENDS WITH F1 DRIVERS HOW MANY CHAPTWRS DID I MISS

user66 apparently we all went into a universal coma while she was out galavanting cause idk how else this could've happened

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user67 someone save my girl bro, she don't know any better 😭

user68 it's like a little kid trying to touch the hot stove, LIKE STOP THAT!! DON'T DO THAT

user69 am i the only one who thinks they'd be cute together....

user70 YES!?!?

user71 there is literally no fucking way he bagged her

user72 losing y/n to european f1 driver would be the biggest american tragedy since 2001

user73 i had to read this shit twice, op what r u waffling abt 🫵😧

user74 can't even be nonchalant about this one bro, i'm chalanting hard asf

user75 we do not care

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ynusername first time in monaco, safe to say i enjoyed myself! so happy to see you shine this time my love<3

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user76 oh. my. fucking. god

user77 THEYRE FUCKING DATING OH MYFODNSJ

user78 THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE MEEE MAKING YOU LAUGHHH 🎤

user79 i'm in mourning

sabrinacarpenter CHEATER 🫵

ynusername BABY IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, IT WAS JUST ONE TIME 😣😣😣 IT WAS A MISTAKE

maxverstappen1 we've been dating for 2 years??

sabrinacarpenter SHUT UP FAST & FURIOUS NO ONE ASKED YOU

user80 i'm sorry 😃 two Y EARS

user81 i feel like i just got dumped. y/n don't do this, the kids need you 😔

maxverstappen1 i got p1 for you, i love you 🫶🏼

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starryylies · 1 month ago

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I don’t know how to explain it but I would love to see your take on a shy reader asking Simon to roleplay something with her💘💘💘 Maybe him not being so sure of the idea, kind of laughing at it at first but then enjoying it more than he thought he would:)

Also I love your blog and adore your writing style so much!!! xx

Simon and shy reader who wants to try roleplay

OHMGEEE THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! Im so glad you think i can pull it off. Thank uuu 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷. Also im so sorry this ask is being answered so late, i just saw that it was in my drafts 😭😭

He wasn’t really a roleplay guy, never felt the need to be someone else, never wanted you to change anythin’ bout yourself.

He didn’t think you were into it either. I mean look at you

You’re his sweet little baby, always wearing frilly pink tops and your signature white stockings, who would’ve pegged you to be someone who’s into that stuff.

But you were, oh god you were in way too deep. You needed it, you craved it.

Some part of you always knew you had a thing for men in uniforms. You never knew how bad it was though, not until now.

Ever since you saw Simon in his military gear, all you can think of is him taking you, his new recruit training you to become the big bad lieutenant’s perfect soldier.

You didn’t know how to bring it up in a normal conversation so you did what you thought was best.

You wore his extra oversized military uniform and dog tags and sprawled your body across the bed trying your hardest to look seductive as you waited for him to come home from work.

As you heard the door open you started to second guess if doing this was a good idea but it was too late, Simon’s heavy footsteps reached the master bedroom and there he was standing infront of you.

Sweat dripping off his neck while he was wearing his full military gear, without the mask though. As always.

“Welcome home sir” you chirped out

“What ya doin’ wearin that love” he grumbled out, taking a Quick look at your lacy bra that was peeking out from his uniform before heading towards the bathroom.

“Um I just wanted to try it out ya know?” You said meekly, a deep blush covering your face as you tried hiding yourself.

“Try what love?” He looked at you while he dried his face with a towel,

Your eyes went on the droplets of water dripping down his tactical vest, your train of thought was interrupted by his big hands now reaching your face. Cupping your cheeks as his deep voice rumbled through his chest

“use your words baby”

“Oh I just you know, wanted to like try out like um roleplay?” You said it, you finally said it!

In hopes of an answer you looked up at him, to your dismay you saw him holding back a smile. Not the normal one he gives you, this felt like he was laughing at you.

Suddenly realising that you made a fool of yourself you quickly got off the bed. Only to be trapped by his big arms.

“Where ya runnin’ off to lil bunny”

“Fuck you, yer making fun of me” you cried out. His big arms now encasing you in a hug.

“M’ sorry baby, js’ didn’t expect ya to be into military stuff ya know? it’s not exactly rainbows and sunshine like you princess”

He cupped your face, wiping away the tears carefully, “stop cryin’ lovie, remember soldiers don’t cry on the field yea?”

With that your ears perk up, your eyes meeting his which are now sparkling with a hint of mischief. His hands gripping your ass as he leads you to the bed.

Removing his vest, keeping the rest on for you.

His kisses are deep and desperate, messy with the tongue and all.

His hands find a way to your clit, rubbing right circles on it as he unzips his pants, freeing his angry cock.

“See what ya did soldier? Gotta punish you fo’ that now shouldn’t I?” He groans into your mouth. His cock finding your entrance as he fucks you in a violent pace.

“Hm yer taking me so well soldier, wan’ me to go faster? Wan’ me to finish inside your lil cunt as a punishment?” he slurs out,

“Ye yes lieutenant yes please yes” you moan out, the obscene sounds of skin slapping and deep groans filling your ears and fueling your arousal as you find yourself nearing to your high.

“Lieutenant, sir please lemme cum please sir I beg you”

“Yer gonna cum so easily eh soldier? Guess ya need some endurance training”

he finds himself rutting into you like a wild animal, his hands bruising your waist as he mouth bites onto his dog tags, the metallic taste and smell of sex filling up his senses.

“Fuck soldier m gonna cum” he hisses out as he fastens his pace, rutting inside of you one last time, a loud slap noise echoing in the room as he empties his load inside you.

The after haze making both of your minds blurry as you cling onto one another like koalas.

“Guess we both need some endurance training don’t we love?”

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sunnysidevans · 7 months ago

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Somewhere Between California and Texas - J.Seresin.

Summary: When your best friend and her fiance have co-bachelor parties and you thought you were going to be the only single one but one green eyed aviator saves the day - his specialty.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

a/n: this was a request I received but I received two requests that were almost identical so in summary the request was in summary this. I hope whoever they are that requested this likes it because actually I think rom-com type fics are my thing because I LOVED writing this!

The airport was jammed packed for 7am on a Tuesday morning.

You stood against the windows, watching the planes landing and taking off.

You thought booking an early flight would get you out of the San Diego International Airport a lot quicker than something later in the day.

Sighing, you notice a seat opens at the end of the row, quick to rush towards it just for someone to beat you to it and sit down. You gasp, looking at the man who grins.

“Seriously?” you scuff, looking him up and down watching the smirk grow on his lips, twirling the toothpick between his teeth.

“Mine now sweetheart” he winks.

He watches the way you sulk back over to the window and sit down. Within a few minutes the overhead speaker picked up with a screech.

“Now boarding for flight 7552 to Austin now boarding, if you need assistance or are in a wheelchair this is for you, we also invite any military personnel to make their way to the gate”

You watch as the man stands up from his seat and makes his way to the gate. You should’ve known he was military.

Finally shoving your bag in the overhead bin, you sit down in your seat with a heavy sigh, “howdy” you look over at the voice, narrowing your eyes.

There he sat, across the aisle with a smirk.

“Hello” you reply sarcastically and pull the headphones back over your ears and sit back. You can feel his eyes watching you as you adjust in the seat. This was gonna be a long flight.

“Welcome to Austin!” the flight attendant grinned as you exited the plane, quick to grab your suitcase and make your way outside.

As you are coming down the escalator you are greeted with your best friend's grin and a huge sign on a pink poster board “(Y/N)”.

You laugh, rushing to her with a squeal, hugging her tightly. “Hi!” She laughs, linking your arms together and walking towards the door.

Your best friends, Jean and Johnny, were getting married in a few weeks and it was bachelorette weekend.

“Johnny is so excited you are here” she smiles as you chuckle, squeezing her hand. “I doubt that” you grin, packing your suitcase in the back of her car.

As you close the trunk your eyes connect with Military man once again who takes two fingers and salutes towards you with a wink.

Rolling your eyes, you climb into the passenger seat of Jean’s car. “I need food and some coffee” you groan and fall back into the seat. “How was the flight?” she questions as you shrug, “a normal one, though I got sat by this guy who practically pushed me out of the way for a seat” she scoffs, “that dick!”. You laugh, nodding along with her.

“Low and behold he is on the flight in the aisle across from me” she laughs as you shake your head. “I couldn’t believe the entitlement!” she nods in agreement.

Making your way into your best friend's home, you can hear Johnny yell from upstairs. “Jeanie?!” you grin as she nods, you raise the pitch of your voice, yelling back to him, “yes sweetie?!”.

He laughs as he makes his way down the steps, a grin on his face. “Hi (y/n)!” he rushes down the steps to come and give you a hug.

Johnny was a military man himself, stationed here now for the last six years but previously in San Diego where the three of you met.

“How’re you doin Johnny?” you smile, crouching to the floor to love on the dogs who ran up to you excitedly. “Great!” he grins, looking at you and then back at his fiance who smiles. “So what's the game plan?” you ask, sipping on your coffee as you look between the two of them. “I have a couple friends coming in still” Johnny notes, sipping his own cup. You nod, smiling as you turn to Jean.

“I still have Natalie and Anna coming but other than that just you guys” you nod eagerly with a smile growing. “I haven’t seen either of them in so long” they both nod, “they are also both bringing their spouses…” Johnny trails off. “Oh” you look down at the steaming cup of coffee and nod. “No problem!” you add, plastering the smile on your face.

Attending weddings alone has become a common thing for you. A combo bachelor party was gonna be no different.

“(y/n)..” Jean speaks first after the first few minutes of silence. “It's fine jeanie!” you shake your head, sipping on the last of the coffee and standing.

“I think i am gonna catch a nap” you mumble, walking towards the kitchen as the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it” Johnny stands and makes his way to the door, as it opens you can hear the cheers of him and you guess one of his friends.

“Jeanie! Jake’s here!” Johnny states from the breezeway. You stop short coming from the kitchen as the man takes his hat off and a grin grows on his face.

“Howdy” he nodded towards you, your eyes were wide.

Jean speaks first,“This is (y/n), my best friend!” she grins as you nod slowly.

Military man was standing in your best friend's house, which now has a name, Jake. “oh we’ve met” he notes with a growing smile, you nod with a sigh. “Hello” you mumble walking past him and up the stairs. Jake grins from his place as he watches you go up the steps.

The table was full on both sides. Night had fallen and everyone for both parties arrived. The restaurant was loud as you sat secluded in a corner of the table, beside Jake, who you have now learned was also the only single person for this weekend.

“So everyone” Johnny stands, beer in hand and a grin on his face. “I am so excited to have you all here!” he continues, “the weekend plans are of course tomorrow we head to a longhorns game, it's only honorary” he grins at the cheers from his friends.

“And we will see how we feel the next few days, tomorrow is a big day for the Longhorns!” He holds his beer out as everyone else follows. You sip the water and slouch in your chair. “So, you’re the only single friend of jeans huh?” Jake questions from beside you as you sigh, looking over at him.

“Unfortunately, they just call me ‘the single one’ in the friend group” he nods with a hum, “don’t worry I have the same” he chuckles. “Maybe i will find myself a nice cowboy or something” you grumble with a chuckle as he grins, “why look? I found you one” he smirks, sipping his beer as he turns to his left, continuing the conversation with Scott, another groomsman.

Jean grins from her end of the table, beside Johnny with a thumbs up. You shake your head with a sigh, smiling at the waitress who was beside you with your plate of food. You can’t help but feel Jake’s green eyes lingering as you turn to your food.

A sea of orange filled the stands of Texas Memorial Stadium. You grin as you follow behind the group as everyone who passed by had a kind smile. Jake followed beside you in his own orange jersey, brown cowboy hat perched on his head.

“Alright everyone, this is our box so we can order food and drinks everything we want here” Jean grins around the box at the group of her friends, you smile nodding and making your way to sit down on one of the couches. “So, how’re ya doin?” Jean sits beside you within a few minutes, smiling. “I’m fine” you look over at your best friend with raised brows trying to read the look on her face.

“Are you sure?” she questions, thanking Johnny as he sets a glass of wine in her hands. “Yes, I am sure” you look at her as she nods, sitting back against the cushions.

“I know this is awkward for you being ya know, the only single one” she mumbles while sipping her wine. You shrug, sitting back and watching out the windows at the team warming up.

“I’m fine Jean” you snap and stand from the couch and decide to go and look around the stadium.

You can hear the cheers of the crowds as the first whistle is heard and the game begins.

“You know it's almost disrespectful to only be wearing a plain orange shirt” you turn at the sound of the voice, smiling at Jake. He has a smirk on his lips, not condescending but almost, teasing.

“I didn’t come prepared” you smile, looking back through the merchandise table. “Pick one” he grins, watching as you look through the table of shirts and sweatshirts.

“What?” you look at him with a raised brow, shirt in hand. “Is that your pick?” he asks as you hold the orange shirt in your hand, a small longhorn logo on the front, the state of Texas on the back.

“I like this one yes” you trail off as he takes it from your hand and makes his way to the woman who grinned behind the register. “Is that all for you dear?” her southern drawl was heavy as he nodded, smiling.

“Jake!” rushing over to him you try slapping the card out of his hand as he shakes his head, handing it to the woman. “Nope, i will be purchasing your first piece of texas longhorn merchandise” he smirks, taking his card back and shoving it in his pocket.

“Would you like me to cut the tag off honey?” the older woman asks, looking at you. Nodding, you take the shirt from her once the tags are off. “Have a nice day you two” she waves as you both thank her, walking back towards the skyboxes.

“You gonna put it on?” Jake stops by the restrooms as you blush, “I will meet you upstairs”.

The room cheers as Jake, the resident Texan makes his way back in the skybox. Jean stands quickly rushing to him, ”did you see (y/n)?”.

Jake nods, reaching out to give her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Why, what's wrong?” he asks as she sighs, pushing her hair out of her face, a sign of stress for Jean.

“I sat with her, I can tell she’s a bit down in the dumps about being the only person single, other than you” Jake can’t help his eye roll but she continues, “I should know better than to press but she snapped at me and walked out” she sighs.

“She’s fine Jean” he squeezes her shoulder reassuringly as you make your way back in, t-shirt on. “There you are!” she rushes over to you, hugging you tightly. You stumble slightly, catching her and hugging her back with furrowed brows.

“I’m okay Jeanie” you mumble with a chuckle as she shakes her head. “I got worried, this is a big place, and i want you here, with me” she takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Jeanie, it’s okay, I'm fine, I just needed to step away” she nods, noticing the smile on your lips, different than before but there.

She makes her way beside Johnny as you stand beside Jake, both sharing knowing smiles.

“So, wait what does this mean now?” you ask, standing by the window as both teams are standing on the field. “The games in overtime” Jake mumbles beside you, hands on his hips as you look over at him.

“Right, but why are they just standing there?” he chuckles, looking over at you then back out the window. “They are doing the coin toss, like at the beginning of the game” he watches the realization on your face as you nod. Jean sits behind the two of you, watching the conversation between you.

“Seems to be getting along” Anna mumbles beside her, her own husband moving to stand beside Jake. “Thank god, the beginning seemed pretty tense” Jean mumbles as she watches you two.

Slipping through the door to go out into the open seats, standing on the balcony, Jake follows behind you.

The cheers were so loud, you couldn’t believe it as you looked around you. “This is Texas” Jake grins,looking over at you,sharing the same smile, this time Jake can’t help but notice that it reaches your eyes.

The end of the game was even better than the whole experience, walking beside the group you notice all the people exiting the stadium are cheering with grins on their faces. Many smile at you as they pass. Jake is beside you then, nudging you gently. “So, did you enjoy your first Longhorns game?” he asks as you chuckle, nodding.

“I actually did, I may not have known much of what was going on but I did my best” he grins, watching as the group walks ahead of you two. “I love how” you trail off, trying to think of the right words, “it seems so homey” he nods hands in his pockets. “Are you staying with the love birds?” Jake questions as everyone gets into the packed car, thankfully you all Ubered to the stadium.

You nod, sitting in the back of the ford expedition. The car ride is then silent, Jake notices the way you shivered slightly, he pulls the orange jacket off his shoulders, putting it over yours.

Looking up at him, you smile and pull your arms through it, leaning against him as you two were the only ones sober in the vehicle.

The green numbers on the nightstand are almost haunting as they continue to softly tick. You had been home now for hours but still couldn’t sleep. The soft buzz of your phone pulls you from your fifth time counting the ceiling tiles.

Unknown: please don’t question how I got your number and please don’t find this creepy at all but I can’t sleep and wondered if you were awake?

you smile but then the three bubbles show up again.

It's Jake, should’ve clarified

You giggle.

You: thank god for the clarification I was terrified someone was haunting me down

Biting your lip before responding again,

do you know good places to eat at this hour?

You watch the bubbles pop up and back down before a message comes through,

Be ready in 15

Standing on the front porch of your best friend's home, you watch the cars pass down the street. You did not expect this to be the way this trip was going, you did not expect the man who stole your seat in the airport to be pulling up in his Ram truck and honking to pull you out of your daydream.

Skipping down the steps you rush to the passenger side door, which the driver side door opens before your hand reaches the handle.

“Negative ma’am” he grins, opening the door for you, the running boards coming down for you to step in. “We never let a lady open their own doors” Jake adds as you smile, looking him up and down in his sweatpants and long sleeve.

“Have you ever been to Texas before?” Jake asks in the dead of night, the streets are quiet but also still buzzing from the Longhorns win. “Only a few times, I came down when Jean and Johnny first moved here” you look over at him as he nods eyes back forward on the road.

“I feel like you haven’t even seen the city!” he adds enthusiastically.

The city was still bright as you and Jake drove through the streets eventually making it down back roads. “Jake!” you gasp, pointing to the horses in the fields, it was now almost 5 am, the sun rising slowly.

He pulls to the side of the road to let you out excitedly, you rush to the fence with your hand out to let the brown horse sniff it.

Jake watches from behind you, a smile on his face. “That’s Finn” He adds, arms crossed over his chest as you turn to him, “what?” you ask as he nods.

“Finnegan, he’s my horse actually” Jake smiles as the horse huffs out against your hand and lets you continue to pet him. He nuzzles his snout into your palm as you smile wider.

“What do you mean he’s your horse?” you question over your shoulder as Jake moves beside you. “This is my family's land, our ranch is just around the corner” he grins as you smile, watching the way Finn reacts to Jake, nibbling on his jacket.

“Hey now” Jake laughs, gently moving his snout away from his sleeve. “Can we go horseback riding?” you question after a few minutes of silence, “wanna?” he asks as you nod eagerly like a little kid on christmas. Jake notices the way your eyes light up at the idea. “Alright, c’mon” he grins, leading you to the truck to get back in.

The barn was quiet in the early hours of the morning, Finn stood in his stall as Jake threw the saddle over his back. Standing in the doorway of the barn you watch as the sun is slowly peeking behind the clouds.

"You gonna help me over there?” Jake questions as you turn to face him, he stands in the stall beside Finns beside another horse, all black with a hint of brown on his snout.

“This is Percy” you smile, walking to him slowly. Percy approaches you slowly as you hold your hand out to him, he happily nuzzles into your hand. “Lets saddle em up” Jake grins, walking to the tack room and grabbing a saddle for you. Rushing behind him he pulls the saddle off the shelf. “I’ve never done this before” he grins, walking back to the stall where you left Percy. He huffs as you help Jake toss the saddle over his back, reaching to put the strap under his belly.

Jake took over then as you sat back on the bale of hay. You ignored the buzzing of your phone in your purse as Jake's voice pulled you from your thoughts, “You ready?” Jake asks as you turn to face him, Finn stood beside him, his reins in Jake’s hands as Percy stood on the other side of him.

You nod, walking to him, taking the reins of Percy, he begins following your lead. Jake watches as you make your way to him, hands on his hips, “you want some help up there?” he asks as you nod shyly.

Jake puts his leg out and hands out towards you, “step up on my knee and I will help you the rest of the way” you look between him and the horse before Percy huffs heavily.

“Hold onto the horn, it will help when you swing your leg over,” Jake encourages as you reach up and hold onto the horn, his hands on your waist as he hoists you up into the saddle. You giggle, adjusting in the seat and running your fingers through Percy’s mane.

The sun had fully risen by the time you and Jake made it out on the trail. You couldn’t believe it. “It's so gorgeous” you mumble beside him as he looks over at you, “yeah? A texas sunrise is perfect” he agrees as you both stop on the hillside. Percy and Finn both huffing at the standstill, “Jake?” he hums in response as you look over at him.

“Thank you for making this trip really memorable” he grins. “I need to make any Austin trip memorable” he replies, grinning as a peaceful silence falls between you both.

“I guess we should head back” you sigh as he nods.

“Race ya!” you grin, rushing by him on Percy, squealing loudly. “Hey! No fair you got a head start!” he laughs behind you, clicking his teeth to rush after you.

Sliding the shade up beside you, the sunny skies of California greets you.

Smiling shyly, you watch as the beaches slowly come into view, the world of California becoming more than just a little speck in the sky.

“Welcome to San Diego International, we hope you enjoy your stay” you smile shyly at the flight attendant, making your way through the terminal. A weekend away from San Diego was more than enough for you. Standing at baggage claim you sigh heavily. You knew the amount of work was waiting for you in the office tomorrow.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling it out, you smile,

Jeanie: did you make it home okay?

smiling, you typed a quick reply.

You: yes jeanie i did, now please go and finalize all them wedding details!

You smile at the love reaction to the message. Making your way out the airport you can’t help the lingering feeling maybe Jake was there too, collecting his baggage.

You did travel together before but your flights home were different. You made your way to the long term parking, adjusting the Texas Longhorn t-shirt on your shoulders.

After being home for a couple of days, you make your way through the office doors, briefcase in hand and you can hear the cheers of your colleagues.

“She’s back!” your assistant, Andi cheers as you smile. “Hello hello” you laugh walking past her to make your way into your office, stopping at the vase on your desk.

“What’s that?” you question, setting the briefcase in the chair,approaching your desk. “I don’t know” Andi mumbles as she smiles, “they were delivered early this morning” she adds.

Reaching for the card you pluck it off, opening it.

Have a great first day back, don’t ask how I found out where you work or that it was your first day back ;), J

you smile, shutting the card. “I know where they are from” you mumble, smiling at the wildflowers in the vase. She nods, making her way out of the office and shutting the door gently.

Reaching for your phone, you smile and quickly type out the message.

You: Stalkerish much? The flowers are beautiful, thank you

you see the little ‘read’ before the ellipsis came and went.

“You are awfully smiley” Coyote notes as Jake looks up from his phone, setting it beside him on the chair in the common room. “Eh” he shrugs as Rooster and Bob sit down on the couch across from them. “No i noticed it, it's been going on for a couple days” Bob notes as he sighs.

“He met someone” Phoenix mumbles behind her oatmeal, sitting beside Rooster with a smirk. “You did?” Coyote snaps as Jake sighs, “I mean, I did” he nods as the group oos and ah’s. “Are we gonna meet her?!” Fanboy questions as Jake shrugs with a smirk.

“Who knows?” He stands and makes his way past the group, “now if you excuse me, I am gonna go start working on some flight plans” he walks out the room as the group cheers at the slight blush on his cheeks but a smirk on his face.

He had a plan.

The office was quiet. All the lights were off except for your office and Andi’s desk where she worked on her own filing of cases. The elevator doors open and she thinks nothing of it as the cleaners were on their way in for the evening.

“Excuse me” Andi looks up from her desk, eyes widening at the man in front of her. Stood in his flight suit, Jake grins, hands in his pockets as she takes her glasses off.

“Do you know where I could find (y/n) (y/l/n)?” he questions as she looks at him, blinking. “Uh, she stepped out quickly but her office is there, can I ask who you are?” she questions as he smiles. “My name's Jake, can I wait for her there?” he motions to the office doors as she nods.

He makes his way inside, smiling as he notices how homey your office was, looking through the photos. “Andi, please go home” he perks up at the sound of your voice with a grin, he stands, making his way to the middle of the room. “I have my own work” he hears Andi argue as you shake your head, “please go home, we can work more tomorrow” after a few minutes of debate, Andi sighs.

You push the door open, heels skidding on the carpet floor. Jake stands with a sheepish smile on his lips, hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” he grins, “jake?” you question. “Oh my god” you rush to him, arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. “What are you doing here?!” you pull away from him with wide eyes, “I felt one weekend in Austin was not enough and needed to see you again" he smiles at the blush on your cheeks.

The bass from the bar could be heard for miles as you sat beside Jake in his Jeep. He climbs out and makes his way to your side, hand held out to help you out of the vehicle.

“Welcome to the hard deck my dear” he grins, hand on the small of your back as the two of you make your way inside.

You and Jake had been seeing each other now exclusively for a few weeks and he was ready to introduce you to the Dagger Squad.

The bar was quiet still for the early hours of the night. “Hangman!” the voice yells, Jake's hand reaches for yours, “my friends are overbearing okay?” he warns as you nod slowly, “okay” you chuckle, lacing your fingers with his and follow behind him.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” Rooster shouts with a smile, eyes falling beside Jake to you. Standing beside Jake you slightly move behind him, looking around you as you feel multiple sets of eyes on you.

“Funny Rooster” Jake comments as he looks over at you, “guys, this is (y/n)” you look over then, smiling at the group as Jake introduces each aviator one by one.

Phoenix, you learn is Natasha stands and holds a hand out to you, “we appreciate your service” you giggle, shaking her hand. “Well, I appreciate yours” you giggle, sitting between her and Jake.

Within minutes the two of you hit it off.

You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder as the song on the jukebox changes, you look up at Jake who grins. The jukebox begins playing The Righteous Brothers, You’ve lost that lovin feeling.

You giggle, looking at him with furrowed brows, “you owe me a dance” he motions you over, “c’mon” he grins as you take his outstretched hand, standing and following him.

You giggle as he begins singing along to you, “you’ve lost that lovin feelin”. You giggle, arms around his neck as his hands fall to your waist, grin on his lips. “We really need to thank Jean and Johnny” he mumbles against your forehead as you lean into him, “why's that?” he grins as the two of you sway to the music.

“They brought me you, even though you were here in San Diego right under my nose” he whispers in your ear as you blush, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

“Hey” he encourages you to look up at him, he smiles and reaches out cupping your cheek. “I mean it” he adds as you smile up at him.

“All it took was traveling 1,154 miles to Austin Texas” you smile as he chuckles, “between California or Texas, i choose to spend it with you” he grins, “even though you pushed me out of the way for a seat?” he rolls his eyes playfully, “okay beside that” you smile.

“You made texas so enjoyable and now you make my life here enjoyable” he grins, leaning down to connect your lips, pulling your face closer to him.

Standing on your tippy toes to meet him closer, his lips tasted of the michelob ultra and a hint of the mint gum he was chewing earlier.

Pulling away from him slowly you smile, forehead against his as he grins. “I’d find you again between here and texas all over again” he whispers as you smile, “you big softy” he grins connecting your lips again.

Maybe being the only single friend in the group wasn’t as horrible as you thought.

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lovesickgrlsrh0t · 8 months ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day Four , Degradation ⭑.ᐟ

༉‧₊˚🕯KINKTOBER '24 ❀༉‧₊˚.

CONTENTS INCLUDE : SMUTT, semipublic!sex (they're doing it in a bathroom in a crowded party), oral (male!receiving), overstimulation, squirting, degradation (name calling, being mean, etc, etc), toxic!rafe (so normal rafe), slightlytoxic!reader, bratty!reader, afab!reader, cheating (?), jj gets brought into this 😭 (reader's soooo messy), mentions of violence and drugs, kook!reader, creampie, doggystyle.

NOTES : ...i've successfully succumbed to the drew starkey agenda. this is not really following the timeline of the show; the way i wrote it can fit probably season 2 rafe the best ig. also, this long asf (and super nasty...u've been warned ;)) lmaooo. hope u enjoy xx

Rafe was seeing red.

In addition to Sarah and those fucking Pouges being hellbent on ruining his fucking life, he hadn't seen his favorite girl all week. So when Topper mentioned that'd you'd be at a party Barry was throwing, he hoped into his truck without a second thought. Sure, maybe you and Rafe hadn't left things on the best of terms ("I know you're fuckin' cheating on me, Rafe. Don't think you can just play me like a fool." "Y'er fucking delusional, okay?! Don't act like you don't have your legs spread for any guy who looks in your direction."), but that was all in the past. Rafe knew you'd come crawling back to him anyway.

But it seemed that he didn't count on you having a trick up your sleeve.

You set your plan into motion the moment one of your friends informed you of Rafe's arrival. You checked your lip gloss one last time in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor blending with the sound of people.

You waved to your family's associates, caught up with a few of your girlfriends, all while keeping an eye out for him.

You knew he was staring; most people were. It almost seemed a bit cruel to torture him when you wearing his favorite dress, with your face all done up just the way he liked it, but it was fair considering the way he talked to you only a week prior. You surveyed the room one more time, a smirk settling on your glossy lips once you spotted him.

Perfect.

You almost felt sort of bad for JJ—he was nice enough, albeit way too trusting—and for the way Rafe would most definitely rock his shit for dancing with you. But still, it did feel good, knowing you got a reaction out of him just from batting your lashes at someone that wasn't him.

You fed into JJ's touch, grinding your hips all up on him, whispering lewd things into his ear as his raging hard on pressed into the curve of your ass. You were so in to your little performance that you didn't even realize Rafe had come towards you two, gripping your arm tightly as he held you behind. "What the fuck you doin' with my girl, Maybank?"

"Your girl came up to me, you entitled prick. She's sick of your controlling ass." Rafe pushed him, sending JJ stumbling backward into a crowd of drunk people. "Fuck you just say t'me?" You felt a twinge of guilt; you didn't mean for all this to happen. "Rafe, leave him alone."

Rafe glared, his blue eyes hardened and cold as they seemed to look right through you. "Shut the fuck up, I don't need some advice from your self righteous ass." You felt your face grow hot with anger. "Who the fuck do you think your talkin to?" Rafe took a step closer to you, his purely masculine scent filling your nostrils. "I'm talking to you, aren't I? Such a fuckin' brat." He muttered under his breath, holding your chin to force your gaze upon him. It was almost embarrassing the way you clenched your thighs together. Rafe took notice of this and while chuckling to himself, he tossed you over his shoulder and off to a bathroom.

The sound of Rafe's raspy groans and the sound of his thick dick hitting the back of your throat filled the enclosed space. His hand pushed you farther down his member, and he felt himself smirk at the sound of your gags.

"Aww, what's the matter huh? Too much f'ya?" He cooed mockingly, pulling you away from his cock to look at your ruined face. Drool fell from your lips, your eyes were teary and mascara stained. You looked positively wrecked. You whined, lips curved into a pout. "Rafey....I told you I was sorry.."

"Doesn't look like you were fuckin' sorry. Rubbing all up on whoever gives a crumb of fuckin' attention." He spat angrily, before cutting off your protests by shoving his dick back in your mouth. Rafe looked down and smirked, seeing your hand disappear in between your thighs. "Fucking gettin off on this shit too, kinky little slut-" He grits out, letting out a groan as you moan around him.

Rafe abruptly pulls you back up, slapping your ass as he pulls you up on the counter. "So sick of this fucking attitude...all you do is fucking complain..." He mutters to himself, before shoving him all the way inside you with no warning. His large hand covers your mouth, muffling your loud moans. "Haven't fucked you enough if you're still keeping up the bratty act, huh?" You try—stupidly—to get away from Rafe, which only allows him to thrust even deeper into you.

"Don't run from this dick, baby. Wanna mouth off all the time, act all big and strong, huh? Stay still and take every. fucking. inch." Rafe whispers in your ear, his words emphasized by each of his harsh thrusts. He glances at you through the mirror, relishing in the sight of you fucked out, crying out for him. His hand travels in between your thighs, rubbing your throbbing clit while you whine. "I know, I know. Want to cum, hmm?" Rafe cooed at you, tilting his head mockingly as you rapidly nod. "Go ahead then, soak this cock."

He keeps fucking you through your earth-shattering release, practically doubling his pace as your thighs shook. "R-Rafe, t-too much! T-tooo much!" Your words were slurred as your mind turned foggy at his repeated thrusts which hit that perfect spot inside you. You were sure everyone outside could hear what you two were doing, but you were too far gone to even care.

"FFFFuck, baby, pussy's squeezing me so well, holy shit-" Rafe groans in your ear, slapping your ass as sprays of liquid squirted out of your cunt. "Gonna cum..." You moaned as he reached in between your legs to rub at your aching clit. Your hands gripped the counter for dear life. "Give me one more, sweet girl, c'mon. One more with me, aight?" He whispered, slotting his lips over yours as he chased both of your releases; letting out a deliciously low moan as he released spurts of his cum into your pulsing cunt. It wasn't long after that yours followed soon after.

Rafe pulled out of you slowly, biting his lips as he watched his release drip out of you. "Get cleaned up, I'll be waiting in the car." And with that, he was gone, off to wherever he wanted to go next.

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gracieheartspedro · 1 month ago

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Lotus Eater | chapter 1 - 3.6k words

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summary: after a series of unfortunate events, eddie is your only way to school. months of riding in the car with him turns into an unlikely friendship between him, the town freak, and you, the overachieving loser.

warnings: slow burn, 18+ mdni, abusive/shitty parents, mental illnesses (anxiety, ocd, etc.), bullying, reader has a shit friend, eddie is snarky, nicknames (sunshine, sweetheart, etc.), eddie is flirty but reader finds him annoying lol

a/n: hiiii first chapter is here! thank you all for your patience! I don't have a set schedule of posting with this one, but I do have the second chapter written and everything outlined, so maybe twice a month? idk lol! pls leave your thoughts and love <3 if you wanna be added to the tag list, please comment on the series masterlist! also thank u to @pedgito for making the gif headers for me! love u big <3

The hiss of the engine was enough to send you into pure madness.

You are only a month into your senior year. Anxiety is the only emotion you can fester nowadays. When it was not your school work, it was your family, and if it was not that, it was stupid things like this. Your car will not start and you are already running behind your strict schedule. No thanks to your fuck-up of a father, you did not have an alarm clock. The last three days you have been banking on your body just to naturally pull you from sleep. It failed you today.

You sit in your 1970 Vega and simply wish it would explode with you in it.

You would miss the math test that you needed to pass to keep your A with Mr. Davis. The twist in the pit of your stomach was enough to make you retch at the thought of it.

If you had a normal family, you would go back inside your single-wide trailer and ask your Mom or Dad to come out and help you assess the situation. But you did not have that privilege as your Mom was a waitress at Hawkin’s Family Diner in the mornings and your Dad worked at a tile-making company overnight and worked until 9 am. You had no one to come save you.

You cannot accept your fate so you get out of the red junker and pop the hood. You could maybe bang on some metal and spark something to make it come to life.

You prop up the hood, using the thin metal rod to ensure it does not come crashing down on your head. All you see are wires and pipes and things you do not understand. You do not even know where to start. Maybe it was the battery? You push on the tiny parts of the box, smacking it for safe measure. You go back to the front seat and try to start it again, still clicking.

“Fuck…” You whisper to yourself, checking your watch to see if there is enough time to spare if you start sprinting to Hawkin’s High. You would be cutting it close and your heart may stop from exhaustion, but it was very possible.

You decide to give the hood one last try. You grab the ice scraper that you keep in the back seat and carry it to the mess of metal.

And you just wail on everything. It was cathartic, banging plastic against metal as hard as you could. When one part of the scraper flies up and hits the concrete next to you, you turn slightly, catching a person in your immediate peripheral.

“Ain’t gonna start it doin’ that.”

His voice makes the hairs on your neck stand up. You scrunch your face, drop the scraper on the dead grass, and turn to face the guy.

Eddie Munson. Forest Hills Trailer Park’s resident drug dealer. Hawkins High’s freak show and general nuisance.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to, Munson.”

Your voice is smaller than you wanted it to be. You were not nervous around Eddie, per se, but he did have this aura around him always. He is confident and very sure of himself. Very much the opposite of you. You may have been smart, almost at the very top of your class, but you were not popular. You were quiet and reserved around most of your classmates, only surprising them occasionally with snarky comments and slights. Most people did not have much of an opinion of you and you did not reside in one specific clique. You had your best friend, Kacey, and you had your teachers. You did not play into the politics of high school, it truly did not interest you at all. You did your school work and you left. You were only there to get a diploma and skip town.

Eddie Munson loved the politics of high school because it gave him enough ammunition to dismantle those around him. He loved to test the popular kids. He enjoyed messing with teachers and ignoring their instructions. He infuriated you mostly, but on occasion, you would find yourself pretty fascinated with him. He was older than you, only by a year. You had just turned 18 two weeks into senior year, while he was 19 and stuck in his senior year again. You silently wonder if he just wants to stay a kid forever and failing high school was his way to be treated like one.

You could not psycho-analyze him much longer, especially when he’s leaning over you to look inside the bay of your car.

“Looks like your battery is dead. Maybe a bad alternator,” He remarks, his voice raspy. You must be the first person he’s talked to this morning. Or he smoked extra as soon as he woke up.

You did not know what would fix a dead battery, but buying a new one sounded like more than you were able to spend. You had a good eight dollars and fifty cents to your name. You had not picked up a shift at the diner in about two weeks, mainly because that would mean having to interact with your mother.

And your parents were surely not going to help, their money only being theirs.

You were filling your shampoo bottle with water to try to get the last bits of it. You ate pot noodles almost every night. You were in no way able to buy a car battery.

The spiral was written all over your face and Eddie noticed it rather quickly.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine… I can give you a lift to school for today.”

As he’s muttering the words, you are sputtering out a bunch of nonsense, the realization finally hits you. “It’s not fine, I’m gonna miss my math test and I need to fuckin’ pass and this fuckin’ car is all I have and I don’t have the money to spend on getting a fuckin’ battery…”

He grabs your shoulder rather abruptly, staring down at you with his curls falling in his eyes slightly. The touch is enough to shut you up.

“I can drive you to school. Just… come on,” He barks, his tone indicating it is an order. The thought of getting in his van sparks your anxiety further. You have been made aware that he drives like a maniac, riding over curbs on two wheels. And he was going to take you to school?

“Eddie, I-”

He is already walking away, “Grab your backpack, we are gonna be late!”

He was your only hope to get to school. As annoying and nerve-wracking as it was, you knew his offering was your saving grace. You jog to grab your backpack out of your back seat, shutting all your doors. You hear him start up his hunk of metal and rev the engine. You silently curse to yourself as you slam the hood of your car down. Happy Wednesday to you.

Your leg will not stop bouncing. The school was about a 10-minute drive, but at the rate Eddie drove, you would be there in 2 minutes.

The idea of having to fork out an absorbent amount of money to get your car running has you sick. You had just got an oil change not too long ago and that drained all the money you had. You would have to pick up some shifts at the diner. You jokingly think that you could get in on Eddie’s lucrative market and start dealing out your Father’s pain pills. You could bank that money quickly.

“So… a math test?”

You groan in the very back of your throat, trying your best to forget the total meltdown you had in front of Eddie. You did not do that often, only when you feel the world crashing all around you. And God did it feel like it was.

“Yes, a math test,” You lick your lips, not looking over at him, just tapping your fingers on your pant leg.

You can practically feel him staring into the side of your face, a smirk painting across his face, “You get worked up over math like that all the time?”

And this is why you ignored Eddie Munson.

All the times life offered you a conversation with the guy, it only led to bitter banter. For some reason, Eddie was good at getting under your skin. Even when he was not speaking to you, you just had the urge to let him have it. He was painfully sarcastic. He was quick with his replies like he had them all banked in his back pocket.

“I can’t let my GPA slip under 3.8,” You retort, noticing some construction signs ahead. Looks like there is road work on the road that leads straight to the entrance to the school. Perfect. More actual and metaphorical roadblocks in the way.

“They can get that high?”

Your neck practically snaps to look over at the dumbass to your left. “Eddie… what is your GPA?”

“Maybe 2?”

You are not ever stunned into silence, but his response shakes you to your core. You cannot disguise how perplexed you are. You inhale sharply, getting an even larger whiff of the cigarette buds that litter the ashtray right below the shitty radio.

“There’s no way,” You whisper, not hiding your surprise.

The giggle that comes from your left is almost maniacal. He thinks it is funny that he is skating by through life. Well, high school. And maybe his life.

“If there’s a will, there’s a way, sunshine,” He beams, turning down another road to avoid the bright orange cones in the road. “I’m not the top in the class, like you.”

“I’m not, I’m second in the class. And don't call me sunshine. It's weird.”

His scoff makes your skin crawl. You truly just wish the conversation would end. “Well, must suck living in the shadow of our valedictorian.”

It has a bit of bite to it. You did not take Eddie for vicious, especially since he was nice enough to drive you to school.

“I hope you never graduate.”

He smiles.

The school parking lot seems bare, probably due to the traffic coming in. Eddie parks pretty far from the front door, much to your dismay. You pull your backpack into your lap, tossing him a look.

“Uh… thanks,” You clear your throat, trying to find a way to repay him for taking on the responsibility of toting you around.

“No problem. I can take you home today if need be,” He pulls some cigarettes out of his vest pocket, placing the stick between his lips. You pull your eyes away, trying to come up with an excuse not to rely on him again. But you did not have another way home and the bus was just not an option. They usually missed your stop every single time you were forced to be on it. Arguing with the old woman who made you walk a mile home in the rain last year was just not in the cards for you.

You bite your lip, peeling some skin away, “Could you?”

He flicks his lighter a couple of times, sparking the fire and bringing it to the end of the cigarette.

“Yeah, no problem. We can try to figure out your car later, too,” The offer was odd to you. Why was he trying to help you? What was in it for him?

“We?” You press, reaching for the horizontal door handle. He smiles, the tobacco hanging loosely from his lips.

“Yeah, don’t need to watch you bang the engine with that ice scraper again. It was kinda embarrassing.”

Your cheeks heat up, instantly feeling humiliated that he watched you do that. You drive your shoulder into the door, pushing yourself out of his van. “I’ll see you after school.”

You were beginning to hate your best friend. Just another great addition to your Wednesday.

After a grueling time with your math test first period, you were eager to spend quality time with her during your second-period Spanish class. As soon as you entered the classroom, you did not see her in her usual spot in the back right corner with you. Instead, she was sitting in the dead center with her stupid new boyfriend.

You and Kacey had been friends since sixth grade. She had been more popular and outgoing than you, but she always rejected hanging out with the more “in” crowds. That was until last year when she met Gabriel. He went by Gabe, but who the hell cares what he went by? He was a total asshole.

The first day you spoke to him, he told you that your shirt looked like something you would find at the consignment shop in downtown Hawkins. It was not anything special by all means, but it was just a simple gray sweater with a small burn hole in the sleeve. When he said that to you, Kacey said nothing and just cracked a pristine smile at him and giggled. You ignored them for the rest of the lunch period.

Now he’s all she talks about. You used to go to her house after school and work on homework, watch bad TV, and giggle about how pathetic the popular kids were, and now she’s becoming one of them.

You were never going to fit in with that crowd, and frankly, you did not care to. All they cared about were the superficial things. You cared about school and your future while all of them wondered where the next party would be. Who would bring the alcohol? Who would they get to sleep with?

You pout when you see her cuddled up to him, weaving your way through the desks to sit in your usual spot. Your blood runs cold when her boyfriend hands her a small baggie under their desks, a white powder settled at the very bottom. You did own a pair of glasses, but you do not believe you would need them to understand what Gabe was offering her.

You want to jump up and scream her name, stopping her from grabbing the baggie, but your teacher starts to drone on about the topic of the hour.

You cannot peel your eyes away from Kacey as she carefully and methodically pours the powder on the very tip of her finely manicured fingernail and quickly snort it, while Gabe disguises the action with a loud cough.

Your eyes must be deceiving you.

She’s doing drugs in the middle of class and everyone around you is oblivious.

You really try to pay attention to your teacher’s discussion on the Declaration of Independence, but your hand will not stop shaking. Your handwriting is messy and unreadable. You would have to copy someone else’s notes later.

When the bell rings and everyone spills into the hallway to go to lunch, you practically sprint after Kacey.

Whatever drug she took had her eyes half-lidded as her legs practically dragged behind Gabe. She is stumbling into people as you try to make your way through the crowd after her. By the time you reach her, you are in the middle of the cafeteria. You reach out for her hand, tugging her only slightly. It throws her and Gabe completely off balance and you make quick movements to stop her from crumbling to the floor.

“What did you take?”

Your voice is accusatory, which it almost always is to a fault. Her overplucked eyebrows furrow at your question, almost like the gears in her brain do not fully comprehend what the question is hinting at.

She clears her throat, snatching her hand away from yours. “What are you talking about?”

You search her face for any reason. She’s already being abrasive and confrontational, which makes your stomach roll. Gabe tucks his arm around her waist, practically holding her up. He looks pretty gone as well, but you did not give two shits about the state of him.

“I saw what you did in Donaldson’s class. What was it?” You press, trying not to raise your voice. As much as you wanted to scream in her face, you knew causing a scene would only make the situation much worse.

She scoffs, tilting her head back onto Gabe’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. The better question is why the hell did I see you leaving The Freak’s van this morning?”

You swallow, tugging the strap to your fraying backpack. “My car wouldn’t start. He gave me a ride.”

Gabe’s head throws back into a booming laugh, catching the nearby table’s attention.

“You are hangin’ out with The Freak?”

Instead of caving into his stupidity, you roll your eyes and cross your arms tightly over your chest. “Kacey-”

She cuts you off with a wave of her hand in your face. She’s dismissing you and the feeling of rejection settles deeply in your chest. Your mouth snaps shut, knowing this is going nowhere and you would just have to settle with the fact your friend was being dragged away from you. It is like years of friendship dissipates when she shoos you away.

“Go sit with your Freak.”

You know better than to cry. Instead of arguing back, you shift to your other foot and walk out of the cafeteria. You would just eat your granola bar in the library, silent and dismissed.

By the end of the day, you slowly mosy out to Eddie’s van and wait for him to arrive. Your last class of the day is right outside the front door, so you knew you would beat him. He is easy to spot in the crowd of students, much taller with those frizzy untamed curls.

He sees you quickly, too. You try to look as unphased as possible, but you know you are being watched from across the lot by Kacey and her new goons.

Eddie approaches with a couple of his friends. You recognize a couple of them, specifically Gareth. He was a dorky kid who shifted into a metalhead junior year. His mousey curls were always shielding his eyes and his shirts always looked overly distressed, like he took scissors to them. Eddie’s shirts were similar, but you could tell that they were just naturally overworn and abused.

Gareth catches your gaze, smiling a perfectly straight grin. He was always very polite every time you two shared a class. He was your biology partner sophomore year and he always took on dealing with the dissections and gross lab projects. For that, you were in his debt.

“Hey, Gareth,” You say with a nod of your head, “Long time no see.”

He shakes some of the curls out of his vision, “How’s it going?”

It is a loaded question and you know he does not mean it to be. You just shrug, trying your best to not look as stressed as you feel.

“It’s fine.”

You scrunch your nose, looking away as if to avoid your own response. He laughs, smacking Eddie as he lights up a cigarette. “Eddie told me your car is dead.”

You shoot Eddie a look as if to say ‘what the fuck dude?’. You did not really care that people knew about your car troubles. If anything, you are glad some people know so they can rationalize why you are traveling around with Eddie.

You still wanted to give Eddie a piece of your mind.

He raises his eyebrows at you, “What? He wanted to know why I was toting you around all of a sudden. Not every day that you see a popular-adjacent girl hanging out with the Freak.”

Gareth speaks up with a better defense. “Hey, don’t worry about him. If you need some extra help with the car, let me know. I am a bit better with them than Eddie is.”

You cannot stop yourself from smiling at his kindness. Gareth was always pretty genuine and polite. A true gentleman, unlike his counterpart. You did not even begin to understand how these two could possibly be friends.

“Thanks, I appreciate that. I… We have to get home,” Your eyes flicker back to Eddie, whose smirk takes up most of his face.

“That’s right, gotta get sunshine home so she can read her books and actually do homework,” He jests, pulling his cigarette out from between his lips. You watch him ash the end of the bud jokingly near Gareth’s arm, a small smile pulling at his lips. You narrow your eyes at him, trying your best to keep yourself from reprimanding him like a toddler. Gareth swats his arm away, waving to you two as he heads towards his sedan.

You yank open the van’s door handle and climb up inside. Eddie takes a moment at the front end of the van, taking a couple of puffs before he drops the filter on the ground and presses it into the concrete with his sneakers. You watch him get in as you buckle your seatbelt, his lips pursed as he lets out smoke.

“How was your test? Forgot to ask,” His voice is husky, probably from the dryness of his cigarette. You try to think that far back in the day, and honestly, it was the last thing on your mind. Even though this morning was what consumed your entire being, you had bigger issues now.

“I think I passed,” You manage to say, thinking back to the events that happened right after first period. “Let’s hope.”

Eddie watches you from the driver’s side, his hands searching for the keys in his vest’s pocket.

“Good. You probably killed it, you’re a smarty pants,” He finds the key and jams it straight into the ignition, “Do you still want me to help you with the car tonight?”

The thought of having to stand outside with Eddie while it gets dark was the last thing you really wanted to do. But you really wanted your car to work.

“If you can.”

He throws the van into drive, slowly letting his foot off the brake, “Of course I can. What are neighbors for?”

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