#i fell in love with them both the moment they hit the screen

[likeumeanit9497]

the re-do, pt. 2 | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: one more time won't hurt anyone...right?

warnings: SMUT!!!; established friendship; unprotected p in v; fingering; dirty talk; choking; hair pulling; slapping; sneaking around; 18+

notes: here it isssss. in honour of almost hitting 1000 followers (WHAT?!?!?!), i wanted to release a part 2 to my most loved fic!! im currently posting this less than 24 hours before i leave for my trip to europe (yay!!), but unfortunately it'll be the last one i'll be posting for a while. saying that, i'll be back home august 1st and knowing me ill want to get right back into writing, so pls feel free to continue to drop requests over the next few weeks (as long as ur okay with waiting for a while!!!). thanks so much for all the love ya'll, ur the ones who make this whole thing so much fun!!

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Walking up to the triplets’ front door, I didn’t knock before turning the knob and entering the warm, familiar home. Nick, Matt, and Chris were finally home in Boston for a few weeks, and I was so excited to see them for the first time in months. They had just landed this afternoon, and although I told them I could give them some time to settle in, I couldn’t stop myself from driving over to theirs as soon as Nick sent me a photo of Trevor; proof that they were home and settled in enough.

“There she is!” Mary-Lou’s cheerful voice greeted me once I walked up the steps and into the kitchen. I didn’t have a chance to say hello before her arms were wrapped tightly around my frame; embracing me in a comforting hug. “How are you sweetheart?” She asked once she released me from her grip. I smiled. “I’m good! I’ve missed you all though.” I replied as she rubbed her hands up and down my arms affectionately. “I’ve missed you too! You hungry? I’m just finishing up some Shepard’s pie.” She walked back over to the oven, opening it slightly to check on its contents. “You know I could never turn down your Shepard’s pie.” I laughed.

“Where are the guys?” I asked, peering at the closed kitchen door. “Oh, they’re in the living room. I had to lock them out of here, they were driving me nuts!” She chuckled, pulling the casserole out of the oven. “You go ahead.” She urged, gesturing to the closed door. Sending her a warm smile, I opened the door and my eyes immediately fell on my three best friends sitting together on the couch in the living room.

“Y/n!” Shouted Nick, throwing his hands up in the air from his place on the couch. Matt and Chris both simultaneously peeled their eyes away from the screen and looked in my direction; their faces lighting up in smiles immediately before they all stood up to greet me. I hurried over to them and went in to hug Nick first, Chris next, then finally Matt.

I hadn’t seen Matt since the last time I visited them in Los Angeles, which also happened to be the time when him and I had fucked after filming their rated r Youtube video. Just like the time we had lost our virginities to each other, we hadn’t let the sex interfere with our friendship at all, and things hadn’t really changed in any way. Obviously, thanks to Matt’s failure at muting the Discord server, Chris and Nick were much too aware of exactly what had happened that night. But besides the painfully awkward morning after when I walked out of Matt’s room to find them eating breakfast — both avoiding eye contact with me entirely — things were fine with them as well. Once we spoke to Nick and Chris about it, we had convinced them both — as well as ourselves — that what had happened that night was simply a fleeting moment of nostalgia brought on by talking about our first time together.

But I would be lying if I said that as soon as I felt Matt’s hands on me I didn’t feel a shiver down my spine; or that when he whispered a breathy “I miss you” in my ear, I didn’t want to tear all of his clothes off right then and there. The sex we had that night, although spontaneous and probably wrong, was the best sex I had ever had. Once I left Los Angeles and made it back to Boston, I had fucked a handful of other guys — just trying to come even slightly close to feeling the way I had that night — only to be left feeling more and more disappointed. Matt and I knew each other far too well, and in some way it was like our bodies were tied to the other — first by losing our virginities to one another but then furthered by the crazy sex we had years later. I had accepted the fact that sex just wasn’t ever gonna be like that again, but now feeling him pressing against me, all of that acceptance just immediately vanished.

“How’s mom doing on dinner?” Chris asked, startling me out of my trance and walking in the direction of the kitchen door as I pulled away from Matt. “I think it’s almost done. But I was told you were banished from the kitchen, so stay away please.” I replied, walking over to him and tugging on his arm to draw him away from the door. Just then, the door opened and Mary-Lou appeared holding her own plate of food. “Please don’t destroy my kitchen.” Was all she said as she walked to the dining table with her plate, sighing as she did.

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After we all polished off the Shepard’s pie, we ended up on the couch watching a hockey game. I had curled up in a blanket between Matt to my right and Chris to my left, and was bathing in the contentment of just sitting with them in their family home, just like we did as kids. Even though I couldn’t give a shit less about whatever was happening on the screen, I couldn’t help but smile when one of them would scream, curse, or cheer as the game continued. As Chris was doing just that, I was pulled from my languid stupor by Matt tugging on the blanket that was wrapped around me; clearly wanting to share.

After spending some time with the guys, my filthy thoughts of Matt began to dissipate. After months of not seeing them, I had far too much time to stew over all of the flashbacks I got; causing me to create a certain image of him in my mind that had differed to the one I had of him before. But, after spending time with him in-person, I was reminded of the fact that he’s the same old Matt that I’ve known for years, and I was just too caught up in that one night.

Then, as if he was reading my mind, I felt fingertips gently graze my right thigh under the blanket. Immediately, my body began to react, and every place he touched felt like it was being set on fire. I gulped, and adjusted myself slightly before forcing my eyes to focus on the screen in front of me; deciding that ignoring these touches was the best thing that I could do. Still, he was relentless. His hand continued to travel all across my thigh, just a whisper of contact as if he knew it would drive me crazy. I shuddered, but played it off by pulling the blanket against me as if I was cold. Even though I knew he could tell that I was affected by his touch, I knew that my lack of acknowledgement was surely driving him crazy. My hunch was confirmed when he brushed his fingers lightly against my clothed heat; causing me to intake a sharp breath that I had to immediately hide with a cough.

This caught Chris’ attention, and he fixed his gaze on me. “You okay Y/n?” He asked, and I nodded frantically. “Mhmm. Just a cough.” My response was hitched as Matt’s fingers continued to tease me, and as soon as Chris fixed his gaze back on the tv, I grabbed his hand under the blanket and held it still; turning to give him a sharp glare. Once I turned to face him, I was met with a taunting smirk that caused something to stir inside of me. He then used his eyes to wordlessly gesture to the staircase; clearly proposing that we go upstairs.

I’m not sure how I gained the self control, but somehow I was able to shake my head sternly before drawing my attention once again back to the game. His hand stayed still, but it still rested on my thigh and I could feel myself vibrating under his touch. Then, he retracted his hand from the blanket and I had to stop myself from groaning from the loss of contact; knowing that I shouldn’t want to feel it again. From the corner of my eye, I saw him unlock his phone and felt myself relax slightly knowing that he had something to distract him.

Think again.

I felt my own phone vibrate in the pocket of my hoodie, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled it out to find a text from no other than Matt.

Matt: I need you

I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping at his text, and I turned to face him but found him looking straight ahead at the game. Sighing, I decided to respond over text after turning my brightness all the way down to keep Chris from catching a glimpse.

Y/n: matt. we can’t.

I heard his phone vibrate beside me, and kept my gaze away from him as he picked it up. I only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

Matt: Yes we can

Matt: Please Y/n.

The clear desperation in his texts went straight to my core, and I felt myself on the verge of dissolving into a puddle right then and there. To make things even worse, Matt snaked his hands back under the blanket, grabbing my own and drawing it towards the crotch of his jeans. There, his cock was already rock hard, and I really had to keep myself from straddling him right there. I turned to my left to get a quick glance at Nick and Chris beside me. Nick was curled onto the couch, seemingly sound asleep, and Chris was fully entranced by the hockey game. Just then, a commercial break came on, and I turned to face Matt and gave him a soft nod. Immediately, a sinister smile crossed his face before he put his phone away and cleared his throat.

“Oh my god Y/n I forgot to show you the clothes I bought before I left LA. Remember you texted me earlier today telling me you wanted to see?” His lie fell from his mouth effortlessly, and if I didn’t know that he had ulterior motives I would never come even close to feeling suspicious. Without missing a beat, I followed along in his little lie. “Oh yeah! Where are they?” I responded, doing everything I could to keep my tone as nonchalant as his. “Up in my room, I haven’t unpacked yet. Wanna go see them now?” I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. “Sure.” Was all I was able to say in response before hurriedly standing up from the couch. Matt shifted slightly under the blanket for a moment, obviously tucking his boner into the waistband of his pants so that it wouldn’t be noticeable, before following me towards the stairs. “Don’t be long!” Shouted Chris from behind us, “Ya’ll are gonna miss a good ass game.”

Quickly, the two of us climbed the stairs, doing our best to keep our composure until we were behind closed doors. We rushed into Matt’s bedroom, him entering before me, and I turned to quickly shut the door. Before I could even face his room, Matt pinned me to the door and his lips were on mine. A groan immediately fell from his lips as I opened my mouth to grant his tongue access; losing all sense of control as his hands roamed every inch of my body. My own hands flew to his hair, holding his face against mine as the kiss deepened even more. Our tongues swirled around each other, our mutual hunger for one another taking an almost literal form.

One of Matt’s hands travelled up my chest, tearing my hoodie up over my head in the process, before attaching to my throat. I gasped at the pressure, feeling my panties flood with arousal, and he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away from the kiss; gazing down harshly at me. “How many guys have you fucked since I saw you last.” His voice was gravelly with lust, and his tone was so ominous that if I hadn’t known Matt for as long as I had, I would be afraid. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my cheek as he slapped it. “Answer me, Y/n. How many?” I couldn’t keep the small smile from travelling to my lips from how turned on he was making me, but finally I was able to get myself to respond. “A few.” His pupils dilated.

“Oh yeah? How were they?” He was smirking, and I was thrown off by his words. Again, in my silence he slapped my cheek. At that, I couldn’t keep the lustful squeal from falling from my lips. “T-they were okay.” I lied, feeling myself tremble against the doorframe. At that, his thumb that had been soothing my sore cheek traveled to my mouth, pressing down on my lips and encouraging me to open up. I obliged, letting his thumb rest on my tongue before slowly wrapping my lips around it and sucking lightly. Matt’s eyes were glued to my mouth, but he continued speaking. “Just okay, huh?” He knew what he was doing, and I did as well, but in the state I was in I had lost all impulse control; so I fell for his trap.

“None were as good as you, Matty.”

I batted my eyelashes as I spoke, and immediately his lips were back on mine. Our mouths moved in sync as his tongue dominated mine, and I relished in the familiar taste of him. His burning desire for me fuelled my own, and as I continued to kiss him I felt myself growing more and more needy. As I released a frustrated groan into his mouth, I felt his hand travel to the waistband of my jeans where he hurriedly worked at the button and zipper. As soon as he peeled the rough material down my legs, his hand went to my heat; causing me to release a sharp breath.

“Mmm. So wet, just like last time.” He purred, dragging his mouth away from mine and down my neck; dropping wet kisses in its path. I was shaking from his touch, and subconsciously I widened my legs to give him better access to my aching core. Noticing this, he released a husky chuckle before slowly rubbing two fingers along my folds. “You missed this, didn’t you?” I immediately nodded my head as I nibbled at my bottom lip, needing him to touch me more. “I knew it.” His fingers slowly began circling my clit then, drawing satisfied moans from my mouth. “Yeah. I bet you touch yourself thinking of that night in LA,” His mouth was nibbling at my neck just below my ear, and the heat from his breath caused goosebumps to raise on my skin and my nipples to harden. “And I bet you pretend that your fingers are mine.”

Just as the words left his lips, he plunged two fingers up into me, causing me to gasp in pleasurable shock. Immediately, his fingers went to work curling up to my spongey g-spot and forcing my knees to buckle. Desperate for more contact, I wrapped a leg around his waist so that his fingers could reach even deeper into me. Hushed moans fell thoughtlessly from my mouth, and I prayed that no one in the house could hear them. I gripped helplessly onto the back of Matt’s neck as he rested his forehead against my collar bone, putting all of his effort into his plunging fingers.

“You feel good sweetheart?” He asked, his words coming out in short bursts as he continued his movements. “S-so g-good.” I replied carelessly, arching my back off of the door as I felt tension like a stretched rubber band grow in my stomach. Aching from the pressure, I reached in between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit; desperately chasing my high. After just a brief moment, Matt looked down between my legs and, upon realizing what I was doing, slapped my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. His fingers worked on my clit and my core simultaneously, and I lost all control over the erotic noises that poured out of my mouth.

“Shh.” Matt demanded, placing his own mouth on mine in a motionless kiss to stifle my moans. The stimulation was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. “G-gonna cum.” I managed to spew out against Matt’s open mouth, and he hummed in response; keeping his pace on my heat steady. “Look at me while you cum, Y/n.” Matt’s voice was commanding, and without thinking twice I opened my pinched eyes and was met with his focused yet aroused gaze just before being overtaken by an earth-shattering orgasm.

As pleasure rippled through my body, my blurry vision never veered from his face as his fingers fucked me through my high. I bit my lip so hard that I left indents to suffocate my stream of moans before they could leave my lips. I felt myself squirt, the pressure that had built up inside of me immediately being relieved, and as I did he removed his one hand from my core and used his other to continue rubbing my clit so that the fluid sprayed all over the front of him and down my legs.

As I was still trembling through my high, I watched as Matt used his free hand to yank his jeans and boxers down his legs before plunging his hard cock into me. “Fuck.” We both gasped in unison as he sunk every inch through my walls, shuddering from the immediate pleasure that we both felt. Matt stayed still for a moment, clearly collecting himself, before pounding into me strenuously. Grasping onto his shoulders in order to stay grounded, I muttered nonsense as his cock slammed into my g-spot relentlessly.

“Fuck. Missed this pussy so fucking much.” Matt groaned in my ear, causing me to cry out as he drove his cock harder and harder into me; so hard that my head began smacking against the door frame. Suddenly, Matt’s hands snaked down to my ass, cupping it in his grasp and lifting me up. Still inside of me, he began walking me towards his bed on the far side of the room, where he placed me on the end of the bed and spun me around. I lay there like a rag doll as I let him reposition me into doggy, before I felt him slide his dick back through my opening.

“Jesus Christ.” I moaned, the new position deeper than the last as I felt every inch of him stretch out my walls and reach even further into me. Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair and I cried out as he used his grip to pull my head up off of the bead. With my back pressed against him, he covered my mouth with his hand as he peppered my sensitive neck with wet kisses. “You love my cock, don’t you baby?” He asked in a rough voice against my ear, and I nodded. Suddenly, his hand made contact with my throat and he tightened his fingers around it again. “Words, Y/n.” He said tauntingly, and I whined. “Y-yes. I love it Matt.” I managed to reply before he loosened his grip on both my throat and my hair, allowing my body to fall back onto the bed.

His hands found my hips, and he held them tightly as he continued thrusting into me. His pace was growing slightly choppier, and I smiled to myself maniacally, knowing that he was feeling good. As his rhythm slowed, I began moving my own hips up and down to meet his length. Noticing what I was doing, Matt stopped his own movements and allowed me to fuck myself on his cock. I heard his heavy breathing behind me as I continued to throw myself down on it, picking up the pace with each pump.

His hands gripped my hips tighter before he spoke. “Mmmm, slow down honey, gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.” I smiled to myself once again, and even let out a small chuckle as I continued at the same quick pace; wanting to make him feel good. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the space between us as I worked his cock up and down my walls, and I felt another orgasm approaching down my spine. “Matty, gonna cum again.” I whined as the build up became un-ignorable. “Me too. Turn around. Wanna see that pretty face while you take it.” His words went straight to my core, and I struggled to find the strength to do exactly what he said.

With his help, I flipped around so that I was now on my back looking right up at his naked frame. He gazed down at me with eyes so dark and filled with lust that I almost gasped from the stark difference from the Matt that I typically saw. Leaning over me, he drove his length into me again, grabbing onto my tits as he did; making me see stars. Matt grabbed onto my legs and bent them at the knees before pressing them down and allowing his cock so much access to the deepest part of my core that I almost cried in addictive pain. “You want me to cum in you baby?” He asked, his voice a whole octave lower than usual due to his aroused state. I nodded, before remembering to use my words. “P-please cum in me.” I added, feeling my own orgasm causing my walls to already begin to convulse slightly. Holding onto my knees tightly, Matt’s jaw went slack before he released a guttural moan, enough to push me over the edge for the second time tonight.

With his cock pulsing inside of me, I shook uncontrollably as my second orgasm tore through me without mercy. I clung onto anything that I could as I fought the urge to scream profanities out at the top of my lungs as my walls milked his shaft dry. Matt continued to thrust into me slowly, pushing all of his cum deep inside as he helped me come down from my high. Once my moans halted, he planted a soft kiss to my hand resting on his chest before slowly pulling his cock out of me; watching the mix of his and my cum drip from my opening.

Walking over to his closet for what I assumed was a towel, he chuckled. Still catching my breath and recovering from my tornado of an orgasm, I struggled to lift myself off of the bed. “What’s so funny?” I asked as I watched him walk over with a towel just as I suspected. Still smiling, he shook his head as he began cleaning me up. “Nothing. It’s just that shit is way too good.” I laughed myself at his words, because I unfortunately agreed. “It probably wasn’t the best idea.” I began as I stood on shaky legs to retrieve my lost articles of clothing. “The first time was purely practical. The second could be called an accident. But a third time? There’s no explaining that away.” I said as I dressed myself.

“What?” He started, walking over to where I was standing to retrieve his own pants. “You’re the one that said that good friendships include fucking each other every once in a while.” I rolled my eyes. I had said that in Los Angeles, but had meant it as a joke at the time. “I don’t know if fucking every time we’ve seen each other constitutes as ‘once in a while’.” I replied, running my hands through my messy hair in an attempt to remedy my fucked out appearance. With a sheepish smirk on his face, he shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s working out fine, don’t you?” I couldn’t contain my smile at this, giving away that I agreed. “And besides, no one has to know about this time. No brothers barging in, no Discord servers being left on. No one knows so there’s no need for an explanation this time.” He pulled me to his chest and hugged me for a moment, and I instantly felt more reassured.

“Ready to go? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see the score.” I laughed before pulling away from the hug and heading to his bedroom door. We walked down the stairs in a single file, and walked back into the living room with the intention of looking as inconspicuous as possible. Nick was still sound asleep, but Chris was wide awake, still staring at the tv. He was suspiciously quiet, but I allowed myself to believe that it was just because he was locked into the game, so I nonchalantly sat down on the couch beside him. Just as Matt settled onto the couch to my right, Chris cleared his throat before speaking. “So, Y/n. What was your favourite piece?” I turned to face him in confusion, and mentally scrambled to try to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. “The fuck?” I asked just as Matt pinched my thigh gently under the blanket.

As I realized that he was talking about the excuse that Matt and I had made to go upstairs, I watched as Chris’ eyes shot open and he pointed a finger between me and Matt. “I fuckin’ knew it!” I tried to speak, but I was completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence; let alone a believable lie. I heard Matt groan to my right. “You two fucked again didn’t you!” Still, silence.

Our lack of retaliation was enough to give Chris the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, you guys are a couple of dogs.” He turned back to face the screen, but not before dramatically scooting a few centimetres away from me on the couch. I slowly turned my head to face Matt, and found him closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle a laugh. At this, I had to cover my mouth to to the same, and I prayed that Chris couldn’t see my shoulders shaking as I laughed silently. My silent laugh seemed to be contagious, because I watched as Matt’s body began to tremble in laughter as his hand went back to casually resting on my thigh under the blanket.

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[chheolie]

i think you might be a little disappointed that they are divorced, so here is the second part

it was a quiet morning, and the sun had barely risen on the horizon when you grabbed your phone to check the messages. as you swiped the screen, one notification caught your attention: "reminder: trip to the beach house - d/n’s birthday." your heart tightened as you read those words. the beach house had always been a special place, full of happy memories, but it also held painful ones, especially from the last trip where you and seungcheol were together as a couple. it was there that your relationship came to an end.

even so, you knew that this trip was important, especially for your daughter, who loved that place more than anywhere else. with a deep sigh, you decided to send a message to seungcheol, something you had been putting off for days, fearing what he might say.

"are you going on the trip?" you wrote, hesitantly, feeling the weight of uncertainty in your words.

minutes that felt like hours passed before his reply arrived. when the phone vibrated, you opened the message with a nervousness you couldn’t hide.

"yes, it’s important for her." his words were direct, but they carried a responsibility that both of you shared. although your marriage had ended, the love for your daughter continued to bind you together in an unbreakable way.

on the day of the trip, seungcheol arrived at your house to pick you up. your daughter, as excited as always, ran into her father’s arms with contagious joy. her smile upon seeing him left no doubt that this trip meant a lot to her. as you watched the scene, a mix of emotions washed over you. it was good to see them together, but his presence always brought back memories of what you had lost.

during the drive to the beach house, the atmosphere in the car was strange. your daughter talked nonstop, excited about the weekend plans, but you and seungcheol barely exchanged words. it was hard to ignore the weight of the past, especially knowing that the last time you were at that house as a family was also when you decided to go your separate ways.

when you finally arrived, your daughter ran inside the house, exploring each room as if it was her first time there. for her, that place would always be magical, full of good memories. you and seungcheol began unloading the car in silence, exchanging brief and uncomfortable glances. neither of you knew quite how to act. the silence was almost suffocating, and both seemed hesitant to say anything that might open old wounds.

the next morning, you woke up early, with the first rays of sunlight gently illuminating the house. there was a quiet stillness in the air, broken only by the soft sound of the waves. as you stepped out of the bedroom, you found seungcheol already awake, sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee in his hands. he seemed thoughtful, lost in his own thoughts. for a moment, you considered going back to the bedroom, but you decided to join him, feeling that perhaps it was the right time to talk about what you both had been avoiding for so long.

sitting beside him, you felt the weight of the silence between you, but also a strange sense of peace. the smell of coffee mixed with the salty sea breeze, creating a nostalgic atmosphere. it was then that memories of the last trip came flooding back. you looked out at the horizon, trying to find the right words.

"it was here that everything fell apart, wasn’t it?" your voice came out low, almost fearful, as if reliving that moment could bring back all the pain you had worked so hard to overcome.

seungcheol sighed deeply, without taking his eyes off the sea. "yes, it was here. and i still think about that day, about the things i could have done differently. not a day goes by without me asking myself where exactly things started to go wrong."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect. there was so much regret in his voice, a pain that mirrored your own. "i think about that too... about how everything could have been different. but i think that at the time, we were both so lost, trying to find our own way, that we ended up drifting apart. i felt so alone, even when you were around. like there was an invisible barrier between us."

he turned to you, his eyes showing a vulnerability he rarely let show. "i never wanted to make you feel that way, y/n. but i was so focused on work, on fulfilling all the responsibilities, that i ended up losing you in the process. i didn’t know how to handle the pressure, and it destroyed us."

before the conversation could deepen further, the soft sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom interrupted the moment. your daughter had woken up, bringing with her the vibrant energy of a child full of expectations for the day. seungcheol stood up with a smile, offering to take her for a walk while you stayed home, resting and processing everything that had been said.

hours later, when seungcheol and your daughter returned, you greeted them with a smile, noticing that they were carrying bags of food. your daughter ran up to you, her eyes shining with excitement. "mommy! look what we brought! we got your favorite dessert!" she exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement.

you looked at seungcheol, who gave you a knowing smile, and felt a lump form in your throat. that simple gesture, but full of care, moved you in a way you didn’t expect. for a moment, all the repressed emotions came to the surface, and you found yourself struggling to hold back the tears. but it was useless. the tears began to fall, and you tried to disguise it, smiling at your daughter so she wouldn’t notice.

seungcheol noticed immediately and approached, concerned. "hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of care as he reached out to hold your hand.

you nodded, though your voice faltered as you tried to respond. "yes... it’s just that... this means a lot to me. you both mean a lot to me."

he gently squeezed your hand, his eyes fixed on yours as if he wanted to say something but was choosing his words carefully. the moment was delicate, full of unspoken emotions and feelings that you both were trying to process.

the afternoon unfolded in a series of joyful and simple moments. you cooked together, played on the beach, and for a moment, everything felt like it used to. your daughter’s laughter echoed through the house, and you felt that maybe, just maybe, the weight of the past was finally starting to lift. the atmosphere was light, and it was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, you were so nervous about spending the weekend with him.

when the evening came, you prepared the small birthday party with all the love you could muster. your daughter was radiant, and the house was filled with laughter and music. the table was loaded with sweets and snacks that you had prepared together, and the cake, decorated in her favorite colors, sat in the center, waiting to be cut.

you sang "happy birthday," and the smile on your daughter’s face as she blew out the candles was the highlight of the night. she closed her eyes tightly, making a wish, and then, with a determined puff, blew out the candles. the applause and cheers of "hurray!" echoed through the house, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect. you and seungcheol exchanged glances during the celebration, and there was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long time—tenderness and affection that warmed your heart.

after dinner, with full bellies and light hearts, your daughter finally began to show signs of fatigue. she yawned and rubbed her eyes, making you and seungcheol laugh. "i think it’s time for bed, little one," you said softly, as you picked her up, feeling the comforting weight of her against your chest.

seungcheol followed you to her room, where you both tucked her into bed. she snuggled into the blankets, the smile still present on her lips. "it was the best birthday ever," she murmured before closing her eyes and falling asleep. you both stood there in silence for a moment, watching her sleep, both feeling a mix of emotions—love, nostalgia, and something more, something that was bringing you closer again.

when you left the room, the silence that followed was filled with tension, but it wasn’t a bad tension. it was a tension full of possibilities, of things left unsaid. seungcheol closed the door softly, then turned to you. "she was so happy today. thank you for this, y/n."

"i was happy too, cheol," you replied, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it. he had always been "cheol" to you, and in that moment, it felt natural to call him that again.

he smiled, a smile that warmed something inside you. "i missed you," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "not just because of our daughter, but... you. i missed us."

his words hung in the air, and you knew the moment had come. everything that had been repressed, all the unspoken words and hidden emotions, began to surface. "i missed you too," you confessed, your voice shaky. "but i was so scared, seungcheol... scared that we’d make the same mistakes again."

he took a step towards you, stopping just inches away. "i know i made mistakes, and i’m sorry for all of them. but i never stopped loving you, not for a second. and today, seeing our daughter so happy, here with you... i realized there’s still something between us, something that might be worth fighting for."

you felt your heart race at his words, at the way he was looking at you with such intensity. "are you saying... you want to try again?"

"yes," he whispered, reaching out to gently cup your face. "i want to try again. i want to be a family again. if you still want that too."

tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, unable to speak. instead, you closed the distance between you, leaning in until your lips met his. the kiss was soft, tentative, but it held the promise of so much more—a new beginning, a second chance. your bodies molded to one another with an ease that felt natural, as if all the scars and distances between you had never existed.

seungcheol pulled you closer, his hands firmly gripping your waist, and you found yourself sinking into that familiar, comforting feeling where the world around you ceased to matter. the warmth of your bodies, the feel of his touch against your skin, all of it stirred memories of times before the divorce, when you were inseparable, when the problems had not yet overshadowed the love you shared.

as the kiss deepened, the passion between the two of you reignited in an almost desperate way, as if you were trying to make up for all the lost time. seungcheol's hands traveled up your back, exploring every curve he knew so well, while you held his face, feeling the softness of his skin under your fingers. there was an urgency in his movements, as if he were trying to imprint himself in your memory, and you felt the same desire to make him understand just how much he still meant to you.

when you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, but neither of you moved away. seungcheol rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, while his fingers remained tangled in your hair. the silence between the two of you was filled with rapid breaths and the sound of hearts beating in unison, as if both of you were trying to absorb what had just happened.

"i love you, y/n. i always have," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion, the truth of his words echoing in the space between you.

you felt tears welling up again, but this time they were not of sadness, but of relief, of a renewed hope seeping into your heart. "i love you too, seungcheol. i always have. but i need to know that we won't lose ourselves again."

he opened his eyes, and what you saw there was a determination you had never seen before. his eyes, dark and intense, showed the depth of what he was feeling, the gravity of the moment. "we won't, y/n," he promised, his voice low but filled with conviction. "we'll do this right, together. for us and for our daughter. i won't let you fall again."

the intensity of his declaration made your heart pound harder. you were there, in a vulnerable place, but it was exactly what you both needed—to remember how perfectly you fit, how you were made for each other, and how, despite everything, that love still existed and was strong enough to survive.

the night continued, not with more words, but with gestures. you both let the feelings speak for themselves, rediscovering each other slowly and carefully. seungcheol's hands traced your contours as if he were rediscovering familiar territory, and at the same time, something entirely new. each touch, each caress, reignited something within you both, an old desire that had never disappeared, only lain dormant.

the intimacy between you was familiar, but there was a new layer of depth, an understanding that both of you had changed and grown, and that now you were ready to try again. the walls you had built, the hurts of the past, all seemed to vanish as you gave yourselves to one another.

when you finally nestled in bed, with seungcheol's arms firmly around you, something inside you settled. his chest was the safe haven you had lost, the place where all your fears and uncertainties seemed to disappear. the past was there, yes, but the future seemed brighter than ever, as if all the broken pieces were finally falling into place.

for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that everything would be alright. seungcheol was by your side, and you knew that together, you could overcome anything. he kissed your forehead softly, and the warmth of his touch was the confirmation that this was where you had always meant to be.

i think you would like to be informed that the second part is available. thank you for your support and patience, by the way. ( @kkkthrn @coupsbestleader @minhui896 @bouclesdefeu @lanatheawesome )

[justakiro]

WHO THE HELL IS DAVE?

୨୧ — ꒰TWISTED WONDERLAND X READER

୨୧ — ꒰in which the boys who have fell head over heals for you, but you mention another name when having a romantic moment with them. Leading to many misunderstandings

Ft. Ace, malleus, idia

A/N: I most likely was on steroids the whole time I wrote this. Anyways reblogs and likes are appreciated.

THE TWO OF YOU - had just finished classes and planned to bond with each other, for you and him did not have any other plans. Unbeknownst to you, he had already planned this out. He planned to get closer to you using the time and utilize it as an opportunity to ask you out.

Ace

You and ace were chilling inside your dorm, chatting casually and exchanging light jokes with each other. He fidgeted with his hands, patiently waiting just for the right moment to take the hit and ask you out right on the spot.

"You have something in your mind?" you questioned him, the look on his face gave away everything. It was now or never!

"Yeah actually-.. Do..you mind if we could hang out after school? Maybe play some arcade" Ace took a glance at you while he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, seeing how you nod your head, he suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline through his veins

"I'd love to Dave"

Well damn.

-Word's couldn't express how his excitement went from 0-100

He thought you were just playing with him till he heard you apologize, saying Dave was a friend you used to hang out with alot.

He brushed it off of course, acting cool and smug at the outside. But in the inside he was basically dying

He didn't want to accept it, but he was beginning to think this Dave person was someone very close to you. So close it made him shudder for it was so unbearable.

You two still went out together after of course.. But the look on his face made it seem like the light had sucked out every single soul in him.

Asked cater to find this Dave person even though there was probably a million of them.

It wasn't long though before his jealousy turned into determination.

Oh so what, this Dave was close to you? Pfft, that was all in the past. HE was gonna be the closest to you now, not him.

Idia

You and idia always hang out with each other after classes but today was different! Since idia himself invited you to his dorm to play games, give each other tips and tricks on the games you both shared a common interest in.

But little did you know this was the final step into finally asking you out! (staying in his dorm more)

See idia wasn't an oblivious person when he started to develop feelings for you.. He was just thinking about how you deserved someone better. But to be honest if he DID see you with someone else he'd immediately feel jealous.

So it was now or never!! He mentally prepared himself for 3 weeks for this moment! Also Ortho was hiding somewhere with a earmic to help Idia steal your heart!

Both of you were just in his room playing games like usual, Your eyes were fixated on the screen though, the only sounds being the keyboard tapping and how focused you are in defeating this boss once and for all.

And when Idia caught a glimpse of the word's 'You Died' pop up, he knew it was go time. Ortho rooted for him... And probably was the only one rooting.

With a final deep breath he tapped your shoulder with his finger that was shaking immensely "I-Uhm, (Name)... Since you're still you know getting wrecked by this boss... W-Wana h-hang out more in my dorm?...." Idia just continued to shrink more and more as he continued to talk, don't blame him though this was his very first time asking anybody out.

With a joyful smile you nodded your head at him "Mm! Sure Dave" you immediately covered your mouth accidentally saying the name of your friend back at earth.

You swear you saw Idias soul start descending to hell with his face flushing in embarrassment while you tried to comfort and apologize to him that it was a mistake.

-Idia you sad sad man...

His mannerisms show how he wanted to dig himself a hole and never return on the surface ever again

3 weeks of mentally preparing himself and he got called another person...

When you left his dorm thinking he needed some time, Idia immediately wailed on the floor using his hoodie to cover himself further

Ortho emerged and comforted him, already trying to track down who this Dave person was.

A tiger is strong but not as strong as Idias mood swings. At first he was depressed over the fact that his crush called him someone else but then got frustrated.

Does this mean Dave frequently plays games with you? Bring him to the ring and Idia will show them how much of a pro gamer he is

He programs a virtual person of Dave inside a game and just spam kills them over and over again to make his frustration subside.

Happy ending though since both of you still played games and you finally defeated the boss.

Malleus

Malleus had always been a gentleman to you the moment his eyes spotted you at the ramshakle, he often showed a softer and sweeter side towards you and nothing like what people imagine him as a cold and mercy less dragon.

He didn't try hiding his feelings either;holding hands, playing with your hair, gifting you things he thought would suit you, all of that kinds of things.

So expect that one day he would abruptly climb your window and ask you if you'd like to be his partner.

Now listen, imagine at 2 in the morning you wake up to the presence of green eyes staring at your soul politely saying to be his partner.

So you took the most reasonable answers, you were either high or still dreaming.

"O-Okay Dave" you accidentally spurted out the name of your closet friend back in your childhood.

Malleus was full on ready to get on one knee until you suddenly said 'Okay Dave?'

Who is this person named Dave? A friend? A significant other? Friends with benefits? Whatever it is Malleus felt something awful inside his stomach

Went to Lilia to ask him for dating advice and told him to 'climb up a window and propose your love to them right away' !

Is this Dave person trying to steal you from him? He doesn't like sharing you know.

You swore a bright flash of thunder strook and hitted a tree nearby making you almost jump outta bed.

You calmed the pissed dragon off though saying it was a mistake, coming up with an excuse that Dave was a made up.

This made Malleus slightly calm down and not strike everything down on his way.

You saved a life of a unfortunate Dave...

But Malleus still got on one knee and proposed to you, but you said you still weren't in the age of marriage yet making Malleus understand your reasoning, he'll just wait patiently for the right moment again.

[piancqwrites]

Annoying

Synopsis ➸ Ever since you were kids, Kenma Kozume found you annoying. He doesn’t hate you, but he doesn’t particularly like you.

Next Chapter ➸ Part One | Part Two

Tags ➸ Kenma is mean here, the reader is female, Kuroo tries his best, multiple parts

divider by @strangergraphics-archive + @strangergraphics

Her stats are way too high... my shields aren't working...

The volleyball slipped from Kuroo’s small hands, bouncing wildly on the playground before rolling away. It traveled with surprising speed, disappearing around the corner of the school building. The sound of the ball hitting the pavement echoed through the playground, drawing everyone’s attention.

"I'll go get it!" you shouted, already chasing after the ball with your tiny legs pumping hard. Your sneakers slapped against the ground as you ran, your pigtails bouncing behind you. The afternoon sun bathed everything in a warm, golden light, and the scent of freshly mowed grass filled the air. The playground was full of children's laughter and the squeak of swings, the soft buzz of summer that wrapped around the school like a blanket.

"Thank you!" Kuroo called out, his grin wide and toothy. He was still missing a front tooth, which only made his smile more endearing.

As you disappeared around the corner, he turned to Kenma, who was sitting on a nearby bench with his handheld game console. "So, what do you think of her, Kenma?"

Kenma barely glanced up from his game, his fingers deftly pressing the buttons. The soft beeps and boops from his PSP filled the silence. His cat-like eyes were narrowed in concentration, reflecting the bright screen of his console. The sun cast a soft glow on his pale skin.

"I don't like her," he muttered, his eyes never leaving the screen. His face was scrunched up in concentration, a look of intense focus that was common for him. "She's just so... annoying."

Kuroo sighed, leaning back on the bench and kicking his legs out. He looked over at Kenma with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You know, she’s not that bad. Maybe if you tried talking to her more…" He swung his legs, the movement a restless expression of his energy. His hair, always unruly, fell into his eyes, and he brushed it away with a careless swipe.

Kenma snorted, finally looking up at Kuroo with a flat expression. "Why? She talks enough for both of us." His words were blunt, but his tone wasn’t mean—just matter-of-fact, like he was stating the obvious. He glanced briefly in the direction you had gone, his eyes flicking back to his game almost instantly.

The sun caught the amber in his eyes, making them glint momentarily.

Kuroo chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe you just need to give her a chance. Who knows, you might actually like her."

Kenma’s lips twitched into a brief smirk. "Doubt it," he said, returning to his game with a slight roll of his eyes. His fingers moved deftly over the console, the game absorbing him once more.

Moments later, you reappeared with the volleyball, your cheeks still flushed from your sprint. You dropped back onto the bench next to Kenma with a relieved sigh, the ball empty from your hands as you passed the ball back to Kuroo.

He returned to the playground while you remained on the bench, beside Kenma, alone.

The sun had begun its descent, casting long, golden shadows that stretched across the playground, creating a warm, tranquil ambiance.

Kenma, absorbed in his handheld game console, barely acknowledged your return. The screen's faint glow illuminated his face, highlighting his intense focus as his thumbs moved swiftly over the buttons. The beeps and whirs of the game created a soft, rhythmic background noise that seemed to separate him from the lively surroundings.

You turned to him, eager to engage in conversation. “Hey, Kenma,” you said with a bright, cheerful tone, “do you think we could play together later? I’d love to practice some new techniques with you. What do you think?”

Kenma barely registered your words, his concentration firmly locked on his game. He was in the middle of an intense level, where every move required precision and focus.

Your voice cut through his concentration like an unwelcome intrusion.

You continued, not noticing the growing tension in Kenma’s demeanor. “I’ve been working on my serve a lot. It’s not perfect yet, but I think with a bit more practice, it could be really good. Even Kuroo said so... and I was also thinking about trying out some new video games. They seem like a lot of fun. Do you have any recommendations?”

Kenma’s patience began to wear thin as the steady stream of your questions and comments seemed to invade his personal space.

The rhythmic beeps and whirs of his game became increasingly drowned out by your incessant talking.

Each time you spoke, it pulled him further away from the virtual world he was so engrossed in. His fingers moved mechanically over the console, but his frustration was mounting.

He tried to focus on the game, but the growing pressure of your voice eroded his ability to concentrate. The bright screen, once a source of escape, now felt like a barrier between him and the increasingly irritating reality. His brow furrowed as he struggled to block out the constant stream of chatter.

Game Over.

“Can you just—” Kenma snapped, his voice sharp and edged with frustration. “Why do you keep bothering me? You keep talking and talking, asking questions, and giving opinions. It’s like you don’t know when to stop.”

His outburst cut through the warm atmosphere of the afternoon, the tension palpable as his irritation became the center of attention. The playground’s lively sounds seemed to fade into the background as your face fell, the playful energy you had been trying to project replaced by a look of hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to cause—”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Kenma’s words were harsher than he intended, his frustration manifesting in a painful burst of honesty. “You’re such a nuisance.”

Your face flushed with a mix of shock and pain. You fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just remembered that I have some homework that I didn’t finish... tell Kuroo that, yeah?”

With that, you swallowed the words stuck at the edge of your throat, the sting of Kenma’s harshness too much to bear.

Tears began to spill over as you hurriedly grabbed your things.

You avoided Kenma’s gaze, your movements hurried and fraught with emotion as you fled the playground, leaving behind the warmth of the afternoon sun and the echo of his hurtful words.

Kenma watched you leave, the immediate release of his frustration giving way to a crushing wave of regret.

The virtual worlds on his console felt empty now, their appeal diminished by the weight of his own guilt.

The playground’s vibrant energy seemed distant and muted, the golden light casting long shadows over the path you had taken.

Kenma watched you leave, the immediate release of his frustration giving way to a crushing wave of regret. He clenched his handheld game console, the once comforting device now a reminder of his harsh words. The vibrant sounds of the playground faded into a distant hum as he sat there, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders.

He glanced down at his game, the familiar screen now dim and lifeless. With a sigh, Kenma turned it off, slipping it into his pocket.

Kenma needed to apologize. He knew that.

But after that day, he never got the chance.

[wileys-russo]

drunk in love II a.russo x reader

started as a blurb....fell in love with drunk lessi and it became a fic

drunk in love II a.russo 4.5K words

you had almost drifted off to sleep, eyes heavy and struggling not to slam closed when the sofa began to vibrate underneath you and your ring tone jolted you back into reality, sitting up at the sudden noise.

with a frustrated huff you began digging around beneath the copious amount of blankets and pillows you were buried under to find your phone, finally finding it on what must have been its last ring.

seeing your girlfriends name and positively adorable contact photo flash on the screen you clicked accept, nestling the device between your ear and shoulder and settling yourself back into the sofa, pausing the tv.

"hi baby, you alright?" you asked softly with a smile, wincing and holding the phone away from your ear as your girlfriend loudly yelled out hello, and based on her struggles not to slur or skip over her words she'd had just a few glasses of wine.

having played one of the best matches you'd seen in months the blonde striker had scored the winning goal against arsenal today. having celebrated her win with her at the stadium you'd left her to carry on the celebrations at mary's house, encouraging she spend some quality time with her team mates and you'd spend her entire day off with her tomorrow.

it had taken the stubborn striker some convincing to agree, but once you'd roped in her best friend to help you argue your point she'd gone willingly, not without pressing a searing kiss to your lips and mumbling how she would be missing you the entire time.

admittedly you had missed her, but a night in to yourself to catch up on love island and sloth out on the sofa wasn't something you disliked by any means.

you and alessia were both incredibly independent from a young age and it meant you had made a point to respect when the other needed some space or time away, and you'd like to say communication was one of the main strengths of your near two year relationship.

"my beautiful gorgeous lovely girl can you come and get me?" the blonde slurred and you smiled hearing ella yell out in the background to say please and the sound of a loud smack to which alessia loudly protested and another slap sounded before you heard millie intervene.

"children the pair of you, honestly! I don't know how you put up with them." millie grabbed the phone the comment directed to you, confirming it was indeed time for your girlfriend to head off home and asking if she and ella were able to get a lift back to her place which you instantly agreed to, not wanting any of them to get in an uber in their current states.

"thanks sexy bum! can't wait to see you." you heard ella now grab the phone cheering drunkenly as once more there was a loud slap and you chuckled hearing alessia instantly kick off, yelling that no one was allowed to call you that but her as the sounds of a struggle continued and millie took the phone back, telling you to call her once you were outside.

slipping into a pair of your girlfriends trainers she'd left laying around for herself to trip over you grabbed your car keys, contemplating for a fleeting moment if you should dare to take alessias merc. though knowing how she could be when she was drunk you decided against winding her up any further and locked the door after you.

having been to marys house for dinners and movie nights almost as often as your own you arrived in record time. you tried to call millie but the girls phone rang out, your girlfriends also doing the same and tooneys seemingly dead as you shifted the car into park and stepped outside.

knocking a few times on the door you could hear music pumping from inside and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. thankfully it was only a tipsy looking mary who opened the door, the taller girl wrapping you in a tight bear hug and carrying you inside much to your laughs and demands to be put down.

no sooner had your feet hit the floor though did a bundle of blonde hair slam into you, almost knocking you to the ground as alessia clung to you as if you could fly away at any moment. "hello gorgeous." the blonde grinned instantly pressing her lips to yours, you quick to shove her off as she tried to ram her tongue down your throat, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink as a few of her team mates whistled jeeringly at the spectacle.

"hello, you taste like red wine." you smiled in amusement, spotting millie trying to wrestle ella back into her trainers and jumper much to the younger girls insistent protests that she wasn't ready to leave yet. "i may have had...just a little bit?" alessia grinned, tips of her ears flushed a deep shade of red which was another giveaway as to how drunk she really was.

"oh my favourite! TOONEY!" alessia hollered loudly, dropping your hand and stumbling over to her best friend as young hearts run free blasted over the speaker, the two girls wrapping one another in a hug and jumping around the room screaming the lyrics with a resounding amount of passion but very out of tune.

grabbing out your phone you took a quick video, joined by millie who shook her head at the pair and kissed your cheek in greeting, starting to make her rounds saying goodbye to those who were still present.

leaving your girlfriend to finish her performance you did the same, exchanging congratulations and hugs with the women scattered around the room, promising mary you'd definitely join them all next time as the song changed and your attention shifted back to alessia.

with the assistance of a few of the girls you managed to get alessia and ella outside, mary blowing you all a kiss before she disappeared back into her house. "can i please smack your bum to wind less up?" ella whispered in your ear with a cheeky smile and you nodded with a sigh, knowing the younger girl would likely do it anyway even if you'd said no.

"oi less your missus said i'm fitter than you!" ella teased, smacking you and sprinting off as alessia let out a loud war cry and charged after her, somehow managing not to trip over her own feet as her long legs easily caught up to the younger brunette. 

"should we just let them chase each other home?" millie contemplated as the two of you leant against your car, watching as alessia easily took ella down with a shout, the two of them rolling around and wrestling like school children on marys front lawn.

"if i drove off less would probably run after the car for at least a few blocks." you shrugged, millie grinning at you and bumping your shoulder before pushing herself up and letting out a deep sigh, marching over to the two.

"alessia!" you eventually called out watching millie struggle to separate them without being pulled into the squabble herself, crossing your arms over your chest as the blondes head popped up and stared at you over millies shoulder.

"baby i'm tired can we please go?" you asked softly, alessia nodding enthusiastically and grabbing ellas collar practically dragging the girl over to the car and shoving her in much to tooneys ongoing cries she didn't wish to be manhandled.

allowing alessia to have control of the music the car ride was filled with excitable chatter as you pulled out and headed off toward millies home, ella staying the night there as her boyfriend was away for the weekend.

the topic changing to what you'd gotten up to that evening the conversation switched toward the latest few episodes of love island you'd been catching up on. millie and you spoke animatedly about the ongoing drama as she was also caught up, ella drunkenly yelling along to the music at the top of her lungs with her head slumped against the window, breath fogging up the glass.

feeling alessias hand settle on your thigh you didn't think much of it, the action not uncommon from the incredibly touchy girl whose affections only increased whenever she'd had a drink or ten.

though as her fingers wandered up the inside of your shorts dangerously close to your underwear you were quick to grab her hand and place it back in her own lap, staring at her firmly and shaking your head, the blonde only sending you a lopsided smile and sinking down further into the seat.

"alessia." you warned quietly when her hand once more grabbed at the inside of your thigh, pushing up and into your shorts as you gave her another firm stare, yanking her hand off you and tightly gripping it, holding it down on the console as you pulled up outside millies home.

"bye sexy bum." ellas head darted forward to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek as alessia gasped and reached around in her seat to try and hit her best friend, narrowly missing as the brunette slipped out of the car with a laugh.

you watched as her and millie stumbled up the driveway, making sure they'd safely gotten inside with a wave before driving off. it would seem that all of the excitement your previously chatty girlfriend mustered had faded away as you glanced over a few minutes later to see her asleep in the seat beside you.

"less, come on baby we're home." it would also appear that the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed had finally caught up with her as she muttered something in gibberish and closed her eyes again, crossing her arms over her chest.

with a chuckle you slipped out of the car and made your way around to her door, carefully opening it and unbuckling her seat belt, poking at her until she finally groaned and allowed you to pull her up and out of the car.

"come on less I need you to work with me here!" you grunted as the taller girl leant completely into you, doing your best to support her from falling as you kicked the car door shut and dragged her with you up to the front door.

realizing she'd swiped your house keys earlier to throw at ella you rummaged through her pockets trying to find them. "i don't know where they are okay!" alessia groaned drunkenly, throwing her hands in the air and narrowly missing hitting you in the face as you finally fished the keys out from her back pocket.

"oh I like when you touch me there sexy." the striker slurred suggestively trying to grab your hands as you wiggled the key in the lock, sighing in relief as it finally popped open. "come on." you heaved as you slung the girls arm around your shoulder, pulling her inside and kicking the door closed before prompting dropping her down on the sofa.

"okay i don't think i've seen you this drunk before." you ran a hand through your hair and shook your head both in disbelief and amusement at her state, which had significantly worsened over the short drive home, pushing away her wandering hands as they tried to wrap around your legs to pull you down on top of her.

"i'm not drunk!" alessia protested with a frown, grabbing instead onto your hoodie and trying to drag you onto the sofa with her as you dug your heels in. "baby i want a hug! come here right now." the older girl ordered with a huff, yanking on the soft material as you managed to pry her hands off.

"later, you need to eat something to soak up the alcohol." you chuckled at the older girls needy behavior as she whined and tried to grab you again. anyone who'd been out with you and alessia knew she could be protective and possessive at the best of times, but when she was drunk? she became aggressively needy and clingy.

"make me a cheese toastie." alessia demanded, giving up on her crusade to drag you down on the couch with a sigh, slinging an arm over her eyes. "make me a cheese toastie..." you trailed off suggestively, awaiting a please.

"now?" alessia guessed seriously, you rolling your eyes in response. "charming aren't you." you mumbled but padded off into the kitchen none the less, hearing your girlfriend unpause the tv and settle down into the sofa, kicking off a few cushions with a grunt.

"here less, eat please." you ordered softly, watching in amusement as the blonde struggled to pull herself into a sitting position before accepting the plate. leaving her to eat you returned to the kitchen, flipping your own toastie and pressing it down with a plate, glancing over to alessia every now and then to check on her.

"baby!" the italian groaned suddenly as you dumped the rinsed pan into the sink and grabbed your plate. "yes?" you asked amused, placing your plate onto the coffee table beside her now empty one. "get me a hoodie." alessia ordered before flopping down on her back on the sofa, looking to you expectantly and making a shooing motion with her hands when you didn't move.

"so bossy." you mumbled but headed for the bedroom none the less. "one of yours!" alessia called after you before laughing loudly at a video which popped up on her phone.

"one of yours." you mocked under your breath, grabbing one of your jumpers out of the wardrobe and slipping off alessias trainers, placing them neatly where they belonged.

"do you need a hand?" you withheld a laugh, alessia doubled over and grunting in frustration as she tried to unlace her trainers. "yes." alesia gave up with a huff, leaning back into the sofa with a glare as you shook your head and knelt down, tossing the jumper at your girlfriends face.

the older girl tugged on the soft material, unaware it was backwards until you glanced up and noticed her struggle. "less oh my god, stop!" you shook her head with a laugh, standing to your feet and lifting the girls arms up, twisting the jumper the right way round and pulling it down over her head, pushing her arms through the sleeves, much like you would dress a child.

"gotcha! c'mere sexy." alessias strong arms wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you down onto her lap as you almost dropped the toastie you'd just picked up. "lessi no I need to eat!" you laughed at her persistence, struggling to pull away from the strikers iron clad grip as you ate.

"i don't care give me attention." alessia slurred with a huff, only further proving the theory she was an aggressive soft, needy drunk.

taking all your strength not to be pulled down by the much stronger girl alessia finally gave up with a groan and withdrew her arms, crossing them over her chest and resting her head against the back of the couch, pouting up at you with a frown as you ate.

"what are you doing now?" you sighed as she suddenly stood, stumbling her way into the kitchen. grabbing both empty plates you quickly followed, alessia's head disappearing into the freezer as you rinsed the plates before leaving them in the sink with the pan.

the blonde reappeared with a half eaten pint of ice cream and a victorious grin, leaning against the fridge and struggling to open her prize.

"give it here you dope!" you laughed snatching the ice cream off of her and pulling yourself to sit on the counter. easily getting the lid off you jammed a spoon inside and held the tub out for alessia to take back.

"feed it to me." the taller girl mumbled, sliding her body in between your legs and running her hands fondly up and down your bare legs, resting her chin on your shoulder as you pressed a kiss to her head.

"you are such a needy drunk." you teased, alessia pinching your leg halfheartedly before accepting the spoon of ice cream you held out for her. "baby you're so beautiful." alessia looked up at you with star crossed eyes and a lopsided smile, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"you're so drunk, but you're very gorgeous." you smiled in return, leaning forward slightly to rest your forehead against hers. "i fucking love you." alessia moved to leave a cold kiss on your cheek, lips lingering there a moment. "i love you too." you echoed back sincerely, tossing the spoon into the sink with a loud clatter as the striker swallowed the last mouthful of ice cream there was.

"you taste like red wine and ice cream, it's a weird combination." you admitted as you pecked at her lips, pulling away with a scrunch of your nose. "oh you're so fucking cute." alessia slurred with a lazy smile rubbing circles into your hips, eyes beginning to droop a little as you ran your hands through her hair with a fond smile.

though you squealed in surprise as alessia suddenly hooked her hands under her thighs, attempting to carry you away out of the kitchen. "alessia no you can barely walk!" you shouted in protest as your girlfriend ignored you and continued pulling you off the counter.

just managing to land on your feet as the girl stumbled, grip loosening she dropped you and your eyes slit into an unimpressed glare.

"go!" you ordered with a point after she'd caught her balance, alessia sulking her way off toward the bedroom as you followed. "alessia, stay here." you warned as alessia collapsed onto the bed, beginning the arduous task of trying to shimmy herself out of her pants. "stop calling me that, you're only allowed to call me; baby, gorgeous, lessi, less, angel, my love, my everything, my-." the blonde pouted at you and began to list off the appropriate names on her fingers as you rolled your eyes and left her to it.

making your way back to the kitchen you grabbed two bottles of water and a tab of paracetamol before flicking off the lights. you knew you'd have no luck trying to get your girlfriend to drink any water now but knew she'd need it tomorrow morning when she no doubt woke up incredibly grumpy with a severe hangover.

switching off the tv and tidying up a little you flipped off the living room light and made your way back to the bedroom. it seemed alessia had given up trying to get out of her pants but had somehow successfully taken her bra off as it lay discarded in the middle of the floor.

leaving the paracetamol and water on her bedside table you darted to the end of the bed, grabbing alessias legs and sliding her pants down her legs before tossing them on the floor with her bra, grabbing out a pair of soft sleep shorts and slipping them on her.

"sit up please." you wiggled your fingers in her direction as alessia heaved and grabbed your hands, you tugging her into a sitting position. "can we at least brush your teeth please love?" you asked with a sigh, helping the taller girl to her feet as she nodded tiredly.

managing to guide her out of bed and to the bathroom you sat the blonde down on the lid of the toilet, not even daring to try allowing her to balance on the edge of the bath, she was enough of a hazard to herself whilst sober let alone drunk.

you squirted on some toothpaste and held out alessia's toothbrush to her, watching in amusement as the girl struggled to complete the task, leaning on a slight angle against the back of the toilet as you both brushed.

pausing for a moment alessia suddenly lurched forward on her feet, stumbling to the sink and rinsing out her mouth before you did the same.

having sobered up a tiny bit since getting some food into her stomach alessia was able to make her own way back to the bedroom, though you still kept a careful eye on her as you walked from one room back to the other.

"what are you doing now less?" you asked tiredly as the italian threw her phone on the bed, a familiar tune blasting out of it as the older girl turned toward her. "dance?" the blonde smiled lazily through half lidded eyes, holding her hand out expectantly

"oh now I know you're drunk if you want a dance." you laughed softly, alessia rolling her eyes but otherwise ignoring the comment, tugging you into her body as you both swayed together to the beat. "hey easy!" you laughed, quick to pull alessia back up as she tripped and almost fell face first onto the floor.

"think that's enough of that, thank you for the dance." you smiled, gently pushing your girlfriend to sit down on the bed who made no move to resist.

leaning over her you grabbed the older girls phone off the bed, clicking pause on the music before plugging it in to charge seeing her battery was lower than your own, alessia busying herself wriggling her body into bed.

"can I have my cuddle now or what?" the blonde asked moodily with a frown. "yes you can have a cuddle now." your body vibrated with quiet laughter as you flipped off the light, leaving the bedside lamp on before climbing into bed beside her.

"you're such a softie." you teased as alessias jumper clad arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down the bed a little, bare legs intertwining as you pulled the duvet up to cover you both. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia mumbled as threateningly as she could manage into your neck, the two of you laying there in one another's hold for awhile.

as her breathing evened out you assumed she'd passed out and reached over her to turn off the lamp. "you know what?" alessia spoke up, pulling her head out of your neck and looking up to you as you quirked an eyebrow curiously in response.

"you have never asked me on a date."

"thats not entirely true i made you ask me out on a date which you wouldn't have done without my push. so I've basically asked you out!" you argued her point to which alessia simply scoffed and rolled her eyes. "ask me on a proper date." the older girl demanded, removing her arms from around you to lean away and cross them grumpily over her chest.

"alessia mia teresa russo, will you please go on a date with me?" you gave in to her moody demands and asked with an adoring smile.

"no."  alessia answered bluntly, rolling onto her side and facing away from you whose mouth hung agape in shock.

"alessia!" you exclaimed shoving the girl who began to loudly laugh, clearly finding herself hilarious in her current intoxicated state. with a roll of your eyes you pulled yourself to sit up, intending to grab a jumper as the temperature had dropped much lower the longer the night dragged on, rain already promised for tomorrow.

"and where are you going?" your girlfriends arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you firmly in place. "to get a jumper it's cold." you mumbled and tried to pull her arms off though it was to no avail. "you don't need one you have me and my cuddles." alessia huffed, wiggling backwards on the bed and pulling you back into the bed with her.

"you are so needy." you shook your head, giving up and pulling the duvet back over the two of you with a roll of her eyes. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia threatened again, resting her head on your chest still clinging tightly to your torso.

"aggressively needy." you whispered to yourself reaching over to flick off the lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness. "baby you smell so good." alessia mumbled as her eyes slid closed, further tightening her hold around you. "thank you, you smell like a bar." you commented back, smiling into the dark as alessia pinched your side unamused.

alessias slender fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your side where your top had ridden up, your hands sliding into the older girls hair, gently massaging her scalp. a comfortable silence falling between them you had almost dozed off before alessia spoke up again.

"I don't deserve you, you know?"

shifting your position you slid down the bed a little to look directly at your girlfriend, nudging her head off your chest, both their eyes having now adjusted to the dark. "don't be daft." you denied the comment, moving your hand and resting it tenderly on the girls cold cheek.

"no I mean it, I don't." alessia struggled to get out, your brow deepening into a small frown at her words. "oh less. baby please don't say that, fate dropped us into each others lives for a reason, and because of that i wake up every day grateful to have met you and to have the privilege to love you and be loved by you." you smiled sincerely, suddenly feeling something wet drip onto you hand.

"oh my god are you crying?" "i hate cheesy rubbish like that!" alessia sobbed and you bit down on your lip to hide a smile at the older girls drunken antics.

"my god you are such a soft drunk." you laughed quietly to yourself, thumb gently wiping away the remaining tears which threatened to fall before pressing a soft kiss to the strikers lips.

"shut up or-" "or you'll smack me, yes I know." you shook your head with a smile, rolling onto your back as alessia tucked her head back into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your smaller frame. "good." the blonde grumbled tiredly, your hands sliding up the back of her jumper to lightly scratch up and down the girls bare back.

"go to sleep my love." you whispered in amusement pressing a tender kiss to her warm forehead, alessia muttering something along the lines of an i love you before her breathing evened out and her tight grip on your top loosened a little.

you drifted off into your own dreamless sleep, wrapped up in your little love bubble, with your big drunk softie.

[reidingandwriting]

Lover (Steve Harrington’s Version)

Chapter One: It’s Nice to Have a Friend

“Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand”

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Fem!Reader, some cursing throughout, references to Steve and reader having not so great parents.

A/N: I have churned out this entire series within a week LOL. Shoutout Stranger Things brainrot for returning, I think I’ll be writing a lot more Steve centric fics.

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You weaved your way through the crowds, the cool not-quite-spring air hitting you as you walked further from the school. You smiled as you heard your name called, and you immediately turned in his direction to wave. You walked a little faster, apologizing when you brushed someone a little roughly as you passed them, and you beamed up at Steve when you were close. Wordlessly, the two of you began to walk towards his car.

You lived on the same street as Steve Harrington, so naturally the two of you became close during your childhood. You were only a few months younger than Steve, but he had gravitated towards taking on a protective role towards you as you grew up. During middle school, he walked you home every day and now that you were in high school, he continued taking you home- just in a car this time.

“Are we going to mine or yours?” You asked as you tucked your hands deeper into your jacket pockets. You had overslept this morning and forgotten your gloves in your rush to get ready, and you were regretting it as the wind picked up.

“I was thinking yours? If that’s cool. My parents are supposed to be home tonight,” Steve said with a slight frown and you nodded. Steve glanced at you and dug into his pockets before he held his hand out. You eyed the bundle of brown fabric in his hands and you smiled graciously at him as you took the gloves.

“Thank you. And mine is perfect. My parents are on some trip so I’m alone for the rest of the week.” Steve frowned when he realized it was only Tuesday. He didn’t like the idea of you being alone that long, but his and your parents were similar in many ways- they were both fans of the absent parenting method. You and Steve were both happier with your parents gone, as fucked as it was. “Wanna stay over tonight?”

“I should go home,” Steve drawled as he opened your car door. You climbed into the seat and shut the door behind you as Steve went around to the driver’s side. “You sure you don’t mind?” You hummed your affirmation while Steve settled into his seat and you leaned forward to turn up the heat. You laughed as Steve swatted at your hand before you pouted.

“It’s freezing!”

“You’re so dramatic,” Steve said as he pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive home.

“Not all of us are human furnaces.” You huffed and Steve scoffed, turning up the radio and you grinned as you recognized the song. “Ooh, love. Ooh, lover boy. What to do tonight?” You sang along with the radio and missed how Steve rolled his eyes fondly, humming along with your singing. Later that night, you and Steve sat on the couch, pizza boxes discarded on the coffee table as a movie played on the television. You had a book in your hands, and you groaned as you closed it.

“Need a break?” Steve asked and you fell to the side, hitting Steve’s shoulder with an ‘oof’ and Steve shook his head. “You’ve been reading for a while, movie’s almost over.” You looked at the screen, watching for a moment until you recognized the scene. The Shining, one of your favorites. You didn’t answer and Steve poked your cheek. You turned your head, lazily pretending to bite at him and Steve felt some of his worry start to fade away. “You okay?”

“Stressed,” you said simply and Steve sighed as he leaned back against the couch.

“Yeah, me too.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and you watched, tempted to run your own hand through the luscious brown locks. A beat of silence passed until Steve spoke again. “Have you been sleeping okay? You look kinda tired.”

“Dick.” You scowled but your word had no heat to it. “Not really,” you admitted after a second. “My parents have been fighting more lately. College. Dad wants me to stay in Hawkins, but Mom wants me to go somewhere else. Somewhere… bigger.” Better had been the word she used, which had led to an argument where your dad accused you of thinking you’re better than Hawkins and the life he gave you wasn’t good enough, blah blah blah. You didn’t understand why you had been brought into it when you were literally sick in the bathroom, but whatever. Everything was always your fault when it came to your dad.

Steve worried about you. Your parents may have been more physically present than his, but they emotionally were just as absent. They only cared about you when it came to their reputation, and as long as you weren’t ruining the family name, you didn’t exist in their eyes. Your mom… she tried to be better, but with how your dad was, she chose to silently support you with money snuck to you when they’d be gone on long trips. Quietly slipping you information about colleges far from Hawkins, far from Steve. And you deserved better, you deserved to leave Hawkins and accomplish things no one in this small town could ever dream of achieving. But selfishly, Steve wanted you to stay. You were his best friend, he needed you home. When you were little, you had always joked about running away together. Now, he honestly considers it every day.

“Have you decided what you want to do? For college?” Steve asked and you blindly reached for his face, patting until you found his mouth and covered it while you loudly shushed him. “Mature.” Steve’s words were muffled by your hand and you squeezed his face before dropping your hand.

“Don’t wanna think about it. Don’t wanna think about anything,” you said. Steve leaned his head to the side, your hair brushing against his cheek. “How are the kids? We still taking them to the rink Saturday?” Steve welcomed the topic change and he hummed.

“If you still want to go, yeah. Dustin will probably be all pouty if you can’t make it, but he’ll deal.” Dustin had taken a strong liking towards Steve, so naturally he had grown closer to you as well. “Still can’t believe this is how I’m spending my Saturday.”

“You love them,” you said and Steve didn’t have time to defend himself before you yawned.

“Come on sleepyhead, you’re delirious now. Bedtime.” Steve carefully moved you off him and you fell back over with a whine. Steve said your name and you huffed before you sat up, groaning like the task was the hardest thing you had ever done. Together, the two of you took the pizza boxes to the trash and turned all the lights off. You double checked that your door was locked before you turned to Steve.

“Stay?” You asked as you and Steve walked towards your bedroom and Steve nodded. “Thank you. I don’t, I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“No need to thank me.” The nickname that fell from his lips made your cheeks feel warm and you were grateful for the darkness to hide the smile on your face. You settled into your respective sides of your bed, the moonlight illuminating your features just enough for you and Steve to see each other. “Goodnight.” Steve whispered and you smiled as you closed your eyes.

“G’night, Stevie.” Steve watched you for a minute after you had drifted to sleep, the tension in your body finally melting away. Steve felt himself start to fall asleep and he slowly reached out, brushing his hand against your own as he slept. Neither of you had slept that well in ages.

-

“I need a break!” Steve called as he less than gracefully skated towards the exit of the rink and you passed him quickly, giving him a double thumbs up as you continued to skate. Steve was grateful when he sat down in the booth and Nancy looked over at him, amusement in her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing! Just enjoying seeing them happy.” You had all been through hell and back and it was moments like these that Steve remembered that Dustin and all his friends? They were just kids. Kids who had saved the town twice already, kids who had fought things Steve never would have imagined could be real. Watching the group of them skate, playing games in the arcade… he hoped they would have more moments like that. Steve busied himself with retying one of his skates as Nancy spoke again.

“You should tell her. Before graduation.”

“Not like it matters much,” Steve scoffed. “I didn’t exactly have colleges fighting to have me. I’ll be in Hawkins for god knows how long. But,” Steve trailed off as he watched you do some trick that had his heart leaping into his throat. You caught his gaze and you thrusted your fist into the air as you skated by, proud of yourself. “I can’t let my feelings change her decision.”

“Shouldn’t that be her decision?” Nancy asked, voice gentle, but things otherwise fell into a comfortable silence between the two of them. You came by a minute later and you took a seat beside Steve, grabbing your soda from the table and chugging it.

“Dude, slow down! You’re going to make yourself sick.” Steve scolded and you stuck your tongue out at him once you had set your drink down. “Cool trick out there.”

“Scared him to death.” Nancy added and Steve glared at her. Nancy shot Steve a smug look before he looked back at you.

“Dustin said I was bluffing about being able to do it, and I can’t lose a challenge to a child.” The three of you looked at the rink, seeing the kids all waving you over, and you turned to Steve. “Do you want to skate some more? Or is it break time?” You looked between Steve and Nancy.

“I’ll be back out in a minute,” Nancy said and Steve agreed. You started to stand back up and Steve grabbed your hand. You both froze and Steve swore the touch was electric, his hand tingling from the contact.

“Be careful, yeah? Between you and Max, I’m going gray.” You smiled and saluted.

“Scout’s honor.” And with that, you were off back towards the rink. While Nancy teased him about his ‘mother henning’, Steve missed out on the teasing you were getting from Max.

“Just friends, my ass.”

“Do you want to walk home, gremlin?”

[sugar-omi]

Had to go off anon for this one, do not percieve me, but I needed to share the fact that this reminded me of Cove.

i fell on the floor.

i love corrupting cove so much, your sweet boyfriend goes from thinking about how sweet and amazing you are, to that and how good your mouth felt last night. how pretty you looked when you came from his mouth..

or he can't stop thinking about when you snuck him into your room for some cuddling and alone time with him under the guise of "taking a nap."

but such a sweet moment turns into you moving your pants down just enough to expose your bottom half, letting cove sink into you while he spoons you from behind, his breathy moans and gasps right against your ear..

or when you finally have a night alone with him, your moms out on a date night and cliff believing that you're still out with your friends.

which you would be with them still if you didn't leave early. cove's touch too hot against your skin, your core aching with need... you've both opened a door you can't close. not that you even want to.

especially not when he pushes you up against the front door, not even letting you lock it before taking up your lips, tugging on your clothes and quickly pulling you towards the couch so he can push your legs up/apart, all but snatching off your bottoms so he can get his mouth on your sex.

or when he finally sinks into you, so happy to finally bury that fat cock inside your warm, wet walls. he can't help but be a little enthusiastic, any whiny. oh his sounds, especially when you first have sex...

so whiny and desperate, so cute. his body responding to every feather light touch, and damn near blue screening at the heat of your insides. it'd be a miracle if he didn't cum early. being inside your hole is so different from your mouth... and the way you clench around him. god. he's in fucking pieces

and you know he gets ahead of himself when he's close, so his body leaning forward forces your legs up near your shoulders, forcing his cock deeper than you could even take.

when you get lost in the cloud of lust, lost in exploring each others bodies, chasing every pleasured spark under your skin until it turns into a hot flame.. you both get a bit mindless. your only focus and only coherent thought is the endless sensation of pleasure.

you love when he picks up the pace, desperate to succumb to the white hot pleasure of his orgasm, desperate to have you clench around him as you finish, call his name in that pretty voice and claw down his back, hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer, thrusting your hips up.

when you get caught up like this, it's almost like you're using each other to get off. you pushing cove onto his back so you can ride him, your butt smacking against his thighs every time you slam down, wretched moans ripping from your lips when his cock hits that sweet spot deep inside your walls. or when he parts your legs to make room for his body, watching how his cock sinks into your willing body...

jfc i can talk about this forever

[ultravionna]

fine line ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

𐙚 dallas winston x soc.ᐟreader꒱

warnings: none.ᐟ

a/n: wrote this while on a twelve hour road trip w no proofreading lol. sorry if there’s any typos angels

⤷ *based on request linked here* ༉‧₊˚✧

you had always known there was a line between the socs and the greasers. there was a visible barrier, separating two worlds that were never supposed to mix. you had crossed that line the moment you fell for dallas winston, the rough-edged greaser with a reputation that preceded him. you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you hadn’t expected it to blow up like this.

an argument had started over something small, something you couldn’t even remember as the words slipped from your lips, earning you a ‘what’d you just say?’ from dallas. then a few snide comments between the two of you—but it escalated quickly, spiraling out of control like a car skidding on ice. dallas had always had a short fuse, and once it was lit, there was no stopping the explosion.

hand grasping the wheel as his other was raised to his mouth as he bit his nails out of habit, he hadn’t said much for the past few seconds, just that cold, distant look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know. and now, as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, staring at the screen but not really seeing it, you knew the moment had come.

“so, you been lyin’ to me this whole damn time, huh?” he spat, his voice low and rough. “makin’ me think you were one of us. a greaser.”

you sat there, baffled, as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. “dallas, i never lied to you,” you said, your voice shook with sincerity. “i never pretended to be a greaser. i never pretended anything. i’m still the same person, the same girl when w—”

“no, you ain’t, you’re a damn soc.” he snapped, turning to glare at you. his eyes were dark and heavy with hurt and something else, something that looked a lot like distrust. “greasers don’t have rich folks waitin’ at home. we don’t have the luxury of pickin’ which side we’re on. we don’t get that choice, alright. we’re born into this life, we don’t get to step in and out whenever we please.”

you took another breath in as if the air around you grew tight, your heart breaking as you watched him unravel. “dallas, it’s not like th—”

“then what is it like?” he demanded, his deep brown eyes blazing with anger. “you tell me, what is it like to pretend to be like one of us then get to go back to your perfect little life at the end of the day? what’s it like to play both sides, huh?”

you felt tears sting your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “i didn’t wanna tell you because i knew you’d react like this,” you said, your voice trembling.

“i knew you’d think i was just some rich girl slumming it with ah grease. but that’s not what this is. i’m not like them, dal’. i’m not.”

“i never wanted to play both sides,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i just wanted to be with you. i thought… i thought we could be together. i thought that it didn’t matter where i came from.”

he scoffed then, but there was no humor in it. “yeah, well, it matters to me, man. i don’t wanna be some experiment for a soc tryin’ to get her kicks. i’ve been through enough of that shit.”

“that’s not fair,” you said, your voice breaking. “i never wanted to hurt you. i just wanted to be with you. i thought you’d understand.”

“understand what?” he shouted, his anger boiling over.

“what, that you’re just like every other soc i’ve ever known? that you’re lookin’ down on me, thinkin’ you’re better than me?”

“i don’t think i’m better than you,” you cried, the tears finally spilling over. “i love you, dallas. doesn’t that mean anything?”

for a moment, he looked like he might break, like the wall he’d built around himself might crumble. but then he shook his head, his expression hardening. “no,” he said, his voice cold. “it doesn’t. not anymore.”

his words were like a knife to your heart, and you felt the pain of them cut deep. you couldn’t stay, not after that. not when he looked at you like you were a stranger, like you were nothing.

“i guess i was wrong about you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “maybe you’re just like all the other greasers—too stuck in your ways to see what’s right in front of you.”

you turned and got out of the car, your footsteps heavy against the gravel of the drive in as you left him behind. you didn’t look back, couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face. you just kept walking, the tears blurring your vision as you tried to hold yourself together. but inside, you were falling apart, piece by piece.

dallas sat there, staring out of the car window. he could still hear your words echoing in his head, accusing him, hurting him in ways he hadn’t thought was possible. he had been angry, so damn angry, but now that you were gone, all he felt was empty. like the fight had drained him of everything, leaving nothing but a hollow shell.

“damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

he knew he had messed up, knew that he had let his pride and his temper get the best of him. but the thought of you being a soc, of you being part of the world that had always looked down on him, was too much to handle. it made him feel small, like he was nothing, and that was a feeling he couldn’t stand.

but now, standing alone in the silence, he realized that maybe he had been wrong. maybe you weren’t like them, maybe you really were different. and maybe, just maybe, he had pushed you away when he should have been holding on tighter.

-

the days that followed were pure hell for dallas. the gang noticed the change in him immediately. he was more irritable, more prone to snapping at them over the smallest things. his usual swagger was gone, replaced by a brooding silence that hung over him like a dark cloud. he didn’t talk much, didn’t smirk, didn’t even bother to flirt with the girls who passed by. it was like he had lost a part of himself, and he didn’t know how to get it back.

“man, you really messed up this time, dal,” soda said one evening, leaning against the wall as he watched dallas fidget with his lighter. “you’ve been actin’ like a bear with a sore head ever since that damn girl done walked out on you.”

“shut up, man,” dallas muttered, flicking the lighter open and closed. “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“but we do,” ponyboy added, sitting down next to dallas. “we all know what happened between you two. and we know you’re missin’ ‘er.”

“so what if i am?” dallas snapped, his voice harsher than he intended. “it don’t change nothin’. she’s still a soc, still one of them.”

“maybe,” johnny said quietly, his dark eyes full of sympathy, “but she’s also your girl. and that means somethin’, right?”

dallas sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. he was tired, so damn tired of fighting, of feeling like he had to prove himself all the time. “i dunno, man,” he said, his voice weary. “it’s just… it’s complicated, y’know?”

“yeah, we get it,” steve said, leaning forward. “but maybe it’s not as complicated as you think. maybe you just gotta stop bein’ so damn stubborn and go after her.”

“and say what?” dallas asked, his voice thick with frustration. “that i was wrong? that ima piece of shit for what i said?”

“yeah,” ponyboy replied, his voice soft. “exactly that.”

dallas looked at them, his gang, the only family he had ever known. they were all looking at him, waiting for him to make the right choice, to do the right thing.

“alright, alright,” he muttered, standing up. “i’ll go talk to her. but don’t go thinkin’ this is gonna be easy.”

-

when you saw dallas at the drive-in, your heart skipped a beat. you hadn’t expected to see him, hadn’t expected him to come after you. but there he was, standing in the middle of the crowd, looking as lost as you felt.

he was out of place here, in the world of the socs, but he didn’t seem to care. he was focused on you, and only you. the movie was playing on the big screen behind him, some old black-and-white film that you both loved to watch together. but all you could see was him, standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes searching for yours.

“dallas, what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “i was wrong,” he said, his voice low and rough. “i was wrong about everything.”

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, i was scared,” he admitted, his voice shaking slightly. “scared that you were too good for me, that maybe you didn’t really want someone like me. that maybe you were just playin’ me.”

“dallas, i never—”

“i know,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “i know that now. but at the time, all i could think about was how much i didn’t deserve you. how much i didn’t deserve to be with someone like you.”

he took another step closer, until he was standing right in front of you. “but the truth is, i don’t care if you’re a soc or a greaser or whatever. all i care about is you. and if you’ll have me, i’ll spend the rest of my life tryin’ to make it up to you.”

you looked up at him, your heart in your throat. you wanted to believe him, wanted to forgive him, but the hurt was still fresh, still raw. “how do i know you won’t push me away again?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“you don’t,” he said simply. “but i’ll do everything i can to prove to you that i won’t. and if i mess up, i’ll keep tryin’ until i get it right.”

he reached out, taking your hand in his. “i love you, baby” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “and i’ll never stop fightin’ for you. never.”

the words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, neither of you moved. then, slowly, you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too, dallas,” you whispered.

the relief on his face was almost palpable, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his arms, holding you close. the movie played on behind you, the sound of the actors’ voices blending with the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

“d’you remember our favorite scene from this movie?” dallas asked, his lips brushing against your ear.

you nodded, smiling against his shoulder. “of course i do.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. “then let’s watch it together. like we used to.”

you nodded, and he led you to a spot where you could both see the screen. the gang had followed him, watching from a distance as dallas wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as the movie played on.

and when that familiar scene came on, the one where the main lead finally confessed his love to the girl, dallas leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered the lines along with the actor, his voice low and full of affection.

“you know, sweetheart, i never thought i’d find someone like you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “but now that i have, i’m never lettin’ go.”

you smiled, leaning into him as you whispered the responding line back, “i’m not going anywhere.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple, his arm tightening around you as the movie continued to play. and in that moment, with the gang around you, the movie on the screen, and dallas holding you like he never wanted to let go, you knew that everything was going to be okay. because no matter what, you and him would always find your way back to each other.

[priincebutt]

How about Henry who never fell asleep with anyone else around, because he never trusted anyone and had an image to uphold, falling asleep on Alex all the time when they're hanging out (even with other people) because he feels safe. Can be canon or AU. :)

Hey anon!! Thank you for this lovely little prompt! This is a super short response, but I didn't want to drag it out because I think it works as just a silly lil domestic drabble. Hope you enjoy!

Movie night has kind of become a thing for Alex and Henry now that they have a space that’s their own. It feels domestic, like they’re allowed to have their own slice of normalcy despite everything they’ve been through. On Friday nights when most people their age are going to the clubs or hitting up dive bars, Alex and Henry curl up on their couch with a bowl of popcorn, boxes of pizza, and a bottle of wine and choose a movie out of a bowl. The movies they put in there are an amalgamation of favorites, ones that haven’t been seen, and new releases they both were anticipating, and this way they don’t fight over what to watch (which of course happened on their inaugural movie night).

This week, things look a little different. Alex is in his usual spot on the couch with Henry curled up into his side. Nora and June have commandeered the love seat across the way, their sides touching, their legs intertwined, arms slung over the arms of the chair haphazardly. Percy is in Henry’s favorite armchair, a vintage thing they found at a flea market that he had reupholstered in a cream brocade that somehow matches Percy’s overly stylish sweats. Bea occupies the final seat on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, chin balanced on her hand, elbow perched on the arm of the couch. It’s not often that the super six are all in the same city together – business keeps them all bouncing around the globe, or firmly planted across the pond, or overly worked in DC, but they always found their way back to each other eventually, and this weekend it was a trip to New York City, with Bea occupying the guest bedroom in the Brownstone, and Nora, June and Percy all staying in a local hotel close by.

“The Mummy is an integral part of the bisexual experience!” Alex had yelled in excitement when the title had been announced as their watch for tonight. “I’m so excited for you to see it, Hen, Brendan Fraser is so hot, and it takes place in Egypt, you guys are going to love it.”

June and Nora had enthusiastically agreed, and Percy and Bea and Henry all shared a look and a laugh, an understanding passing between the three of them – they love these silly Americans enough to suffer through any movie for them.

“Fine, but I still can’t believe it wasn’t Notting Hill,” Henry had harrumphed, like it was a real struggle to curl up into Alex’s side and watch a movie full of attractive actors on the screen.

Everyone settles in as the movie starts, and pizza and popcorn is passed from hand to hand. It doesn’t take long for The Mummy to capture everyone’s attention, and only a few hushed whispers are occasionally passed as Evie and Rick run from the bad guys and race to find Hamunaptra.

They don’t even get halfway through the movie when Alex notices it – Henry’s head is heavy on his shoulder, his breathing regular and his chest rising and falling slowly against Alex’s side. Alex ducks his head and peeks at Henry, and the small, satisfied smile that curls across his lips is genuine. Henry’s fast asleep on his chest, despite him being engrossed in the movie only moments before. Alex doesn’t wake him up, though, just runs his fingers through Henry’s golden hair and presses a reverent kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, then turns back to the movie. They make it a few more scenes before Nora catches on and alerts June to the snoozing Henry, which in turn gets Pez to coo at them softly and Bea to share a small, private smile with Alex.

—

Henry, an infamous insomniac, passed out across Alex’s chest and snoozing like a baby. Bea remembers how hard it used to be for Henry to sleep, how he used to fight sleep like it was giving in to weakness to lay his head down and rest. He deserves this, she thinks. He deserves someone he feels comfortable enough around to fall asleep on, in the middle of a room full of people, in the middle of a loud, action packed movie. Henry deserves Alex, who lulls him to sleep and knocks him out despite it all.

Nora and June are in the kitchen making a box of brownies they found in the pantry, and the credits are rolling when Bea conspiratorially leans in to Alex and smiles brightly.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother sleep in a public space. This is… impressive.”

“Quite,” Percy agrees in a quiet tone, his own smile telling as he looks from Bea to sleeping Henry then back over to Alex. “Henry’s always been so… strange about sleep. Didn’t want people to know he did it or something,” Percy laughs as he shakes his head.

Alex smiles sweetly down at Henry, his affection easily apparent as he brushes a lot of hair from Henry’s forehead. “This is his home, he can be comfortable here. I’m proud of that,” Alex admits quietly, not budging an inch in hopes of allowing Henry to sleep longer.

“I’m so thrilled to see him this happy,” Bea admits, her tone easy and her eyes bright. “You’re so worthy of his love, Alex.”

[lokabrenna-writes]

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

[daisyblog]

Our Heartbeat

Young Love Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis have their first ultrasound.

warning: pregnancy, ultrasound

The early spring sun woke YN from her short slumber. She tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to sleep. Louis’ loud snores kept her company but teased her, the reality of her being unable to sleep whilst he slept peacefully.

Deciding to begin the day, YN gently stretched as she sat on the side of the bed. She glanced at Louis who was still sleeping, his arms now stretched across both pillows.

Walking into the kitchen, YN was greeted with Jay and Lottie who were laughing about something she had missed moments before. “Morning!”.

“G’morning my darling…did you sleep alright?”. Jay asked, as reached across to the drainer to get an extra mug to prepare tea.

YN sat in the seat next to Lottie, the younger girl reaching across to give her a small cuddle. “Not really, I think it’s the nerves”.

“You’ll be fine my love…I’ll be right by your side”. Jay tried to reassure her, but it was easier said than done. She could see the worry written all over YN’s face. “Here…have a cuppa and toast”.

YN gave her a grateful smile, as she picked up the triangular piece. “Thanks Jay!”.

Being surrounded by Louis’ sisters definitely took YN’s mind off her appointment. The way Lottie and Felicite showed her different dance moves, made her smile with happiness at their innocence. The twins had asked her several times to draw them pictures, from flowers to princesses.

“G’morning to all my girls!”. Louis walked through the kitchen door, rubbing his sleepy eyes as entered.

The were a round of mornings around the room. Louis found his way to YN, leaning down and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Morning!”. He placed a gentle peck to her cheek, aware his sisters were in view.

YN’s hand found his. “G’morning!”. She turned her neck to face him. “You alright?”.

“Yeah…a bit nervous but we’ll be okay…yeah?”. Louis’ voice was gentle, as he gave a soft smile. His eyes distracted by YN’s.

YN nodded, trying to hide how nervous she was. They were walking into the unknown and that terrified her.

---

Waiting for her name to be called felt like a lifetime. YN was sure she had read every poster covering the while walls about hundred times. She was eager for the appointment to be over with.

“YN LN?”. A woman in blue called, a sweet smile welcoming them as the three of them walked towards her. “Hi…I’m Fleur and I’ll be your midwife today”.

“Me Mums a midwife”. Louis blurted out, pointing to his Mum who was next to them.

Fleur’s smile got larger as she looked at Jay. “Oh well you’re in good hands at home then”.

The midwife had taken them to the ultrasound room and explained that she would see them later to take YN’s details and perform some tests.

The sonographer instructed YN to lay down on the bed and expose her still tiny tummy. Louis and Jay sat on the seats next to the bed and waited for the moment they longed for.

At the feeling of the cold gel hitting her tummy, YN let out small hiss, causing Louis to chuckle. The little moment caused the couple to share a smile, one that made Jay look on in admiration.

The room fell into silence as the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy, back and forth, side to side. “And…here’s your little baby!”.

There in black and white, was their baby. Two tiny arms, two kicking legs and a petite little head. YN felt a gush of love fill her heart. She had never felt a feeling like it. The reality of carrying a little baby inside her, had sunk in for the first time in weeks.

Louis couldn’t take his eyes away at the mini version of him and YN that covered the screen. A sense of purpose hit him and in that moment nothing else was in important except his little baby and YN. Their own little family.

Jay had five children and she loved them all deeply for their own personalities. They had brought her so much love, joy and laughter but seeing her first baby’s baby wriggling around the screen was a feeling she’d never forget.

YN turned to face Louis, and they realised they both had tears running down their cheeks. Louis reached over and wiped a stray tear from her cheek before placing his lips on hers in a sweet kiss. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby”.

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else”. YN spoke, as she reached to hold Louis’ hand, smiling as he brought it up to his lips.

The sonographer moved the probe a little, and pressed a few buttons on the machine. A loud sound filled the room, each of them feeling the relief of hearing it for the first.

“Thats my new favourite sound”. Louis spoke into the room, not at anyone in particular but himself.

“Our heartbeat!”. YN closed her eyes, basking in the precious moment of seeing their baby for the first time.

---

Later that evening, Louis and YN were enjoying some alone time as they laid in bed the scan photos in Louis’ hands as they started lovingly at them.

“I’ve never been so excited for anything!”. Louis explained as he studied the black and white photo.

“You’re going to be the best dad”. YN complimented as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Louis left a quick peck to her hairline. “You’re going to be the best mum!”.

“Do you wonder what they’ll look like and who they’ll be?”. YN thought out loud, her hand finding its way to her tummy.

“Yeah…but I want to give them the best life possible”. Louis maturely spoke, meaning he had really thought about this. “I’m going to do everything I can to give you both the life you deserve”.

“We’re so lucky to have you…you know that?”. YN cuddled further into his arm, craving that comfort after a long day and the first trimester tiredness hitting her.

“I’m the lucky one”. Louis’ hand found its way to YN’s tummy, his hand give it a gentle rub as he realised she was about to fall asleep at the feeling.

After a few minutes, YN breathing had changed and Louis smiled at the sight of his love’s eyes contently closed as she caught up on some sleep.

Louis lips placed small pecks to YN’s tummy, he was longed for the day he felt their little one move around and respond to their voices. “I love you baby tommo”.

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@ell0ra-br3kk3r @slaymybreathaway @wh0s-nadii

[peachhcs]

sunday mornings

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

slow mornings with will and samy

word count: 1.7k

warnings: kissing, hickeys, kind of suggestive but not really, samy and will being cutie

fr in my posting era this is a valentine's day post, but the story doesn't center around v-day. i kind of wrote this as if samy goes to bc instead of michigan in this, so yeah just ignore that. i thought this was cutie and wanted to post it in honor of valentine's day :)

au masterlist

the sun poured through the blinds. rays of light hit will's dorm room at every angle, creating one directly across samy's eye-line. the warmth of the rays and the harsh beams of light in her eye caused a stir. typical morning disorientation caught up to her as she blinked a few times and tried remembering her surroundings. everything fell into place when she felt will's strong hold on her torso and his face buried into the crook of her neck, still fast asleep. no wonder why the sun wasn't in his eyes.

the brunette smiled briefly before stretching as much as will's hold would let her. somewhere was her phone that she tried reaching around for. she finally got ahold of it and the screen lit up displaying the numerous notifications on her lockscreen, but all samy cared about was the time. 10:30?

it was rare having will still asleep beside her at such an hour. more often than not, he'd be long gone at morning practice and probably just getting back as samy woke up. having him in bed still was quite a rarity and one the brunette planned to take full advantage of. sunday mornings were will's off days which meant he was always inviting her over to spend the night so they could wake up together. samy loved mornings with will.

she shut her phone off, forgetting it somewhere on the bed again and turned her body further into her boyfriend's. she reached her arm around to begin gently pulling her fingers through his messy curls. he always looked so peaceful when he slept. samy knew how much he needed the sleep considering how early he was up at every other day of the week.

their limbs were tangled together making it so samy couldn't leave even if she wanted to, but she didn't plan on leaving such a serene moment. if she could, she'd stay in this position forever and she knew will felt the same.

both being student-athletes left little time during the week for them to see one another. the weekend was truly the only time they got it to themselves and it always went by too fast.

will stirred a moment later. he shifted, pulling his face back from samy's neck and blinking like she did to regain his surroundings. once it came back, his sleep-ridden stare met hers.

"good morning," samy whispered softly.

"good morning pretty girl. what time is it?" will mumbled as samy flushed at the nickname. no matter how tired will was, he always had her blushing like a little girl.

"like 10:30," the brunette said, her fingers reaching up to rid the hair from his forehead.

"10:30? been awhile since i've slept that long," will mumbled.

"well, you definitely deserve it. hungry at all?" samy began making a move to get up, but will's hold quickly tightened to keep her in place.

"no, no not yet," the boy said a little too quickly making the girl chuckle.

"not yet?" she raised her eyebrow, fingers still racking through his soft curls.

"i am, but i don't wanna leave this moment. not yet. i wanna savor it some more," will answered honestly making samy flush. she settled herself back down and will shifted around so her head was on his chest instead. his strong arms had her in a tight hold and samy felt a gentle kiss being placed onto her head. 

the girl smiled, enjoying the sound of will's heartbeat and his gentle touch against her skin. his one hand traced little shapes into the exposed area of her waist. as samy listened though, she could feel his heartbeat speeding up and she knew that meant will was getting anxious about something. she placed her hand across his bare chest, starting to rub soothing circles into his skin. 

"you okay?" samy wondered. 

"hmm?" will mumbled and the girl lifted her head up to meet his gaze. 

"you're thinking about something," the brunette said simply. will raised his eyebrow, confused on how she knew that. "your heart starts beating faster when you're thinking about something," she filled in the gaps. 

a tiny blush began spreading across will's cheeks, "sorry, i didn't know you knew that." 

"wanna talk about it?" samy offered, shifting herself around so she could see will better and still lay her head on him. 

the boy was silent for a moment, his fingers still drawing mindless shapes into samy's skin. opening up wasn't easy for will, but he'd gotten better since him and samy started dating. she just patiently waited until he was ready knowing he'd start talking eventually.

"for some reason i can't stop thinking about leaving you for california next year," the blonde finally got out. samy's face softened as she reached up to caress his cheek. 

"any reason why it's been on your mind?" the girl wondered as will leaned into her touch, briefly closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her hand on him. 

"i don't know. maybe because this time next year we'll be across the country from one another," will mumbled a bit sadly. 

"true, but you'll be doing something you love and have dreamed of doing since we were kids. you'll have so many new friends," samy tried looking on the bright side for him. 

"it won't be the same without you there. i've never done this without you before," will commented making samy flush. it was true that she'd been with will through his entire hockey journey. 

even when they were kids, she was going places with him and cheering him on from the stands. it was hard to think about the fact that next year they wouldn't be together. samy had obligations to finish out school and continue with soccer before she could even think about following will out to san jose. 

"it will only be for two years. it will fly by," samy tried a different approach. the blonde could only shrug though. clearly, this was plaguing his mind much more than samy thought. 

"what if we can't do long distance? what if our relationship can't handle it?" will started rambling his "what if's." the brunette frowned. will didn't get anxious a lot, but when he did, it definitely took a toll on him. 

"i mean..i can't say for certain, but i'd like to think that we can do long distance. there were months that we spent apart when we were younger and didn't see each other until summer," samy rubbed will's arm, trying to ease his now racing thoughts. 

"that was different. that was before i realized i liked you and i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," his words had samy blushing again as she quickly hid her face in his chest before he saw. 

"i guess it's just that all my life i've been focused on hockey and i never thought i'd have someone that makes me want to stay. i'm scared of being away from you because i've never felt this strongly about someone before until i realized you've been right in front of me all along," will admitted. his words took samy by surprise because she never knew he felt that way about her. 

"will.." the brunette flushed and tugged her arms around her boyfriend. 

"sorry, that was really sentimental," the blonde flushed, but samy shook her head. 

"no, don't apologize. i feel the same way. i've always been so dialed into whatever sport i play i also never thought i'd have someone. i'm glad you're the someone i have though," the girl grinned. will quickly returned her smile, placing little kisses all over her face. 

"i know it's scary, but the two years will fly by. plus, we still have right now. we have another whole year of college to get through before we start thinking about long distance and california and everything," samy said softly. 

"you're right. i gotta get out of my own head," will chuckled. 

"i love you, will." 

"i love you too sweet girl," will smiled and brought his lips down to connect with hers. 

after a moment, will's lips started moving down. he attached them to samy's neck, kissing little marks into her skin before he continued down to her collarbone and chest. the girl flushed as her hands dragged through his hair, occasionally pulling when will kissed particularly hard in a spot. 

"you're gonna make me get chirped at," samy mumbled with a small laugh. she knew her teammates would have a field day when they saw the marks, but she also couldn't get herself to pull will's lips from her skin. 

"is that a problem?" will met her gaze, a smug expression on his face 

"people are gonna stare," not that samy cared if they stared. she just knew the girls would go crazy later. 

"so? let them stare. they'll know you're mine," will almost grumbled the last part. 

will wasn't necessarily the jealous type, but he liked making sure people knew what was his and right now he had a strong urge to make sure everyone would know. samy reached up to start nipping at will's own neck, trying to return the favor. she knew she couldn't leave marks where any skin would be visible on the ice, so she tried pushing her lips further down. 

will let samy flip them over so he was sitting against the headboard. she continued working her way down to his chest where she knew she could suck pretty hickeys into his chest. his skin grew warmer under her touch, face flushing at the affection. 

"you're gonna get me chirped at," the boy mumbled, but a smile sat on his lips which indicated that he didn't care. 

"it's not like it hasn't happened before," samy giggled making will's cheeks blush for probably the 10th time that morning. 

she leaned back, admiring the work and the pretty marks forming across his skin. "maybe we should head downstairs before the guys start wondering," samy laughed, making a move to get up but will held her down again. 

"five more minutes?" the blonde grinned, a pleading look in his eyes. 

samy rolled her eyes, but she gave in. time with will was precious and she didn't care if they spent the entire day in bed as long as it was with him. 

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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[brewed-pangolin]

Tailgate Movie Night

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Synopsis: You and Soap take advantage of a warm summer's night to hit the drive-in. Yet halfway through the film, your attention gets pulled to a more tranquil scene before you.

Warnings: None. Fluffs galore.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night if you begged for it. The warm summer air cooled with a gentle breeze that came in the moment the sun descended below the distant horizon. A crystal clear night. The dark, black expanse of the sky blanketed in countless stars, so many you were unable to discern the distinct formation of your favorite constellations within them.

And popcorn. So. much. Popcorn.

As you made your way through the vast jungle of parked cars, you let your mind wander and take in the sights and sounds around you.

The endless parade of movie goers lining up at the concession stand.

A series of high-pitched screams of children scurrying around the grass laden parking lot.

And the delicious aroma of salted butter filling your sinuses as you made your way back to your parking spot. Needing both hands to cradle the massive paper bag of popcorn your lover always insisted on during movie nights.

And you obliged, as always. Movie theater popcorn was, after all, his guilty pleasure. And you were certainly not going to deny Soap MacTavish of his most prized culinary obsession.

As you continued to meander through the last line of parked cars, your eyes finally caught sight of Soap’s other most prized obsession; his 4Runner.

Your lips involuntarily curled into a smile as you watched him make the last-minute touches to the back of the compartment. Transforming a typical cargo hold into a full-blown comforting sanctuary.

Built in air mattress. Pillows set up against the backseat and sides of the trunk. And a plethora of blankest set out at your disposal. In other words, perfect.

“Lookin’ good, Johnny,” you called out with a grin permanently etched onto your lips.

“Aye. Jus’ need one more thing,” Soap replied, reaching over the backseat to grab the cooler and a six pack of Irn Bru.

“You splurgin’ tonight. Aren’t ya, love?”

“I earned it, lass. Got the botched crest to prove it,” he answered with a head tilt and a smirk.

The chunk of hair missing from his distinctive mohawk more visible in the dim light and the peach fuzz of new hair growth just beginning to cover the scar left by the grazed bullet.

“It’s an interesting look, Soap. Got a bit of a, I don’t know, Stegosaurus vibe to it.”

“Shut it, lass.”

“Why don’t you just shave it?”

Soap fell silent. Immediately shooting you a playfully repulsed glare and grabbing at the immense bag of popcorn from your hands.

“Away n’ biel yer heid.”

“Yeah. Fuck you too, babe.” You smiled brightly back at him, climbing into the back to take your place snuggled up next to him.

Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you reached over into the giant bag of popcorn nestled between you and found it to be nearly completely empty. Cupping a few straggling upopped kernels into your hand, you glanced over and took in the blissful sight before you.

Soap MacTavish. Your Johnny. Fast asleep against the pillow next to you.

In normal circumstances, you would jab into his side and rile him up to keep him awake. But now, with how peaceful he looked, you wouldn’t dare stir him from his whimsical slumber.

Instead, you turned your attention from the film on the oversized outdoor screen to the tranquil scene of calmness beside you. Lightly tracing your fingers along the top of his scalp as you laid on your side, ever so slowly running your fingers through the remnants of his mohawk as he breathed steadily within the grip of deep sleep.

Soap always had trouble sleeping at night. Whether it be from the nightmarish memories of his previous deployments, or new found fears he had only just begun to conjure up within his mind, sleep always seemed to perpetually dance around taunt him, no matter how hard he tried to give in.

But here, in the back of his 4Runner and amongst a crowd of movie goers and intricate white noise, he could find peace. And you’d be damned if you did anything to take that away from him.

You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment at how easily you fell in love with watching him sleep. And guilty, a sense that somehow you were almost stealing these precious moments of rest from him. Taking advantage of his unconscious vulnerability for your own selfish need to witness and cache these serene moments for yourself.

And you did.

As the dim light of the drive-in danced across his dreamlike expression, you shifted all focus and attention from the film to bask in the tranquility that was him.

Laying your head on his chest to lose yourself in the rhythmic cadence of his heart. A gentle smile curling into your lips as you felt the groggy movement of his arm behind you, pulling you in closer with a sleepy groan.

The world slowly began to melt away as you both enjoyed the closeness of one another. Low, rumbling vibrations of the films soundtrack rolling through the hull of the vehicle, eliciting a muffled giggle as your mind recalled a more robust vibration Soap preferred in the back of his 4Runner.

"What's s'funny, hen?" Soap managed through a drowsy whisper. Tilting his chin down to tenderly kiss the top of your forehead.

"Nothin'. Just enjoying the moment, love."

"Mhmm. Yer a terrible liar, lass."

Your smile widened, looking up to meet the cerulean fire of his eyes draped behind heavy lids. His signature mischievous grin telling all you needed to know about his full intentions for the night.

And you were more than happy to put on a show for him. Appreciating his decision to park in the back as you both created your own soundtrack for the night.

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mad // Kylian Mbappe

warning: english is not my first language :’)

You know that Kylian is a very hot-tempered person. He can get angry very quickly at something or start ignoring you just because he is in a bad mood. You are used to it and at these moments you are trying to calm yourself first of all, so as not to say unpleasant words to each other. You know that he is not a bad person and such a character doesn’t make a person basically bad. At first, when this happened, you were constantly crying, but after a while you realized that he didn’t want to show himself from this side and was trying to control it to the last. In general, it’s better not to make Kylian angry. But if he restrains himself with you, then with others he loses control.

This happened before the start of the match, when one of the players on the opposing team said that he will fuck you after this game because PSG will lose. And Kylian turned to the conversation. At that time, Kylian didn't care whether the broadcast was live or not. Without hesitation, he approached the guy and wanted to push him, but didn’t have time. The guys from both teams immediately ran up. "What the fuck did you say? Pray that I didn't hear it right" – you saw it all on the screen at the stadium. The guys calmed him down, but Kylian was furious and it was evident from his facial expressions. Mbappe isn’t a weak person, he can stand up for himself and for the person he loves. Unfortunately, you didn't understand what they were talking about. But it pissed you off that this guy was smirking. The match started, Kyky seemed to be in earnest, he constantly tries to make tackles to get the ball and runs insanely fast with it to score. At one of the moments when Kylian had the ball, the same guy who started talking about you before the match made a tackle. Of course he fell, but immediately got up and ran to this guy. "You're lucky we're playing because I'd kill you here," – Kylian yelled at him. Everyone immediately approached them to calm down. The referee showed a red card to Kylian. Mbappe waved his hand and left the field. The rest of the time he wanted to hit this guy harder and then kiss you in front of everyone, so they would know you belong only to him. Althroght, PSG won this match, but he didn’t feel better. Kylian took the phone to sen message to you. "Where are you?" – he was going to go to the shower, so he sat with a naked torso. "I'm waiting, let's hurry, babe," – you instantly answered. "10 minutes," – you read and flipped through the instagram feed. You saw him and smiled. Kylian took your face in his hands and kissed you on the lips, then moved to your cheek then to your neck. Your hands roamed his back. You were ticklish because your neck is your weak spot. He put his hands on your waist and started kissing your lips again. "You are my comfort" – he said and kissed you again. You felt his tongue. Kylian slowly kissed you, enjoying the fact that you are all his. His hands went down to your ass, you felt embarrassed, because you generally forgot about the people who see all this. All the guys passed you in the hallway and, of course, saw how you two are infatuated with each other. You pushed him away from you, pressing on his chest with your hands, but did not have time to say something. "I fantasized so much while sitting on the bench during the game that I want to urgently bring it to life," – Kyky whispered in your ear, savoring every word. You got goosebumps and you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds. "So what are we waiting for?" – Kylian didn't waste any time, took your hand and led to the exit.

[rustboxstarr]

Hiiii! How about one where you and Eddie are arguing about keeping the house clean and you tell him you're not his mother to clean up after himself and he just gets angrier until you decide to punish him by not letting him touch you AT ALL and he's fine with it until days pass and he becomes needy AF and you want to give it to him, but not until he complies with your requests of him doing house chores and never once hearing him complain. He agrees but only if you let him absolutely destroy you

🌹The Incentive🌹

Summary: Your work trip is cut short and you're welcomed to a lovely... pigsty. Eddie has to do some real changes and surprisingly, Robin has the solution, cue some horny and desperate ass misery for Eddie hehe.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut.

Domestic fighting, fear of domestic abuse, talk of R being homeless, talk of rape threats (NOT FROM EDDIE!), low-key kinda toxic for a sec, use of Y/N, yeah homeboy has undiagnosed ADHD, fluff, nakey nakey, Oral m & f receiving, slightly dangerous deep throating oop, P in V, reader is 25 and Eddie 26, established relationship, let me know if i missed any!

Wordcount: 19.5 k

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I am so sorry it took such a long time to post it but I loved writing it! ❤️ I originally had another approach but I think this one is better haha. I did also create some media for visuals (I think I should keep doing it in the future, idk why but I love visuals, what do ya'll think?) so feel free to check them out! I suggest having a look at them before you start reading :)

Feel free to request, I loved doing this!! ❤️❤️❤️

PS: I didn't want to spoil the Barbie movie other than basic information so its kind of slack but yeah just fyi there is a mention of it :)

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“Oh my fucking god Eddie! I’ve been gone three days, three!” your mouth had dropped wide open as well as your laptop bag which thudded to the floor with the shock you were experiencing when you came home. Dirty dishes piled up on every single empty space -not already occupied by rubbish, food not put back in the fridge, empty beer and soda cans- occupying the kitchen counters. Shoes were haphazardly strewn across the entrance to the door, each one seemingly kicked off, your own were knocked over and precious, expensive heels were right in the line of fire for a trampling. Leather, denim, canvas and blazer jackets alike were littered all around the doormat. Multiple empty and half empty pizza boxes lay stacked on the coffee table, that too hit by the hurricane which was Eddie, rubbish, DnD notes, batteries, magazines and just about everything else could be found on the sleek mahogany wood. 

The discarded clothes that littered the hardwood floor acted as a red carpet for the man himself, Eddie Munson, unfortunately, your boyfriend, screaming into his headset while hunched forward to pay undivided attention to the game on screen, sweatpant clothed legs spread wide with two elbows resting on top, connected to his naked torso. 

He jumped in fright when he heard your shrill voice, he clearly hadn't heard the door open. His face contorted into a pained expression as he slipped one of the cups off his ears, watching you carefully as you scanned the apartment in disbelief. “Heyyy… weren't you uh coming home tomorrow?” his teeth were bit tight as his nose scrunched, waiting for the inevitable reaction. 

“What. The. Fuck. Is. This?” it was clear from the tension in your face that you were visibly fuming, smoke may as well be forcing out of your ears as of this moment. “I.. I gotta go” Eddie whispered into the microphone before taking his headset off completely, as he stood up and reached for the remote you lay notice to the smattering of crumbs that rolled off his chest and fell to the floor. “How come you're here so early baby?” his voice was quiet, both in an attempt to sooth you but also to dampen the whole situation. “Don’t you dare fucking baby me. What the actual fuck am I looking at right now?” your eyes were wide, your limbs stiff as board and teeth clenched in anger, no doubt only worsening the inevitable dental issues you would have in the future from your constant mindless teeth grinding. 

“I was gonna clean up I swear” your stare was unwavering and implying he continue. “You weren't supposed to see any of this, I promise, I was gonna clean up tomorrow before I picked you up from the airport” taking slow steps during each word he uttered he arrived in front of you, hands very gently reaching out to hold your hips. 

Well he was fucked. You pushed him away, almost backing into the door behind you as you began, “They cut the trip short so I came to surprise you, and this is what I come home to? Why would it even be here in the first place?! How do you manage to fucking trash our whole apartment, because I’m guessing theres more shit I’m going to find, IN THREE DAYS?!” he physically flinched at the volume of your voice as it rang around the room. “I-I had the guys over” in comparison to your voice Eddie sounded like a little church mouse as he whispered to you. 

“That is not an excuse! Who the fuck doesn’t clean up after having people over?!” you harshly shoved him out of the way as you stomped past him, heels clicking against the floors, having seen the state of the living room on your right and the kitchen on your left your most important place to inspect was the bedroom. 

Once again Eddie flinched as he heard the loud, shocked gasp that travelled down your throat. “I-I just wanted to relax ya know? For the weekend, no tasks, no cleaning and shit” he followed to stand behind you in the doorway. Sheets were crumpled and falling off the bed, the bedsheet barely even covering the mattress, clothes were scattered everywhere, spilling out of dresser doors behind the usually closed wardrobe door, on the floor, on the bed and both nightstands. Papers were littered across the various fabrics, notes and guidebooks to Dungeons and Dragons thrown on the floor, multiple bottles of various makeup and skincare products severed from their neat collection on your makeup table, instead left on the floor after seemingly being knocked down. 

Both Eddie's laptop and your Ipad -missing from its safekeeping in your bedside drawer- almost completely hidden under half of Eddie's wardrobe on the floor, begging to be stepped on.

“RELAX?! NOT CLEAN?!” you swerved around to face him, “YOU DON’T CLEAN, I CLEAN” an angry finger pointed at yourself, “You don’t do shit! I clean the bathroom, I clean the kitchen, I’m almost always the one picking up after dinner-” “That is not true and you know it”

You chose to ignore his comment as you continued working yourself up to a full blown rage-fit, “I do the laundry-”

“I do it too!” 

“You do it when I ask! I make the bed, I take out the trash”

“You barely ever do that, I almost always take it when I go to work-”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” your high pitched screech made Eddie flinch for the third time tonight and it shut him right up. “Its like I’m living with a fucking child. You're a man-child Eddie. You don’t do shit unless I ask you too, and the only reason you take out the trash is because I had to nag you for two whole months! I am not your mother! I shouldn't have to do this!!” 

Oh how you would have loved to just come home to those almond brown eyes, adorable dimples and smiling lips. How you would have loved to just rewind from the five hour flight home from Wyoming after your shitty conference, just strip off, take a warm bath, listen to music and then wrap up with Eddie in bed while you watched Bob’s Burgers and munched on takeout. Exhaustion ached in your limbs and pulled at your shoulders, it crept up within all the tight seams of your pencil skirt and blouse, it pricked at your heels and toes from those stupid stilettos. It itched in the nylon stockings, it ripped at your throat, it squeezed at your scalp, begging someone to release your hair from the confines of the tight bun your hair was wrapped in. It urged and pleaded with you to take a breath and relax. But you couldn't and wouldn’t let it win. 

“I am not a fucking child” and he had the audacity to scoff at you. As if the garbage dump you were surrounded by wasn't already adding fuel to the fire that puff of air definitely did. “Yes! Yes you are! You are 25 years old and you only just moved out of your poor uncles trailer-” 

“Hey I slept on the couch since I was 21 all the way up to 24” 

“And Wayne slept on it since you were six! He’s a fifty year old man, now with a bad back because of you!” 

“Ok can we please not bring him into this?” 

While it most definitely was a good point on your end, you decided to respect his wishes, it was a little, ok, very mean to bring it up and use it against him. Using one of his weakest points against him when you knew it was one of his most shameful regrets. “Fine! How about we talk about you not being able to get of your fucking ass, get your shit together and be a fucking adult sooner? Huh?” 

“Fuck you, I got a job the second I graduated and started saving. Not everyone is as fucking perfect as you and live on their own since they were 17” His eyes screwed tightly shut the second he heard the words fly out of his mouth. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” oh now you were properly angry, how dare he? “I WAS NOT PERFECT I WAS HOMELESS! FOR THREE YEARS!!” angry red hot tears threatened to spill from your water lines at the fact that you had to explain this to him. “I am so sorry baby, I didn't mean it” callused hands found your waist and slipped to wrap around you. 

“Get the fuck off me!” another set of hands pushed with force at his naked chest, willing him off you. “Don't you dare touch me right now” before you could even think over the words you were saying they had already left your throat; “In fact don't touch me at all” well you’d said it now and you sure as hell weren’t going back on your words. 

“What?” his frown only angered you further, you were only an inch close to tipping point, rage boiling throughout your veins, and if you let yourself you were sure you were about to start kicking, screaming, throwing both fists and any object within range at the walls as well as Eddie. “I said DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME, don’t even come near me you’re disgusting” venom was laced in your words as you spat the insult at him. 

“Really you think I’m disgusting?” the annoyed disbelief in Eddie's tone made you actually want to cry, it was as if you were talking to a wall, he wasn't registering a single thing you were saying to him other than the fact that you were having -in his opinion- a bitchfit. You turned away from him in desperation, not being able to look at him. When your eyes fell onto Eddie's bedside table you found the perfect evidence to your point. Stomping over to it you held up the pair of black boxers oh-so carefully thrown onto his lamp. “This Eddie, this is fucking disgusting” you held the underwear up by the waist band to him in show. 

Meeting his eyes you found them wide and swimming with fear, you frowned in confusion, looking back to the underwear and then the bedside table and then you found the icing on the cake, the cherry on top. 

Next to a knocked over bottle of lotion were multiple scrunched up tissues. Dropping the underwear you picked one of them up, holding it out for him. “Is this cum?” the disbelief in both your voice and face caused for an unreadable expression on Eddie's end. “Is this actually fucking semen I am holding right now?!” The wrinkles in Eddie's nose, the scrunched fearful pout and half lidded eyes, forced closed with the movement of his cheeks told you everything you needed to know. 

“EEEEWWW” you screeched, “THE BIN IS RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! Oh my god, I can’t, I’m fucking leaving, fuck this” you stormed past him out in to the open area again. “I am really really sorry” his pleading was lost on you. “Don't” you held a hand up to silence him, “When I come back all this shit” you waved your hands around to showcase the apartment, “-better be gone and properly cleaned up” 

“Wha- Where are you going?” 

“I don’t fucking know but I can’t be here” 

“No baby, please let's just talk about this” his hand reached out to stop yours from grabbing the handbag next to your duffel. “I said don’t touch me! I’m cutting you off!” he frowned at that as you ripped your hand away from him, grabbing the bag and angrily throwing it over your shoulder. “What do you mean you're cutting me off?” true confusion sounded in his words as you turned towards him. “It means until you’ve gotten this fucking shit sorted you’re not touching me, you’re not even going to look at me unless its my face and nowhere else and you sure as hell arent getting kisses, hugs” you began counting off on your fingers as Eddie scoffed “blowjobs, handjobs, boobjobs, you’re not gonna finger me, eat me out, or do anything to me and we’re not gonna be having sex for a looong time” he seemed to finally understand that you were in fact being serious because realisation crept up on his face. A slight hint of desperation showed its trace before it was replaced with mean smugness.

“It’s a two person thing sweetheart, it's not just for me, it’s for the both of us” 

“Yeah? Well I can actually survive without it” your eyebrows raised, anticipating his next words and already prepared with the ‘Oh really?’ look to shame him with. “Puh I can survive without it” he scoffed, Eddie Munson had become predictable, to you anyway, because the look was right on point. “Just last night you were texting me, begging me to go on facetime with you” 

“Couples do that, it's called phone sex” he rolled his eyes. “The night before too, oh! And the night before that as well!” he rolled his eyes harder this time “Wow you caught me I missed my girlfriend jesus christ” you weren't really believing the words you were about to utter, but at this point he was just getting on your nerves with his stupid responses, “Ya’ know what? I don’t think you did miss your girlfriend, everything is about sex with you, it wouldn’t come as a fucking suprise if you’re only in this relationship to get your dick wet, bet all those fucking ‘I love you baby’, ‘I wanna get married and have kids with you’, ‘You mean the world to me’ don’t even mean shit” you whined his quotes, hurt began to show on his face but you chose to push through, “You’re just a fuckin’ manipulator, saying shit cuz you know it’ll get you some” 

The hurt feelings etched in his face dissipated and replaced with anger not unlike your own, “You know that's not true! You know you’re the best fuckin’ thing in my life. Jesus Christ I’m so fuckin sorry I didn’t clean up after myself when literally no one was around to fucking see it! I’m SO sorry that I just wanted a relaxing weekend after slaving away working on trashed cars for clients who treat me like shit!” it was your time to scoff as his voice raised and he was close to shouting. 

The whole thing was too much, nothing had prepared you for this, all you had expected was to come home and spend some quality time with your boyfriend. “I can guarantee you my work is much fucking harder for me” 

“Don't pull that card” 

“Oh no, no I will. Do you have a boss breathing down your neck, pestering you to do his and everyone else's work? No. Do you have 13 hour work days? No. Is your commute to work 3 hours back and forth? No. Do you have wretched coworkers who think it's ok to have a conversation with your boobs? No! Do you have coworkers rubbing up on you without permission? NO! Do you have coworkers who hit on you despite you making it clear you don't want to? Who want sexual favours in exchange for picking up extra shifts? Who threaten to rape you because they don’t get what they want? NO THE FUCK YOU DON’T SO GO AHEAD AND FUCK YOURSELF” neighbours would no doubt be coming up any minute to complain or check on you. If this continued you'd be having a police report on your hands by the morning. 

Tears were running down your cheeks uncontrollably, your voice shook while crescent moons threatened to scar on your palms from how hard you were clenching your fists. Panic spread throughout your body at retelling the tales Eddie had heard long ago, tales you had left dead and buried, tales you had protected yourself from. “I KNOW YOU HAVE IT TOUGH OK? YOU'VE HAD A TOUGH LIFE! BUT SO HAVE I! I JUST WANTED TO RELAX!!” Eddie was shouting now too, his height towering over you as the panic continued to spread, to infect the veins which pumped your blood and leave nothing behind but a rotten carcass. 

For once in your relationship the prospect of Eddie was terrifying to you. The anger in his eyes, in his face, in his whole body. Men were capable of anything, and one wrong button pushed and everything could change, you were a strong independent woman but at the end of the day Eddie was a man, and up against each other, the man will always win. 

“YOU HAD A TOUGH LIFE TILL YOU WERE SIX YEARS OLD! YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER IT!!” Anger overtook the terrifying freight that accompanied the panic, the anger was too strong to take a step back from, assess the situation and consider what you might be getting yourself into. But once the loudest scream of the night had been shouted, had rang throughout the room, you got that chance. You needed to calm down, not just for the sake of the argument or your relationship but for the sake of your body and your life. It didn't matter that Eddie could never hurt a fly, it didn't matter that he would shriek in disapproval whenever someone was about to squash a bug, it didn't matter that he still put out food for the raccoons in the alley behind the auto shop, it didn't matter that he spent almost every waking second cherishing you and reminding you of how deep his love for you ran. At the end of the day. He. Was. Still. A. Man. 

You sighed, “I’m not even gonna get into what my life has been like because I know you know. So just fuck off yeah? Clean up this fucking pigstie and don’t speak to me” you could have continued, you could have gone through your whole life story once again. You could have used the fact that your parents had abandoned you in an orphanage before you could even make any sound other than crying, that the orphanage had shut down in your teens, that you had no one else and lived off scraps, food from dumpsters and eventually soup kitchens, you could have used the fact that you ended up in the arms of a man three times your age who used you for your body and fed you delusions about his love for you against him. But your body ached, ached with tiredness, panic, anger and just about every other negative emotion, you couldn't deal with the shouting, the digging up the past, it was just too much. 

Just as he was about to open his mouth you turned and within seconds you were out of the door and out of sight, running away from the problem as fast as your legs would take you, running away just like you always did. Avoiding the problems. 

The chill night air didn't start nipping at your skin until you’d run as far as you could muster, you couldn't have known that the dismissal of changing into comfortable clothes before the flight would be biting you in the ass. Just as you couldn't have known that a shoeless, shirtless Eddie was running down onto the street in search of you but came up short, with no knowledge of where you were or even what direction you were headed. 

Once you slowed to a stop outside a closed cafe the world seemed to come into view again. Your feet and legs were aching, just like every other part of your body, tears were streaming down your face, your lungs were screaming from the pressure, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Looking around your suffering only intensified when you realised you were sat outside Another Broken Egg Cafe, the central hotspot for yours and Eddie's classic autumn dates, curled up in the corner while rain poured down the windows. A loud sob broke out onto the empty side street, nothing but the light of the street lamps to keep you company as your phone rang. Your lungs heaved as the photo of Eddie wrapped around you with a wet kiss landed to your cheek at Steve’s welcomed you lovingly to accompany Eddie's call. Collapsing onto the step of the door to the mom and pop’s coffee shop you let out a silent sob, eyes shut tight, temple meeting the wall as snot and tears alike streamed down your face. 

The ringing kept egging the tears and panic on so you clicked the off button twice, declining his call and letting silence seep into the dark night. Within seconds the ringing started up again, switching your sound off you set the phone down onto the concrete step and let your head fall into your hands while you quieted down. 

The soft cream blouse offered you no warmth whatsoever when you finally levelled to even breaths and wiped off your bodily fluids on the sleeve of it. The relief of finally letting your hair out and slipping your shoes off only lasted so long before a strong gust of wind interfered with your short lived stability. With time you picked up your phone, opening it up to see 18 missed calls and a near 40 texts within the 20 minutes you'd sat down and an extra 10 you'd spent running. 

A mixture of information texts on your missed calls from your operator and Eddies worried ranting took up the space of your lockscreen before you clicked on the latest one and scrolled up in the chat:

Roommate 🙄

This is now your funeral picture babe

Oh fuck off 

Nope promise, everybody gotta see this

You suck 🖕

Yeah but you swallow ;)

Oh gtg, meetings starting, ill . text you tonight bye love you . ❤️

Ok bye princess, good luck, love you too ❤️

10.04 pm

Where the fuck did you go?

Seriously answer me right now!

I need to know where you are

You cant just run off we need to talk about this

Y/N seriously 

Pick up the phone!!!

This is serious we need to talk about this

Come home right now

Im not fucking around

Come home

Now

You need to come home we need to discuss this 

Answer the phone!!

I know youre mad at me but we need to communicate with each other

I dont like you just running off when youre not in the right headspace

Babe seriously where are you?

Princess please pick up the phone I’m rly worried

Baby please I need to know youre ok

Please just answer the call

Or at least text me so i know ur ok 

Please baby i love you so much❤️

I just want to know youre ok

Just send me your location and i can come pick you up 

Please honey im begging you pick up the phone

Ill clean up the bedroom and you can chill in there while i clean❤️

Sweetheart i beg of you, answer the phone

Please just tell me where you are so i can  come pick you up

I need to know youre ok

Please dont just be ignoring me, i just wanna know youre ok

Its freezing out you dont have a jacket baby 

Srsly youre going to catch a cold

Y/N please, we dont have to talk if you dont 

want to i just want to know youre safe

I need to know youre safe

Please baby 

Youre freaking me out 

Please just pick up the phone 

I feel sick knowing youre just out in the city somewhere 

I just want to know youre ok 

Theres really sketchy people out here, just tell me youre safe

Please let me know youre safe???

. . . 

He's still typing in the chat when you finally finish reading his texts, a sinking feeling surrounds your stomach as you sigh, you weren't ready to make up yet and you definitely weren't in the mood to see or talk to him. 

Roommate  🙄

I'm fine. 

Oh thank god!

Where are you princess? 

I don't want to tell you but I’m ok, just give me a sec and I’ll tell you ok?

Ok baby ❤️

Thoughts were swimming around your head while you exited the app, you knew he was clearly quite worried and at least he did respect your wish not to tell him but you really didn't feel ready to explain everything to him, have to be picked up and have a no doubt long talk about the whole ordeal. All you wanted to do was to sleep. 

“Wassup sexy?” Robin’s cheery voice was what caused relief to rush through you as she picked up the phone. “Hi” your tired and admittedly sad voice was not lost on her and it showed when an almost probably equally worried tone matched the one Eddie would have occupied if you had picked up the phone. In reality Eddie's voice would have probably sounded ten times worse than Robin’s “Hey are you ok? You sound sad”. You breathe an eerie chuckle, “Yeah I’m fine, listen I’m sat outside a coffee shop right now, I couldn't handle being in the house, me and Eddie had a fight, don't worry it’ll be ok but can you come pick me up?” 

“I mean yeah of course, but where's Eddie?” 

“I’m not actually sure, I think he’s in the apartment but more likely he's either texting and driving or running around looking for me. I just” you sigh, “I just don't want to see him right now, I’m texting him but can you please just come pick me up?” 

“Course babes, just send me your location and i’ll be right there”

“Thanks” 

You send off a pin on the map of where you are before you open up Eddie's text chat again. 

Roommate  🙄

I’m on 86th outside ABE but Robin is gonna come pick me up and were going to hers i think

Ur going to robins?

You dont want me to come pick you up?

I’m heading back to the apartment i can just pick up the van and go find u

Yeah I’m sure, I’m sorry baby but I just need some time to think before I talk about it

Got alot going on in my head, just need to figure it out first yk?

I promise I’m ok, were ok, i love you so much ok?

Ok princess, just update me yeah?

Yeah i will

You think maybe you could switch your live  location on snap or something? Or share it for like an hour? Just until youre at Robins

I just wanna know youre ok, itll give me peace of mind 

Ok 

*You started sharing live location*

Thank you baby, I love you so much❤️

I love you too ❤️

Robin came to pick you up within 15 minutes, letting you rant about your feelings the car ride home and offered to sit with you while you took a bath. She helped you come to the realisation that despite Eddie's flaws you couldn't help but love him indefinitely after the past two years where your bond had grown stronger than either you or Eddie had ever experienced with someone else. Although with minimal contact throughout the evening you finally managed to make sense of all the feelings, deciding what you needed was a proper conversation about the situation you had landed yourself in and probably a little time with some space in between you to mull over whatever the outcome of the discussion would be.  Texting Eddie you fell asleep content on Robin's couch. The soft worn green pillows enveloping you in a warm hug along with the teddy fleece blanket over the pair of forgotten sweats you'd left at Robin’s helping you drift off with ease. 

–

Thanks to the cancelled work trip you got the luxury of relaxing on monday, rolling out of bed -or couch more accurately- with a slight tinge in your back. Stretching with a loud yawn you unplugged your phone and wandered over to the bathroom, plopping down on the toilet to catch up with your missed notifications. The time read 10.43 am thanks to the daily alarm you switched off the day before. 

Roommate  🙄 4h ago

Hi sweetheart, just on my way to work but  wanted to say good morning  ❤️ more

Penis hater 🍆 2h ago

Saw you were still asleep so didnt want  to wake you, going to work now, help more

Snapchat

Mommy Steve sent you a snap

Stonerboy sent you a snap

Google maps 39 min ago

You stopped sharing location with  Eddiemunson@gmail.com

A few other random notifications took up the space on your screen before you opened up your phone, responding to Eddie first you wrote;

Roommate  🙄

Ok goodnight honey, sleep well, i love you

Good night ❤️hope you can sleep  without me haha

You know damn well I can't 🙄

Today 6.32

Hi sweetheart, just on my way to work but wanted to say good morning  ❤️ I love you so so much, I’m assuming since the trip was cancelled you get  today off anyway? Either way have a good day, will you be sleeping at home tonight?... I miss you x

Good morning <3 yeah got the  day off, just woke up, yeah i’ll be at home 2night, when do you get off? 

Think its good we have that talk  sooner rather than later

Knowing he was probably busy with his heavy workload at the auto shop you opened up Robins text and responded to that too;

Penis hater 🍆

Gtg, meeting starting

Aight see ya loser!

Bye assface!

Today 8.27

Saw you were still asleep so didnt want to wake you, at work now, help yourself to anything in the fridge but theres leftover pizza if you want that, house keys  are on the kitchen table, just post them through the letterbox when you leave dickhead ❤️❤️❤️

Thank u sm for letting me sleep here, rly robs i appreciate it. Will do!

No probs, always a pleasure to blast out my eardums to cover up your snoring when I’m trying to sleep

Excuse me bitch, I do not snore, if anything your whining and thrashing around in bed woke ME up!

Making me sound like Tina Belcher when you say that… 

That was in fact the intended effect

🖕whatever bro gtg, Steves gonna beat my ass if i extend my toilet break past 30 min

You know a normal toilet break is 5 min right??

Fuck off

Robin answered within seconds of your text, taking the first of many useless breaks to scroll her phone and annoy Steve at the coffee shop downtown. You chuckled at her last text before you began your own 30 minute session of scrolling your phone endlessly on the toilet. By the time 1pm rolled around you had munched on Robin's leftovers, cleaned up the couch, and answered some emails from work, hopping on an IndyGo bus and trampling up the stairs in the early afternoon. 

You had left the change of clothes in Robin's hamper to be left till the next time you crashed at her place and were aching to get out of yesterday's attire the second you stepped through the door. You felt relieved as the newly found state of the apartment greeted you, slightly heartwarmed too but quickly dismissed, your stubbornness not letting you appreciate the fact that Eddie had done a basic human task. The rest of the day was spent in relaxation, despite the bath you had yesterday you felt the opportunity for a selfcare spa day on your day off was too good to pass up. Eddie had texted you here and there throughout the day regretfully telling you he had to work through lunch and couldn't make a phone call but that he would be home latest 6 pm. You did feel regretful however when you thought of your words last night, or more specifically Eddie's words and your dismissal of them. His work had been really hectic recently. The neighbouring venue The Two Brothers Auto Shop had lacked customers over the summer and had been forced to shut down. Their regular customers had found their way over to Safe Haven Automotive where Eddie was employed and Eddie's workload had been almost doubled and it was undoubtedly taking a toll on him. 

You decided you would apologise later. 

-

A heavy sigh escaped your boyfriend's lips as he stepped over the threshold to your shared home, immediately dropping his bags on the floor and stretching his back, joints popping audibly with the movement. Upon hearing his arrival you sauntered out of the bedroom, with a shy and admittedly slightly awkward smile, his face broke into a wide sunshine smile as his gaze met yours “Hi” he bent down to unlace his boots as you leaned up against the kitchen island next to him, “Hi” your voice was soft when he straightened up again. Wanting to make sure there was no awkward tension you leaned up and pecked him on the lips, it was best if you were on moderately good terms, you hadn't had such a big fight with Eddie before, only the occasional argument, so the concept of having to talk the whole thing through was new to you. You were adamant on it going well and making sure the environment was relatively calm was the best way at making sure it went over smoothly. 

“Just gonna go have a shower and then we can talk yeah? I brought poké bowls” he picked up the paper bag from next to his bag as you nodded, beginning to unpack all the items as he made his way to the bathroom. Not long after he was freshly showered and changed, damp hair cascading over his shoulders as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch. Despite the topic of the evening you allowed yourself to admire his sleek hips leading down to a pair of grey sweatpants, scanning the tattoos littered over his torso in adoration and smiling as you inspected his face. Relaxed and slack, neutral with no tug of his plush pink lips, beads of water running down his forehead threatening to collect in the lush lashes of what you so lovingly liked to call his ‘baby cow eyes’. 

Once he was sat with an ankle pushed under his thigh connecting to the food limp on the floor with his can of san pellegrino opened on the table and a cardboard bowl of cool rice, salmon and an assortment of vegetables you began. “So, first and foremost I would like to apologise” Eddie hummed to assure you he was listening as he took a large spoonful of the summery goodness. “I’m sorry for shouting and storming off, I didn't mean to worry you, I was just like in panic mode or something. And I’m really sorry for some of the things I said” he swallowed down a gulp of his drink while you selected a mixture of chilli mayonnaise coated tofu, avocado and rice. Bringing it to your mouth with the supplied pair of chopsticks, it would always be funny to you how Eddie struggled and became frustrated with the pair of wooden sticks and opting for a spoon instead. 

“Ok well thank you sweetheart, I too would like to apologise, I really didn't mean to raise my voice or to invalidate your feelings,  jesus why does this sound so formal? Anyway, I promise I didn't plan for you to come home to all that or the mess, I had planned on cleaning up after work today. But I guess that's not much better cuz’ as you said, it shouldn't really have been that bad in the first place..” you could sense the strain in his voice at admitting his ultimately largest flaw, but you were grateful he did and that he put an effort into resolving this. Although you had a sneaking suspicion he either practised what he was going to say beforehand or hand a secondary source on how to address you. 

“About that, I think we both know what we did wrong, and maybe how to go about it differently in the future, yeah I do not like how formal this sounds either” the laugh that rumbled your chest eased a weight on Eddie's shoulders as well as invited him to join. “But I do think it's something that would be good on working on… and not just for my sake but yours too, like partly I don't really want to do most of the work around here-” “And you wont! I promise” you smiled at Eddie's interruption “but you're also kind of… scatterbrained? And I think maybe working on routines could benefit you. You know like having all your clothes and things ready in the morning, that way you don't have to run up and down from the parking lot because you forgot your keycard or your phone or something.”

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement of your words, it was clear he was thinking over the idea “I mean I could try, it's just you know difficult, I can’t keep track of everything and I forget and I think if I start a new routine I’m gonna forget that too.” There was a trace of shame in his tone as he accepted yet another one of his flaws. “Ok well first off, you need a calendar, either a paper one or your phone, I think your phone would be better though because that way its almost always on you and you can write down important dates like meetings the second you hear about them” he nodded as he listened to your suggestions “Secondly, building up routines like laying out your clothes and keys and stuff the evening before, or packing your bag” 

He frowned softly in between bites of his food, “Yeah but how am I even going to manage to stick to them long enough that they become the regular” this conversation seemed to be going much better than you had anticipated. You had of course hoped for the best but still wanted to be prepared in case another fight broke out but Eddie was properly listening to you, nevermind apologising but seemed willing to do something to change for the better. 

You smirked at him slightly evilly as you took another mouthful, “So, remember what I said last night” you had said a lot of things last night “About the sex?” a slight sneer spread over Eddie's features as he realised you might be considering sticking to your word. He was right. “So Robin had this idea that if we did that, it might give you some incentive.” he couldn't help the low groan of annoyance “Ok believe me, I am not just in this for the sex, but really?..” 

“I know you're not” you smiled happily, you knew that even before you’d said it “But it might motivate you to stick to your routines until, like you said, they become regular. Just until you become used to it” his head rolled back on his shoulders, trying but failing to suppress a whine, he didn't want your actual idea of him to be a man-child. You giggled softly at his reaction, there was indescribable pride settling in your shoulders at the desperation of wanting to be with you. “Ok well how long’s that gonna take?” he sat up again, placing his food down onto the table and taking another large gulp of the carbonated drink. 

“I dunno, we’ll just have to see I guess, maybe a few weeks?” you shrugged, “Weeks?!” his wide eyed stare caused for a burst of laughter from you, struggling to keep your food in your mouth, “It's up to you, how quickly you learn and how motivated you are to actually do this” 

“Oh i’m very fucking motivated”

“So you’ll do it?” 

“I will, on one condition”

“I’m listening” 

“I still get to kiss and hold you”

A wide smile cut over your face and you nodded “Ok deal”. The rest of the evening was spent eating your delicious meal and both going over arrangements as well as talking through feelings and solutions. It had been weighing on you ever since the original apology, you weren't sure if you wanted to address it or even accept it but judging by the honesty and will Eddie shared to improve you decided it was best to communicate about his too. 

“Ok so there was one thing I wanted to kind of talk about too” his hand reached for the remote control and paused the display of Rick and Morty on the old TV screen, looking down at the crown of your head where you sat leaned on his legs crossed at the calves, your back against his chest and head resting on his shoulder. “It doesn't really have much to do with you, more myself, but I dunno I thought it would be good for you to know or something” 

“I’m listening” he placed a kiss to your hair, inhaling the scent of the various products embedded in the fibres of each strand from your bath. “Well I don't mean this as any like attack on you or that I have any specific feelings towards you specifically about it” he had no idea what you were on about as his cheek preplaced his lips on your head, but he trusted you would explain. “I got kind of… scared… yesterday, when you got angry, and like I know i got angry too don't get me wrong” his cheek left you and in response you turned your head to face him, “It's just like, I know you would never you know do anything like that, or at least I hope” you chose to ignore the expression resting on his features and push through “But like you're still a man, and no matter how strong I am or whatever, men can still, or well they're capable… of… you know, doing quite alot” 

A sad pout tugged at his lips as he looked down at you “Baby, I am so sorry, I would never do anything like that but I should have thought about like the whole picture, with your past and all and yeah just the fact that I’m, yeah a man” the lamp next to the couch glinting in his eye made his expression all the more sincere, you smiled softly, “Thank you, I just thought you should know” the moment was so tender in the dim lighting of the room and nightfall fell behind the closed curtains of the windows, nothing more than a whisper needed to break the magical spell on Indianapolis. “Thank you for telling me baby” his kiss was equally as soft on your lips as his voice had been to your ears. 

Before pressing the button on the remote again you pointed at him “But just know if you ever hit me, I will be kicking you in the balls and reaching for my taser” Eddie chuckled as he grinned “A fair punishment” 

11 pm rolled around, punctuated by a wide yawn, you huffed a laugh as Eddie's pointer finger quickly prodded at the back of your throat, one of his regular habits he had when he saw you yawn. “Alright, I gotta be up at 5 tomorrow so I’m gonna head to bed” you stretched as you sat up, disgruntled by the loss of Eddie's warm embrace, “When do you start tomorrow?” he asked, copying your movements before gathering what was left of your meal. Your heart squeezed as you watched Eddie already picking up his new habit of cleaning up around the house, following him into the open kitchen you poured yourself a glass of water as Eddie placed the leftovers in the fridge and the rest in the trash. 

“Uh 7” you thought as he manoeuvred around you, “Alright well if you want I can drive you, just gonna have to stay later at work”

 “What? No that's ok, I’ll just take the bus”

“You sure? I don't mind taking you” 

“When would you be leaving otherwise?”

“Uh probably like today so 6.30”

“You texted me while driving??”

He closed the fridge and made his way to stand in front of you, hands resting loosely on your hips just below the arm you had crossed over your waist, the other holding the glass to your chest. “No I was in traffic” he chuckled before bending down to press a kiss to your lips. “Oh ok” you shrugged as he pulled away, raising your voice while you walked over to the bedroom to place your water down onto the bedside table “So when would you be home?”

“If I work through lunch hopefully 6 otherwise 7ish” he called from the bathroom, lathering up creamy toothpaste onto his brush. “Jesus christ hopefully this whole thing will die down soon” you pouted in sympathy as you slid in next to him, he shrugged “Eh, least I’m making some more money. Gonna buy you something pretty” he grinned before beginning his nightly routine. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, he'd already gotten the ‘I don't need you to buy me anything’ talk and was well used to it by now. “Ok well would you mind staying later if i came over for lunch?” you smiled. A gargled response came from around the green plastic dangling from his mouth while some white foam escaped his lips and dribbled down his smile line, you laughed at the view “Just answer later” your own response was muffled but only slightly as you spoke. 

He nodded and continued his vigorous attack on his teeth, something you often frowned upon telling him he'd damage his gums if he continued that way. He knew exactly what you were thinking when he was shot a disapproving glare through the mirror, he grinned wildly around his toothbrush, prompting even more foam to coat his chin, but to your satisfaction he slowed his movements to a gentle appropriate pace. 

On instinct you shot a hand out to hold his hair out of his face as he spat out the residue and washed out his mouth. Leaning over in front of you he rubbed his face on the towel to dry his face off, you almost toppled over backwards from the steep bend but Eddie was already at your rescue with an arm around your back. He slid back into his place and wrapped both arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and watching your reflection in the mirror. “Lunch sounds good but I’m not letting you take the bus all the way across town, I’ll just pick something up along the way and we can sit in the breakroom” he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek before standing up to let you repeat Eddies actions of spitting, rinsing and drying. 

“Mm mm” you shook your head “Not the breakroom, we can just sit in my office” you answered Eddies look of question as you smoothed cool moisturiser over your face, “I can't be bothered listening to Brenda recount every single detail of the same trip we were both on” Eddie chuckled, warmth spreading through his body at the adorable wrinkle of your nose in disgust, “I mean seriously, ‘Oh my god did you hear Clarence joke? It was sooooo funny!’ like yes bro I was there, in the room. She’s recounting every single detail of her room, despite the fact that they’re all fucking identical, I swear soon she’ll be telling me about her shits in grave detail” the hearty laugh you witnessed in the mirror and felt against your shoulderblades had a genuinely happy smile dazzling your face. His happiness rubbed off on you. 

“Alright, no breakroom, got it” he chuckled and pulled away squeezing your asscheek before making his way out the door “Ap ap ap” your tsk had him turning around in confusion “No touching” you smirked, “What you said I could hold you?”

“Yeah hold me, not touch my ass, or boobs for that matter, and definitely no thighs unless its 100% wholesome”

“What, that was wholesome!” 

“Mmmmn was it?” he rolled his eyes before continuing his way towards the bedroom. Soon enough you joined him to see him pull his sweatpants off, “You know I was thinking” he looked up to meet your gaze, once again the small subtle action of him trying had your heart squeezing, he folded his sweatpants up and tossed them in a drawer in the closet so casually it amazed you he wasn't making a show of it to gain some praise. “Maybe you should sleep on the couch, what with the incentive and all” 

“What?” his face fell as he turned, “Yeah, more distance ya’ know?” his silence told you everything, “I’m kidding!” you laughed as he let out a loud sigh in relief. 

You laid notice to the fact that Eddie was folding up his coveralls, tossing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt next to the pile of various daily trinkets. The small action meant so much to you, it proved he was actually trying and it made you ache in all the best ways. Soon enough you were snuggled up under the covers with your head on his chest and dozing off.

–

Tuesday morning was much less stressful than any normal one and you sat on the bus listening to Eddie rant on the phone how big the difference had been after preparing the night before, you were completely sure he was sucking up a little bit but you let him go on before saying a goodbye when you got off the bus and made your way over to your office. You were also eternally grateful for his timely arrival just as Brenda made her way over to you with her lunchbox, “Oh I’m so sorry Brenda, Eddies here but I’ll see you later yeah?” ok maybe you were known as slightly bitchy or more accurately a complete bitch in the office but you really weren't in the mood to make idle conversation with the middle aged californian lady for a whole hour. 

“Hia!” you greeted with shining warmth as Eddie passed the front desk, subway bag in hand and an equally bright smile on his face. He pecked you on the lips before following you to your office, pulling his phone out to show the near two hour time slot in his calendar that read lunch with my beautiful girlfriend. You laughed as he explained he had already started with his work on a calendar. 

You managed to make it five minutes before a knock sounded at the door, answered with your breezy ‘come in!’ Michael frowned in confusion at your tone before spotting Eddie on the other side of your desk, “Oh hey Ed, uh here's those spreadsheets you asked for” he handed you a folder and waited patiently while you did a once over of the contents, smiling when he was dismissed. 

The first interaction of your disruptions was much cheerier than the other 6 who filtered into your office to ask for advice, hand over assignments and intending to go over the statistics of paid leave. “Jesus” Eddie marvelled once the door closed “They do this all the time?” he took the last bite of his sandwich before crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the bag. “Yup, all the time” you sighed in exasperation. “How the fuck do you get any work done?” he frowned, but softened into delight as he bit into his chocolate chip cookie. 

“I stay late” you shrugged, “Why do you think I work every other saturday and work 7 to 8 or 10pm? Or well 11” the self deprecating laugh you let out had Eddie's face painted in concern and sympathy while a tinge of annoyance showed in his eyes. “Can't you just like put up a sign saying do not disturb?” you shrugged again, taking a ship of your drink “I guess”

“I really think you should” 

Lunch passed and after what felt like an eternity you were jumping out of your skin at the sound of a loud honk next to you on the sidewalk. “Jesus fucking christ!” you shrieked when you saw Eddie's wide grin peep through the rolled down window as he leant over the centre console. He saved you from a 10 minute walk from the bus stop while chatting to you about your day. 

“We really have to stop getting takeout so much” you moaned through a mouthful of butter masala, the burst of flavours sending rhythmic waves of delight and calm through your body. “I know, but neither of us have the energy to cook so-” he shrugged “takeout it is”. 

He had skipped his ritual shower and opted for washing his hands before digging in but soon he was shucking his jeans off and scrolling his phone on the toilet. You knew instantly where the text was coming from when it came through, it was comical to see the three notifications on your phone alerting you that E.Munster had liked your instagram posts and then a grey rectangle at the top of your screen; 

Roommate  🙄 now

So I know we said no touching but like… 

Can I touch myself?...

Your laughter echoed throughout the apartment while you shouted “Nope!” your laughter doubled in volume when you heard a loud groan from the bathroom. 

Roommate  🙄

But I’m so horny….

Arent you literally on the toilet?

Not anymore, I'm about to have a shower

Ah well sorry baby, nooooope

Mean 

HAHAHAHAHAHA

You know, I feel like you posted that bikini pic on purpose

Who knows

…

What?

Are you jerking off????

Eddie!

No! 

Belive it or not I am very keen on making this process as short as possible

Ur just a tease

Thats all 

Good, yeah its fun, you . shouldnt try it tho

Hahaha

Maybe I should 

No, no thats ok

Once again you were snuggled up with Eddie in bed, revelling in the embrace of apple scented shampoo, charcoal body wash and something so uniquely Eddie. 

–

To your pleasure, your day had been peacefully quiet for the first time in a month, with multiple of your staff sat in meetings throughout the day you managed to get through your workload plus some extra missed invoices and orders and even got a head start on an upcoming project. Being an accountant director for Riley Hospital wasn't always the easiest or simplest job but it had its moments. Even more so when you found the receptionist Stephanie had refilled the French roast capsules for the coffee machine and made a spread of various pastries in the breakroom. You were on a high, having a great day, topping off the icing on the cake with the mouthwatering left overs from your dinner the night before. Sometimes, just sometimes, everything in life could work out and it left you with a bright smile on your lips as you left the building and made your way over to the bus. 

The glee seemed to radiate off you as Eddie broke into a happy grin, skin stretching taught over his muscles and leaving his cheeks aching when he was greeted by in his opinion ‘absolute shit music’ bouncing around the room from the google nest in the corner of the living room with you shaking your hips from side to side, the occasional attempt at twerking while you stirred the creme fraiche, bell pepper and halloumi pasta sauce in a pan. 

After a soothing shower nearly screaming along with the music of your ‘Main Girl’ playlist you had changed into a pair of black skin tight booty shorts framing your curves under an oversized Rammstein t-shirt draped over your torso, pulled down at the front to the tips of your thighs, the hem tucked in at the back of your shorts giving Eddie a delicious view while you moved about.

You screamed in horror jumping 3 feet into the air when you heard Eddies cheery “Hey” he burst out laughing as you clutched your chest in an attempt to even your breathing. While he untied his boots you made your way over to the couch to turn Ayesha Erotica’s Hands Up! down to a more respectable volume. “You seem to be in a good mood” he commented as he began washing his hands in the kitchen sink, “I am” you grinned while going back to your cooking “Budgeting and accounting were in meetings all day so I only had to deal with some of the payroll staff” you told him as he dried his hands and began emptying his pockets onto the kitchen island. “That's great” you couldn't see his smile but you didn't have to, it was for himself, his own quiet glory in your victory, happy and relieved for you. 

“Oh and guess what!” you turned to face him “I had so much free time today I caught up on everything!” Eddie gaped in shock and pride “And and and! I even got started with the Danaher project so guess who doesn't have to work on saturday!” you squealed while shimmying your shoulders in a victory dance. Eddie laughed as he noticed the natural shape of your boobs sway from side to side with the movement before looking you in the eye “That's awesome!” you proudly nodded at him with a chirpy “mhm!” 

“So we're celebrating with trash music?” he grinned as his hands slithered over your hips to hold at your waist, “Hm I was in a mood” you shrugged and stretched to peck his lips. “Well alright then, Steve sent some texts so I’m just gonna check them and then go wash my face, Imma’ shower after dinner” you nodded and turned back to the food while Eddie circled the kitchen island and bent over to rest his elbows on the marble countertop with his phone in his hands. 

He lied, Steve hadn't texted, in fact he hasn't talked to Steve since yesterday. He was undoubtedly excited about your small victory but the devil on his shoulder controlling part of his brain took over. He just needed one good luck at you before he scuttled off. He was going to be true to his word, no doubt about it, but he didn't mind getting a second to appreciate your figure as you swayed from side to side after instructing Google to turn the volume up. 

When he felt he’d gotten what he searched for he tore his eyes away from you before his body had a chance to act and prove this little celibacy period to be much harder than it already was. He made his way to the bathroom going through his regular motions of de-stressing from work. 

“So, just got a text from Gareth, shit that looks so good” he awed as he caught an eye on the table where you were sat scrolling on your phone. In reality he wasn't sure if he was talking about you or the pasta perfectly plated up on green ceramic, but it didn't matter because you smiled and that was enough to have him matching. “Baby thank you so much for cooking, it looks amazing” you smirked proudly as you put your phone down and began eating. “No problem, came home at 6 today so I had time” the casualness in your voice was betrayed by your excited face, almost saying can you believe that?! He chuckled before shaking his head as if to remember something “Right so anyway, Gareth can't make it to Hellfire tomorrow so were just gonna skip it this week” he explained as he too began digging in. 

The obnoxious moan he let out once the pasta came into contact with his mouth had you almost snorting out your gulp of coke. “Ok cool” you continued after swallowing the liquid back down, “You got any other plans for saturday then?” 

“Well I was thinking we could do something, are you busy?”

“Oh yeah that sounds great, I mean not much, I figured since I'm free I was gonna catch up on some chores so I was planning on going to Circle Centre around noon. I need a new skirt for work, something more casual, I found a super cute denim one at Lucky Brand and stockings, a new pair of sneakers from Journeys cuz’ mine are worn down” you began counting on your fingers “I wanna go check out Hot Topic, top up on some stuff at Bath and Bodyworks, do a foodshop, and a few other bits and bobs” Eddies jaw was slack and eyes wide as he gaped at you slightly, “Oh so not much then?” he shrugged jokingly, you grinned “You can come with me, we’ll get lunch and catch a movie” 

“Sure. Were you actually planning on lugging all that back here on the bus if I would have driven over to Jeff’s?” he asked in disbelief, “Yeah” you shrugged “Figured worst case I’d just shell out for an uber” 

Eddie insisted on cleaning up after dinner even though you told him it was ok, so you spent the time on the counter talking to him about his day while he loaded the dishwasher. Finally he straightened up a few minutes after you had left to do your skincare routine in the bathroom. “Uh is it okay if I shower?..” he cautioned as he peeped through the door, “Yeah why wouldn't it be?” you frowned “Cuz’ of the incentive or whatever” 

“Oh, yeah no it's fine, I’m not the one who needs the incentive so technically I can see you naked but you can’t see me” an evil smirk was directed towards him in the mirror as he shuffled past you into the small space, dropping a pair of clean boxers and his usual sweats onto the edge of the counter. He gave you a playful grimace of annoyance before pulling at the neck of his t-shirt, you thought nothing of it as he tossed it onto the toilet lid, instead focusing on making sure the mixture of serum on your face didn't drip too far. 

Your hand stopped mid motion as you rubbed it into your skin, your jaw dropped slightly as Eddie pulled his jeans and boxers down his thighs. It had always amazed you how Eddie still managed to appear big without even being hard, and it was definitely hitting you right between the thighs as you watched him in the mirror. Almost like a gut punch but instead it was.. A pussy punch?... Eddie wasn’t even a shower, he was a grower for sure, fucking enormous when he was actually aroused. It had taken you more than a normal amount of time to get used to him when you first started dating. 

He stepped out of the denim fabric and dropped them onto the t-shirt. You got the chance to admire him completely, thick muscly thighs covered in a light pattern of hair down to his equally muscly calves. A thick lump formed in your throat and you swallowed it dryly as he stood back up from pulling his socks off. Tattoos painted perfectly into his skin all along his sleek figure, only the beginning of your own private gallery destined to show up later in life. You eyed the shape of his hips, that v-muscle that always had your mouth watering, the soft trace of his abs on his abdomen, his shapely chest that you loved running your hands over. Each dent of where his muscles and joints formed, every single freckle and mole that has one time or another been kissed by you, running all the way from his shoulders to his wrists to match the smattering on his face. 

And god his face, that sharp yet somehow soft jaw that led down to his thick neck, his bulbous nose you not only enjoyed the feeling of pecking but when it tickled your clit as he tongued your hole with your thighs circling his head. Those soft almond eyes who had a tendency to shift between chocolate, gold and deep onyx in the right light, the same eyes that were shamelessly raking down your figure as of this moment. No inkling at your own ogling, you felt the urge to copy Eddie's movements as he shook his head to rid his thoughts. 

“Uh you're… dripping into the sink” he pointed vaguely to the drop of red solution on the white ceramic, “Oh” you mentally shook your head instead and quickly brought both hands up to your face to smear the product into your skin. Behind you Eddie turned and stepped into the shower pulling the curtain closed almost all the way, the sound of cold water hitting the equally cold floor of the tub was your que to hurry the fuck up before your knees buckled. 

The first thought that entered your head when you sat down on your side of the bed was about Eddie from the good lock you'd gotten of him before you left, he was inhabiting every corner of your mind. The shape of his back and the slope of his spine that you would have loved to run your fingers along. The best part? The shape of his ass as he leaned back to soak his face in the stream of water. 

Technically, technically the incentive rule didn’t apply to you. You could… take advantage of the time alone while Eddie was in the shower… but no it wasn't fair, if he had to do it you had to do it, you'd just have to force those dirty thoughts out of your head. But fuck was it hard to refrain from thinking about those broad palms gliding over the skin of your thighs, grasping desperately at your tits, your hips, your ass. Your own hands snaking through his curls, tugging harshly as his lips wrapped around your clit and he did one of his moves that always left you breathless and writhing, sucking harshly at your nub while his tongue worked up and down behind his lips. The feeling of his thighs pressing at your own, one arm on the mattress to prop himself up while the other led his cock to your opening, wrapping around your waist as you slowly felt his big, fat head, dribbling precome pressing at your entrance, and force himself into you. That delicious fucking feeling when the ridge of his head connecting to his shaft caught at the skin surrounding your sopping wet hole, suctioning him in before he bottomed out with an unbelievable loud groan. It didn't matter how many times you’d had sex, he would always sound as if he’d gone 50 years without a taste and finally got one. 

A tingle fluttered through your legs, its nest sitting low in your belly, tickling everything surrounding cunt. You managed to snap out of it just as you hear the pitter patter of water droplets slow to a halt, you took a deep grounding breath, you could do this, you just had to keep your mind on other things. This was a good idea right? Robin hadn't been off her rocker when she suggested it, right? 

No this was right, this was good, it was helping Eddie set routines for himself and it would make your life easier. Cleaning had always come as an automatic response to you, it was therapeutic to sort through random collections of things, to do laundry, wipe down every surface but with the added stress of your less than a year old promotion it had slowly crept up to being too much. Sneaking its way to push you over the edge and have a mental breakdown, probably more serious and destructive than the one a few days ago. Having Eddie helping out was going to be good, it might even help release only a tiny bit of tension in your shoulders through the workday. 

You shouldn't take it for granted, your life had imploded and shattered every single piece of you but you had built yourself back up slowly, gotten your shit together and taken nightly college classes while bussing tables and gotten yourself a degree. A degree that landed you a steady job and an even cushier promotion within less than two years, something not a lot of people could say they had managed. You were eternally grateful and privately very proud of yourself for not letting the world beat down on you and crush you to a pulp like it had so many other people. 

But you were similar to the rest of the public in the same way that work took it out of everyone. You could admit that begin a high ranking boss at the age of 25 was undoubtedly hard but you would never admit that sometimes it was just too fucking hard. There were so many stressful things added to the whirlwind of your mind but maybe not worrying about having to pick up toilet paper on your way home from work at 10 pm or obsessing over how to schedule cleaning the bathroom into your hectic day might make the whirlwind slow, maybe only slightly but it would still be an improvement. 

So no you weren't going to acknowledge those scenarios and feed into them, you were going to let the decision stay firmly planted in place. You could wait, you had gone 19 years without having to qualm those ideas and you sure as hell could go a few weeks, maybe months if you really set your mind to it. But you really, really hoped Eddie would get his shit together in time and not let it go that far. 

To distract yourself you decided changing into a loose threadbare tank top and baggy shorts and then scrolling Tiktok was the best suppressor of those not so innocent ideas. Wrapped up in the robotic voice of a reddit story while glued to the minecraft parkour on the bottom Eddie came into view in the doorframe. Arms stretched above his head he wrung his hair through the orange towel, squeezing out the access water before patting the droplets on his shoulders away. Every single small detail you noticed, when he hung his towel next to yours on the hooks on the back of the door instead of dropping it on the floor, when he tossed his previously worn clothes on the bed and began syphoning through them, picking out everything but his jeans and tossing them into the clothes hamper, folding the pants up and dropping them onto the already folded coveralls on the floor instead of leaving everything in a heap by his bedside table. How he disappeared into the kitchen to collect his pocket trinkets and collected them on the floor next to his work clothes and how he retrieved a fresh change from the closet to join the other clothes on the floor. 

“So what are we watching?” he leaned over to catch a glimpse of your screen “God those videos are always such bullshit” he chuckled as he dropped down onto the mattress, copying your stance and curling in on his side, palms pressed together under his cheek. “Mjeh good entertainment” you shrugged, locking your phone and tossing it on the space of pillow between you. He stretched forward and placed a peck on your lips before pulling back and gazing over your features. 

You never understood his thought process but he always insisted you were beautiful, even with your face in a light shine from the oily products and otherwise bare, with your pimple patches littered across your irritated skin, with your soon to be put in mouth guard. He always adored you, every single part of you, no matter good or bad and you in turn adored him for it as well as simply adored him for him and his own quirks, just as you were doing now. 

A hand reached out and you twisted one of his loose curls around your soft finger, “Always loved your curls” you whispered with a gentle smile, “Yeah? Shame you can only adore them in the mornings before they somehow just frizz during the day” he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I told you to use curl cream babe, I even got you one” you lovingly sighed “Yeah well it's too much work if I gotta do it every single day” he frowned as you pulled away from him and dragged yourself out of the bed. He didn't get an answer to your sudden disappearance till he turned around and saw you rushing back with a white and pink tub and a hair brush in your hands. 

“Sit up” you instructed as you pulled his towel down and walked up to stand between his legs as he sat up at the edge of the bed, his hands instinctively went to touch your thighs, remembering last minute and opting to graze the backs of your calves. “You can touch my thighs” you giggled and his hands eagerly found the backs of your thighs as you draped the towel around his shoulders. 

It went unbeknownst to you how adamant Eddie was on keeping his eyes on yours but ultimately failed as his gaze travelled to your boobs, the position he was sat in and the fact that your old t-shirt was sagging with age did not play in his favour like it usually would. Your tits were right in his face as you led the brush through his wet strands, his hold on your thighs tightened immensely, “Is that wholesome?” you tutted while keeping your attention on his hair. He tore his gaze away from you and grinned devilishly “Yup” he popped the ‘p’ while you rolled your eyes. 

Shutting his eyes was a better idea, now this time the position he was in did play in his favour, the feeling of your hands working the gel through his hair soothed him and he relished in the tender moment. Humming with pleasure as you began scrunching his hair to form curls. “You know if you just used a claw clip instead it wouldn't be straightening your hair out and tugging on it like a hair tie does” he frowned slightly disgusted as he opened his eyes to look up a you, “Yeah sorry babe I’m willing to do a lot for you but a girly ass clip in my hair is not one of them” frowning you responded “It's not girly” “Well it's not metal. Name one metalhead or rockstar who wears a claw clip” his eyebrows raised at your silence “Exactly” 

“Whatever” you muttered but there was no trace of unamusement in your tone as you picked the tub up, holding it over his head you began placing it back on again but the sticky residue on your hands forced the lid out of your grasp and behind Eddies back, muttering a ‘shit’ you wiped your hands on Eddies towel covered shoulders before leaning forward and picking it up. 

Mind you it hadn't been intentional, simply a natural reflex but in the process your boobs squished right against Eddie's face as you caught hold of the pink plastic. You thought nothing of it as you screwed the top shut but Eddie did. Oh he definitely did, a deep red blush crept up onto his pale face as his eyes widened in horror. 

Something so simple, so small, literally accidental had Eddie's depraved body reacting in no time, it had only been 6 days since he last got to touch you in any sexual way (3 days of mock celibacy) but blood was rushing down south faster than he could say ‘boobs’. “Alright, I wanna watch Bob’s Burgers now” you announced while placing the product down on your vanity table and hanging his towel back up. He propped himself up against the headboard “Uh yeah ok” his voice was hoarse and strained as he spoke, prompting you to turn in concern while picking up his laptop. “You okay?” 

He cleared his throat and slumped in relief when his voice came out even “Yeah fine” panic rang through his body as he watched you climb up in front of him, intending to settle between his thighs. “What-what are you doing?” he stammered nervously, a confused incredulous frown was passed his way “Sitting down?” before he had a chance to protest you were sat upright between his thighs pressing your pointer finger to the touch ID of his macbook. 

Once you’d opened up a new tab and found the show you leaned back against his chest, he cringed while his whole body tensed “Are you hard?...” he instantly went into defence mode “In my defence, you shoved your tits in my face! Like right in my face” you laughed heartily as the theme song began to play “What these old things?” two hands squishing your tits together with a jiggle had a strained mixture between a whine, a cough and a laugh tumbling from his lips. 

“Okay seriously how are you still hard?” one episode had passed and you were still feeling the press of his hard-on at your back, “Do you even realise how you're sat right now?” 

“No?”

“No? Well let me paint you a mental picture, you're leaned against me, on my dick mind you and giving me the perfect view down your top”

With an eye roll you pulled your tank up “Happy?”

“Not really, I miss them” 

By the end of the night you were giggling at the banter passed between you and snuggled up to him again. 

– 

With each passing day Eddie's problems both became better and so much worse, he was getting used to his new routines and the calendar really was working wonders for him, he knew exactly when and what cars he was supposed to be working on and what meetings he had. It allowed him a better view of his day and even cut a whole useless hour off his work day! Both of you were eternally pleased and happily discussing it over lunch at the mall on the saturday. 

What he didn’t bring up however was that it was becoming increasingly harder to stay away from you, flouncing around in towels or minimal clothing, checking yourself in the full length mirror on the living room side of the bedroom door, twisting and turning to make sure those skin tight pencil skirts were perfect and buttoning up your blouses, swaying your hips to music while leant on the kitchen island working on whatever economy plan on thursday to ensure you could leave early on friday, stood up mind you, ass moving from side to side directly in view of Eddie on the couch. And now! Sat talking to him, excited as ever, purely innocent with those tight fitting jeans and that scooba-neck red top.

Everywhere he looked you were there unconsciously enticing him. He almost lost it when you gave him a spin from the dressing room showcasing each item. The long denim skirt you wanted for work, the so-called ‘casual’ blouse which absence of buttons gave him a show of the press of your tits in your bra, the sheer mesh dress, that other dress that just enhanced every single beloved curve of your body and to top it all off! that stupid skull corset top that made his eyes almost pop out of his sockets when you appeared from behind the curtain. It was all too much!

“So what movie did you book?” you look up from your Taco Bell quesadilla to find him quickly un-tensioning his screwed up expression, “Uh well there wasn't much choice and Nancy kept nagging me how much you would love Barbie so i booked us two tickets for that, starts at 4.30” 

“Nancy said I would like Barbie?” you laugh, “Something about the backstory or meaning behind it I can't remember” he shrugs mindlessly picking at his nachos, “Apparently it's not like, about Barbie? I didn't really understand what she meant she was being super unclear, I think she was drunk” you chuckle and shrug “Alright, but if its a girly love story I am leaving” 

“Yeah and I will be two steps behind you” he laughs. 

As you sit enveloped in the red and black satin and leather interior of Eddies done up van the both of you rant excitedly about the movie, passing back and forth on the advertising, the attention to detail and general direction and idea of the movie. Laughing about how out of place the two of you -especially him- looked in the theatre filled with pink frills and hearts on almost every single patron. 

–

He manages to make it till Tuesday -a shocking 12 days- until he finally snaps. “What is that?” his eyes bulge from his spot on the bed, head propped up on an arm behind his head with his ankles crossed. Lounging in his Korn t-shirt and his regular grey sweats scrolling through Twitter (you and he both refused to call it ‘X’). You turn in the midst of shucking your skirt down your legs, stepping out of it and folding it on the bed you ask “What?” you frown confused as you peel the nylon tights off too. Deep blood red lace with elastic bands crisscrossed everywhere coming into view. “The underwear” he eyes are wide, hand gesturing to your body, phone completely forgotten. 

“Oh, well I had an interview with the vice president of Danaher today” if possible his eyes grow even wider, “I’m sorry?” you roll your eyes at the idea that popped up in his head “I wanted to wear something sexy, ap ap before you start, it was for confidence” you tut and  hold a finger out to him before beginning to unbutton your blouse. “Ah, thanks for the clarification, we would have been having a way worse situation on our hands than last sunday right now otherwise” you roll your eyes again. “Ok but why is wearing sexy underwear for confidence?” confusion shows in his face before he goes white as a ghost at the matching lacy blood red bra underneath your thin under-vest. 

He barely manages to register as you begin to explain “Well surprisingly enough you're not the only one who likes it, makes me feel sexy …” your words go in one ear and out the other as you begin busying yourself with hanging your clothes up, with your back to him his eyes rake over your figure. The soft slope of your shoulders, the shapes of your back, the meat of your hips down to the round fat of your ass, delicate lace nestled between your cheeks, your doughy thighs, down to your smooth calves and  ‘no show’ socked feet. He always used to giggle at how funny the socks looked, like ballerina slippers, not covering anything insisting they were silly when you explained they're so they don't show under your heels, he wasn't saying anything about them now, in fact they weren't even in his line of view. 

Now his throat was closing up, a stone planting heavily in the pit of his stomach and all blood draining from his brain, all rushing south at the view of you in action, body moving gracefully across the fluffy rug on the floor while talking a mile a minute about your meeting. He couldn't even find it in himself to feel guilty for not listening, the cogwheels in his brain stopped turning long before he crudely adjusted himself in his boxers, the electricity in his most vital organ powered out, he was starstruck, the only things working in his body were his eyes which were following you every move and, his dick. Within seconds he was feeling the throb and ache in his groin, desperate to touch you, touch himself, anything to just give him some sort of release. 

Everything set in motion so fast he felt as though he was experiencing motion sickness, the view of you leaning up to grab your towel ripped him violently out of his trace. “Where are you going?” your huffed amused with a soft frown “I just said I was going for a shower”. He scrambled quickly from his lounging on the bed, knocking his phone to the floor in the process but paying no mind to it as he desperately tried to come up with a reason for you to stay. “You look sexy!” he blurted it out and immediately cringed at his own inability to just be smooth. You huffed a laugh again while your expression remained the same “Thanks?” 

“Uh… uh… dinner!” could he stop just blurting things out?? Jesus christ. “Uh dinner, what-what do you want for dinner?” 

“Oh, I was thinking we could either order pizza or see what we have at home, do some rustle up, cuz’ we really gotta stop eating takeout” you laughed and -much to Eddie's pleasure- began stepping back towards him. “Yeah yeah we could order pizza” he nodded vigorously, “Really don’t wanna eat healthy do you?” the laughter had Eddie's desperation rising through the roof, the sound like music to his ears. “Nope” he felt like his skin was on fire as you stood right in front of him. 

“Alright well can you order my usual and I'll hop in the shower” his brain was working a mile a minute to prolong your stay and therefore his reciprocation of your kiss was utterly mindless as you bent down to peck him goodbye. “Or we could watch a movie?” before you had a chance to step away his arms were wrapping your thighs in a hug, almost causing you to buckle into him. “We need to eat babe” 

“No I mean instead of the shower” 

“I need a shower too” 

“No you don’t” your frown prompted his odd behaviour, he stretched up awkwardly on his feet to lift up your arm taking a whiff of your armpit he went “See? Your fine” your arm snapped back to your side as Eddie fell back down onto the bed, “Ok, what is going on?” he searched for words in the puddle of sludge that was currently his brain, clearly in thought as his eyebrows furrow in consideration. “Are you ok?” your frown prompts the sludge to just spew out of his mouth, no thought beforehand just desperate for you “Ok listen I’ve been like really good with the routine and stuff, like it's been almost two weeks and I've kept it up everyday, yeah? So-” 

You cut him off “Technically it's been 10 days” he was quick to interrupt you instead, “Either way I’ve been holding up my end of the bargain and I’ve really really tried to enforce the things you suggested and I-I think I’ve been doing really good! So like I think we should quit with the incentive because its worked and now I know what to do and I’ve improved and also like we haven’t had sex in nearly two weeks and you walking around in those work skirts and short shorts really isn’t helping because like I can’t even jerk off and I’m so fucking horny all the time because you always looks so beautiful and so fucking hot like you don’t even have to do anything and you still make me hard and I can’t do anything about it, like I can’t even let myself think about it because then I’m gonna get like actually, properly, really, really fucking hard and then- then I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. But like I promised you and I really want you to trust me and that was a part of the deal and its just really important to me that you-” 

“Ok jesus dude, chill, take a breath” you prompt, making a show of a big inhale as he does. “I just-” “SHHHH” you hush desperately and press a finger to his lips to stop him from rambling again. “You’ve really tried?” he nods viciously “And you promise you're going to continue with the calendar, the packing, replacing the bag when you take out the garbage, capping the toothpaste, throwing away receipts, taking your hair out the drain, drying the floor after a shower, all that?” 

“I promise.”

You eye him for a second, scanning for any insincerity in his face but you come up short, “Ok, yes we can have sex again” you smile as his face breaks out in pure excitement, just like a child promised candy “Thank god” he breathes, immediately leaning in and trailing kisses up your stomach “Wait, now?” his expression as he looks up at you is an awkward mix between complete and utter desperation, humiliation and hopeful questioning, begging for you to say yes, “I mean… only if you want to” you pout slightly at him “I gotta’ shower though” his face falls somewhat “You can shower after?” he can't decipher all the emotions coursing through him but he needs you to understand: “I don't want to pressure you, I totally understand if you need time or if you're not in the mood or whatever” 

His hands begin to rub up and down your thighs in wholesome comfort before your face finally shifts “What are you stupid?” before he has time to even open his mouth to respond your towel is dropped to the floor and you're pouncing on him. Knocking him back you straddle his thighs while desperate kisses are exchanged, the first one knocking the wind out of him. 

Arms wrap around his neck, one hand making its way through his relatively organised curls -thanks to the new routine of running curl cream through them-. His hands find purchase on your hips before one snakes its way to grab hungrily at the meat of your ass, moaning into the kiss as you shift against him. He’s quick to roll you over onto your back, your foot making contact with the bedside lamp and knocking it over violently, neither of you even flinch at the sound of breaking glass and neither of you definitely don't make an effort to pay any attention to it. His hips find comfort bracketed between yours, strong hands roam your body in ravenousness, gripping, squeezing, palming at anything he can get his hands on, the side of your ass he can reach between your body and the comforter, your thighs, your hips, your breasts, your shoulders, literally anything. 

Yearning to just get his hands on you, the spread of your thighs allows your panties to bury between your folds making the roll of Eddie's hips cause for a delicious feeling of relief to the impending ache that suddenly appeared. In all seriousness it had been there since the first day away from him, slowly building and residing in the shadows just as a hungry beast, ripping away from its nest to lavish in the face of a delectable treat. Your own specific beast's food of choice; Edward Munson. 

He pulls away from you to rip his shirt over his head, this time not giving a flying fuck about putting it in its correct place and blindly throwing it out of his way, another loud disturbance goes unnoticed by the both of you as it catches onto your jewellery stand and it tumbles to the floor. His hand is back on its rightful place on your hip while the other cups your cheek, the tender touch not in chorus with the feverish kisses laced with desire. To your short lived dismay his lips leave you but within the matter of milliseconds they’re pressing fervent kisses down the side of your neck. Each touch of his lips like hot fire stroking the thirst of the embers embedded within you. 

Desperate whimpers sound through the room when pain strikes some of his kisses, smoothing his tongue over the flecks of deep purple and red threatening to bruise. His hips find a tempestuous pace grinding against yours, his concealed cock forcing angrily at your increasingly wet cunt, his large head, which, you've admittedly thought about a lot, catches on your clit, teasing a whine from your throat at the action. 

Every harsh press of his plump lips against the skin of your chest was addicting to him, the simplicity of just feeling you flush against him was like ambrosia the gods had promised. Each roll of his hips laced with unfiltered and raw desire, not even nearing the desire of appeasing the burning fire nestled between your thighs. His hand coming down to hold onto your other hip gripping you furiously in rhythm with his other, you would no doubt have equally as harsh if not more deep bruising than the work of art on the column of your throat and descending, 10 equally dark marks would be appearing within no time, all for you to remember his desperation for the days to come. 

Panting you manage to prop yourself up on your elbows while Eddie makes his descent down your stomach, thumbs digging into your pudge just as his lips. You breathe heavily through your sentence “As much as I love this baby I wanna do it properly” all he needs to do in response is stand up to encourage you to hoist yourself up to lay your head on the soft pillows. You giggle as he places a hand on the mattress and jumps up, landing to straddle your thighs, not even catching his breath before going back to pressing his lips against yours. 

His next action has you bursting into a fit of giggles, he reluctantly pulls away from you before announcing to the room “Hey Google! Play my playlist Smexy time ooh ooh” he grins down at you, her response of playing the request forgotten with the hunch of his back as he sits back on your thighs -careful to not crush you- and captures your lips once again. 

When your hands move behind your back to unhook your bra he makes quick work of grasping onto your wrists, “Can you keep this on?” he breathes against your lips before you nod. You squeal when he rips the cups down with no caution, letting your tits spill out. If there had been any sort of breeze in the room you wouldn't have even had the chance for your newly exposed flesh to experience it before his hands are on you. 

Between a mess of sloppy, hungry kisses you manage to breathe out “Need to get my hands on you” a smaller set of hands push at his shoulders, as he sits up a heavy pant plays in your ears while you pull at his thighs, he manages to shuffle further up your legs but having no chance to settle before your fingers are dipping into the hem of his sweats and boxers. A breathy laugh prompts his own as his cock bounces up to slap his stomach, catching your chin on the way before falling back down again. The tip of his cock nudging your chin prompting you to pull away slightly. 

Too eager and with too much yearning burning the insides of your body to make a joke or even tease him with your tongue you make quick work to wrap a hand around him, pumping with the pace of your mouth which lips immediately wrap around his tip, one quick suction before swallowing down half his length. The continuous dribble of precum coats your tongue and you hum at the taste of it. The voluminous groan that rips from his chest feeds and tames the fire within you, boosting your ego as it is unrelenting. “Fuck, feels so good” he all but whimpers at the feeling of relief after a steady build of tension in his body form the past two weeks.

You moan around him at his praise but that only spurs on his salacious mix of whines and whimpers, his head falls from the weakness in his neck, all strength currently being sucked out of him, he manages to catch himself with a hand curling around the headboard, his other quickly finding your exposed breast and palming at it with dexterity. “You don't know what you do to me” the absence of oxygen in his voice has the roaring fire in your cunt threatening to burst at even the slightest touch of friction. 

The coating, hot arousal seeps from your hole allowing your folds to glide against each other as you plant one foot firmly on the bed and make work to rub your thighs together. The fabric of your panties bunching around your clit causes whines to vibrate around Eddie's cock, sending shudders through his body as he holds onto the headboard in a deathgrip. Even the hint of friction at your clit isn't enough to relieve you of your searing ache, if anything it spurs it on. The frustration at not being able to soothe the beast has you sucking and squeezing harder at his shaft, the hand rips away from your tit to plant itself against your scalp, the strength with which he holds onto your hair threatens to pull each strand out right at the root. 

It takes everything in him to pull away from you and in turn pull your stubborn ass off him, you whine defiantly at the loss of contact, looking up at him with an angry frown. “Don’t be a brat” he breathes “I cant -fuck- I wont last” you jut your chin out in an annoyed are you kidding me? as his hand pulls away from your hair to push his own away from his face. “I really do not care, we can just go again” your hand is already wrapping around the midriff of his cock, trying not to tug too hard but desperate to get him back into your mouth. “Wait wait!” he calls “Whaaaat?” you whine, hand releasing him and smoothing up and down his thighs “Please baby, just need your cum” your words have his eyes rolling to the back fo his head with a “Fucking christ” 

“Just gotta-” he trails off, replacing your hand with his around the very base of his cock, he arches his back to move his hips closer to you. A self assured, evil laugh bubbles from his chest as he lines his cock up to the bottom of your chin, admiring the view as his tip reaches just past your hairline. You make a show of rolling your eyes at his massive sexual ego, struggling to catch his gaze due to his massive part obscuring your view you voice with exasperation “Are you done?” he hums his approval, the sound giving you the all clear to very eagerly and very quickly wrap your hand around him and bring him back into your mouth. “Geez so impatient- oh FUUUUUCK” he doubles over again when he feels your fingers graze his sack. 

You hold them in your hand consciously making sure to massage more gently than the number you're doing on the rest of him. Lude slurping noises echo throughout the room as you bob back and forth trying to take him as deep as possible while still maintaining your breath. “Shiiiit” the deep whine rings louder than the shlick of spit and precum, and you take it as your que to see really how far you can go before he's pushed over the edge. You slide down slightly on the bed and open your throat up for him, forcing yourself as far towards the dark thatch of curls at his base. He actually screams when he experiences the tight press of the inside of your throat around his head, it seems the bruises you'd be bearing tomorrow wouldn’t only be on the outside. 

You reach for the hand which had previously found purchase on your shoulder, releasing him as you gag loudly, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, you pull off him to secure his head in the valve of your mouth, clearing your airways as you guide his hand to the back of your head. “F-fucking-” he heaves “Unreal” you press at his hand to give him the hint before taking a very deep breath and once your being forced to take him deeper again your hand grasps onto his thigh. 

It wasn't something you did a lot but then again neither was the deep deep throating so you slid your hand up to one of the globes of his ass and gave him a firm squeeze. The touch sent his hips bucking away from you on instinct, forcing his cock even deeper down into your throat. Your head hit the headboard, cushioned by his hand and allowed him to force himself so far down your throat that your nose was being tickled by the black curls at his base. God you were so glad you didnt have an upchuck reflex at the moment. “Mother fucker! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!” you would definitely have laughed if you were able to, the volume of his voice would no doubt be disturbing multiple neighbours. 

The unfortunate thing about this position, at the moment, was that you didn't get to taste or even feel the thick, heavy, hurt spurts of cum that shot down your throat. You sensed he had completely unloaded when his cock twitched and you scrambled to force his hips away from you, he pulled away and out of you equally as fast, if not faster. As you gasped a loud inhale Eddie fell back onto the bed, panting heavily and completely out of it. Your hand clutched at your throat at the pain beginning to settle inside, with an incredibly hoarse voice you managed to heave the words “Need huuuuuuuuhhhhh water”. 

Despite every single limb in his body being completely slack and feeling like noodles and despite the fact that he was still only seeing white he registered the words and fell onto the floor as he rushed to get out of bed. Dick slowly softening he ran out of the room, awkwardly pulling up his pants and retrieved two bottles of water from the fridge, water sloshed over the floor as he unscrewed the cap in movement, spilling some over your torso as he handed it to you. Anxiety enveloped him in a bone crushing hug as he watched you chug down the whole bottle of water, already signalling for Eddie to open up the next one before you finished the first one. 

Dread joined the anxiety as you panted heavily before chugging the second one. His whole body relaxed however when you threw the bottle away and gave him a thumbs up while your head rolled forward and then back to splay you across the head of the bed. “Oh thank god” he clutched his heart as he sat down next to you, capturing your hand he rubbed soothing circles into the back of your palm “Are you ok?” 

Without opening your eyes you managed a weak “Why is your dick so fucking big?”

“Jesus Christ” he laughed at your unserious response before sobering up and gently forcing your head to face him, your eyes slowly fluttered open to find his concerned expression “Really though are you ok?” 

“Yes I’m fine” you waved him off before he wrapped both arms around you and scooted further down in the bed, holding you to his chest. “I’ll go run you a bath and call the pizza place, yeah? Or maybe soup would be better” your head pulled away from his chest, you may have taken a toll on your breathing for a while but your breathing was back to normal and besides the sting in your throat you felt perfectly fine. “Excuse me where's my earth shattering orgasm?” he frowned down at you “What?” 

“You're not gonna get that and just walk away without payment” you snarked in faux annoyance, “Are-are you sure?...”

“Equality bitch” he laughed at your smug grin, pushing gently at your shoulder to get you to lie back down, just as he was about to open his mouth you held your hand out to silence him “If you ask me one more time if I’m sure I promise you I will be sleeping at Robins tonight” he laughed and nodded “Understood” before crawling over you to press a kiss to your lips. “Two things” Eddie raised his eyebrows expectantly as he pulled away from you “Take your pants off, I don’t wanna be the only one naked here, and please skip all the foreplay I’m really fucking horny” he laughed again at your directness but obliged. 

While mindlessly getting comfortable in bed and settling against the pillows you indulged in watching the show of Eddie pulling his sweats down, once again those strong legs were all for you to mentally devour. Once he stood back up you lay notice to the twitch of his cock as his eyes raked down your figure, soft and lax on the soft cotton, skin and fat alike in relaxation in front of him, despite the previous strong orgasm his body was once again showing off his affection and arousal, this time in less of a betrayal. 

Hungry eyes found yours as he manoeuvred himself to bend your knees and sit by your feet. The aforementioned black swam in his eyes, darkened with the desire of getting to please his woman. Callused fingers smoothed up your calves to knead your doughy thighs, “Oh wait” you crunched your stomach to elevate your shoulders and unclasp the awkwardly fitted bra, sighing loudly in relief at the loss of fabric digging into your skin, all he did was grin as your breasts spilled out into their natural state and gently pried your legs open. 

His middle finger ran up the soaked lace nestled between your folds, “Hey, dickwad, I said no foreplay” he only laughed but decided to comply, moving onto his stomach he moved your panties to the side, the feeling of his finger running over your slick folds at the action had you humming in pleasure. His hands wrapped around the backs of your thighs and within no time, sweet fucking relief, finally after what seemed like forever the roaring fire was soothed to a stable flame. His warm tongue ran up your folds causing a shiver to travel throughout your body before he circled the tip over your clit. 

An unnaturally loud whimper rumbled through your throat at the action and soon enough a scrumptious mixture of broad licks, flicks and circles were directed at your clit. Eddie groaned in satisfaction at the taste of you, his grip tightening to pull you closer to his face. Breathless swares and whines were replaced with loud obscenities and near pornographic moans when he finally did what you loved the most, his lips wrapped around the sopping hood of your clit only a moment before a strong tongue flicked up and down on the unexposed skin of your hood. With two years of being head over heels for this man both Eddie and you had mastered the art of not making the sensations of his muscle raw on the bundle of nerves more pleasure than overstimulation, however the action never ceased to send your body in vicious twitches and shakes. 

The flame had been controlled but now it was safely growing in strength and size. Squeezing at every part of your lower belly while steadily increasing. 

Each delicious sound that sounded about the room was muffled when your thighs clasped around Eddie's head, plush skin plastering over his ears, but this way he could feel the sounds echoing in his head through the contact. His lips unwrapped and a sweet kittenlick was rewarded to your clit, his head moved and before you knew it his tongue was tracing the entrance to your hole, once he found his place you felt that same bulbous nose press against your clit, a moan ripped through you and your hips began squirming for friction against him in sync with the strong thrusts of his tongue into you. 

The feeling of such a sensitive nervous system rubbing against the firm skin and natural oils of his nose was like lying down after a non-stop 10 hour speed walk, fully pleasuring your body in more vicious ways than anything else could do.

You were so enraptured by every sensation that you didn't even notice his right hand leave your skin before two fingers forced through your opening. He gave you a second before his tongue found your clit again for a sugary sweet kiss, his eyes found yours as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you. The hand splayed under your breasts found itself in a similar position as the other, grasping onto the sheets, tugging and disrupting the peace of the smooth covers. 

Your second favourite move Eddie did came next, his fingers stilled and began curling inside you in that classic ‘come hither’ motion, his tongue snaked its way to force above his fingers as deep as he could, working furiously to add as much pressure to the slick, spongy wall of your cunt. Massaging the flesh in line with your pussy, he had to fight a wicked grin when his nose came in contact with your clit again and you immediately began grinding against it. 

The hot burning fire was turning blue, angry and full of piping hot rage, raising your body temperature and emitting a light sheen of sweat over your skin. With each press of the pads of his fingers against you, each stroke of his tongue and each drag of your clit against his nose it grew stronger and stronger, no longer resting in the pit of your stomach but spreading to your thighs and chest. With every passing second it grew and grew until its fiery licks were targeting your whole body. Every muscle tensing, fingers and does curling to grip with immense strength, lungs desperately breathing for all consuming air, neck stretching taught with the writhe of your head against the pillows and eyes strained to roll back and find your lost mind at the back of your head. 

Each second, each stroke, each breath, squeeze, curl, strain sent you careening over the edge of the highest peaks of the rocky mountains of Gondor, the fall being stretching to 30 seconds while you writhed, tensed, squeezed and panted. Dizzying metallic rainbows pulsed in waves behind your eyelids before they softened with the landing. Chest rising up and down while pained whimpers of intense overstimulation had Eddie smirking wickedly when he pulled away from you. Nothing in the world could have the strong enough impact to pull you out of your trance from the orgasm, and certainly not the feeling of Eddie slowly pulling your panties down your legs before collapsing down to lay next to you, catching his own breath. 

His hand slithered over your side as he manoeuvred you to snuggle your back to his chest, his grin was ever glowing as he heard your consistent panting, his soft laugh rumbling in his chest and sending vibrations through your body. As you lay there in silence, slowly beginning to catch your breath you soak up the moment, You Belong To Me by Cat Pierce echos softly throughout the room while callused finger travel gently up and down your hip. You can't help the bubbling fire beginning to gather warmth as his touch stretches further, squeezing your thigh before going back up to your hip. 

It grows in heat and quantity as the moment continues, the prickly tones and raspy voice of Cat Pierce making the feeling captivating. Eddie's soft hands enrapture your senses and boast the flames within you, slowly you move in his grasp and turn to face him, deep brown eyes find yours as he looks down at you, his eyes scan your features in utmost adoration. He captures your lips in a passionate yet gentle kiss which has you sighing against him, your fingers rake through his curls as his hand grips your hip to hold you close to him while your lips move rhythmically together, completely in sync the plush pink flesh meets your own in time with your body's movements. 

Hips slowly moving against each other he makes his way on top of you, Love Surrounds You by Ramsey makes the moment all the more desperate, passionate, sexy. Hands roam the surface of each other's skin in desperation, begging to be closer, to feel each other in the way only the two of you could. 

Without ever leaving the caress of your lips Eddies hand slinks between the two of you to wrap around his base as he lifts off of you. In union you sigh loudly as his head pushes past the entrance to your dripping walls. In a well deserved slow pace he thrusts in and out of you, attaching himself to the incredibly intimate moment, in, and out, in, and out, he listens to your shaky breaths and removes his lips from yours, staring down at you as your eyes close in pleasure. 

His arms encase you and hold your torso close to his as his lips begin a trail down the side of your neck and over the expanse of your shoulder, “I” kiss “am” kiss “infatuated” kiss “With you” he sighs against the softness of your skin as you shudder. “Say it again” your whisper only barely reaches his ears but he catches it and pulls away, his eyes find yours again and you watches the gold ambers of chocolate and almond swim in the orbs of his iris, “I’m fucking infatuated with you” the gentle moan is unexpected but welcomed with another deep kiss to your lips. 

As your digits pull at his roots his hips snap against you, his thrusts building harsher and harsher “You don't know what you do to me” heavy pants fill the room as his body works against yours in an altogether delicious movement. “With this fucking body, all for me” he pants before his kisses begin to make their way all over your chest, up and down your neck, over your face, anywhere he can reach. “So beautiful, so sexy, all the time. You are divine” 

“Each breath you take is like a breath of my own, your existence fuels mine” his words ring in your ears like a loud powerful gong, “Something created this prepossessing creature that you are and I don't know what it is but it was definitely not a human responsible. Something wholly, ungodly and out of world crafted your pretty face, carved each curve of your body and wove your intricate personality like fine silk and gifted it onto me and I will spend my lifetime praying to whoever it was that they never take you away from me, because I’m selfish baby, I want you all to myself, I need you all to myself.”

The stretch of his cock and the drag of it along your walls accompanied by such powerful words strengthened with his touch all over your body had your head spinning, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt as though your body was falling into another dimension, backwards, falling, falling. You could see it, the magical flavours of the universe, colours flashing by in a chase, hypnotising you.

Eddie's hips sped up and his hold on you tightened, he didn't even have to ask, he knew. He knew you were on the edge, he could feel your body beginning to vibrate as your breath began to pitch and loud moans drowned the music out. His own breath was heavy and constant, panting heavily before groans took over. 

An explosion ripped through you as hot spurts of cum painted your walls and you screamed.

For nearly an hour you lay there, entwined in the sheets and wrapped up in strong arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other before you drifted off.