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gucciwins · 5 months

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birthday blues

Y/N doesn't celebrate her birthday. Harry wants to change that.

Word count: 9381

A/N: it's my birthday! and I thought you deserved something nice. I feel sometimes birthday can be very up and down. somehow tears come by every year. I always wanted to write a birthday story and what better day to post it than on my birthday.

warnings: mentions of a parent death

happy reading!

365 days

That’s how long it took the sun to rotate the earth. That was also how many days it took for Y/N to turn a year older.

Birthdays are meant to be celebrated with family and friends. Where they shower someone with gifts cake but mostly love. It’s something Y/N hasn’t felt since she was young. Her mother made sure Y/N was reminded that the sun shined bright for her. She made all her dreams come true until she couldn’t. Y/N lost her mother, Isla, to cancer. She fought a long battle, but it seemed losing her mother meant losing her father as he lost the love of his life. Her older brother, already close to eighteen, understood loss but didn’t realize how grief could change a person because as soon as Caleb turned eighteen, he was gone. Only calling during the holidays but never coming home.

Y/N saw how others were celebrated on their birthdays as she grew up, from being invited to birthday parties to the grand gifts they would receive, primarily knowing that her friends had someone show up for them. That never happened for Y/N.

She moved away from home for university, and there was no argument from her father. She began her life where she hoped to create a family of her own, and with time, she had. Y/N never believed in having a large group of friends, but wherever she went, she made a friend along the way.

Aurora is Y/N’s best friend. She met her at a book club, their local bookstore hosts. Y/N complimented her fiery red hair; Aurora took one hard look at Y/N and claimed they would be best friends. Y/N brushed her off instead asking her out for coffee, and well, it seemed Aurora was right. She always is Y/N had come to learn.

With Aurora in her life came new friends; she was invited to dinner parties, coffee days, and to join in on mundane errand days. Y/N had never felt so invited and loved by her friends, but she made sure to give it right back. When it was Suki’s birthday, Y/N knew she wanted an ice skating day with all their friends but could never convince everyone to go; well, Y/N turned on the charm, and off they went. At Edward’s graduation party, she brought his favorite cake from the bakery across town. For Tina, she found a vintage sweater she had been searching for since she was seventeen and learned who Vivienne Westwood was. Y/N was the friend who went above and beyond for everyone because she knew they deserved it.

Year after year, they would ask Y/N to celebrate her birthday or accomplishments, but Y/N always promised them she didn’t like celebrating her birthday. After two years, her friends decided not to fight it and respected her wishes. She’d start her day the same way each year: head to Heart Coffee to buy a croissant and an oat milk vanilla latte. She’d head to the park, where she’d sit by the lake, seeing all the people run by. Then she’d cook herself a small meal and stay home to watch her favorite show (Parks and Rec). It’s a simple plan, one she liked and her friends respected. Her friends would get her gifts, sometimes books, kitchen supplies, or even the sweater she had been eyeing and saving up for, but that’s as much as she allowed to be celebrated.

Then Harry came into her life.

Aurora was having a bonfire to celebrate the start of Summer. Y/N loved the beach, searching for shells, and mostly, being in the water. Y/N had offered to help set up because she wanted to maximize her time in the water. Her mum always told her she was born a mermaid in another life for how much she loved water. Y/N spent her time in the water, and once she felt the sun begin to set (Aurora yelled for her to come in), she took a final dive and dashed to her car to change into warmer clothes. As she was closing her car’s trunk, Y/N bumped into someone. She quickly apologized, knowing she was in a hurry to return to her friends because she was hungry.

“My fault,” a strong voice responded.

It sent chills down her back. She looked up to meet his eyes and found mossy green eyes staring at her. “Sorry,” she apologized again. “I’ve got to go.” Y/N pointed behind her to signify she had people waiting for her, and before he could stop her, she ran off.

Y/N tried to brush away his pretty face, but her brain seemed frozen. She’d never seen someone so pretty. He had curls peeking out behind his hood, and his long eyelashes were something she’d forever be jealous of while she’d dream of what his pink lips might taste like. Y/N, with a drink in her hand, allowed herself to escape to her thoughts.

“Babes, you’ve got a pretty tan going,” Aurora commented as Y/N set her bag down.

Y/N felt her face warm, knowing tomorrow she’d be more burnt than she liked, but being in the water was worth it.

“So the mermaid has legs,” Frannie teases Y/N as she sits in the sand.

“So it seems. Got any gummy worms?” Y/N plays along, knowing her friend would understand the significance of the candy from one of their favorite movies.

There was a lot of chatter going around. She patted Frannie’s thigh, telling her she was getting another drink, but before she could do that, Tobias, Aurora’s boyfriend of two years, called for her.

“Y/NNNNN!” She giggled because it was clear he was a few drinks in. “My sweet baby, I want to introduce you to my friends. We’re in a band.”

“Were.” A man with an Irish accent answers.

“Shush, Niall. Y/N loves musicians.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “only if they play the piano,” she corrects.

She turned to look at the people Tobias wanted to introduce her to, and she took a deep breath when she recognized the guy with the gray hood, a smirk on his face.

“Right, whatever. My good mates from left to right are Niall, Sarah, Devon, and Harry. Mitch is off getting drinks. He’s the dude with really long hair. You’ll see him,” Tobias assures her. “Now, this is my best mate Y/N.” Y/N giggles. “Don’t tell Aurora, she’ll fight anyone who calls Y/N her, and I quote “bestie.””

Y/N hums in agreement. “It’s lovely to meet you all.” She shakes their hand in greeting. She saved Harry for last. Y/N tries to hide she’s looking at his long fingers, but when she looks at Harry, he’s staring at her with a wide smile.

“Piano hands.”

Y/N feels her face flush because he’s referring to the comment she made a few minutes ago. She takes a step back and excuses herself. “Off to get a drink. It was lovely to meet you all.”

Harry steps forward as if to follow her, but Tobias stops him with a shake of his head. Always protective. She looks over her shoulder and finds Harry already staring at her. She laughs to herself. Maybe she’ll get the courage to talk to him after two more drinks.

One drink later, Y/N was watching the waves crash in when she heard someone coming closer. She thought it was Aurora who was escaping the loud music for a moment, so she patted the seat next to her, but to her surprise, it was Harry.

“Hi,” she greeted softly.

“Hi, Y/N.” Harry smiled at her. “You’re hard to get alone.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “That’s Mum and Dad for you.”

“They’re protective of everyone like that?” He asks.

“Yes, but more so me.”

“Is it because you’re too sweet?” Harry asks curiously.

“Or to mean,” she counters.

Harry laughs, “I doubt that.”

Y/N turns her body to look at him, squinting her eyes suspiciously. “You don’t know me.”

He shrugs, “I don’t, but you shook my hand when we met. Don’t think that’s happened in such an informal setting.”

Shit.

Y/N lets his words sink in. So it was weird to shake hands, but her mum always taught her to be polite, and she'd shake their hand if she couldn’t be a hugger. Were handshakes weird? Did that mean Harry thought she was strange? Well, there goes her chance with him.

“Y/N, Sweets? Where’d you go?” Harry calls for her attention, seeing her lost in her head. “I’m that boring, huh?”

She’s quick to shake her head. “Sorry. That was so rude of me.”

“Only teasing.”

“Don’t like the party?” Y/N gestured behind them, knowing that was much better than sitting with her.

Harry scoots his hand closer to hers, only an inch apart the slightest movement, and they’d be touching. “I meant it when I said you’re hard to get alone. Aurora asked me fifty different questions, and one was about my car insurance.”

Aurora was odd, but she always had her best interests in mind.

“Think she’s scared I might get taken away from her.”

“She did say something about 60/40.”

Y/N lets her head fall into her lap, “that’s embarrassing.”

“Take it everyone’s sweet on you, Sweets.”

Y/N feels herself melt at the moniker. Harry is too charming for her, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want a chance.

“Are you?”

Harry takes it in stride. “Definitely.”

“Hmm…”

Harry takes her silence as rejection. “Take it, it’s not mutual?”

“I’m afraid you never asked me a question.” She feigns innocence.

Harry grins, “would you like to go on a date with me?” Y/N stays silent. “How’s that for a question?”

Y/N stands up, brushes away the sand, and offers her hand to Harry. He takes it, careful to not pull her off balance. “Yes.”

She walks back to her friends, leaving behind a stunned Harry.

“Did you say yes?” He yells, hurrying to catch up.

“I did.”

“Why?”

Y/N laughs, confused. “Was I supposed to say no?”

“Tobias assured me you would say no, so I thought no harm in trying.”

Y/N steps close to Harry, removing any space they head between each other. “Listen here, Harry. As much as I love Tobias, he doesn’t speak for me. So, if you ever have a question for me, just ask.”

Harry nods.

“Good. Now I’d love a s’more, care to join me?”

Harry, enamored by Y/N, is quick to agree.

He spent the remainder of the night glued to Y/N’s side. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to know everything about her, from her birthday to her favorite number. She asked him about the pets he had growing up and who his three favorite female artists were. Y/N told Harry his answer could change her response to their upcoming date. Harry named Stevie Nicks, Kacey Musgraves, and Megan Thee Stallion. Y/N told him she approved. He sighed in relief, telling her that his heart was close to beating out of his chest.

Harry’s friends began to pack up to leave, but he noticed Y/N didn’t, so he stayed put Y/N tucked against his side and said it was time for him to go, sensing all the looking Harry’s friends were directing at him and he was ignoring.

“Don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ve got my friends, Harry. I was fine before you and will be fine once you leave.”

Harry frowned, “fine isn’t good enough.”

“You’re a tough cookie.”

Harry makes no move to get up.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

He perks up, “I’m listening.”

“You text me when you make it home.” Harry nods eagerly. “I’ll text you when I make it home. If you’re awake, I’ll let you call me to wish me goodnight.”

“I’ll be awake,” he promises.

Y/N doesn’t know how true that is, but it does get him to finally follow his tired friends to their car. She watches him walk away when Aurora comes up behind, resting her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Tobias bet me $50 bucks he could keep Harry away from you.”

“What did you do, Rora?”

“I offered him a blowie if he let you be,” Aurora laughed, “I saw the sparkle in your eye. Don’t love him more than me is all I ask.”

Y/N giggles, “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good. I told him 60/40, but 70/30 is a better deal for me.”

Y/N felt like throwing up. She changed her outfit three times, restyled her hair twice, and messed up her eyeliner for the first time in months. Her date with Harry was tonight, and while she had a massive crush on him, her nerves were getting the better of her.

Before she could change her outfit another time, her phone rang, notifying her of a knock on her door. The security camera she had installed was a significant help. She pulled up the app on her phone and saw Harry wearing a black knitted sweater with two swans kissing. A bouquet of flowers in his hand. He kept pacing the front door, and Y/N felt settled, knowing he was nervous, too.

First dates can be awkward, and small talk is boring, but as soon as she opens the front door, Y/N knows it’s different. Harry shows her a bright smile, telling her how beautiful she looks. Y/N lets Harry open her car door; for dinner, Harry decides to take her to his favorite Italian restaurant. It’s ten minutes from the beach. It’s a family-owned establishment where all the dishes are made from scratch. Harry promised Mama D’s offers a pink sauce that’s to die for. Y/N let Harry order for her, and she was not sorry; the food was delicious. She knew she would return, but that wasn’t the best part. No, it was spending time with Harry.

She learned how smart he was. He is constantly reading a new book, whether poetry or history books; he always has his hand on something new. Y/N proudly told him she loved her romance books, that she had only recently begun to get into fantasy, but that her favorite series growing up was “The Hunger Games.” She went on a slight tangent explaining what the books meant to her and how, from time to time, she would pick it up to read it all over again. When she realized she had probably said too much, Y/N felt her face burning and wouldn’t dare to meet Harry’s stare.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

Harry shakes his head, “no, don’t do that.”

“What?” Y/N asks confused.

“Apologize for what you’re passionate about. It’s a part of you; don’t make it seem insignificant,” his words settled deep in her heart. “I could write you a ten-page essay on why The Notebook is one of the best romance movies to exist.”

“With citations included?” Y/N teased, easing the tension she was holding.

“Well, of course,” Harry plays into her banter.

It’s clear by the end of the date that Y/N is head over heels for Harry, and the feeling is mutual. Harry sat across from Y/N at the start of the meal, but after their dinner and a glass of wine, he slipped into the seat next to her. He played with her fingers that rested on the table, his entire body turned to her, giving her his undivided attention. Y/N and Harry stayed at the restaurant until they closed. Their waiter, Devin, told them he didn’t want to rush them, but they did need to clean up the outside patio. Harry knew it was time to go but didn’t want the night to end.

“Fancy a walk?” Harry asked Y/N as they stood by the car, pointing toward the beach where she could hear the waves crashing on the shore.

“Lead the way.”

Harry reached for Y/N’s hand, but Y/N was the one to intertwine their fingers, keeping a tight grip on him. Harry gave her a squeeze to assure her he liked it. The moon shone down on them as they walked towards the calm waves. They walked in silence; there was no need to fill the void with talk. Simply being together was enough for them.

He was aware this was a first date. Yet, Harry knew what he was feeling was something he would never experience again, entirely because of Y/N.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Sweets.”

“Can I confess something to you?”

Harry stops walking, hearing the tremble in her voice. “Hey, of course you can. Anything you want.”

“Well,” she takes a deep breath. “When we met, I thought you might be a little cocky because you have this larger-than-life personality, but truthfully, you're the sweetest person I have ever met.”

Harry feels his cheeks turn red. He did not see this coming. “Sweets, you mean that?”

“I do. You make me feel safe and cared for. I-I know we don’t know each other too well, but I would like to keep seeing you if you’re interested,” she whispers the final word as if all her confidence was sucked away.

“Y/N, look at me.” She lifts her gaze to meet his. Y/N can see how bright his eyes are with the moon's light. “I would love to keep going on dates with you. You called me sweet, but Y/N, you’re the kindest, smartest, most beautiful person I have met in all my years of life. I’d love to keep spending time with you even if it was simply to go grocery shopping.”

“Good,” she whispers. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“Come one, Sweets. The night is still young.”

Harry and Y/N spent the remainder of the night sitting on the cold sand, telling each other everything they could think of because while neither would say it out loud, they knew they had met their soulmate.

Y/N loved playing dress-up. She loved exploring her fashion, knowing she’d get suitable and horrible outfits, but each one would be a story for her to tell. Y/N loved going to flea markets on the weekends and went to her favorite thrift store every time the kind worker shot her a text, there was a large donation that came in. Her mother once took her to an estate sale, and Y/N got to see pieces of someone else’s story. Y/N loved visiting the homes but also because she got to find some of the most insane items. Y/N had found a vintage baby pink Chanel sweater and a never-worn pearl necklace. It was her most precious piece of jewelry.

When Harry learned that Y/N loved going to vintage and second-hand stores, he planned a date night to take her to all the hidden spots his mother had shown him. It had been a few weeks of dates, Y/N and Harry being exclusive, enjoying their time together. Harry had planned a few dates, but so had Y/N. With final exams looming close, he wanted to make sure that Y/N knew that spending time with her was his priority, so he wanted to take her to one of her favorite activities.

Harry had specific tastes, loving to wear vintage shirts, sometimes paying too much for one he couldn’t live without. Harry loved being able to share this passion with Y/N but mostly enjoyed spending time with her. He understood they both had schoolwork and needed to make time to study, but Y/N was great at making time to see him, so he decided he could do the same. She stopped by for breakfast after her morning pilates class. Harry would send her flowers to arrive at her office. It was a simple gesture, but Y/N appreciated it each time.

“Did you know Dee can’t stand Prim?” Y/N tells Harry as she looks through the rack of skirts, trying to find a velvet skirt.

Harry frowned. “Prim the cat?”

“Mhmm…the very one. Says she’s demonic or something,” Y/N shrugs.

“Prim is the sweetest little baby. Always curl up in your lap for a nap.”

Y/N looks back at him with a big smile, recalling the memory of them over at Sasha’s house for game night. Harry sat to her right as they watched Frannie and Brandon try to beat their score in charades when the small black cat came right over to her with a tiny meow and settled in her lap. Y/N ran her hand through Prim’s black coat, coxing her right to sleep. Harry made sure to capture photos for her. Even made it his new lock screen.

“Yeah, told Dee she probably needs to bring Prim a snack to befriend her.”

Y/N pulled out a black skirt; she looked it over, trying to decide if she wanted it, when Harry spotted something over her shoulder. It was a maroon velvet skirt with a split on the leg, and he knew it was exactly what she was looking for.

“How about this?”

She turned around to see Harry holding up a skirt. It looked in perfect condition, not a tear in sight. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

“We can always alter it. I’m amazing with a sewing machine,” Harry shares.

Y/N grabs it from him, adding it to the pile of clothes she’s already holding in one arm. “Fine, I’ve been convinced.” She giggles, knowing she would have taken it no matter what because Harry was the one who found it for her.

“Did you find that knitted cardigan here?” Y/N asks him, exiting the shop, the bag of clothes in Harry’s hand as he uses his other hand to hold hers.

“No, my Nan made it.”

Y/N’s eyes gleam in excitement. “That’s amazing. Did she teach you?”

Harry laughs. “No, I'm really bad with needles. Nan says I’ve got too big of hands.”

Y/N lifts their intertwined hands, looking down at his black nail polish contrasting her red. “I think you’ve got perfect hands.”

Harry kisses her temple. “Thank you, sweets. Are you up for a coffee?”

“And a croissant?” She asks excitedly.

“Well, of course. Only the best for you.” Harry pulls her close and leads them to a coffee shop up the street.

Harry knows he’s never been happier. He’s glad to have Y/N in his life.

Y/N had spent the summer falling in love. Harry had been the perfect gentleman. She had never met someone as kind as him, and when he asked her to be his girlfriend, there was only one clear answer.

Yes.

She held back from screaming it. Her excitement was hard to hide, but thankfully, so was Harry’s. They spent that night back at Y/N’s apartment kissing. Harry had the sweetest lips, and Y/N always wanted more after one taste. He brought warmth into her life, which she would always be thankful for.

Now, in Autumn, she spent her time with her studying, going on dates, and sharing lots of kisses. Y/N got to meet Harry’s family: his mother, who has a big love for cats; his older sister, who’s a lawyer and the best baker to ever exist; and his step-father, who is heaven-sent. Y/N shared she was nervous to meet them all because of how much Harry talked about them, but he assured her they’d love her.

They settled on brunch together, which went as well as Harry expected. Y/N shared what she was studying, where she was from, and how sweet Harry was raised. His mother, Elise, was over the moon with her kind words. When Y/N excused herself to the restroom, his mum could not stop gushing about how perfect Y/N was for him. His sister, Aaliyah, was more challenging to win over. She seemed to think she could read everyone perfectly. It was her job as a lawyer, but sometimes Harry wanted her to simply be his sister. Y/N spent the breakfast sharing stories asking about Harry growing up. His stepfather shared his favorite memories of Harry growing up. How Aaliyah tried to always sell Harry away or ship him off in a box. It never worked, but she tried so hard.

It took a slight turn when the conversation shifted to Y/N’s family. “Has Harry met your family?” Aaliyah asked.

Y/N felt her hands begin to sweat, and as if he could sense her nerves, Harry reached down and intertwined her hand with his, letting them rest on her lap.

“No, uh, he hasn’t.”

Aaliyah frowned, “Now that doesn’t seem right. Are you ashamed of him?”

Y/N jumps back as if she had just been slapped. She knew his sister cared for him, but being accused of being ashamed of Harry was not something she ever wanted to happen. Y/N took a deep breath and decided to share the deepest parts of herself with Harry’s family, something she did not like to talk about and only mentioned to Harry, never giving him the whole story.

“My mum Isla passed away when I was ten. She was my hero and my biggest supporter. It’s not something you ever really heal from; grief lessens, but you’ll always miss them.” Y/N wanted to look away. The look of pity on their face was not something she wanted. “My—my dad loved my mum. He always said she was his other half, and well…when he lost her, it’s like we lost him too. My older brother is eight years older than me. So when my mum passed away, he was getting ready to leave for university. Once he left, he never came back. He calls on the occasional holiday but loves life in America.” Y/N is surprised she’s not crying yet but pushes on. “It’s hard living in a house when you’re the one who essentially raised yourself. Dad worked, came home and mourned, then went back to work. An endless cycle. I had family members try to help him, but they knew it would be better if I left.” Y/N could feel her hands shaking and her knee continuously bouncing, but she did it; she made it through her story. “Sorry if that was an overshare.” Y/N excuses herself, needing a minute.

She walks out front, and that’s when her tears fall.

“For fucks sake,” she groans, knowing tear stains are hard to hide.

“Y/N,” Harry calls for her softly. “Are you okay?”

Harry. Her sweet angel. Y/N’s sure her mum put him on her path because her love for him is something she’s never felt before, but it makes her feel whole. Y/N lets herself collapse in his arms, no longer caring about her tears.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. “They must think I’m a mess.”

“Hey,” he says softly. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.”

“It’s true,” she defends.

Harry lifts her head to have him look at her. “You don’t have to be perfect or have to have your life together. You just need to remember you’re not alone. You’ve got so many people that l–adore you.”

Y/N takes a moment to let it all sink in. Harry’s right. She’s simply overwhelmed and thankful to have him here.

“Is your family upset with me?”

“Not at all, baby,” he assures her. “I think Mum was reprimanding Aaliyah, actually.”

Y/N laughs at his excitement, “let's go back.”

“Are you sure?” He checks one final time.

“Mhm. Do you think your mum will share photos of you?”

“Only one way to find out,” Y/N let him lead the way as she felt her heart calm down, knowing she was in safe hands.

Y/N could not be prouder of Harry. He had passed all his exams with flying colors (Y/N did, too), all while getting promoted at work. It was a campus job that paid decently. He did it for the scholarship offered but had come to love his role in helping other students. Y/N had done well, too, but that didn’t matter to her, not when she wanted to celebrate Harry. She planned a special night out for him with all of their friends. Harry loved a good party, and she wanted to give him precisely that. She had told him to prepare for the night, claiming it was a surprise.

Harry didn’t think much, knowing her surprise ranged from a bouquet of flowers to getting dessert and the occasional new clothing she found for him. He didn't know what to expect tonight because when she showed up at his apartment in a little black dress, he was close to pulling her into his apartment and not letting her go. As good as that dress looked on Y/N, he knew it would look better on his bedroom floor. Harry noticed Y/N’s excitement and knew he couldn’t keep her locked up, but it did not stop him from pushing her up against the wall and happily messing up her lipstick.

Once he noticed it was getting hard to control himself when he pulled away. “Look beautiful, sweets.”

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his stained lips. “Thank you.”

“Should we head out?” Harry asked, grabbing his coat and helping Y/N slip hers on.

“Mhm…”

The car ride was short, driving close to the university. He noticed they were outside the bar they come to for karaoke some nights. He loves belting out an Adele song from time to time. Y/N hurried out the door, her excitement unable to be contained. Y/N waited at the door for him, her hand outstretched for him to take. He kissed her wrist and gestured for her to go on.

Walking in, everything looked normal. People were sitting around at the tables, not a seat in sight at the bar. Y/N offered Grady, their favorite bartender, a wave. The crowd parted for Y/N as if she were an angel walking by. He was always mesmerized by how her presence caught the attention of everyone around her.

Y/N led them to the back room, which was reserved for large parties. Harry was confused; she had said the surprise was for him, but it didn’t make sense when there was nothing to celebrate. His birthday wasn’t until February, and she knew that. Made a clear point to add it to her calendar as Harry Styles’ Birthday with a yellow heart next to it. A simple gesture that made his heart skip a beat. When they entered the room, Harry noticed all their friends gathered around. Mitch was laughing with Niall while Sarah approached them with three drinks in hand. She quickly passed Harry a vodka cranberry while Y/N got Sprite.

“Your girl sure knows how to throw a party,” Sarah raises her glass in a cheer.

“I-I.” Harry has no words.

Sarah laughs. “Did you really not know? I thought she would have told you. Y/N was so excited she thought she might burst,” she teased.

Y/N smiles, leaning her head on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s for everyone,” Y/N reminds her.

Sarah clicks her tongue. “You said, and I quote, ‘Harry aced every exam. He had the highest grade in each class. It deserves to be celebrated.’ Or am I wrong?”

Y/N feels her face heat up because Sarah’s words are true. She said it because it was true. He deserves all his accomplishments to be celebrated, from acing an exam to turning in an exam. Uni isn’t always fun; if she can make good days for him, she feels like she did something good for someone she loves.

Harry excuses them, pulling them to the corner of the room. A few people try to get his attention, but he’s on a mission to get his girl alone. Harry corners her, his emerald eyes locked with her soft eyes. “You’re an angel,” he whispers. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Y/N has no answer because she feels the same way. “I feel the same way.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” he gestures around them.

She nods, “I wanted to. You deserve to be celebrated.”

Harry can no longer hold back. He connects his lips with hers. His hands settle on her waist while Y/N fists the front of his shirt. The passion was burning him; he craved the feeling. Y/N was lost in the feeling that she had forgotten they were in a room with their friends. She jumps back when she hears a loud holler and a yell of Harry’s name. Y/N lets her head fall on his chest, her cheeks burning while Harry tries to coax her to look at him.

“Y/N, love. You’re amazing.”

A large smile splits on her face; before Harry can kiss it away, Y/N holds his hand and pulls him to the dance floor, their drinks long forgotten.

“Let’s celebrate, baby!” Y/N shouts, laughing as Harry twirls her into him. Her laugh rings loud, and Harry knows she’s the best thing to ever happen to him. As Y/N dances in front of him, one thought rings loud in his head.

He is completely and utterly in love with Y/N.

Y/N didn’t enjoy her birthday, but it didn’t mean she didn’t celebrate her friend's special day. Frannie loved spending time with her friends, so with the help from Aurora, they planned a dinner party at Aurora’s shared apartment. They set up two long folding tables with chairs and pushed the couches back for extra space. Y/N decorated the apartment with streamers, balloons, and banners with the help of Harry, who got on the ladder for her when she couldn’t reach something.

The dinner was set for 5pm. Thankfully, Frannie’s birthday landed on a Saturday, so everyone will be free from uni for the week. Y/N had place cards made for everyone. Harry even had a little heart next to his name. He would be sitting right next to Y/N, with Mitch to his left. They were his two favorite people because while he was good at having Y/N’s attention, it seemed when she was in a large group of people, she always became the life of the party.

At 4:30, everyone began to arrive one by one. Aurora was set to get there at 5 with Frannie. They had told Frannie it would only be dinner with the three of them, but she was in for a big surprise. The door opened at 5:01, and everyone screamed, “Surprise!”

Frannie dropped the flowers she was holding in shock.

“You did this!” Frannie pointed at Y/N, who was leaning against Harry’s chest.

Y/N brushes her off, “it was all of us.”

Harry knew she didn’t like all the attention, yet Y/N always went out of her way to show everyone how much she loved and appreciated them. It made him wonder how her friends would celebrate Y/N this year. He knows he tried but sometimes never can’t measure up. He loves buying her flowers, always treats her to coffee, and gives her kisses tenfold because he knows it makes her smile.

He sees Frannie, gives her a tight hug, then settles down at the head of the table. Harry likes how easy conversation falls around him. He talks about a new album that recently came out with Mitch. Y/N jumps in, saying the closing song is her favorite. Sarah shared how the campus job is giving her 40 percent off on all merchandise, so send her a list of what they want.

Y/N rests her hand on Harry’s thigh as she slips into conversation with Aurora and Brandon, talking about the lab Aurora did earlier in the week. Y/N jumps in every few minutes to show she’s listening. Harry selfishly wants to pull her away, wanting her attention back on him.

Harry traces random shapes on her hand, letting Mitch talk his ear off as he picks at Y/N’s chipped nails. He makes a mental note of painting them for her tomorrow.

“I love you, Harry,” she whispers in his ear. A soft kiss is placed on his cheek as she goes to pull away. Harry reaches out and sets her in his lap, not caring that all their friends are watching.

“Say it again,” he begs in a husky voice.

“You've heard me say it before,” she giggled, thinking about their midnight walk when Harry confessed under the stars how he had fallen in love with her. Y/N kissed him, not needing him to beg her to say she loved him. She’d say it over and over again for as long as he asked. “I love you” had become his favorite phrase.

Y/N sits in his lap for a while; Harry knows she’s tired and close to falling asleep as he feels her settle deeper in his lap. She jolts up when Aurora asks for help with the main dish. Y/N kisses his lips, promising to be back quickly. Being at the apartment all day getting everything ready took a toll on her, and he knew that after eating, she would want to sleep for a long time, but Y/N would not leave because she would see it as rude. Harry composes an idea as dinner continues.

The meal is enjoyed, and he has the perfect idea when dessert is passed around. He feigns a yawn, making sure Y/N is watching him. He apologizes, giving her a brief kiss.

“Do you wanna go, H?” Y/N asks. “I know we’ve been here all day.”

He shakes his head, “no, you can stay.”

Y/N frowns, not liking that option at all. Harry has been staying over lately, and she’s gotten used to him in her bed. She debates on what to do because she knows cleaning up will be a bitch and would hate to leave it all to Aurora. Sarah notices her mood change and asks her what’s wrong.

“You alright?”

“Ready to call it a night, but worried about the mess,” Y/N looks around mentally, trying to see what she can throw out and save.

Sarah waves her off, “go home, babes.”

“But–”

“Nope. We’ve got this. You set up, we take down,” Sarah tells her like it’s obvious.

Y/N reaches forward, tugging her friend in for a hug. “You’re the best.”

Y/N begins to make her rounds, bidding goodnight, sharing her fair of I love you before landing at Harry’s side, her hand in his. Harry quietly thanks Sarah and walks out with his tired girlfriend. She sinks against him as they walk down the steps leading them to the street where they parked

“Remind me to never set up a party,” she groans as she throws herself into the passenger seat. Harry bites back a laugh instead, leans in, and helps Y/N buckle up. She gives him a tired grin. “You’re the best.”

“Do you want me to set up a bath for when I get you home?”

Y/N perks up. “Does that mean we’re going to yours?”

Harry has the bigger bathtub, so he knows what she’s asking. If he’ll be joining her. “Text Mitch to stay with Sarah.”

“Oh, are we using the citrus one?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Y/N sighs against her seat. “Oh, how I love you, Harry.”

Harry’s heart fills with warmth. This love is everything he’s ever wanted in life.

Y/N loved her friends. She loved seeing them smile, helping them out, and, most of all, celebrating them. All her friends took care of her, but Y/N always seemed to go above and beyond for each of them. It was something her Mumma taught her. “Give graciously because it will come back to you.” She likes to think it’s come back in ways she never imagined.

Brandon had always been an excellent friend to Y/N. He had her back when she failed her first exam. He held her hand when she got lost at the pumpkin patch the year prior. Y/N was thankful for everything he did, from helping her set up her first tattoo appointment to taking her to the mechanic and ensuring she wasn’t being ripped off. He was a good friend, and she wanted to celebrate this new opportunity that had opened up for him. He had started a new job in IT a few months back, and Y/N knew how much he enjoyed it. It was better than biology, but soon, his job offered him pay for his education under a different major: IT Security Protection. It was the easiest, yes, but the only problem was that he’d have to go to a college in the States. This was a celebration and an early goodbye because he wasn’t set to leave until the New Year.

This time, the event was at a club. Everyone was ready to let loose after a hard week, and the celebration was a perfect opportunity. Harry promised Y/N he’d watch after them, only limiting himself to two drinks and ordering them an Uber home when it was time to go. Except for the fact that Y/N was making sure her friends were enjoying themselves. It seemed Samantha got into some drama with Frannie, and they’ve been butting heads. Harry knows Y/N is a great mediator, but he wants Y/N to be able to go out without worrying about fixing problems. His girlfriend is heaven-sent, but he wants her friends to be there for her like she is for them.

Harry hoped they would prove it on the most important day for Y/N.

Harry takes note of all the grand gifts and events Y/N goes on to plan for her friends. It’s something he knows Y/N loves doing, but what does she get in return? Harry knows her birthday is soon and wonders what her friends have planned.

A few friends gathered to go out for drinks. Harry had not left his seat beside Y/N except to buy their drinks. Y/N leans in, kissing the corner of his mouth, promising she’d be gone a second, needing to use the restroom. Harry made sure she made it safely before getting everyone’s attention.

“What are you planning for Y/N’s birthday in a few weeks?” Harry asks, popping Y/N’s cherry from her Shirley Temple in his mouth. Y/N stated she hated them but always ordered extra because she knew Harry would eat them.

Aurora frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Her birthday. December 3rd. How do you want to celebrate? Was thinking of renting out the backroom of her favorite restaurant, inviting some friends, drinks all night, and cake. You know we’ve got to take care of her sweet tooth.”

“She doesn’t celebrate her birthday,” Frannie tells him.

Harry frowns; that doesn’t make sense. Y/N had told him all about how she celebrated with her mum when she was growing up. How her Mum would wake her up to breakfast in bed and slip in next to her, telling Y/N her favorite memories from when Y/N was an infant to her current age. It filled him with so much happiness that she got to experience it. That she had that much love in her life, and while he knows she has lost it in some way, it will always be with her. Frannie’s words ring over and over in his head.

Y/N never mentioned not being a fan of her birthday.

“What ya mean?” Harry needs a clear answer.

“She refuses to celebrate her birthday with us. It’s been like this since I met her, Harry,” Aurora tells him, but he’s not so convinced.

“Have you asked her? She’s got fond memories of her birthday, and if we let her stop celebrating, this day will mean nothing to her. Y/N makes all of you feel special every chance she gets, from celebrating graduations to the newest tattoos. You mean the world to her, but what does she mean to you?”

Harry is getting heated, so he excuses himself. He was going to find Y/N and hoped to convince her to let him take her home. He’s too frustrated to keep sitting at a table of their friends who refuse to do something kind for Y/N simply because she said she didn’t want to celebrate once a few years ago.

“H, honey? You okay?” Y/N asks, concerned when she finds him leaning against the wall beside the restroom.

“Got a headache, Sweets. Wanted to see if you wanted to stay, and I’ll suck it up to keep you company.”

Y/N is quick to disagree. “No, no. We’ll go back to yours. Let me take care of you.”

Harry loves his girl. She deserves the universe; if he can try to give it to her each day, he knows she will always feel loved.

Harry woke up bright early, under purple covers. Y/N curled up into his chest, almost her entire face hiding under the covers. He hated moving, knowing she might wake up with any wrong move, but he managed to settle her and went outside. He did his morning routine quickly, then headed to the kitchen, where he made sure he had everything for French toast, her absolute favorite meal last night.

While cooking the French toast, he ordered her iced vanilla oat milk latte to be delivered. He hated delivery fees, but today was a special occasion, and he would do anything to make her day memorable.

As he placed the French toast on a plate, Harry noticed the front door camera and hurried over before the person could knock. Harry received the drinks with a giant smile, giving the guy a ten-dollar bill in thanks. He found the tray Y/N told him she likes to use under the sink. He put the French toast and a cup of water on the tray. Grabbing the flowers, he rushed out to get up the street from Lady Silvie and her coffee.

He saw her beginning to stir, her hands moving around as if searching for him. His heart tightened in his chest at how much he loved her. Softly, he began to sing “Happy Birthday.” Y/N, in confusion, froze before shooting upright. Harry walked closer to the edge of the bed until he knelt on the corner, placing the tray over her lap.

Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears at the sweet gesture her boyfriend did for her. She mentioned her birthday in passing, hoping he wouldn’t remember, but her dear Harry remembers everything she has ever told him. She had told him stories of how she celebrated with her mum growing up, the only person Y/N has confided in since moving here. Not that she didn’t trust her other friends but because he was patient with her and broke down every single wall she had. Y/N had never felt she could truly be herself with anyone, and thenHarry came into her life. He helped her begin to love every part of herself.

“Happy Birthday, Sweet Y/N!”

Her tears break free.

She can’t even get a word out because her tears keep coming. Every birthday after her mum passed, she dreaded waking up. Most of the time, she slept the day away or treated it as any other day, but today, she woke up with a full heart as she woke up to her boyfriend singing. It’s something Y/N will always hold close to her heart.

Harry is her best friend, the other person who knows her inside out. With a single look he knows what she’s saying.

He crawled onto the bed, carefully moving the tray to avoid spilling anything, and pulled Y/N into his lap. It’s one of his favorite positions to be in.

“Happy tears?”

Y/N nods.

“I have a nice day planned for us. Are you up for it?” He asks softly, his hand rubbing circles in her back.

“You do?” She asks, surprised.

Harry chuckles, “of course, it’s my favorite person’s birthday.”

Y/N’s smile is bright. She lets Harry wipe away her tears and then gives him a chaste kiss. “I’m very lucky to have you in my life.”

They eat breakfast with Y/N in Harry’s lap as she feeds him bites of her fruit. It was very domestic and everything he looks forward to with his future with Y/N. Harry cleans breakfast, asking Y/N to meet him in the living room. She comes out, hair brushed and wearing his hoodie. He has a few gifts sitting on her coffee table.

Y/N jumps on the couch as she waits for Harry to give her the go-ahead with the presents. She opened her gifts and found items ranging from silk scrunchies to glitter bath bombs. Y/N thanks Harry with a kiss after each present. Harry hands her an envelope, promising it’s the last one. Y/N looks at him suspiciously but opens it slowly. It’s a piece of paper, and she can’t believe her eyes when she unfolds it.

She reads it again and again.

“Is this real?” Y/N inquires.

Harry laughs, “very much so.”

“You got us tickets to SZA,” she says slowly, as if she’s waiting for Harry to tell her it’s not real.

“It’s our favorite album. I-I thought it would be special. Something to look forward to,” he promised.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

Harry spends the rest of the morning showing Y/N how much he loves her.

After spending a lovely morning in bed, Harry convinced Y/N to get ready and took her to her favorite bookstore, where he helped her pick a few books from her “tbr,” of course paying for her. They took a stroll by the lake before deciding it was too cold. Then Y/N decided it was time for an early lunch, and they ate tacos from Y/N’s favorite restaurant.

It was a perfect day.

One that helps one final surprise for her.

Harry had requested that she put on her favorite dress and get ready. There was somewhere he wanted to take her.

Outside the restaurant, Y/N asked Harry what they were doing as she saw a full parking lot and a familiar car, but her gaze didn’t linger long as Harry captured her attention.

“Do you trust me?” Harry asked.

“With all my heart,” she answered without hesitation.

“Then follow me. No questions.” She took his outstretched hand and let him lead the way. Harry told the Hostess the name of his reservation and was told to go down the hall to the right.

Harry felt his heart pounding as they neared the door that would lead them to all of Y/N’s friends, who were ready to surprise her with a party. Something in him stopped a few steps away. Y/N frowned because something was wrong. Harry seemed like he was going to throw up.

“H, what’s wrong?”

Harry lets go of her hand and brings them to rest on her cheek, needing her sweet eyes on him. “I-I-I love you, Sweets. I love you so much. Behind that door are all your friends, ready to celebrate your birthday with you. Selfishly, I want to steal you away, but they’re excited to spend this day with you. If it’s too much and I crossed a line,” his voice cracked. “I apologize. So if you don’t want that, we can go right now.”

“You planned this,” she whispered.

Harry sighs, “yes, they told me not to, but you shower everyone with your love, and you deserve the same, if not more.”

Y/N feels her throat close up and knows she’s going to cry as soon as Harry leads them to the party.

She steps closer to him, with no space between them. Harry looks at her with so much love she knows he’s honestly her other half. Y/N pulls him down by the collar of his shirt and kisses him with everything she has. Y/N spills everything in the kiss. All her love wrapped in a kiss for Harry. He gives her back the same energy; both lost in the taste of each other don’t pull apart until they’re fighting for a breath. Y/N laughs against his mouth. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Harry kisses her again. “I love you, Sweets.”

“Let’s go in.”

He leads the way, knocking on the door three times, telling her that was the code for her arrival. Harry lets her in, and that’s when her friend's screams ring in her ears. Everyone Y/N considers a friend is here. The room has balloons and streamers around. There’s a cake that looks so yummy and a table full of presents all for her. Her friends stare at her with smiles. Y/N is so overwhelmed she doesn’t even know who to approach first. Aurora chooses for her, pulling her in for a tight hug.

”Happy Birthday, bestie!” Y/N laughs as Rora twirls her around. Rora pulls her back in, wiping away a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder.”

Y/N shakes her head, “no, no.”

Rora brushes her off. “You’ve been there for me since I met you. I’m sorry I didn’t always do the same.”

Y/N appreciates her friend’s apology, but she was partly to blame. She never fully let anyone in, afraid they’d leave her just like everyone else, but Harry showed her that wasn’t the way to live.

“You’ve got a good one,” Aurora told Y/N, pointing at Harry, who was talking with Mitch and Brandon. As if he could feel his eyes on her, he turned around, sending her a dimpled smile.

“You okay?” He mouthed.

“Perfect.” She replied. She blew him a kiss and continued around the room, talking to her friends.

As the night continued, Harry ensured Y/N always had a drink in hand, whether a vodka cranberry, or water. He ate dinner with her and helped her cut the cake when she asked for his help. All the cameras were on her, and she had gotten overwhelmed. Harry slipped his hand on top of hers, and together, they cut Y/N’s slice of cake.

No one had left yet, but Y/N needed a breather, so she stepped onto the patio overlooking a beautiful lit-up forest. Y/N heard silent footsteps behind her. She turned around to find Harry with his coat in his hands.

“Don’t want you to get sick, my love.”

Y/N smiles, stepping close to him and letting him help her put it on. She was staring at Harry with so much adoration. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have him in her life. Y/N leaned in close. The music flowing out of the room had her wrapping her arms around his waist. His hands settled on her waist as he held her tight, that familiar feeling that if he didn’t hold tight enough, she might disappear.

Harry leaned his forehead against hers, letting each other fall in love all over again.

“This was the best birthday,” she whispered as they swayed to the music in the distance.

Harry lifted his hand, brushing a strand of hair back. “Just wait until next year,” he promised.

Y/N looked forward to it.

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your birthday | s. es

boyfriend!eunseok x reader | 6.0k words

two posts in two days but this is a little treat for eunseok’s birthday and an instalment of the next series i have in mind! kinda based off a request i received about eunseok and the reader in an igaf war (LMFAO)…inspired by the feeling i get when i listen to in a week by hozier.

contains: having cake (and eating it too if you catch my drift)

when eunseok first became a teen, nothing changed.

he spent his prepubescent life yearning to become one of the big kids that seemed to have so much fun. he would kick rocks past the park when leaving school, stealing glances at the teenagers that passed around a brown paper bag by the skating ramps. eunseok would look at them through through the chainlink fence when they decided to hang out on eunseok’s path home from school. when he was feeling extra bold, eunseok let his body lean against the fence, fingers in the gaps of wire while he observed them.

eunseok memorized how they moved their bodies carelessly and walked with a relaxed nature, how they were oblivious to the world around them. eunseok didn’t know if their benevolence was by design, he was so acutely aware of everything he thought it was an innate part of being human. but here he stood, less than a yell away and they didn’t acknowledge his presence. but eunseok was still meek at that age, a small boy who had barely graduated from his velcro sneakers to laced shoes. the teenagers wore clothes that hung loosely on their bodies, dressed in fashion that would make anyone think they were delinquents. they may have been that very thing, what else do you call teenagers that skipped school to spend time at the park day drinking?

no matter what they were, it didn’t matter to eunseok. he thought they were cool and he was determined to become just like them. so when he stood underneath the sun on his sixteenth birthday instead of only staring at them through the fence he called out to them. eunseok was a different person now, he skipped class and retired the circle frame glasses he got called a nerd for wearing. the best part was that the group of kids drinking in the park changed each year and they had finally become his age. eunseok called out the name of a kid that shared class with him waving a pack of stolen cigarettes in the air like an offering. eunseok had stolen the pack from his parents a long time ago in preparation. he hated the smell and the way it made his throat burn, but he didn’t judge. he knew the delinquents loved to smoke, and they easily accepted eunseok into their group after he took a swig of hard liquor without grimacing.

when he turned eighteen, the first thing he did was buy a lottery ticket. he didn’t know how to decipher the icons on the scratch off, he had to ask a very uninterested worker to tell him if he won or not. he left the gas station with a pack of cigarettes, poorer than when he walked in. eighteen wasn’t too different for eunseok. he didn’t have to worry about skipping school anymore, he had graduated and could fully dedicate his time to hanging out all day doing nothing with his friends. his group had moved on from the adolescence of a kids playground to an abandoned pool. they would spend all day there and be the first ones when the rest of the towns delinquents arrived at night.

the night of his eighteenth birthday was when eunseok first saw you. eunseok was embarrassed to admit to his friends that knew you were not new to the scene. your older brother was one of the teenagers eunseok looked at when he was younger. your brother came and went, his mind was focused on things outside of drinking and breaking minor laws. he was one of the only ones that left the city quickly after graduation. he was shrouded in mystery and you were no different. when eunseok saw you walking towards the side of the pool his feet dangled off of he didn’t know what to do. eunseok had become so used to ignoring the world around him that when you came into it he was sheepish. he forgot how to form a bond with anyone outside of shared love for misbehaving and making bad decisions.

you were already so mature for your age, and you knew who you were. you spoke to eunseok about having a job and how excited you were for college to broaden your horizons. eunseok felt like he was that nerdy meek boy again standing on the other side of a chainlink fence—this time he was admiring you through the wired frame. eunseok wanted to be like you, he wanted to go after what he wanted in life like you did.

eunseok didn’t have to spend three years changing himself to be let inside. you welcomed him into your arms without stolen cigarettes and alcohol hidden in paper bags. he felt like he had found a new side of himself, and eunseok couldn’t stop telling people about it. no one could blame eunseok for his discovery; he didn’t know that life could be so sweet, or that love was something greater than partying all night.

eunseok took responsibility for not telling you early on that you had changed his life. talking about you to anyone that would listen wasn’t enough. the summer came to a close quicker than he expected. the season usually droned on when he spent his time hanging around abandoned places and playing video games in his friend’s basement. but it flew by, and spending every waking moment with you didn’t help the feeling of an impeding end subside. the final grains of sand went through the hourglass while there was a party at the abandoned pool house. it was one of the few nights of the summer where everyone was able to beat the sticky heat, and for the first time in eunseok’s teenage life, he wasn’t there.

he chose to get drunk off you instead, and inhale your perfume while you whispered in his ear. the two of you decided to make heat of your own, the type that had your bodies drenched in sweat underneath thin covers. your bodies molded together and glistened, reflecting the light of the illegal fireworks that exploded outside. eunseok gave you what little he had left to give you that night. he made a silent vow that he would be a better person when you held him tight and let out cries of euphoria into his neck.

eunseok turned twenty-one while you were still away. he went back to the same gas station that gave him the worthless scratch off lottery ticket to buy his first legal alcoholic beverage. eunseok waited until he settled into his apartment, leaning deep into his couch before reading the label and taking a quick sip. it tasted no different, maybe even worse than the drinks he had snuck and illegally tasted all these years. eunseok didn’t have too much of a taste for alcohol now, even less of a taste for the sickly sweet drinks you preferred. but he drank every drop for some reason, acting like you were the one that brought it for him.

eunseok was twenty-one when he rented his first car to come and see you. he took off work responsibly and drove through the night until he made it to your campus. he caught you just as you were leaving, planning a secret roadtrip back home to surprise her boyfriend who had just turned twenty-one. eunseok saw you nearly drop the bottle of the shitty vodka wrapped in a bow when you opened the door to him. he spent the night with you in your dorm and you two split the potable hand sanitizer with no chaser like you guys were teenagers again.

you two barely made it through half the bottle when eunseok felt you lean over and whisper into the rosy shell of his ear that your roommate very obviously wasn’t coming back. she had gone home for spring break, just like everyone else on your floor. eunseok still pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, and stuck fingers in your mouth to stop you from crying out. he let out grunts into the crook of your neck, and both of you muttered strings of incoherent words while you kissed. eunseok spent the rest of the night making up for lost time through rushed touches fueled by alcohol and desperation.

the next morning eunseok was hungover for the first time in so long he forgot how to operate. he had to wear your cat-eye sunglasses while you walked around the area surrounding your campus. again, eunseok fell victim to terrible timing. but he couldn’t stop himself from saying he wants to move to the city, and he would get the two of you an apartment off campus with the money he had saved up. he quickly talked about a future on the sidewalk, not noticing that he was next to a park. he was only focused on you, the way you were still glowing even through the tint of his shades. eunseok was afraid that the ridiculous sunglasses on his face made his words seem unserious, but the way you leaped into his arms and screamed with joy told eunseok you were taking him serious.

eunseok was twenty-three now, and he was nothing like the person he was in his hometown. after leaving, eunseok realized the world was alot bigger and there were more places to be than playgrounds and underneath bridges. he also realized that proximity was the only thing that made his friends stick around. he missed all of his friends from back home, and he wished distance didn’t keep them apart. eunseok came home to the small apartment he shared with you to see a single trail of confetti lead him to the kitchen. eunseok set his things down, and hung up his coat on the rack next to the door. he blew warm air into his hands, he didn’t know why it was still so cold in the middle of march. eunseok looked for you on the couch, where you normally sat relaxed after your shift until eunseok got home.

when he didn’t see you, he tried holding back a smile as he slowly followed the trail. he turned three large steps to get to the kitchen into fifteen tiny ones.

“i thought we weren’t celebrating birthdays.” eunseok said loudly into the empty space of your apartment.

the walls were thin, and eunseok barely had to raise his voice for it to echo in every room of the tiny layout. but eunseok imagined the yelling and the tiny steps increased the anticipation and excitement for your big reveal. he would talk to you about the finances later, and how important it was to not waste money on meaningless celebrations.

when he finally rounds the corner eunseok is surprised to see seven familiar faces looking back at him. his jaw drops open when everyone immediately launches into singing him happy birthday. it still hangs when it’s time to blow out his candles. after it’s all said and done, everyone in his kitchen looks back at him waiting for eunseok to say something back. he is still shocked, and he sounds confused when he asks how did everyone fit in the tiny space of his kitchen laughter. booms in his apartment, but eunseok is still confused.

while eunseok caught up with his friends, he can’t help but be confused why they are all here. birthdays were never significant in his friend group, the closest thing they got to a celebration was first pick on what to buy with the pocket change everyone was able to scrounge up. but eunseok’s friends talked about how you got them together, how you planned everything while you stood in the kitchen shaking your head bashfully. eunseok made his friends thank you repeatedly, until you had to sneak into your shared bedroom to get away from the endless praise. eunseok didn’t let it end when you were out of the room. he spoke of you highly in between topics of his friends and how good his life was. his friends were congratulating him, and they spoke of their own lives. everyone from his friend group were going on to do things of their own, outside the limits they were almost fenced into.

eunseok could talk to his friends for hours and he was grateful that you let him have alone time with the people he hadn’t seen in so long. but he couldn’t stop himself from occasionally peaking towards the closed door of the bedroom. eunseok wanted nothing more than to thank you for the planning and the effort that went into celebrating his birthday. twenty-three such an insignificant age to turn, but you put in effort like it wasn’t just a normal day.

by the time he was done catching up and promising to visit soon, it was dark outside. he took the time to sincerely thank all of his friends, and to tell them how grateful he was to have them in his life. expressing gratitude came easily to eunseok now, and he knew it caught all of his friends off guard. they jokes about how sweet eunseok was now during the final hug. eunseok only shrugged his shoulders before telling them to get home safe.

no matter how soft he closed the door, the tired hinges still creaked. eunseok joked about all the flaws in your apartment, and you two both made it a game to find the positive in the defects. the squeaky hinges were your first line of security, letting you know that someone was walking into your home. the creaky floorboards made a precious melody, the loud cast iron radiator was white noise. eunseok realized the leak in your ceiling by the couch that counted time was gone. the metal bucket that sat directly underneath the leak was gone too.

eunseok goes underneath it, smiling at the slightly discolored blotch that covers the hole.

“crafty.” eunseok says underneath his breath.

“is everyone gone?” you say.

your voice is gentler than eunseok’s. he can make his boom throuhg your apartment, but yours almost gets lost behind walls and closed doors. eunseok hears you regardless, letting you know it’s just you and him in the sanctuary you two built together.

eunseok clears the space between the living room and the door quickly, turning the knob to see you.

“can you bring me a piece of cake?” you quickly ask, much quieter than your previous sentence.

“sure baby.” eunseok says into the open crack of the door.

eunseok immediately turns towards the kitchen, walking to the counter where his half eaten cake sits. eunseok cuts you a piece of the cake using the butter knife that’s caked in frosting. he watches as it slices through each meticulous layer, acknowledging the fact it probably took you forever to make it. eunseok imagines about you in your cheesy apron, rereading the instructions on your phone a million times while he puts the slice on a tiny paper plate. the blue frosting matches the trim on the edges of the paper dish, and eunseok smiles again.

he heads for his bedroom door again, sucking the frosting off of his thumb before opening the door gently. he has to keep an eye on the plate, careful to not let the slice tip over the edge

“you patched the leak in the kitchen?” eunseok asks.

when eunseok looks up from the slice, he sees lit candles on the bedside table. eunseok sees you read your book in the center of the bed, trying so hard to be nonchalant about the cami top lingerie set you wear. you made sure to wear his favorite color, but whatever you decided to wear would’ve been his favorite. he nearly drops the piece as you set your book down and sit up against the headboard of the bed. you two look at eachother through the candlelit dimness and the the quickly building tension.

eunseok walks to the side of the bed closest to him. he’s so fast that the slice of cake falls on it’s side. eunseok is only paying attention to it enough to catch a chunk that detaches from it before it hits the floor.

eunseok wonders what’s going on inside of your mind as your eyes float between the piece of cake and his eyes. he watches you get on your knees, and bend over as your slow hand brushes past his leg to grab the handle of the bedside table. both your chests rise in anticipation as you open the drawer. you let eunseok see the assortment of toys he’s never seen before and a pair of cuffs that reflect light before you grab a lone candle.

eunseok comes closer when you beckon to him after lighting the candle on the small burning fire. he holds the leaning piece of cake between your two bodies and you use your other hand to manipulate the piece to sit upright. you’re messy on purpose, getting the blue and gray frosting on your fingers. he watches you clean the mess you made, sucking the frosting off of your index and middle finger after getting some on your lips. you hold his eye contact while you do this, and eunseok can see your cheeks hollow before you pull your fingers from your mouth.

“make a wish.” you say.

your words confuse him, and eunseok has to be reminded by your pointed eyes. his mind is still blank when he closes his eyes and blows out the candle quickly. you only laugh as you crawl to the edge of the bed on your knees. he comes closer to you, so close that you have to tilt your head to see his face.

“what’d you wish for?” you ask innocently.

eunseok looks past the specks and smudges of blue frosting on your face, and how it matching your cami top. the silk cami is smooth on your body, absent of ruffles or wrinkles except where your erect nipples protrude outwards. its so subtle eunseok think he would miss it if the candlelight didn’t bounce off the shiny fabric.

“i forgot.” eunseok says absentmindedly.

“already?” you ask playfully.

eunseok nods his head obediently. something comes over him looking at you like this. the candlelight ignites your dewy skin, and catches on your glossy puckered lips. eunseok bends down to get closer to you mindlessly, like a moth to a flame.

eunseok lets you pull him in by the hands you have on his face. he feels your thumb that still had frosting paint his cheekbones. you bring him so close that he cant stop the edges of the cake from pressing to the bare skin of your chest. eunseok knows you can feel the cold frosting on your hot skin, but you pull away from him slowly before looking down. the perfect amount is smudged on your chest, directly above the valley of your breasts.

the view brings eunseok to his knees, and he carelessly puts the cake on the floor to free his hands. now it’s his turn to tilt his head up to look at you. you rest on your haunches and let your arms rest on eunseok’s shoulders. both of you stare at the smudge on your skin. when eunseok blows on the chilling frosting it causes goosebumps to erupt on your chest. you tilt your head to the side, and a hand reaches up to gently grab a handful of his hair.

“can you clean it up for me?” you ask.

your voice already sounds hoarse and eunseok is no better. he can only nod, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to form a coherent sentence. without wasting another second, eunseok brings his lips to your chest. his tongue comes out first, pressing it flat to your skin before licking up a majority of it. when you sigh and lean your head back it drives eunseok further. he turns his head to get a better angle and attaches his lips to your chest. he sucks harshly, even after the he no longer tastes the sweet frosting. his hands also creeped up your chest and kneads your breasts over the thin silk material of your camisole.

even when eunseok’s lips detach front your chest, his hands stay on your chest. he managed to move your top down just enough that the pigmented skin of your areola peaks out. eunseok looks up to you for permission, and when you nod your head, he attaches his lips to your exposed skin. he’s careful to not get spit or to stain your power blue camisole. your sighs are broken, and end with high-pitched whines. your grip on his hair tightens before you slightly tug. eunseok reluctantly lets go of your nipple, letting his tongue graze the skin before he’s out of reach.

eunseok is brought back to make eye contact with you. your eyes flicker quickly to his shirt, and eunseok sees that the slice of cake had smudged against his shirt. you pull your arms from his shoulder and walk backwards on the bed by your knees.

“take your shirt off.” you say once you make it to the center of the bed.

eunseok stands to take off his shirt, not caring if frosting gets in his hair from his haste. his shirt is followed by his pants and socks after your instructions. he’s left in his boxers while you stay in your lingerie. eunseok watches your hands rest on your thighs, how you rub your skin the same way he always does.

eunseok crawls on the bed until his nose touches yours. he doesn’t know why he’s waiting for you first, but he ignores it when your lips move forward.

he takes his time kissing you, situating himself on the bed while a hand on the small of your back brings you closer. you give in and eunseok smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue past your lips. he keeps leaning you forward and tilts his head while he guides your movements. when you moan into his moan eunseok’s dick jumps in his boxers. he can feel his tip press against the cotton fabric and how the fabric becomes cold when the air chills his precum.

before eunseok can lead you to lay your back on the bed, you exert physical and mental strength to break apart from him.

“lay down.” you say.

eunseok can’t stop his eyebrows from raising. the authority in your voice causes his dick to twitch in his pants. he’s hesitant at first, but lays back on the bed in the position he usually puts you in. you stay in your spot, letting your eyes rake down eunseok’s body. his muscles move underneath his skin, and his abs twitch each time the tent in his boxers move.

you quickly suck the remaining frosting off your thumb and eunseok has to manually blink. before he opens his eyes, he can feel three of your fingers trail down his body. it started on eunseok’s chest, the same spot where he left a forming bruise and ends at his waistline. he thinks for a moment you’ll pull down the waistband, but before he can lift his hips to help your eager hand reaches for him through his fly.

eunseok can’t stop himself from groaning and letting his jaw drop. he sees you looking down at him, and your hair frames your face perfectly as you smile smugly. eunseok has half the urge to play with the strands of your hair, but when you start slowly stroking him all thoughts leave his mind. he only knows your name and the short answers to your teasing questions.

“does it feel good?”

“want me to keep going?”

“want me to go faster?”

“can i take your boxers off?”

each answer to your question is a breathy yes with a head nod. eunseok looks down at the tent you two form together in his boxers. he pushes his waistband down, desperate to see the uncovered view.

when eunseok can see your fisted hand around his base, he lets expletives fall from his lips. he wasn’t usually this reckless. he prided himself in keeping his composure until the very end. but the view of you pleasing him always made him lose self-control a little faster. that compounded with how bossy you were being made eunseok already feel like he was close to cumming all over your hand and his abdomen.

eunseok is so desperate to feel you wrapped around him that he clutches at the thin strap of your top. but you are out of his reach as you trail down his body and slot yourself between his legs. eunseok props himself up on his elbows and runs his hand through his bangs to push it out of the way. he can feel the clumps of dried frosting comb through his fingers before he brings his hand back down.

“what are you doing?” he asks breathlessly.

he knows what you’re doing, or what you plan to do when he sees the determined glint in your eyes. you pull down his boxers without answering. neither of your say anything, only letting the sound of your heavy breaths and movement on the sheets fill the room. only a second passes between you throwing his boxers past the edge of the bed and you taking eunseok’s dick into his mouth. the warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue causes eunseok to lift his hips off the bed and thrust into your mouth.

eunseok takes control when you gag on his length. he pulls himself out of your mouth by the base of his dick while you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“you surprised me baby,” eunseok wipes the spit from the corner of your lips “i’m sorry.” he apologizes.

you don’t listen to his apology, only placing your hand over his before guiding his dick back to your lips. you trace your bottom lip with the. eunseok shakes when he sees precum glisten on your lips, and how large his dick is in comparison to your face. he has to sigh and lean his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“you can be rough with me.” you say matter-of-factly.

eunseok looks away from the ceiling down to your eyes between his legs. he feels your hand hold the base of his dick, and when you have his attention eunseok feels you run your tongue along a vein. it takes you all the way up, where you place a sweet kiss on his tip. eunseok twitches in your hold and gasps quietly.

“you can fuck my face,” eunseok feels your warm lips kiss his tip again. “or pull my hair.” you say.

eunseok has to dig his nails in his hand to stop himself from thrusting up into your hand. it’s all so vulgar, the way you give him permission to wreck you so casually.

“don’t wanna.” eunseok says.

he did have nights where he fucked you into the mattress, not relenting until you were jelly in his hands and his thighs were shaking. sometimes something came over eunseok where he was admittedly mean to you in bed, spanking you until you were in tears and denying you orgasm after orgasm. but right now, he wanted nothing more than to lay you down and gently show you how grateful he was to have someone like you in his life.

eunseok wished you weren’t so giving, or so hard to look at in the eyes during times like this. when you audibly pout and drag a wet hand up his shaft eunseok lifts his back off the bed slightly.

“i can feel you getting harder the longer you think about it.” you deadpan.

eunseok has to shake his head to try and deny the facts

“‘cause i want to have sex with you,” eunseok hisses when you drag your hand back down to the base. “really nice and slow.” he sighs.

eunseok can feel your lips curl against the shaft of his dick to smile, and he can see your legs playfully kick in the air. eunseok wants to cover his eyes with his arm, maybe the pitch black would stop him from twitching in your hand so much and his face from getting so hot. but your other hand has a steady hold on his, and his other hand is too busy clenching a fist repeatedly.

“we have all night for that.” you blow cold air on his tip and eunseok hisses again. “we have all day tomorrow too, actually.” you say casually.

eunseok doesn’t know where this side of you came from. your sex life was very carefree. both of you agreed that assigning roles in bed was restrictive, and you were both so young that experimenting was a big part of intimacy. neither of you fell into roles, but more often than not eunseok ended up in charge, changing the positions to what he thought was most beneficial unless you requested something. but here you were slotted between his legs, calling all the shots and teasing him.

he let out another sigh, hoping you didn’t hear the shaking in his voice.

“can you put it back in your mouth?” eunseok asks pathetically.

you smile even bigger before kissing the tip again. you start slowly, beginning with his tip. you look up, seeing eunseok’s adam’s apple bob while his hands grip the sheets. eunseok has to look at you take him deeper and deeper in your mouth. his elbow slide from underneath him and his groans when he can feel your nose touch his stomach.

“you’re so good at this.” eunseok says.

you stay there for a moment, and hollow out your cheeks. eunseok bites his bottom lip when you come back up.

your eyes already start becoming red, and you have to sniffle to stop your nose from running. eunseok thinks you look beautiful. your determined look softened to something more needy, and eunseok was sure his eyes mirrored yours. he lets one hand tangle in your hair and slowly guides you back down to take all of him.

“you got it” he encourages when you take a brief pause.

you nod with your mouthful of eunseok and grab his other hand. he interlaces your fingers with his. the hand in your hair is just for show—the pace and how deep you take him is entirely in your control. you squeeze his hand when you gag, and eunseok coos you assurances and compliments.

“your mouth is so perfect baby.”

“making me feel so good.”

“keep going.”

“you’re so pretty.”

eunseok can feel the vibrato of your moans come from the back of your throat each time he compliments you. the vibration makes his dick twitch in your mouth. his hips occasionally jump up, and each time you look at him begging for more.

eventually it’s eunseok squeezing your hand, warning you that he can’t hold his hips back anymore. you nod and move his hand to the other side of your face. you place steady and firm hands on his thighs, ready to push back if it becomes too much.

“can i?” eunseok asks, nearly shaking.

you nod and say something that is blocked by eunseok’s heavy dick in your mouth. he takes what he can, a hand tighten in your hair and he places a guiding hand on your cheek. he tilts your head and eunseok lifts your head all the way off his dick, until a nearly invisble string of spit connects his tip to your flat tongue. eunseok massages your throat, enticing you to loosen it before he pushes your head back down his dick. when your halfway there, his hips meet you the rest of the way. eunseok can feel himself against the back of your neck, and how your lips stretch around the root of his dick.

eunseok grips you there, and shakes your head so he can snuggly fit inside your tiny mouth. when you gag he pulls out and repeats the motion, until his hand holds your head in place and his hips take him all the way. eunseok wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes and lets his moans bounce off the tiny walls in your room. he’s sure of a noise complaint, or at the very least evil looks when he runs to someone in the mailroom. but eunseok doesn’t care when he turns your head and pushes halfway in until he presses your cheek as far as he’s comfortable with.

when eunseok places his hand over your soft cheek and feels the bulge of his dick press against his hand, he goes into a frenzy. the steady rhythm he has is ruined instantly when you look up at him and whine. he becomes fixated on stuffing half of his dick into your small mouth and the pain of your nails digging into his thighs. you don’t push back, and when eunseok looks down at your body he sees you grinding your hips against a balled up blanket.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” eunseok lets one hand fall from your face to place it over your hand. “i’m close.” eunseok whimpers.

he’s rushing himself again, and he wishes he could slow down to enjoy the moment. but the burning in his thighs on pushes him quicker to the edge.

“where?” eunseok asks you quickly. when you control back, bobbing your head up and down at a fast pace eunseok sees stars “in your mouth?” he asks quickly.

all eunseok needed was a nod and murmur from you before he thrust his hips up one more time before stilling them. he can feel the sweet release, and how it drips down his length before your quick tongue swipes it up. he stays there, back slightly off the bed while he keeps giving you cum. your name and a million thank you’s and fuck’s slip past eunseok’s lips. when he thinks he’s down, you bring a gentle hand to massage his balls.

when eunseok is finally done and the last spurts go down your throat, he relaxes. it’s a full body relaxation, so much so that his lower back cracks in relief. he gives your every last drop, and you continue to bob your head up and down slowly even after there’s nothing left.

as fast as eunseok was cumming he is tender to the touch, instinctually laughing from the almost ticklish feeling of you continuing your ministrations. eunseok has to pull your head off his dick, but you start to pump his length slowly while you rest your head on his thigh to catch your breath. eunseok has to place a firm hand over yours and shake his head before you pull your tunnel vision from his dick to his pained expression.

“sorry.” you laugh and place one more kiss to his tip. “got carried away.” you say.

eunseok can only let out a light chuckle. the remaining last bit of his strength pulls you up from your spot between his legs to bring you in for a hug. you kiss him back with ease, like he wasn’t just using your mouth like his personal pocket pussy a few seconds ago. your tongue slips past his lips and you guide his hands to knead your breasts again. eunseok can’t let anything continue before he showers you with praise and appreciation for making his birthday so special. so he pulls away from you and distracts you by looking deep in your eyes softly. when he places a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose you close your eyes. eunseok makes quick work of you, by the time your eyes are opened it’s him on top.

your pout is incredibly cute. eunseok laughs and kisses the creased skin on your forehead as your fucked out eyes try to scowl at him.

“don’t laugh at me.” you try to be angry, but eunseok sees the smile on your lips.

“let me make it up to you,” when eunseok sees you open your mouth to protest, he kisses your complaints away.

“it is my birthday after all.” eunseok says before kissing you again.

#01zfan: eunseok #eunseok smut #riize smut

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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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Formula One - Series

(Stories with 20k+ words)

The Aftermath Pairing: Lando Norris x widowed!reader Summary: A year after losing your husband to an F1 crash, his teammate comes by and regrets never coming to check in on you. After seeing you in your grief Lando knows what he has to do and he won’t rest until he sees you happy once again. Word Count: 34k - complete

Running from the Flames Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Brianna Vowles (OFC) Summary: I grew up on the paddock. It was what filled every weekend. There were endless trips around the globe with my dad and Uncle Otmar following Formula One, until I went to college. Suddenly my life revolved around studying and boys, one of whom wasn't as nice as he had appeared. Five long years later, with a hiatus in between, I graduated my engineering degree and had decided to use my paddock pass to see if life in the fast lane had changed. Current Word Count: 66.3k - complete

Irresistible Pairing: Charles Leclerc x stepsister!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: Your life takes a turn when you meet the man who is going to be your step brother and you realise that your paths had already crossed once before. Current Word Count: 30k One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven - complete

Not A Verstappen Current Word Count: 75.8k - ongoing ➴ Part One: Sibling Rivalry Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!driver!reader Summary: As a driver and Max's half sister your sibling rivalry sometimes spills over onto the track. ➴ Part Two: Gridlocked Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Just when you decide to stop looking for love, the universe has other plans. ➴ Part Three: A New World Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Your time with the Red Bull family is over, but it is only just the beginning of a new adventure. ➴ Part Four: Lights Out Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The final instalments for the series as you find yourself on a path you hadn't expected, but as always you will adapt. ➴ Part Five: Away We Go Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The final instalments of the series where you get to have your cake and eat it too.

The Taste of Temptation Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Summary: Tensions arise when there is chemistry with a man far older than you but will age be enough to deny what is definitely there? Current Word Count: 33k Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight - abandoned Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six - abandoned

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mamas-ethereal-gun · 2 months

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♡ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ♡

Boxer!Eren Yeager x Onyankopon lil sis!black fem reader

Your big brother, Onyankopon, was a well-renowned fighter in the boxing industry, winning belt after belt due to his exceptional skill. You were proud of him, especially considering the hardships you both endured for him to reach this point.

There's a twelve-year age difference between you, with him being 34 and you being 22. Since the moment you were born, Ony has been the one taking care of you because your emotionally unavailable parents felt they didn’t need to. He stole for you, bought you food, and ensured your education by enrolling you in tutoring programs under your parents' name to secure your graduation, admission to a good university, and a high-paying job. Fighting was how he made his money.

When it came to you, Ony didn’t play, so you could only imagine his face when he sees a video of his main opponent basically flirting with you at a coffee shop.

Today was a very slow day for you. Your lectures were stupidly long and boring, your friends were all busy, AND on top of all that you dropped a cookie you were eating in a puddle when you were walking to class. Now you find yourself working on a assignment for your chemistry class in a coffee shop.

As you were working, you heard a large commotion coming from the entrance of the store. Turning to see what it was, you were blinded by flashing lights emanating from the front windows of the store. Deciding not wanting to have these lights in your eyes, you turned back and continued working.

After about 30 minutes you grew hungry. Cursing yourself out for not getting any food before hand, you made your way to the register. On the way there, you got a notification on your phone causing you to look at it.

Sash 🫡 :

YALL WANNA HANGOUT LATER????

Y/n 💞 :

oh so when I ask if y’all want to hang y’all don’t wanna respond 🙄🙄 (oh and sure>.<)

Con 🤓 :

thats because you be asking us at the most god forsaken hours😒

As you were typing out your response, you bumped into someone. (cliché i know but y’all bare with me 🙏) “Oh I’m sorry..” you say before you see a cake pop fall to the ground. Now you were really sorry. The man in front of you groaned in frustration. “Watch where you’re goin-“ he paused when he turned around. Staring at you as if he was lost for words.

“I’m so sorry. Please let me buy you another one.” You offer. An unexpected low “Damn” fell from the man’s lips leaving both you and him confused. “No it’s fine” he says when he snaps back to reality. “Oh come on! It’s my fault so I’ll buy you a new one! I’m going there right now anyways!” You insisted eager to fix your mistake. The man turns looks at his friends and then looks back at you. “Ok um sure.” A small smile forming on his lips.

"Here," you said, extending the cake pop to him with a sheepish grin. "Sorry again." "You really didn't have to do that," he replied, his gaze shifting to the dessert now in his hand. "No, no! I had to!" you insisted, your smile widening with sincerity. He returned your smile, gratitude in his eyes. "So... do you have a name?" he asked. "Oh, umm it’s (y/n)! What’s yours?" you responded. "Eren. Oh, um, Eren Yeager," he replied shyly.

As you processed his name, a wave of recognition washed over you. You'd definitely heard that name before. That's when it clicked. The paparazzi, the wounds on his face. everything fell into place, and you suddenly realized who he was.

"You're that boxer, right?" you said, unable to contain your excitement as you grinned at him. "Oh, umm, yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Do you like boxing?" he asked, trying to shift the focus away from himself. "I mean, my big brother's a boxer," you replied casually, feeling a of pride as you mentioned your brothers job.

"Really? Who is he?" Eren asked, his curiosity piqued. "Onyankopon!" you replied proudly, the name rolling off your tongue effortlessly.The feeling Recognition formed on Eren's face. That's where he'd seen you before—linked to the famous Onyankopon.

Eren and Ony were headlining for this highly anticipated boxing event, were they are facing each other in the ring. Throughout the years of both of their boxing Journeys, there have been very mild beef between the both of them. But nothing to Extreme.

"Hope you don’t mind me beating up your brother," Eren teased, flashing a mischievous grin at you. "Umm, I don’t think you will," you replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you bantered back. With a subtle nod, you motioned for him to follow you back to the table where your belongings stood.

Eren obliged, his smile widening as he fell into step beside you. "So, what do you do?" "I'm in university right now. I want to become a dermatologist," you replied. "Oh, really? That's cool," Eren responded.

"Hey, so um," Eren interrupted you, halting your steps. You turned to face him, curious about what he had to say. His smile was infectious, and you found yourself returning it. "I was wondering if you'd want to talk more," he continued. “I would love to but my class is starting in a few minutes and..” you look at the paparazzi still flashing there cameras at him. “You also look busy.” You return your gaze back to him. He looks behind him and sulks. Their still here?

"Then can I get your number?" Eren asked, eager to continue talk to you more. Your smile widened at his request, flattered by his interest. With a playful glint in your eye, you reached out for his phone, causing a flicker of confusion to pass over his face. "For my number," you clarified with a smirk, enjoying teasing him just a little. "Oh, um, yeah," Eren stammered slightly, fumbling in his pockets until he located his phone. Once he retrieved it, he handed it over to you.

"Here ya go, honey," you said teasingly, handing Eren his phone back with a playful smile dancing on your lips. His cheeks flushed slightly at the nickname, caught off guard by the endearment. "Thank you, pretty," he replied, mustering up the courage to flirt back, his attempt at charm accompanied by a sheepish grin. As you prepared to leave, Eren's gaze lingered on you, reluctant to see you go. "Text me when you get home," he requested softly, his sincerity evident in his tone as he watched you pick your stuff up and leave.

A/n 𐙚🧸ྀི: ITS MARCH BREAK YALL IM FREEE !! I might make a part 2 of this😙

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desi2go · 2 months

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Jealousy, jealousy

pairing: skz ot8 x reader (individual)

Hyung line --- maknae line

Warnings: mostly fluff

summary: How will the Stray Kids members show their jealousy?

Jisung

I think he would be someone that doesn't show his jealousy on the outside. He would turn his jealousy inwards on himself instead of blaming you or the other person and his insecurities would be stronger.

You and Ji had a date night at home after a exhausting week. You already cooked dinner together. But Jisung noticed that from time to time, you chatted with someone on your phone.

The smile was prominent on your face whenever you read a text. It made home insecure. With whom do you write? And why do your eyes sparkle like that.

It wasn't that you didn't give him attention at all. You still smiled, laughed and made jokes with him.

But still, something on your phone kept distracting you.

was he not good enough? No, that wasn't right, you loved him.

After eating dinner, you two quickly put your dirty dishes into the dishwasher and jumped on the couch.

Jisung sunk into the comfortable cushions and immediately, you jumped on top of him. You cuddled further into his warm skin and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Just like him, you were a physical touch person. That's why whenever you two are together, you needed skin contact, even if it's just your fingers touching.

Your phone vibrated and you got distracted from the film. You smiled.

"Who's that?" He asked cautiously.

"Just my brother. He asked if we both want to go to a dinner at mom's house next Friday"

You explained while you played with one of his hair strands.

Relieved, he let the air out he didn't knew he was holding.

Felix

I think that Felix would get jealous. He didn't want to show it but especially when other men looked at you like a sweet little prey, he couldn't control it. But he tried to hide it.

On weekends, you two loved to go window shopping and run errands together. It wasn't the shopping that you two liked so much.

It was just the time you could spend together and maybe the fact that Lix could pamper you. Often, he would drag you into a café and buy your favourite cake for you.

It was rather unusual for you two to run into someone you knew.

But this time, a man with an attractive smile headed straight for you. He gave you a toothy smile and you immediately recognised him.

It was a friend from college that you didn't see since you graduated. To Felix, he was a total stranger and when you released your hand from his to hug the man, he was confused.

You exchanged some words with him and Felix just stared a hole into him. The man kept initiating physical touch. To often for Felix liking, he touched your arm and that was definitely enough.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you with him. On his way, he pushed his shoulder against the one from the man.

"Lix, where do you go?"

"Love, we won't get the popular ice cream anymore when we stay here." He said and brought you to the ice-cream shop that you both wanted to try for a while.

Seungmin

Seungmin would be possessive. Well, I see him like that. He is just that sweet little dog that wanted you all to himself.

Since you got together with him, you made clear that you liked to spend time with your friends. In your friend group, there are mostly girls but there are some boys too.

And Seungmin was completely fine with that. Well, as long as they don't try to steal you away.

You had planned to go to a bar with them and because of Seungmin's busy schedule, he just agreed to you going alone. Though, he'll pick you up afterwards so that he could make sure that you were safe.

Your whole group was there and it was great. Due to the busy work, you couldn't see eachother so often so that you catched up on everything that happend.

While you loved dancing, you hated the taste of alcohol, so, you and one of your male friends were practically the parents of the group.

Afterwards, you waited outside. Some of your friends were already on the way home so that only you and the man were left. You appreciated that he wouldn't let you alone in front of a bar while you waited for Seungmin to arrive.

The cold night air got you shivering and your friend placed his jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm.

Not long after, your boyfriend's car pulled up and you gave it back, hugged him and got in the car.

"Hey Baby" you greeted him with a kiss.

Seungmin saw the lingering gaze of the male. He knew about the romantic feelings for you.

The drive was rather quiet. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. After partying, you liked to have some quietness and Seungmin didn't mind.

In fact, he could think about the other man that was literally glued to you.

After arriving home in your shared apartment, you slipped out of your heels. You felt your boyfriend's hands circling you from behind. Instantly, you melted in his touch.

"What's up, Minnie?" You asked as you caressed his hands.

"You’re so close with them.” He whined and placed his head on your naked shoulder that was exposed in your dress.

“What if they take you away from me?” he mumbled and nibbled on your skin. He started teasing the area, softly kissing it from time to time to sooth it.

Jeongin

I don't know why, but I think that this sweet man wouldn't have so much experience with relationships. So, I think he would be rather insecure when it come to jealousy.

But on the other hand, I think that he would get mad pretty easily.

You two were just together for four months now. While you two weren't really inexperienced, you still were a little bit shy around each other. Especially in public. Due to his life as an idol, you would often just spend time at his our your apartment.

After two months of dating, he first introduced you to his group. Immediately, you knew that they were pretty protective about their maknae and tested you. They were all kind to you but after they saw that you were ok, they all adored you.

Especially Chan and Felix. You too came from Australia and were so happy to finally have someone to talk to in your native language.

When you visited, Jeongin literally had to fight over you. Constantly, his hyungs would capture you.

He was definitely jealous and gave a death stare to everyone that came near you.

You noticed it and just laughed. You found it extremely cute to see your man this mad at his friends.

And they thought so too. Well, they loved to tease him.

Felix told you a story in English and Jeongin had difficulties with understanding you two. You two spoke in an incredible speed and there were words he never heard of.

His hands slowly grabbed yours and he just stared at his friend. Of course he had noticed it too and tried everything to not laugh out loud. The baby of the group was just so sweet when he was jealous.

#skz imagines #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #skz jisung #jisung x reader #han x reader #lee felix x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n. x reader #jeongin x reader #skz headcanons

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Aren't Pretty Girls Supposed To Be Scared of Monster's?

♤ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Afab!Reader

♤ Not Proofread

♤ Wc: 6.1k

♤Tw: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral, rough sex, semi-public sex, degradation, humiliation, Masturbation, wakasa just being mean, pet names, spitting, this is dark don't read if dark content bothers you.

♤An: Smiley is ooc but I love him and wanted to include him somehow.

Lights flash lighting up the sky. The air smells like sweat and funnel cakes. "This place smells disgusting" your best friend Emma says. You roll my eyes as you continue to walk passing various stands, food trucks, and rides"

"Can we just go?" Emma asks, grabbing onto your arm.

"Unlike you I actually came here to get on the rides." Emma lets out a whine. "But it's nasty here," she complains. You shake your head "the boys are going to be here any minute." You tell her as you continue to drag her further into the carnival.

It's autumn here now and the annual carnival is in town. It comes every fall and it is always on your fall bucket list. This year Emma decided she was going to come with you. Now thinking about it she probably only agreed because Draken said he would be here.

Emma perks up slightly at the mention of the boys coming, excited to see Draken. We walk around for a few more minutes before Emma points him out in the crowd. Walking over to meet him he brought Nahoya with him. Letting out a sigh you follow Emma over dreading this evening now.

Nahoya wraps his arms around your waist laying claim to you. You aren't together, not anymore but he has to let every guy here now you are still his. He plants a kiss to the side of your head and you shutter away. "Hey baby" He says As he squeezes your side. " Can we talk?" He asks. you tell him not here but he convinces you, dragging you away from the group of friends.

He stops walking in front of a fun house. You can hear music and screaming coming from it's fog seeps out of the opening. People are lined up waiting to get in. "Let's stop this little charade and get back to the way things used to be" Nahoya says As he looks at you. "What charade Nahoya? We broke up" you say. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You and I both know that was just a little break. I gave you your space now it's time to come home" you shake your head.

"We broke up Nahoya. We aren't getting back together." You and Nahoya were high-school sweethearts. Dating from freshman year all the way through college. You decided to end things wanting to start new after graduation. Nahoya didn't take it well. He grips your shoulders "We can fix it" He says shaking your head you tell him there is no fixing it. His grip on your shoulders gets tighter causing you to jump slightly. "Listen here" He starts to say being he is cut off.

"Hey!" A deep lazy voice yells from the side coming from the direction of the fun house. It's empty now. A guy with long hair striped in blonde and purple is leaning up against the fun house, his arms crossed over his chest as a cigarette rests in the side of his mouth. His feet are crossed one over the other. He's staring at Nahoya.

"You have a problem, buddy?" Nahoya asks, turning away from you to look at the guy. His fists are clenched. Nahoya had a bad temper. He was always in fights in school.

"No problem, buddy" the man says, putting emphasis on the word buddy. "But it looks like she has a problem with your grabbing her" He continues. Nahoya goes to take a step forward. You grab his arm knowing this isn't going to end well. "Just let it go" you say trying to pull Nahoya back towards you. "Did you hear what this fuck said?" Anger fills Nahoyas voice. If he wasn't always smiling you'd think the nicknames him and his brother have should be the opposite. Nahoya gets angry easily while Souya is a sweetheart.

"It doesn't matter" you say "let's go back to Draken and Emma" pulling on his arm trying to get him to go he jerks his arm away from you throwing them in the air. "Whatever," He says, as he storms in the direction of your friends. You let out a sign looking down at the ground. You turn your head towards the fun house, wanting to thank the man, but he is gone. You walk over to where he was leaning against it and decide there aren't many places he could run off to. He's either inside or behind it.

The need to thank him overtakes you as you decide to go behind the building looking for him. Behind the fun house is dark and quiet. The screams from inside the house died down. You look around and see the man leaning against a wall lighting another cigarette.

"Hey" you say, voice coming out smaller than you'd like.

He looks up at you. "Employees only back here" He says pushing off the wall walking past you back towards the front, smoke hitting you in the face as he passes.

"I wanted to thank you" you say and he stops not turning around. "Not necessary," He says, then continues to walk. You walk towards him. He's at the front again, standing by the booth to collect tickets. "But it is necessary. You didn't have to say anything, " you tell him as you come to stop beside him. He glances at you. "Well, you thanked me. Bye. " He turns away, fingers drumming on the booth.

"Hey–"

"Look I don't make it a habit of involving myself with other people's relationships. I also don't make it a habit of babysitting damsels in distress. So if you don't mind please fuck of–" He looks at you and shit are you gorgeous. Your face is eliminated by the red lights the fun house is giving off. Fuck your perfect. He thinks.

"Damsel in distress? Hmm does this mean you're my knight in shining armor?" You ask, throwing him a smile.

"Nope, no knight here. Just a guy trying to get back to work" he says, turning away again.

"Because you're so busy" you say motioning towards the front of the fun house that is lacking in people. He rolls his eyes. "What's your name?" You ask in a sweet voice.

"Wakasa" He says after a few seconds pass. You smile at him, giving him your name. " that guy you saved me from is my ex Nahoya. He's not dealing with the break up well"

"No shit" Wakasa says you take a few steps towards him. "How did someone like you end up working here?" You ask "you don't look–"

"Like a carnie?" He finishes your sentence.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just mean you don't look like the others" you say

A few heartbeats pass before Wakasa speaks up again. "The carnival is one of the only jobs that doesn't do background checks. Most people wouldn't hire someone with a record like mine" Wakasa says not meeting your gaze. You go to open your mouth to respond. Mouth wanting to ask what he did but mind telling you not to.

You hear your name being yelled and then an angry Emma is storming towards you. She grabs your arm "what the hell are you doing?" She asks as she looks between you and Wakasa. "Talking to my new friend" you say, smiling at her. "This is Wakasa. Wakasa this is my best friend Emma"

"Nahoya is pissed. Like fuming. I swear I can see smoke coming from his ears." You sigh "come on let's go. The boys want to go out to eat and this place is giving me the creeps." Emma says "No offense" Wakasa looks at her and shrugs "none taken" Emma and you go back and forth for a few minutes. You don't want to leave.

"Look, my cars here just go with Draken. I can meet up with you guys later." You say

"I'm not leaving you here with this weird ass dude at this janky carnival. What is he kidnaps you?" Emma says

"No offense, right?" Wakasa says. Emma shoots him a glare. "No, offense very much intended. Now come on, we are going to meet up with Mikey and Baji" you move from your position next to Emma, backing up slightly towards Wakasa.

"You can't be serious, you know what fine! But when he kidnaps you and your picture is on the side of a milk carton, don't come crying to me!" Emma yells as she storms away.

It's quiet for a few moments. "Should I be worried about you kidnapping me Wakasa? You did mention you have a criminal record"

He laughs and smirks at me "not at all, princess" a heartbeat passes before he adds "unless you're into that kind of thing" he adds with a wink.

Your entire body goes off with alarm bells. Telling me to run. Somehow your compelled to stay. "It's dark and quiet back here, princess. Pretty easy for me to snatch you up. No one would be able to hear your screams over the rides." Wakasa says As he stomps out his cigarette. You mouth drops as I stare at him.

"That was a joke"

"Really though, princess. You should listen to your friend and go. We're closing soon and it won't be a joke when one of these fucks snatches you up."

Your heart thumps in my chest. "You'll protect me though"

“You really have a lot of faith in a stranger,” He says.

“How much for the fun house?” You ask. “Two” You hand him two tickets and start walking towards the fun house. “Enjoy” he says, looking bored as you enter.

Once inside the music is loud and it is hard to see. The room is filled with fog and the lights are flashing. After you take a couple of steps a voice comes on an intercom. “Welcome to Spites fun house” And voices of children saying “Come play with me” and singing ‘ring around the rosie’ repeat over and over. You hear loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering. It’s cold here. Colder than outside in the October air. You continue walking further into the fun house, bumping into things as you try to make your way. You find a room and enter. It's full of mirrors, all broken. It looks like a dressing room. Clown costumes covered in red, you assume, are meant to be blood and thrown around. The red paint is covering some mirrors. You turn to a vanity and see the mirror is smashed with writing on the mirror in the same red color that looks like it was done with someone's finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Is this what I look like?”

Cover the little bit of mirror that isn’t shattered. You back out of the room and back into the main part of the fun house. That was a dead end anyway. You walk further into the fun house pumping into things every once in a while. There are fake windows with ripped up curtains and fake doors leading to a wall. You feel a shiver run up your spine. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one in here right now. The voices on the intercom come back on louder this time. You must be close to the speakers. The lights continue to flash making it hard to navigate in the fog covered room.

After several minutes of walking around, bumping into everything, and opening many false doors you finally make it to the end of the fun house. Leaving you see Wakasa leaning up against the wall with another cigarette in his mouth. “Have fun?” He asks, smirking at you with a tilt of his head. “I think that was creepier being alone.”

“Princess, if that scared you then this is no place to be after closing.” You check your watch. “11:45pm”

“What time does it close again?” you ask “midnight. Rides already closed down for the night” You nod “Um, do you think you could walk me to my car?” You ask. Wakasa raises a brow but then shakes his head. “Can’t leave the fun house. You’d be surprised how many people like to try and sneak in after hours.” people actually try to sneak into this place? You think to yourself. You hate to admit it but it freaked you out more than you'd like to admit. That’s why you asked him to walk you to your car. “You’d be shocked how many times we catch people trying to fuck”

You wrinkle your nose. “Who would want to have sex in that thing?” You say shivering at the thought of someone taking you in there. Wakasa shrugs his shoulders. “You can fuck anywhere if you want it bad enough” He says in his deep lazy voice, You feel your face warm. How did you end up talking about sex with a complete stranger? And not just any strangers but an extremely hot carnival worker. “I guess you’re right” “I know I am, princess” He responds with a wink.

“You should go.” He says checking his watch. “What if I don’t want to?” You asking smiling at him. Wakasa sighs as he shifts on his feet. “I’m not like your little boy toy, princess. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I have a record. I work in a god damn traveling circus for fuck sake.” He grabs your chin tilting your head toward his. He’s close. So close you can feel his breath fan your face. The smell of nicotine overwhelms you. “Whatever little fantasy or kink your trying to live out by fucking around with me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m not someone you want to be involved with.”

Everything he is saying is true. He is telling you exactly who he is but you don’t care. You feel drawn to him. Your body fills with need and for a moment you don’t recognize yourself. This isn’t like you. You don’t do these things. “Now run along. I need to close up” He says, releasing your chin and backing away. You suck in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Something flickers in your eyes. It’s there and then gone so fast Wakasa couldn’t tell what it was. If he wasn’t watching you so closely he would have missed it. You tell him how you never do anything reckless. How you always tried to be perfect. That’s how you ended up with Nahoya in the first place. All the girls in school had crushes on him and you wanted the perfect boyfriend to fit into your perfect little life.

“I want to know what it’s like to do something bad” You say, taking a step closer to him. He sucks in a breath. You’re so close he can smell you. He can’t put his finger on what exactly the scent is but he knows you smell sweet. It’s intoxicating. He feels his cock twitch. He knows he shouldn’t but all his senses went right to his dick. His cock is screaming at him to give you exactly what you’re asking for, and who is he to argue with it,

“Get inside” He says jerking his head towards the fun house.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening, voice coming out almost as a squeak.

“Get inside and don’t come out till I say.” You stare at him.

“Understand?” You take a step back thinking and just turning and running to your car. “Wakasa-” He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. He points towards the fun house. “ I told you to leave, I told you I’m not someone you want to mess around with. This is your final warning. You either walk in there and wait for me or you turn around and go back to your perfect little life and forget about me.”

You chew on your lip going back and forth with yourself. The rational side of you tell you to listen to him and leave but the slick building up in your heat is telling you to stay. To stay and find out. That you want this.

“If you’re still here when I get back, then I promise you I’ll give you exactly what you want. You want to forget about your perfect little life? I’ll make you forget your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

Wakasa left to turn in the tickets he collected. He never understood why the guy running things wanted the tickets so bad. He always said something about wanting to see what rides are doing the best. Wakasa didn’t care. He just wanted to get back to you. To see if you stayed. Once he turned them in he was racing back towards the fun house.

She won’t be there. He thought to himself. She left.

He pictures you standing there when the reality of the situation finally dawns on you. You’ll turn around and run to your car, out of his life. Girls like you don’t mess around with guys like him. It’s how it’s always been and he doesn’t see that changing with you. He lets out a sigh. As he shoves his hands in his pockets. She probably panicked once I left and made a run for it, he thinks. She’s probably in her car right now heading back to her perfect life with that orange headed weirdo.

A part of Wakasa considered not even going back to the fun house but back to his trailer. He didn’t want to walk all the way across the carnival again just to be met with the fact that you left.

He passed families and couples gathered around various carnival games. Dads trying to win prizes for their kids and boys trying to impress the girls they are with by winning the biggest teddy bear. Wakasa chucked to himself knowing the games were rigged. They are set so no one wins. Or at least it's extremely difficult to. The carnival didn’t make money by giving away prizes. They made money by conning people into trying to win the prizes.

I should just go home, forget about her. He thinks to himself. Just go take a shower and call it a night. The fun house comes into view and he feels a familiar heat in his gut. Fuck I walked all the way over here and she left I’m going to be pissed, He thinks. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it as he walks into the fun house. He doesn’t see or hear anything. Letting out a sigh and turning around to go home he blows smoke out his nose. He’s almost to the entrance when you grab his wrist pulling him back slightly. His eyes widen and he twists his hand so he has your wrist now. He turns towards you grabbing your other wrist and backing up slamming you against the wall and holding both your wrist above your head.

“You sure?” He asks lips ghosting over yours, his voice is low. You nod and he drops his cigarette, stomping it out. “You have to tell me if this is too much. If you need me to stop.” You nod again, a small whimper escaping your lips. He takes one of his hands and runs it up your throat, to your jaw. He grabs your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out licking his thumb. He pushes it into your mouth and you start to suck on it, nipping ever once in a while.

Fuuuck

He pulls his thumb out tracing it down your body when he reaches the buttons on your pants, undoing them with ease. He slips his hand inside.

“Shit”

You're soaked.

“Is it this easy to turn you on? Huh, I shouldn’t be surprised. Nahoya doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know how to use his dick. Has he ever fucked you the way you deserve, princess?”

Your breath catches in your throat. Whimpering at his words. His cock twitches as he runs his nose up your neck. He sinks two fingers into you and starts moving them slowly. “Tonight princess, This tight cunt is mine” You whine as you buck your hips. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves and he starts moving in circles. “All I can give you is tonight. We pack up and leave soon, but I promise you this’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

You bite your lower lip trying to silence your sounds.

“Tell me, princess. Is this cunt all mine? Need to hear you say it”

Wakasa pulls his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He moans against his fingers, closing his eyes. “Fuck you’re delicious.” you whine at his words and loss of contact. “Touch yourself.” He whispers into your neck and his hand finds your hair gripping it tight. “Show me how you touch yourself, princess” He says as he licks up your neck then nips where shoulder meets neck.

Your hand slides down your body and into your pants. You gather your slick and slowly start rubbing circles. You whine and buck your hips. Your eyes close and your head falls back into the wall. Wakasa watches you, amusement in his eyes. “That’s it. Good girl” He says in a low raspy voice. You can feel that familiar heat building. You know you're close. Your body shakes and hips buck trying to get more friction as your orgasm washes over you. Moans drip from your lips and Wakasa swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful. “Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come baby” He says then smashes his lips onto yours. His tongue dances with yours and you can taste yourself on his lips. He pulls back, grabbing your fingers and shoving them in his mouth, sucking them. He groans again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste”

“Now the rest of the time you come will be on my terms” He says as he pulls away from you smirking at you.

Wakasa grabs your hand pulling you further into the fun house. With the power off you can’t see anything, only feel his calloused hand holding yours. He stops and drops your hand. You look around trying to make anything out but it’s too dark. You don’t even know what direction you came from. you hear footsteps. Wakasa is walking around you. Circle you, like prey.

“Let’s play a game, princess” He sounds like he’s behind you but you're not sure. “What kind of game?” You hesitantly ask. You hear him chuckle as he continues to circle you, slowly. “Growing up I always enjoyed hide and seek. I get a thrill from hunting people, "he says. His breath fanning against your neck. You suck in a breath. When did he get so close? He backs away and starts walking around you again. You feel his hand slide against your waist.

“The rules are simple.” he says from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist pulling you back into him. “Don’t get caught” He whispers in your hear. “Not by me or anyone else” He moves to the other ear. “If you’re caught, you get punished” He whispers as he runs his hands up your body.

“Punished” You say breathlessly. He nods against your neck

“Two, Don’t leave the carnival.”

“Three, the game ends when the sun rises. Until then your all mine”

Your skin crawls at his words. A monster is holding onto you. You should just turn around and leave. But something deep down tells you, you want this. Wakasa starts kissing up your neck to under your ear. “I’ll even be nice and give you a head start.” He bites your ear before baking away. “Game starts now’ He growls out as he backs away even further.

“Wakasa”

“Run!”

You suck in a breath before turning around and running in what you hope is the direction to outside. You don’t look back.

Wakasa waits while lighting another cigarette. After he thinks he’s giving you enough time he walks out of the fun house. He stands outside, eyes scanning the carnival for where you might have gone. He knows this place like the back of his hand. His eyes land on the stables. He walks up to the pile of hay thinking you're behind it but doesn’t find you. He sees rope laying near the hay and grabs it thinking it’ll come in handy. Since he didn’t find you in the hay he walks into the stables where the animals are. The carnival has a petting zoo for kids. It’s one of the main attractions for families. He walks around looking in the pens but doesn’t see you. He lets out a groan as he leaves the stables looking around outside trying to find you.

He hears a bang coming from one of the food trucks. A smirk forms on his lips.

“Gotch you”

He walks over to the food truck that sells funnel cakes. Walking in he sees you under the counter. Your back is to him. He crouches down.

“Boo”

You scream, jumping and banging your head on the metal counter. “You cheated! That wasn’t five minutes” He shrugs giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. “Found you” He says as he inches closer. He grabs you by your hair and yanks you up. He looks around the food truck and notices someone left a fryer on. He smirks. He looks up and sees a hook. “Strip” He says, Your eyes widen “W-What?” “Did I stutter? I said strip. I told you if you got caught you’d get punished.”

You slowly remove your clothes, noticing Wakasa messing with a rope. He grabs you and spins you around so your back is towards him. He grabs your wrists pulling them behind you and starts to tie them. Once he thinks he has tied you tight enough he throws part of the rope over the hook pulling. It yanks your arms back and up. He pushed on your back, bending you over. That's when you see the fryer.\

“Wakasa”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, princess.” The rope is the only thing that keeps you from falling face first into hot oil. Truth be told, Wakasa doesn’t want to hurt you. He isn’t going to let you fall

Wakasa has a hold of your hip as you hear a zipper. He has you hoisted so you're on your tiptoes. “Hope you're good at balancing” He says as he shoves himself into you, filling you up. You let out a gasp as he starts a hard pace. His grip on your hips is bruising. He’s slamming into you so hard you're rocking back and forth. Face going closer and closer to the oil. You close your eyes. Wakasa thinks this is a good thing. He doesn’t want you freaking out. Not yet. He snakes one hand around you and finds your bundle of nerves. He starts rubbing circles.. He leans over you, laying his head on your back. Your moans are the only thing he hears.

“G-gonna come” You whimper out. “Come for me, princess” He whispers as he picks up his pace. He’s not going to last long. You cunt has his cock in a vice grip. You shake as euphoria hits you. Wakasa isn’t far behind filling you up.

He pulls back and releases the ropes from your wrist helping you stand. You turn towards him and he moves the hair out of your face gently kissing you. He pulls back. Sinking to his knees. He’s dripping out of you. He starts licking, sucking and nipping as you thread your fingers into his hair pulling. He groans against you tasting the mix of you two. He pulls back after he has you coming for him. He stands and grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking it back. “Open” You do and stick your tongue out. He spits in your mouth. You taste both of you on your tongue. “Swallow,” He says. You close your eyes as you swallow the mix of both of you down.

“Good girl” He whispers against your lips before pulling back.

You go put your clothes on as he tucks himself back in his jeans. He kicks the clothes away from you to the corner of the food truck. “I need those” you say “No you don't, carnivals closed” “What about the other carnies?”

“First rule”

“One” Wakasa begins to count. You grab your clothes and run out of the food truck trying to cover yourself hoping no one is outside. You don’t waste any time trying to get dressed. You frantically look around the carnival and run towards one of the rides hopping into it and laying down so no one sees you. You throw your shirt on and wiggle into your pants. You curl up in a ball hoping you’ve escaped Wasasa this time.

You can hear someone walking close by. You crawl out and run towards the ferris wheel. You grab onto the steel pools and hoist yourself up starting to climb.

Don’t look down Don’t look down, you keep repeating You climb till your at the top cart. You grab onto it and yank yourself up, throwing your leg over the edge and falling into it. You slam onto the bottom and the cart starts to rock back and forth

Shit

He’s going to see. You try to move without moving the cart more laying down on your back. You don’t know how much time has passed since you’ve been up here. Has it been twenty minutes, an hour? You’re hoping Wakasa forgot about you or gave up. You crawl to the edge of the cart and peek out of the side. Your eyes widen at seeing Wakasa leaning up against a pool smoking. How long has he been there? He sees you and smirks up at you before walking over to the control station. The ride starts to move but no music or lights are on.

“You almost did it” He yells up at you “Really made me work hard for this one”

“Rule one” You yell “Good you know what comes next”

“You haven’t caught me yet”

“Princess, if you think i'm climbing up there after you, you’re dumber than I thought” He says “No where else to run. Pretty shitty hiding place huh?”

“It took you a while to find me though” You yell down

“Who says I wasn’t here the whole time, just letting you think you’ve won”

“How many guys besides what’s his face did you say you’ve slept with?” He yells “Zero? I don’t believe that for a fucking second. I’m not calling you a whore but- yeah you know what I am.”

Six baskets away

“Why are you here? I told you I didn’t want you. I told you to leave. You’re only here as long as I don’t get bored of you. I get bored easily. What happens then?”

Four baskets away

“The game ends as soon as I get tired of your sweet little cunt. That’s the only thing interesting about you.” You sniffle “Oh poor me, the sad insecure girl who will let any guy who asks have their way with me as long as I get some attention. What’s your limit? Where does this end, huh? You gonna let me tie you up, beat you, cut you? Just for a little attention? Or don’t you care about any of that as long as your cunt is stuffed? That’s pathetic. You’re fucking patheric, you know that? This is a big waste of my time. I could find someone so much better but I got stuck with you. You’re disgusting.”

Your basket is next. You curled up in a ball trying to stop the tears before you feel someone grab a fist full of your hair and yanking you up. “You could have hid better than that, princess,” You hear Wakasa say. He jumps into the ride sitting down in the seat.

“Punishment number two”

“Wakasa you’re scaring me.”

“Punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyable for you, sweetheart, but admit it. You like it”

Wakasa spreads his legs as he slouches in the seat. “But that doesn’t make this much of a punishment for you does it? Eh, it's still fun anyways” He says with a shrug “Now suck my cock”

“What?”

Wakasa pats his lap and he grins down at you. “You’re joking.” “Does this look like a joke?” He asks as he unzips his pants “I want you to suck my cock, so suck my coke.” He says as he pulls himself out of his pants. You crawl between his legs sticking your tongue out licking up the shaft, pre-come runs down onto your tongue. You take him into your mouth as his hand finds the back of your head. You bob up and down sucking and licking. He groans from above you, throwing his head back. “That's right you’re my little slut. My little cock sleeve” You move faster as his grip on your hair tightens. He shoves you down, taking him down your throat before he fills your throat. You swallow, sticking your tongue out when after.

“Good girl” He says as he smashes his lips into yours tasting himself. “My perfect little whore” He whispers “Now run”

You jump out of the cart and run. You’re out of places to hide so you go to the only place you can think of. The fun house. You run in, not able to see anything. You put your hand against the wall to try to find your way. You scrape your hand a few times on loose nails. Wakasa isn’t far behind you. You find the dressing room and run in there hiding behind a mirror. Wakasa walks in after you. He's wearing a mask.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are” He says as he walks around the room pushing things out of his way. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I know when something is out of place”

He moves the mirror you’re behind. “Found you” He grabs you by your hair and drags you to the middle of the room. “What the fuck is up with the mask?” You ask, only able to see because he flipped the flashing lights on. Fog starts to fill up the room. “I’m spite the clown” He says “It’s supposed to be hot” You snort before he slams you against a mirror. You hear it crack as glass falls to your feet. He lifts the mask up to his nose and slams his lips against yours. He pulls your pants down, shoving two fingers into starting a fast pace. You groan into the kiss. He pulls away, flipping you around and pushing you into the mirror. He pulls the mask back down and pulls himself out of his pants slamming into you. You moan as he starts rocking back in forth looking in the mirror watching yourself be fucked by a clown.

Moan and the sound of skin on skin fill the room. Wakasa has his head thrown back as he slaps your ass so hard you know it’ll bruise. You match his movements, slamming your hips back in rhythm with him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this pussy” He moans “You’re mine, fuck your all mine.” He says. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine and that I can keep you.” And you do. You tell him, you tell him you’ll do anything he asks as you come all over his cock. He isn’t long behind you filling you up.

You both get dressed. I hate this Wakasa thinks I want her naked all the time.

You both walk out of the fun house together. Wakasa looks up at the sky and sees the sun coming up. He sighs

“Game over” You say, He looks at you “Guess so. You can go back to your perfect little life now.”

You shift on your feet feeling the chill of the autumn air. “You okay?” He asks You nod your head “Yeah”

He brushes hair out of your face seeing an emotion in your eyes he can’t make out, but he knows it’s not good.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” You say. He nods his head. “Maybe” He doubts it and for some reason that hurts him. Fuck Wakasa get it together. It was just one night. You’ll just have to find another girl some other night and forget about her.

You turn walking away after waving bye.

Fuck do something Wakasa. What happened to “Can I keep you?” You continue to walk. Don’t look, don’t look. If you look it’ll hurt more.

With a sigh, Wakasa watches you walk away, out of the carnival, and out of his life.

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red velvet cake - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: Your relationship continues to blossom with Eddie, however your older brother Steve isn’t the biggest fan and lines are tested

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, fight fight fight, let me know if I miss anything!

Word count: 5.3k

a/n: Hey, all! Welcome to my first official post! If you enjoy, please like, reblog, etc! This was just a lil blurb, but I have other things in the works, so I’m hoping this goes well and I can continue to share with you all!

“I need you and your big hair to calm down.”

Your brother looked to you quickly from the bathroom mirror, his face scrunched up at your comment. “My hair is not big.”

“You say that and yet you’ve gone through your second can of hair spray this month,” you retorted, grabbing the can quickly in your hand.

Steve snatched for it but you held it behind you, ceasing any attempt of him grabbing it. He sighed with a comb still lodged in his brown tuffs and leaned back against the counter. Another disagreement between the two of you. Nothing was new seeing as that was the typical way a brother and sister relationship stemmed. From the time you were born, only a short year after Steve, you were at each other’s throats constantly and could never come to an agreement on anything. Steve would steal your favorite toy that day from the toybox, so you’d steal the TV remote and sit on it to his disdain when your parents allowed you both to pick the nightly movie after dinner. You’d spread gossip in the middle school of your older brothers crush on Tammy Thompson (before the singing career), and somehow most girls still believed in cooties, so he’d steal your clothes from your locker before gym class was over. Today’s topic of conversation once again revisited your current dating life and now you were stealing his most prized possession. This was the never ending, vicious, and annoying cycle only those who had a sibling could understand at the end of the day.

“I really don’t see what the big deal is,” you said, crossing your arms. “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for almost a year now and you still refuse to hang out with him.”

“Yeah, it’s Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. He runs that club Dustin and Mike are in, huge nerd, and he’s in a band that plays at the Hideout” he grumbled. “Also, he’s way older than you.”

“He’s twenty, Steve. It’s not like I’m a kid anymore,” you replied. “Also, he’s a senior. I’m a senior. And Hellfire is actually really cool if you’d take up the invites I’ve extended.”

Steve shook his head, wagging his finger. “No, no, you’re a senior. This is his third time being a senior.”

“And he’s gonna graduate! He finally has a C in Mrs. O’Donnell’s!”

“It’s still weird. And just because you date him doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

A groan escaped you and your arms dropped from their defensive position. “But the least you could do is be civil with him. I can’t bring him over because you make everything so uncomfortable, and now with Nancy’s party coming I’d just like the two of you to get along for once!”

Steve looked to you after your minor outburst and his eyes traveled your face. He couldn’t help but be a little annoyed by you but he hated that in a sense, you were right. He’d only based his opinions on Eddie off of what he knew from when he went to Hawkins High and what he heard around town. You’d always dealt with his on and off again flings that never worked out and continued to accept each one as they came through the door so why couldn’t he do the same for you? It might be the older sibling in him screaming at him to watch out for his baby sister but you were getting older and dating was just naturally right behind. The thought ran a chill down Steve’s spine.

“Fine,” he sighed, standing straight. “I’ll… I’ll try. Just this once. But I’m not going to the board game nights, though.”

You squealed and the jump that came with it shocked your brother. You could get past his comments this once. “Thank you, thank you! Oh, Steve, I could hug you!” You made a face realizing what just came out of your mouth and you shook your head. “But I won’t. Gross. Here’s your even grosser hairspray, I have to go call Eddie!”

You shoved the can back in his hand and spun on your heels, now ready to face your boyfriend and his dislike for Steve. Steve, however, felt a small smile creep up on his face at your antics. His head snapped up at ‘hairspray’ and he groaned.

“It’s not just hair spray!” he yelled after you, before looking to himself in the mirror. “It’s Farrah Fawcett spray.”

● ● ● ●

Eddie had come to pick you up for your nightly drive together as soon as you had called, and you couldn’t help the excitement that buzzed in you. He took note of this and turned down the head pounding sounds of Motley to focus in as soon as you had climbed in the passenger seat. “What’s got you riled up, sweetheart? Missed me that much?”

You smirked, looking to the doe eyed boy. “You’re so full of it, Eds.”

He tossed his hand to his heart, making those big eyes of his twinkle in the light of the dashboard. “Only full of my love for you.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bustled out and Eddie soon joined in, his hand now grabbing yours in his. He squeezed gently and you squeezed back, the cold of his rings sending goosebumps up your arm. “Now come on, spill. You sounded way too excited on the phone.”

You nodded. “While yes, I definitely missed you, I talked to Steve today about Nancy’s party.”

His hand lost a little grip to yours and you looked to him quickly, the smile on his face slowly disappearing and you frowned in response. “Eddie, it was a good conversation. He didn’t even say much in the negative category.”

“Much?” Eddie scoffed. “So I’m guessing we’re gonna talk about it.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I would just really like you both to get along,” you shrugged.

Eddie made a face.

“For one night.”

An eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “For me.”

That was it. Right there. Eddie was caught. How could he say no to you? Your relationship had been nothing but perfect, and there was a happy balance of entertaining each others interests. You’d attend Hellfire meetings with him and watch Corroded Coffin practice, he’d come to your piano recitals and help you finish your notes for book club. You’d share musical interests with each other and watch every movie under the sun, and you’d both agree Sixteen Candles would never been an option. His Uncle Wayne had taken an immense liking to you as soon as you and Eddie became friends, he’d even tag along to your piano recitals sometimes when work didn’t have him in a chokehold.

“I know you two have never really liked each other, but you’re my boyfriend, he’s my brother. At the end of the day I don’t want to have to pick between the two of you, and Steve has agreed to set aside all of it for the party. I just want you to be in the same boat.”

“Is it just one night?” Eddie questioned, his eyes searching yours.

“If I can get one night of civil between you two, I can die happy,” you smiled softly. “And besides, it’ll be fun. Everyone will be there, the kids, Nancy, Robin, Jonathon, and I’m making your favorite.”

“Stop,” he gasped, the twinkle coming back and he grinned. “Please tell me it’s your red velvet cake.”

“With the homemade icing,” you nodded, watching him throw the theatrics back on and he fanned himself. “Mrs. Wheeler has been asking for the recipe since I made it at Holly’s birthday last year, figured the party would be a good time to make it.”

“It’s always a good time for anything you cook,” Eddie praised, making you shift in your seat. “Now I’m really looking forward to this party.”

“Well,” you sighed, adjusting yourself in your seat and turning your full body towards him. “I know something that might help the wait.”

He noticed the change in your tone and his eyes didn’t lose the glimmer, just a different glimmer now displayed and he double checked the gear and threw it in park, having turned into the high school parking lot. “Oh? Did you make something else for me?”

“I brought only the best for you,” you smiled, leaning up and across the console separating you.

Eddie bit his lower lip and his hand grabbed lightly at your face. “Show me, princess.”

Immediately obliging, you pressed your lips to his and he quickly pulled you over the console, resting in his lap. He seemed to take all of this better than Steve. Maybe the party would work out in your favor, hell, maybe they could even be friends by the end of it? Maybe? Right?

● ● ● ●

“I think it’s nice you’re setting aside your differences for your sister,” Nancy said, pouring a bag of chips into a large serving bowl. Robin and Steve were helping her with last minute food prep as they awaited everyone to arrive. Pizza was already there, sodas were in the cooler, Robin even brought movies from Family Video and Steve dug out the old board games your parents had stored away.

“It’s just for tonight,” Steve retorted, grabbing a Coke and quickly opening it. He could feel his usual nerves heightened with the agreement between you and him. He’d never admit it, but having his little sister genuinely involved with someone was a huge thing for him (but also it being Eddie didn’t exactly please him either). “I told her I’d try for tonight.”

“Why don’t you, I dunno, try everyday?” Robin said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re missing out on future brother in law bonding time.”

Steve winced, groaning out and waved his hands. “No, no, no, don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Ah, but you don’t know either,” the short haired fiend quipped and shrugged. “Also it wouldn’t kill you to maybe get to know Eddie and form your own opinion. He’s sat with us at lunch a few times, he’s not so bad.”

Steve looked to Nancy, his face stressed. “Can you believe this?”

Nancy pursed her lips, finishing up last touches. “I don’t think it’s honestly a big deal.”

“What? You agree?” Steve said. “You’ve seen Munson and-“

“And,” Nancy interrupted. “-nothing. I don’t have an opinion on Eddie because I don’t know him that well.”

Robin gestured in support, throwing her arms out in front of her. “See?”

“Well he doesn’t make the effort either,” Steve defended. “So why should I?”

“One of you has to, or you both have the chance of losing y/n,” Nancy responded, raising her eyebrow at him. “It takes effort from both of you.”

“But-“

The sound of shouting and laughing came from the front room and Nancy looked at him once more. “Behave.”

Steve sighed as the kids piled in the kitchen, scurrying over each other and grabbing what their hands could before Nancy shooed them. “We have more people coming, guys, come on!”

Jonathon followed in, shouting after Will and Dustin as they brushed past him into the living room. He smiled kindly to Steve and soon took to the tension that radiated from the older boy. “You alright?”

Steve nodded, taking a quick drink of his Coke. “Yeah, just being scolded by women. Again.”

Jonathon laughed briefly before Steve spoke up once more. “Is my sister here yet?”

“Uh, I think her and Eddie weren’t too far down the road,” he replied. “I passed them on the way here.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Great, wonderful, terrific.”

Steve continued on a tangent of positive words and Jonathon glanced between the two girls, pointing to Steve with an eyebrow raised. Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Robin shrugged, sipping exceptionally loud on her drink. Jonathon made a face at both of them and could only anticipate what to expect going into tonights events.

The same thought had been crossing Eddie’s mind all day. He knew that despite how he felt, he needed to try his best for you. That meant setting aside how he felt about your brother, how Steve made him feel all those years in school, every single time Steve laid the ‘freak’ bit on thick – Eddie was preparing himself to leave it all at the door as soon as you arrived to the party. He could only hope Steve was on the same page and tonight would move rather seamlessly. If all went according to plan, maybe they could continue hating each other again bright and early tomorrow morning.

“Whoa!” you yelped, almost bumping into Eddie who had stopped in front of you. The cake in your hands was fragile cargo and you swerved, saving it from meeting it’s demise with the pavement. “Jeez, Eds, if you want any of this cake I would appreciate if you kept both feet moving or a heads up would be greatly appreciated.”

He turned abruptly and made a face, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah, sorry, sweetheart. Just lost in thought."

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. His nerves were on full display and you knew Steve was most likely in the same boat. You’d do whatever you could to ease both of the boys tensions, to prevent anything from escalating, and you hoped they both knew you were on their sides and not against them. It would be beneficial not just for you but the group, too, if there was common ground and structure and not the constant state of tension so thick, of awkward conversations, of debating if it should be both Steve and Eddie invited or one or the other. Not only was it hard for you, but your friends who were also in the same predicament you were with two of the group members holding it out for one another.

“It’s gonna be fine, Eds,” you said as you stepped up the small step to the door. “Deep breaths, like I taught you.”

He snorted, pushing the door open for you. “Aye, aye, captain.”

The eye roll that followed had Eddie pinching at your hips, causing you to yelp and laugh, trying to escape the attack. “Eddie, stop! I have a cake in-“

Your back met with a firm surface and you gasped, hands gripping the dish even tighter. You wobbled slightly, your feet finding an uneven surface and hands gripped your arms to keep you from tripping even further. The eyes of Steve looked back at yours when you glanced back and you sighed, standing straighter after regaining your footing. “I almost dropped the cake, Steve.”

“Maybe Eddie shouldn’t goof off as much, then,” he stated plainly, removing his hands and making eye contact with Eddie who had set his lips in a fine, tight line at the statement.

“Come on, Steve,” Nancy quipped, stepping in the room. “He was just being a little silly, that’s all. Y/n, Eddie, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen! Come on, I’ll help you get that cake in a safer spot.”

You smiled to Nancy, looking back at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and held up his pack of cigarettes, slipping past the three of you and towards the back doors. A frown soon replaced the former smile and you slipped pass Steve into the kitchen. Nancy gave him a stern look and hustled behind you. This would be a long night.

● ● ● ●

Eddie had rejoined the festivities shortly after his two cigarettes, his nerves only escalating at Steve and his comment. Right off the bat, he had thought, he just had to jump into an accusatory stance. He bit his tongue in your defense, but how long could he keep that up? Jonathon and him had gotten into conversation you had overheard, and watched quietly from a distance. Nancy and Robin chitchatted next to you, and the kids were already causing Steve’s inner mother to kick in. Lucas and Mike were tossing a ball back and forth in the living room, Dustin and Will had turned on their favorite radio station and were singing much off tune to Madonna (much to everyone’s surprised enjoyment, even Eddie who only ever consumed that of every heavy 80’s metal or hairband), and Max and El were currently in a contest of who could crush a soda can the fastest: Max against her forehead, or El with her actually head? Steve was in the current stages of trying to prevent possible brain damage, to both. Erica was continuously bugging you for a slice of cake, to which you turned her down everytime.

“Nerd,” she’d grumble.

“Don’t you agree?” Robin asked, bumping her hip into yours and you quickly looked to her, eyebrows raised. You waited and she glanced to Nancy, then back. “Have you really not been listening? Babes, this is the impending doom of the possibility of not getting new band uniforms.”

“Oh, no,” you breathed, the end of ‘no’ hitching slightly in question and you couldn’t help the giggle that followed when Robin groaned. Nancy joined in the laughter and Robin threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Fine! I’ll go complain to Steve!”

“That might be good, actually,” you suggested, watching Steve stumble by with Dustin on his back and attempting to smack his hands away. “Looks like he could use the help.”

“Dustin! Dustin, Steve is not a piñata!” Robin hollered, following after them as you and Nancy watched in amusement.

“So,” Nancy started in, refilling your cups and returning her gaze to the events taking place in the room next to you. “They haven’t fought.”

“Ssh!” you snapped quickly, looking to her. “Nance, you’ll jinx it! This is the most I’ve seen them not go at each other, even if they are just keeping to themselves. It’s a start and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“How long do you think it’ll keep up, though?” she asked honestly. When you frowned at her question she set a hand on your arm. “I want you happy, you’re my friend. Knowing those two bone heads, though, I just worry they’ll drop the façade when you aren’t looking.”

Your frown creased even further into your face. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Nance. It’s my brother and my boyfriend. I love them both, but I don’t wanna lose either of them.”

“I know,” Nancy sighed, before perking up. “What if-“

“Watch it!” Steve shouted, and all eyes directed into the living room.

Eddie dusted Dustin’s shoulders off, before looking to Steve. “You almost crashed the kid into the bookshelf, man, you should be the one watchin’ it.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Like earlier when you nearly pummeled my sister into the ground?”

“Goddammit, Nancy,” you mumbled before stepping up a ways. “Steve, it was-“

His eyes cast to you and he scoffed. “An accident? Like anytime y’all horse around?”

“Hey,” Eddie snapped, stepping up to your side. “I’ve never laid a hand on her like that.”

“Like what?” Steve retorted.

“You know exactly what you mean,” Eddie said.

Jonathon stepped up now, followed by Dustin. ��Come on, guys, everyone just caught up in the moment. Everyone’s good.”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll be good when he’s gone.”

“Steve!” Nancy said, shaking her head.

“Like hell!” Eddie laughed. “I was invited!”

You sat a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking to him. “Eddie, calm down.”

“Fine! Then I’ll go!” Steve said, and he looked to you. “Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving.”

Everyone stared, Robin trying to talk quietly to Steve who was having none of it. Nancy looked to Jonathon with a worried expression and the kids clamored to the other side of the room, just watching. You stared at your brother in disbelief and shook your head. “Steve, we just all need a break, please! Let’s just all breathe a second!”

“We can breathe at home.”

Steve stepped up and grabbed your arm, causing Eddie to grab the other. You squeaked at the force of the two boys, looking to Nancy with wide eyes. They had never escalated to protectiveness with you involving each other in the same moment, it had never gotten this heated before and the worry crept in the pit of your stomach, causing bile to slowly rise in the back of your throat. You swallowed it down, the panic on your face evident and Nancy immediately jumped in.

“Boys!” Nancy yelled, grabbing onto Steve and Jonathon grabbing Eddie.

“Come on, guys, this is stupid,” Jonathon added and patted Eddie on his back.

“She doesn’t wanna go,” Eddie snarled, staring Steve right in the face.

“I’m her brother, older might I add, so what I say goes,” Steve responded, Nancy tugging on his belt loop.

“Guys, please stop!” you cried, wiggling in their grips. “You said you’d try! Just break it up!”

Dustin and Max came up, prying the older boys grips and Robin stepped up to pull you aside, her arm slipping around your shoulders. Eddie shook his head, chuckling to himself and turned away from Steve which caused Jonathon to loosen his grip. Nancy kept a petite finger interloped in Steve’s belt loop for safe keeping.

“Steve, why don’t we go outside for a minute?” Nancy mumbled, tugging lightly.

Steve broke his gaze on Eddie, wiping a hand down his face. He nodded slowly and turned towards her. “Yeah… yeah anything to get away from that freak.”

The words slipped out without a second thought. Steve froze, as did everyone else, and eyes landed on Eddie. The panic that set in was worse than the first time and you pulled away from Robin, going to Eddie immediately. As soon as the words were out, Eddie’s shoulders tightened and his back went straight. Jonathon could see his face and he watched every emotion cross over it – shock, realization, anger, guilt, sadness, absolute rage. Eddie couldn’t register who was near him and his hearing went into a high frequency pitch. His eyes darkened and the only thing you felt was the shove, a rush of air, and your back hitting the counter of the island. “Eddie, no!”

Eddie swung first. His fist connected quickly with Steve’s jaw and the elder boy stared stone cold at him as Steve stumbled to the ground.

“Shit,” Dustin muttered and everyone was quick in action.

Steve jumped up from the ground, Will and Mike trying to hold him back while Jonathon and Dustin grabbed for Eddie. Lucas moved Max and Erica out of the way and Robin and Nancy stepped up to your side.

“Let me go!” Steve yelled. “Let me go!”

“Knock it off!” Mike snapped, stumbling at the tug Steve attempted away from the younger boys.

“Come on!” Eddie cackled. “Let pretty boy get a nice swing in!”

“Don’t push it!” Jonathon snapped.

“I’m slipping!” Dustin yelled, his palms clammy and his upper arm strength nonexistent in the pull Eddie had.

“Eddie, Steve, stop!” you shouted. “Stop right now!”

“I’ll never understand what my sister sees in you!” Steve shouted, glaring. “She could do so much better!”

Eddie scoffed and licked his lips. “Like I haven’t heard that before! At least I can land a gal, you strike out on every chance you get! So much for being the Hawkins King!”

“Shut up!” you again yelled.

“Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend! She’s clearly got the brains in this relationship!” Steve smirked. “Third times a charm right?”

“It’s no wonder she hates being at home!” Eddie started, and you froze. “I wouldn’t want to be around someone as idiotic, full of themselves, and a kiss ass like you!”

“Bullshit she doesn’t want to be at home! It’s better than that trailer trash park you’re in! I’m surprised she hasn’t brought home bed bugs or lice!”

“Ask her then! You don’t even try to get to know her anyway, so what does it matter!”

“I know my sister!”

“Like hell!”

Tears began to well in your eyes and you tried your best to swallow them down. The adrenaline was suffocating, everyone getting their own taste of it. Dustin’s grip slowly lost and Eddie pulled free the rest of the way, Steve finding his way out from Will and Mike. Everyone started yelling all at once when the two got ahold of each other, causing mass chaos to ensue. Fists flying, Eddie landed another blow to Steve’s eye – it would definitely be swollen in the next hour and shut completely by the end of the night. Steve tumbled around with Eddie, landing two good blows into his ribs causing the metalhead to yell out – they weren’t broken but there would definitely be major bruising and tender for a while. You attempted your own chance at pulling them apart, but the force of the two sent you stumbling and Nancy shouted, anger setting in for her at the two acting this way in her home. “Knuckleheads, break it up or I’ll call Hopper!”

The two continued their dance, nearly tumbling into the three of you and Steve slammed Eddie against the counter top. Eddie flailed beneath him and Steve sent a blow to his jaw, causing Eddie to yelp in pain. He glared up at Steve and reached around him for anything that would help him gain some traction.

His hand landed in something mushy, his fingers feeling a heavy, thick, consistency on them but he went with it. Eddie grabbed a fist full and landed a blow into Steve’s face, causing him to gasp and lose his hold. Steve wiped his face, red crumbs and white icing coating his hand. He stared at it before looking up and it was on before you could stop them. Steve grabbed his own fist full and the two went back to it, cake and icing flying in every which direction. Food and drinks came with it and everyone yelled as soon, the entire party was coated in carbonation, crumbs of chips, and icing being flung every which direction. Nancy tried to block herself, screaming out in anger. Oh, how much trouble she was going to be in for this later.

You felt the tears brimming, pushing, and soon tumbling over your waterline. They were heavy, hot, and quickly cascading down your face. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath and everything moved in slow motion in front of you. The cake was destroyed, demolished, gone, as were any chances of your two favorite people reconciling and putting any differences behind them. There went any chances of family dinners, trips, any chances of enjoying a Corroded Coffin show, any chances of a future that was healthy with either one. You watched as they continued their antics, neither one of them sparing any glance to check on you, to see your reaction, for any sign or confirmation that you were okay. In this moment, it was about Steve and Eddie. It was always about Steve and Eddie. Reflecting and looking back, even when it was you and only one of them, it turned around to discuss the other.

Steve always wanted to know what Eddie was doing, who he was hanging out with, where you were going with him, if Eddie was trying to sell you weed, if you two were drinking. Anything he could get dirt on for your parents. Eddie always wanted to know what Steve was doing, if he was working, when he was working, and when he’d be home so he could plan exactly to come get you at the worst time just to annoy him. It was little things, it was spiteful, and the two couldn’t leave high school behind. Where did you even fit in to the equation? At that point it’d be better for them to just date each other.

Making your way to the now empty cake platter, a splash of Coke greeting you in the face on your trek, you grabbed the glass dish firmly in your hands. The porcelain was completely clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. This is what your life would be now; clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. The surface, slipping back and forth in your hands, would not survive this fight either. Arms raising above your head, you could hear your pulse in your ears, not even the shout from Robin when she saw what you were doing, it was so loud. Even when you screamed out in frustration, you couldn’t hear how actually loud you were, how it was almost deafening as the realization set over the situation in front of you. Most everyone covered their ears with their hands, wide eyed and cowering back from what was to come. With your screaming, you quickly brought the plate crashing down to the kitchen tile and shards of glass went flying. The small pieces grazed your bare calves, probably not the best time to be wearing shorts. Steve and Eddie were the two closest to the line of fire, both of them turning away and blocking their faces. When the glass had calmed, that’s when your screaming did, and the deafening silence that followed felt louder.

Everyone looked around, food and drink covering every surface in the kitchen and half of the living room. The glass had spread from the bottom of your feet into the line of the living room, down the tile of the kitchen, and even some had managed to bounce to the countertop. All eyes slowly landed on you, Eddie and Steve both finally taking in the mass destruction of what they had caused. Tears continued to stream down your face, mixed with the icing slabbed on your cheek and the stain of Coke all along the collar and upper shoulders of your shirt. Eddie looked to your legs and saw the thin lines of blood from the shards, before meeting your face again. Steve watched as your shoulders shook from the sobs held in, your face as red as the cake you had made.

Oh shit, the cake.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie started.

“Kiddo, I-“ Steve added at the same time.

“No!” you sobbed. The room grew quiet again. All eyes were on you. This was your time.

“I-“ you started, taking a deep breath to try and align yourself. “I didn’t want to lose- to lose either of you. I wanted th-this to work. Just once!”

Guilt began creeping over the boys, disappointment settled in Steve’s bones as he knew he let you down, Eddie feeling his own tears start to grow at the state you were in. They didn’t want this.

“But now,” you chuckled, causing both boys to go rigid in fear. “Now I realize you’re losing me.”

You looked to each of them, a sob tight in your chest and you choked it back. With shaking hands, you wiped the remaining food from your face, and brushed past the two of them and everyone else. The sobs finally racked your chest as you quickly made your way out the door, slamming it shut behind you.

Steve and Eddie looked around before looking at each other. They both were fucked up. And they had fucked up. Big time.

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hiraethwa · 4 months

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one summer day

02 fly high. where you have yet to realize what ushijima will mean to you.

<< 01 clear skies. | >> 03 shining light. | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: double post this week, I'm feeling like i need some motivation to keep going. i wrote this a while ago, and am super excited with how this part ends, but i still feel like the flow isn’t the best here… word count: 1.4k warnings: some angst if you squint terms: furoshiki -- cloth that is used to wrap bento

june, first year

“curry rice!” you grin at the ash blonde haired boy, plopping a neatly wrapped bento on his desk as you slide into the seat in front of him. ever since your brother introduced you to him, he has become a constant in your everyday school life to the point that the two of you are almost inseparable.

“are you coming over after practice again? we have that japanese homework that i need your help with” you shrug off your jacket, sweat sticking to your skin from the walk to school. summer is coming on quickly now, coaxing the spring blossoms that you loved so much away.

semi hums in agreement as he unties the furoshiki and opens the bento excitedly. “it smells amazing, y/n! i am hungry thinking about it now even though i had breakfast.” he pouts at you.

you laugh wholeheartedly, feeling something like satisfaction. it is one thing to have your family compliment your cooking, another to hear such sincere praises from your friends. you think this might just be it. high school might be better than you thought after all. after all the disappointments and heartbreaks from junior high and even before that.

“thanks, eita. now keep it before you make the whole class hungry.” you poke fun at him as you pull out another set of wrapped bento, this one in plain cat print. it was the plainest, non-feminine-screaming furoshiki you could find after the one with crashing waves that you wrapped semi’s bento in.

you didn’t normally bring bentos to school since both your parents are always busy with work. even this furoshiki is a recent addition after you graduated from junior high, when you started packing some meals for yourself.

“so, you remember how ushijima-san helped me with my wound a few days ago?” you sound hesitant even to yourself. inside, you wanted to kick yourself for following through with this now that you are actually in the process of it, but it is too late. so you might as well get it over with. “i made an extra portion for him to thank him for his help… could you pass it to him at practice?”

“ehhh, why does he get one too? i have known you for two months now and it’s only my first time receiving a bento from you.”

you roll your eyes at the boy. “if you help me, i will make you a strawberry shortcake.” bribing him is easy when you knew he enjoyed the cake you shared last week. you breathe a sigh of relief when he does not pursue the topic any further.

semi is quite the competitive persona, so it did not surprise you when that was the tangent he went off in, instead of the typical, do you like him? that other people would assume. this is good for you. you do not want him to misunderstand your intentions, and it’s not like you harbor those feelings for ushijima. you just strongly dislike the feeling of being in anyone’s debt.

“how is practice for interhigh matches going anyway?” you smile at your newfound friend who you got along with as naturally as breathing.

yes, high school will be different. i will see it so.

it is pouring outside later that afternoon regardless of how clear the skies were when you walked to school in the morning. the sound of volleyball practice fades into the background as you pull out a blank music sheet and start scribbling the tune that has been rattling around your head today.

today, when you climbed the stairs to the gymnasium and watched the practice match your school is playing against the college team that came in, you had expected to experiment with the melody when you get home later. you note that the usual starting lineup were on court, with the exception of one of the wingspikers being subbed out for ushijima. even though he is just a new first year. perhaps this is the lineup that the coach has in mind for the interhigh tournament, you had thought.

and even though you have seen countless of your brother’s matches over the years, this one felt different. the spiking form of the player as he begins his approach, swinging both arms backwards before leaving the ground, feet kicked out behind him, and making contact with the ball with his left hand, sending it back into the opponent’s courtside, felt different.

it had felt like you were given wings to soar high above the clouds when all life did was cover up the blue skies that you loved so much. it had felt like coming up for a full breath of fresh air after being dunked in water. it had felt like you were alive again, for once in a very long time.

and the melody that you had been crafting takes on a life of its own, taking its first flight from your hands and rise high up into the sky. twisting, turning. triumphant. the notes flow onto the sheet as your hand struggles to keep up with your mind.

before you know it, you hear semi calling your name from the court. eh, the match is over? you glance at your watch, showing two hours after when you arrived at the court. “yes! be right there!” you yell back, swinging your belongings onto your shoulder and making your way downstairs.

music sheet in hand, mind far ahead of yourself, wanting to play it on your violin already, you venture to find your friend. semi is standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed while waiting for you. “were you paying any attention to the game, y/n?”

“what– take a look at this first,” you shove the paper in his hands, excitedly waiting for his response. one could say one of the reasons you two got along so well is your love for music.

he takes his sweet time reading your rough draft and giving you a “hmph” before returning it to you. “fine, i forgive you for missing my set. this is an acceptable excuse, i suppose. it is no small feat to overcome a creative block.”

semi shoots you a mischievous smile before slinging his arm over your shoulders and messing your hair up with his other hand. “SEMI”

“well done! but no next time though” “no promises”

another voice cuts through the air, stopping both of you from making a bigger scene. you had resorted to trying to make his hair stick up vertically as revenge.

“miyamura-san…” ushjima holds out the cat clothed bento to you, slightly amused by you and semi. “thanks for the curry rice, it was delicious.”

“waa, a compliment from ushijima-san, your cooking must have been amazing, miyamura-san,” a red-haired boy pokes his head out from behind ushijima, whom you would later learn is none other than tendo satori, a troublesome boy who always seemed to be able to see through you.

you beam at his compliment, “heh, thanks guys.” swinging your bag to the front, you shuffle the things around in your bag to make space for the box. he had neatly tied the furoshiki around the box, which caught you by surprise, as semi had returned his to you in a clumsily packed fashion. you surmise that the rising ace in front of you is an athlete who probably likes to keep his life neat and in order, he seems like the type.

“so what are you up to later, semi-semi?”

“ah, i am going to y/n’s to study”

“can i come with? i have nothing else to do.”

“no! if you’re so free you can practice more volleyball.”

semi banters with the red-haired boy, which sounds like a regular occasion to you. you chuckle to yourself, picturing ushijima, the stoic spiker, playing the referee between the two boys. now that would be entertaining to watch.

your eyes meet ushijima’s, to which he raises his eyebrow at you as if he’s saying what’s so funny? you shrug, feigning innocence before turning away from him.

neither of you realized it at the time, but ushijima gave you wings to fly, even before you really knew each other.

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hersurvival · 1 month

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1. Born in a hospital that's no longer around

2. Louisiana hurricane drills, my mom wasn't watching and I put a cockroach in my mouth

3. Stomach aches, leg cramps, unexplained bruises - cancer

4. If I don't make it, at least my parents have my sister and our brother

5. Remission, I started school, I walked there on my own

6. My best friend and I were separated, he knew nothing but domestic abuse

7. I had to meet weekly with a teacher, learn to control my anger

8. The new kid, making friends somehow has gotten harder

9. Middle School, in the presence of teenagers

10. The new kid, my step-dad tried to trap me upstairs

11. Depressed, the first time I held a blade to my arm

12. I'd like to leave this world now, my parents read my journal, told me I should kiss prettier girls

13. The new kid, my mother left, broke our promises, broke my heart

14. The new kid, I changed schools twice, new step-dad, all my parents do is drink, my first cigarette, my first relationship

15. We broke up, word spread, somehow now I'm a slut

16. The first time I ever got drunk, a friend of a friend of a friend assaulted me after I threw up

17. I'm found bleeding and crying on the ground away from the party, I skipped school until graduation, staying sober never lasted

18. I ran away to California, to my dad, but he only knew how to look at me with immense sadness

19. I rent my first apartment, I have a full-time job, my mother and my siblings followed me north

20. I'm a full-time student, culinary arts

21. I work all summer, trained as a cake decorator

22. I skip the ceremony but I receive my degree, find work in a restaurant

23. Quarentine, lock down, a global pandemic

24. My grandmother passes, bought a house with my partner

25. New job, new direction, certified as a forklift driver

26. I think I'm ready to get help, I'm just so scared and always so tired, who would I be if not this, though, it is all I know

27. I started medication, perhaps I'll quit smoking, I wonder if I can be good now, I want to be good now

#if my life were short chapters #not sure why I wanted to do this #but here it is #it's yours now #you are all up to date on my life #that's it #there's nothing more #poets on tumblr #writing #poem #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for telling my brother his wife is using him?

This may be long but I want to make sure there is enough info for you to give an accurate judgment. TLDR at the end but I encourage reading the full post

I (25f) have an older brother, J (28m). I also have a younger brother (22m), L. J and I were always close when we were younger then grew apart as we got older, the boys always were close. The year J graduated high school we became close again.

J met his gf A (29-31f, I dont even know how old she is but she's older then J) during college. I remember the first time A came home with him, and she was very sweet but very nervous. We clicked and had a good conversation that lasted hours (we all were at our parents house and us girls had to share a room and the boys did too). Anytime there were holidays we stayed at our parents and did this (big holidays that colleges had off like Christmas and Thanksgiving)

We met up a couple of times and all was fine. It was hard as they lived far away from where we grew up (2-4 hours depending on traffic and routes). Then I moved to the country, about 20 minutes away from them. We met up more often, but only maybe about once every 3 months. No big deal, I was busy working. Then J and A got engaged and it felt like everything changed.

I would invite them to hang out or get dinner, but J and A would make excuses. J would be like "A can't come so we won't make it" even when I said "okay but what if only you came? You're my brother?" He would make excuses. The days they agreed to meet up, suddenly day of couldn't go. He was tired after work, she wasn't feeling good, the car wasn't working. Anything and everything you could think of. I did notice whenever L came to visit me and stay, J and A would always be available to meet up, even if it was last minute.

So I figured...it somehow must be me? And then they got married. And it was beautiful.

Or so im told as it was a private ceremony and I wasn't invited :) I actually was originally told the date, which I asked off of work for, but then I got a text a week prior saying "guess what happened tonight" and then was told they got married. L was there. Our parents and myself were not. A did tell me she didn't feel right inviting our parents if her parents weren't there...but why not me? I was told it was a private ceremony and only L was there as a witness, but one of their friend's posted pictures and it had over 5 different people in them

I tried to let it go but honestly it hurt me and pissed me off and everything kept adding onto it. I have zero clue what the hell i did. I have texted J and asked him point blank if he is mad at me, he would deny. I asked for A's number cause he mentioned she was lonely and had lost friends, I said we could go get our nails done since that's something she likes (I dont but I figured I'd extend an olive branch) he refused to give it to me. It seems its me but again I have zero clue why.

It worsened after me and J got into an argument. They canceled again, and I do know A was having a bought of depression at this time. I understood, as someone diagnosed with depression and anxiety. But J told me I never would understand (A was still going out to places and hanging out with friends, meanwhile there were days I couldn't get out of bed and called into work sick. I know we shouldn't compare mental illness but it seemed like an excuse to me. A also would do things that she has said makes her mental health worse, like reading and watching things that triggers her). The whole reason I wanted to hang out is because I had Christmas gifts from our parents and a few of our childhood friends for them (L was out of the country at this time and had mailed a gift to them). They kept bailing and I tried for TWO MONTHS, I finally delivered the items the week after Valentines.

One of our friends was a baker and TOLD THEM she baked them a cake, special for them because A has dietary restrictions due to a chronic disease. They knew this and it spoiled. So I was upset for my friend, and I lied and said they got it to save her the hurt.

But when J finally told me to drop off the items I blew up at him. We stood outside his house and yelled at each other. He flat out told me to stop being so emotional and that I was letting hormones get in the way of thinking, and that I should understand A being depressed. I did! I yelled at him he should get his head out of his ass and that he is letting down not just me but our friends, especially the baker who has a waitlist and made stuff SPECIAL for them. He didn't thank me for my gift, but texted each individual person for theirs.

That was in 2022. A month after I apologized and he said he forgave me. But nothing has changed. Since then they didn't wish me happy birthday (they called L on his, he is now living with me temporarily, but when I pointed out I didn't get a happy birthday from anyone *literally only one friend wished me a happy birthday and L, even my own parents forgot* A told me I needed to get over myself and that birthdays weren't that important to them so I shouldn't take any offense. I didnt expect them to wish me a happy birthday this year because of that, but my true friends and my parents did remember this year),. They didn't come to my college graduation. I stopped texting J and I hadn't heard a response since. We did see each other this past Christmas coincidentally, not planned as they didn't come to our parents. J was pleasant, A said nothing but watched me the whole time, and I made excuses to leave this Christmas party as I didnt even know they knew the person throwing the party.

I came home early from work this past week and J was visiting L (something J claims he can't do during weekdays cause he works 9-5 during the week...allegedly). J gave me a hug and we all chatted for about an hour, it felt like old times, but then his wife called. It was a smooth conversation then I got brought up, and suddenly A needed J back home immediately. He bailed on dinner plans he and L had (L had spent all day cooking a roast, it was delicious btw and yes L was upset J didn't stay).

I had enough. I called J during his "work hours" on his cell. J answered and I chewed him out. I said our brother was hurt and whatever the issue with me is HAS to stop. If he doesn't tell me whats wrong, I CANT fix it. J told me there was nothing wrong with me and I was reading too into it. I pointed out some of the same instances I listed and he told me I was reading into it. He then accidentally let slip that A didn't want us talking. Which I figured. I blew up and told him A was using him. A was turning him against me and our parents *i am too lazy to go back but he stopped talking to our parents the same time he stopped talking to me but he always talked to L*. I mentioned how she is an adult and if she has an issue with me she needs to tell me, but instead she's a fucking coward. J yelled at me that she has anxiety and I yelled back "bitch I do too! I'm on fucking meds for it" which i know she isnt. J hung up on me.

Not only is everything above an issue, A also: doesn't have a job and only J has the income. Claims its because of her illness, the one that causes dietary restrictions, yet EATS said things even though she knows makes her sick. She won't let J meet up with our childhood friends. A also has stsrted getting J to take edibles with her. If J is tested, it will get him fired from his job. But then she complains he's being a loser if he doesn't do edibles with her.

The kicker is this: A solely used to date women. J is NOT a woman, nor does he want to identify as one. J knows A used to date women, and again tells me I should be more considerate seeing as how I am openly bisexual. However, and I havent told J this, one of the conversations I did have with A after they got married, she told me TO MY FACE "yeah, I never imagined marrying a guy yet here I am." Laughed and I kind of was like oh haha, isnt it crazy how things work out, to which she said "I dont even like men!" Slapped my thigh laughing and continued laughing. I was bewildered and when J had returned and asked what we were talking about we both changed the subject.

I did tell L when that happened and he thought it was weird but we couldn't change anything as they were married. I dont know if I should tell J.

But really I do feel as though A is using J, but now im wondering if I should lay it out more clearly WHY. Or if I should stay out of it. They already seem to hate me, so part of me is like why not go for it. But L is talking me off that bridge (my therapist is also testing me for something that isnt solely anxiety and depression) . I know J is hurt as he told L such, and part of me feels bad I yelled, but also the rest of me wants to key his fucking car and tell him to shove it up his ass and ban him from seeing L at my house as it is MY house even though L is living there

AITA?

TLDR: I yelled at my brother his wife is using him as she doesn't have a job, always falls back on her mental and physical illness yet does things to make them worse, and has also told me she doesn't like men (she used to exclusively date women prior to my brother).

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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fxshigurosbae · 1 year

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now playing ► KINKTOBER 22, last week.

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parental advisory ! explicit content

LYRICS. a!u, gangbang, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dumbification, oral sex, cunnilingus, handjob, humiliation, creampie, multiple orgasms, public use, pet names, overstimulation, dacryphilia, degradation, corruption, age gap, size kink, power play, manhandling, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, strong language // user [20]

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ARTIST. i am sorry for being late! here’s the last chapter for kinktober 2022, i am so glad i got to work again with the wonderful @fueledbysano and i’d like to thank every one of you for the support, sending you my love!

— the playlist

those lonely nights at home always used to end the moment your brother came back home, either close to death or heavily intoxicated, those being the most usual scenarios. living with getou, for most of your life was certainly intriguing, in fact, a very unique experience. being his little sister could be both a blessing and a curse, you two surely made an amazing pair, taking care of each other when your parents were never there. well, you were the one always looking out for him, obviously, but it all had it’s benefits — his hot guy friends hanging around the house, peeking at your window or the door, people at school respecting you, even after years of him graduating, calling you getou’s little sis. this time, on a saturday nighttime, with a few knocks on your door, as soon as you swing it slowly open, the same scene unfolds in front of your eyes.

“he’s at it again, y/n.” a subtle wobbliness on the white-haired man’s voice, gojo, while leaning against the doorframe with your unconventional brother laying on one of his shoulders.

“he made such a mess back there.” the other, the one with black hair, emerald eyes, toji, holding getou too, irritatingly added.

“i had to pay for cleaning.” and the blond behind them, nanami, complained.

“oh! hi boys, thank you for bringing him home,” you chuckle embarrassingly at the moment, at the expected scene. “i am so sorry for this troublemaker,” you looked at your brother, frustratedly. “do you want to get in? i was about to make some coffee.” so sweet you were, every friend of getou’s would admit you must be an angel on earth, they all loved you — maybe a little too much — they all tried to make a move on you, but for your somewhat misfortune, your brother was very protective. after all, you were his precious sister, quite some few years younger, just freshly twenty! how could he not want to keep you hidden away from lusty men?

“no, thank you, it’s very late, we should get g—

“oh, coffee, you got cake or any sweets at all?” gojo interrupted nanami.

“coffee’d be nice.” toji too agreed, having your, probably dead asleep, big brother hang from their shoulders as they walked past your smiling self, going inside the house.

“i am sorry, y/n, they are drunk as well.” nanami apologized, walking just close enough, but a bit far, so you could sniff some of his cologne and what was the scent of the alcohol you recognized well.

“gonna take him to his room, so heavy, my shoulder’s hurt!” gojo advised a little loudly, both the men, with the package on their backs— your brother — turned to your direction coordinately, standing in the living room, waiting for your approval.

“that’d be nice! i’ll get some cups for you three, black coffee? just wait for me on the couch, make yourselves at home.” soft, gentle, a maiden’s voice, dismissing nanami’s help even before he could offer. not so long after, walking towards your living room with the drinks, watching the men talking between themselves, mostly listening to gojo’s monologue. immediately shifting their gaze towards you as you carefully handed each of them a white mug full of deliciously homemade caffeine. you sit at the usual empty spot, like everyone else, familiarly — like mentioned, bringing getou’s drunk ass home was normal, but they never really stayed for too long, or they’d have their ass beat by your brother, if he ever found out.

“he’s such a lightweight,” gojo laughed at his remark, watching a smirk on toji’s lips from across the room, as nanami observed with his usual expressionless face yet with a hint of intoxication. “getou doesn’t even think of y/n, like, what if he didn’t have us to bring him back home!” the white-haired quickly blabbered as you had a silly smile on your face at the cuteness of his acts. “if we weren’t such good guys, y/n’d be alone all night! imagine, a cute girl all by herself, that’s like unacceptable!” your eyes widened at the saying, eyebrows furrowing in confusion while you swallowed your, differently than them, hot cocoa.

“gotta agree on that one.” fushiguro added, taking a sip of his coffee, gojo gesturing at him.

“don’t assume we’re saviors, gojo.” nanami corrected, all of that making you blush harshly, but you thought it might have been a misunderstanding. “but of course, geto should be considerate of y/n.” you wonder if it’s just your hot drink or if gojo’s sudden shift of aura unconsciously, and unknowingly, excited something inside of you.

“ya wrong about one thing, nanami. we sure are here for y/n,” his blue eyes looked directly to yours. “so, that means, we gotta keep her, treat her real nice, so nothing bad happens while getou’s asleep, right?”

“that’s very sweet, but you guys don’t have to stay here! i’m sure you’re tired and—

“not a problem for us, sweetheart,” toji interrupted. “not gonna lie,” you turned to look at him. “gojo’s drunk too but he’s gotta point, can’t let ya alone in here.” as if you were completely alone, getou was there, drunk, but he was there… was it an excuse?

“oi,” nanami called. “have you not thought it might be uncomfortable having us in her house this late?” they adjusted their eyes towards you, at the same time, and you felt a heavy pressure.

“i-i don’t, i mean, you guys are always welcome here. i won’t say i dislike some company.” so fucking sweet.

“gosh, can’t believe you can say that to us so easily.” gojo chuckled. “you really don’t know what men are capable of, don’tcha, y/n?” your kindness was really such a weak point for them.

“gojo.” nanami exclaimed as he watched the white-haired stand up casually, and walk close to you, with unhurried steps and a serene expression, so unusually calm that it made you feel some warmth. with suddenness, you felt his long finger under your chin, lifting like you were a feather, delicately.

“y/n, do ya really don’t mind if we keep you company tonight?” you nodded, staring at him with curious eyes, not understanding too much of the situation, yet something deep inside told you otherwise. “good, wanted to make sure.” gojo whispered, acting as if you two were the only ones there. once again, unexpectedly he attached his lips onto yours, in a soft embrace, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. he effortfully leaned down, with his back curving like a cat, and you unconsciously attempted to get yourself up from the couch by holding onto his shirt. the man pulled away after a few seconds that felt like they went by so quickly. your cheeks felt like burning, as if your entire body shared the same flame, one which you didn’t know how to put down, or why did it burn.

“gojo, what are you doing?” nanami, once again, called him out. toji quiet, only observing — you could feel the constant heaviness on the air from their eyes.

“i’m gonna fuck you, right here, okay?” he shamelessly mumbled to you, in a very whispery tone, and you exploded internally…

…“hey, gojo, stop it, getou—

“don’t care,” the blue-eyed man instinctively looked at the blond, rolling his eyes back, with a slightly annoyed face. “getou’s way too drunk to care anyway, he fills his ass up with booze, leaves his sister alone at home and acts as if that’s okay,” nanami keeps a straight face. “now, when i wanna stay here with her, you care to stop me.”

“toji, what do you think about this?” kento directed his word to the silent dark-haired, you were desperately trying to understand what was going on.

“let him be, nanami, wanna see how far this goes.” he replied.

“great, so she is just a game to you—

“not it, would rather have us take care of her than something happen at night while getou’s fuckin’ dead in bed.” toji cut off, it felt so unreal, how could they spit out things like that in front of you.

“you done over there, mom and dad?” gojo joked, annoyed and nanami instantly sighed, crossing his arms while still sat down.

“as long as getou doesn’t kill me, take care of her, just know i am leaving.” then he stood up, collecting his coat.

“nanami, please don’t leave,” you so suddenly begged, directly looking at him. “it’s late.” you excused.

“come on, sweet girl, toji and i are not enough?” gojo giggled. “knew ya were a dirty one.” again, choking on words, so innocently letting things come out of your mouth before even thinking, but they were the wrong ones, analyzing your words with a dirty meaning.

“you gon’ leave after that, nanami?” toji made fun of him, watching kento freeze for a second, sighing again as he put his coat on the couch again, and grabbing the mugs from the coffee table avoidantly, walking towards the kitchen a few meters away, without letting out a word. as soon as you knew, gojo had spread you on the sofa, leaving you in the pillow princess position, very comfortably. pulling down your white tight shorts, kissing your neck and pushing your head back with his hand and a loose grip on you — biting your lip in order to refrain from any unnecessary sound, or else you’d die from embarrassment. as he tugged onto the cute lacy underwear that he also easily removed in a blink of an eye, and you flinched, noticing toji watching you, sat beside you, keeping one of your knees open — your eyes flew to him as a reaction and he began kissing you calmly, tongue messing and twirling halfway inside your mouth, holding onto your smaller jaw, pressing kisses on your lips before going back in. gojo kneeled down in front of your body, admiring how quickly you unfolded for the man, so cutely wet, so innocent.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.” you melted deeper into the cushioned couch, pulling away from your kiss with toji, a string of saliva connecting your tongues, you covered your lips with your wrist because of being a little breathless, hips slowly moving forward unconsciously. you didn’t even think of questioning what was about to happen, how did it happen nor why was it all going too fast, not even what would happen if geto suddenly saw two of his best friends examining his little sister’s precious cunt on his living room, with her legs spread wide open shamelessly. gojo, leisurely pressed a kiss on your pussy, making you let out a short moan, watching attentively his actions, he followed your eyes with ease and serenity, a hint of smugness while you followed him too, but eyes with need, desperation and with a hint of confusion. and for good, satoru finally sank into you, beginning to eat you out with broad experience. sucking slightly, licking and flicking the tongue with soft and gentle movements, your legs attempted to close, yet both gojo and toji did not let you. both your hands flew into the cloudy white hair on his head, involuntarily pulling it closer, begging for more, meanwhile, toji let sweet pecks and gentle sucking on your pretty neck, caring to not leave visible marks.

“come on, let gojo know if’s doing good, bunny.” toji advised, with that raspy and low voice, close to your ear, in between kisses, then, your whining loudened and escaped your glistening lips, for once and for all. they were still short and shy, but so very stimulating and pure. gojo’s tongue entered your pussy for a solid few times randomly, sending shivers down your spine, and immediately making your mouth morph into an o shape, throwing your head back. “nah, look down at him, focus.” the other man encouraged, guiding you. “if ya don’t, he won’t let ya cum, get that?” gojo sucked onto your clit perfectly, and your puppy moan drove both of them insane as you nodded repeatedly. “good, good girl.” he praised, watching as his friend skillfully pleasured you and sent you close to oblivion.

“gonna cum, already? you’re so cute, y/n.” gojo spoke also in between kisses on your nub, watching his lips moisten at your little mess. your exasperated breaths meshed with your high-pitched brief whining. legs trembling at each movements of his skilled tongue, feeling toji’s unoccupied hand grope at the bottom of your breast, noticing the lack of a bra underneath the soft shirt.

“gojo-kun, t-that’s too much!” you advise, not being familiar with that upcoming fiery bubbly feeling on your lower belly, breathing heavily made it become even stronger. both men ignored you, having your legs still kept open by them, and now by toji, one of your tits being fondled and nipple rubbed in circles over the fabric every few seconds, you shivered, a lot. the moment your head went back again, unavoidably, gojo sticked one finger inside your pulsating pussy, embracing it whole. plus you were pulled back to stare at him by the neck, toji had to remind you of his promise. you moaned sharply at his digit finding so quickly, so effortlessly, a spot that made you instantly fly over to the moon and strongly make your legs almost leave their grips, gluing them together, so close to suffocating gojo with your thighs — not that he’d complain anyway — and then, you came truthfully, even if the stimulation wasn’t of greatness duration, it was enough to lead you to experience a breathtaking, body trembling, eye-rolling orgasm.

“she almost swallowed my finger, imagine how’d it feel with a dick inside her.” gojo suddenly broke the “silence”, both men talking to each other normally, as if you weren’t laying in the middle of them breathless, sweating a little too much and your skin with reddish undertones, even your fingertips blushed.

“gotta test that out.” toji added, you gulped dry. in that somewhat quietness, you could hear the water from the tap running from the kitchen — nanami must have been doing some of the dishes you planned on washing earlier. your body, smaller then their broad and muscular shoulders and chests, was moved effortlessly by toji’s large palms, making you lay down on your belly. the couch wasn’t big enough to fit all of you, still, toji bent you in a way that left more room — your legs raised into a doggy position, arching the back and having it pressed down onto the cushion. noticing gojo’s crotch right in front of your eyes, looking up at him, a smirk on his lips and a growing bulge on his pants, as he brought to his fingers, a few strands of your hair.

“suck me off.” satoru said, if he could describe, he would have swore he’d seen sparks in your eyes. slowly rising yourself up, all the while toji played with your ass, you, leisurely, carefully unzipped his pants, along with the hem of his boxers, like a prey being observed attentively. his cock, one you’d admit was quite beautiful, hard and long, rested against his abs, waiting for you to do something — but you were inexperienced with that, and well, he noticed. “seems like our pretty princess doesn’t know how to suck a cock.” he added, precisely, your eyebrows furrowed in anxiety, and you heard a chuckle from behind. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” gojo leaned down a little, grabbing your chin and lifting your poor face. “we gonna take care of you, gonna take out every single inch of innocence you got,” your heart beat increased, as if beating five times faster. “needa thank getou for keeping such a precious angel safe, just for us.” they both laughed, the aura was supposed to be intimidating, yet it was quite the opposite, the warmth, passion and desire made them feel protective. in a sudden movement, fushiguro had sank himself into you, spreading your wet and aroused lips further apart, your legs parting even more from the brusqueness, still not all the way in — only filling the tip in with harshness, leading to your body jolting and a whine echo — he actually made his way inside leisurely, groaning at first, as gojo watched.

“fuck, ya right, she tight.” toji concluded, groaning more as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowed even more and head flew back down, with your belly being pressed on the cushion permanently by one of his hands. “gojo, she’s not a virgin, know that,” your palms clenched, they both noticed your reaction at the commentary. “who do ya bet has fucked her ‘ready?” what a silly game.

“toji, you fucking monster,” the white-haired laughed along, pumping himself in front of you, lifting again your face by the chin to stare at your expression as toji finally went all the way in, entirely. “that’s a hard one,” toji almost pulled out, emptying your pulsating walls. “hm, what’bout yūta?” with a thrust all in, you contained your moan with effort, toji’s hands gripped onto your hips strongly, trying to hold you as still as possible. while gojo teased you, and slowly jerked himself off, to prepare for something else… “nah! and y/n’d be too shy to make a move on toge, right? sure he wouldn’t either.” gojo maliciously laughed, hearing toji struggle a little to thrust in and out of you, your walls too small for his girthy cock, so close to pressing against your cervix. “yuuji!” again, you restrained your moaning, almost exploding, gasping for air. “no?! come on, bunny, ‘s gotta be someone…” the man slowed his working hand, grabbing you a little harsher by the chin, since you wouldn’t look anywhere else but below you. “was it megumi?” with toji’s brusque and forceful pound, you moaned in a relieved and kind of low tone, finally, your eyes relaxing as you let it out. his blue eyes flew to the one with green ones, laughing hysterically as they both stopped moving for an instant. “you heard that, toji?! ‘gumi-chan fucked our little y/n!”

“wait! g-gojo-kun—

“no need to hide, baby.” your heart sank, knowing it was supposed to be kept a secret, after all, you were friends with megumi, it was a one time thing, and didn’t want it to ruin your friendship.

“fuckin’ bastard, huh.” you heard toji mumble and, once again, pound inside of you so harshly, your entire body jolted forward, what a situation to be in. before you could say anything else, gojo’s cock was put inside your mouth. gagging, your eyes watered already at the stretch on your jaw, toji’s raw thrusts made his cock kiss your cervix each time he pounded, both your skin clapping and your legs quivering, hands unable to support yourself on the couch, especially after finding the strength and lust to pump what was left of gojo’s dick — that couldn’t fit inside your lips. unexperienced, your tongue carefully moved around his length, while he thrusted back and forth, fucking your mouth, crying from pain and pleasure, eyes crossing from stimulation. gojo moaned, you weren’t as bad as you thought, maybe it was just a natural talent, maybe you were just made to do that. toji was merciless, being fucked so good like that for your second time was a blessing, you probably had orgasmed already but couldn’t even recognize — your legs were shaking constantly and you whined against gojo’s cock so loudly, the sounds didn’t even seem muffled — but then, you came for real now, it was so sudden, your mouth stopped midway and had his dick thrust to the back of your throat, choking and shaking, legs attempting to close together — made it even more difficult for toji to keep on going, his pace became sloppy — that was the moment they all pulled out from you, before they even came, and your eyes flew upwards to them, as you fell to the couch, breathless. noticing how they began to sweat, blushing, both still hard and almost completely dressed up— while you were completely naked — leaking pre-cum and their cocks twitching.

“can we go now?” another voice emerged from the hallway, your eyes darted to the direction of the sound just to see nanami leaning against the wall, with a very serious expression, maybe disappointment.

“how long have you been standing there? what were you doing anyway?” gojo exclaimed.

“shall we leave the house already?” nanami ignored the previous commentary, focusing his eyes on the child — that being gojo.

“what? we haven’t even finished yet!” satoru replied, a silence again.

“we should leave, this wasn’t even supposed to happen anyway, y/n must be t—

“kento-kun,” felt like before, you called the blond, staring at him with slightly closed eyes from tiredness and more desire, now, he could have sworn you had stars in your eyes. “p-please, stay. how, how many times should i ask?” he looked at you, reluctantly. in a few seconds of more quietness, gojo sighed loudly and annoyed.

“whatever, if you wanna stay or not, it’s my turn now.” he announced, you watched him come closer to you with your doe eyes, having him smile at you and push you to the other corner of the sofa, sitting down besides you, leaning his back on the cushion and manspreading. “sit on my lap, princess.” his attention was fully to you, toji walking in closer, bringing in hand some of your hair while you adjusted, but when you brought yourself to shyly and hesitantly sit on his lap… “no, turn around.” he demanded, you struggled a little but once you did, toji’s figure mounted over you, staring at him from a lower angle was somewhat demeaning — and that scar on his curved lips, it could kill you. gojo’s hand pressed against the middle of your lower back, slightly pushing you forward to bend over, facing now toji’s cock — which made you probably salivate. you were lifted by the hips again, like a light sack, but instead of seating back down on his crotch, you had immediately sank into gojo’s cock — that was the iceberg, you whined so loudly, the walls felt like they reverberated, all while staring at toji, that man could have sworn you had big hearts in your eyes. gojo gasped alongside your choir, throwing his head back, gripping more than tightly onto your sides. “fffuck, she’s tight.” he groaned, humming in approval for a long time before thrusting up, your tits jumping along.

“told ya.” the fushiguro replied, smirking and grabbing your hand to wrap around his cock. “ya likin’ being our lil’ slut for tonight?” he shamelessly questioned, wanting to degrade you more. your mind wasn’t working well, so toji leaned closer to your face, his hand grasping your hair by the side and intervening his fingers with it. “too good ya can’t speak?” you let out a whiny hum. “say it.” he demanded.

“i-i wuv being, being toji and, and gojo’s little slut f-for tonight!” you blurted out while completely cock-drunk, as gojo pounded inside you, in an interval, having to hold you on the air and bring you down whenever he moved his hip upwards. the overstimulation was too much, you were fragile and haven’t dealt with so much pleasure your whole life. those words of yours made their egos inflate even more, but then your mouth was stuffed with the fushiguro’s cock, this time, and you couldn’t tell who was bigger — both were incredibly big.

but after you humiliated yourself by spilling out that phrase, one of your hands had been grabbed and you felt it wrap around something else. as soon as your eyes opened and you looked to your side, you could see nanami standing there, with his cock out too. he was blushing and ignoring toji and gojo’s chuckles. maybe he got jealous of what you said, maybe he was way too horny to admit, who knows. their low groans could not follow your muffled whining nor the claps of your skin with gojo’s, not even your gags and humming — but they all made you crumble even more. nanami’s hand guided yours since you were weak and unable to do all things at once, plus another orgasm was about to take over you — gojo hit the very best spot repeatedly, the spongy spot, the one that was about to devastate you, shatter you into a million pieces.

“c-calm down, y/n, not letting me breath over here, squeezin’ me tight.” gojo moaned, thrusting and thrusting from below. toji was on his limit too but you went out first, closing your quivering legs together. unoccupied hand looking for support by holding onto gojo’s abs as you jolted even harshly and whined as loud as you could, jaw locking open and eyes watering non-stop, your core tightened and your walls did the same — impossibly more — letting your juices drip down gojo’s twitchy cock as his thrusts sloppied and a ring of cum began forming on the base of it — he whined louder too, desperately wanting to keep going, but his cum had already been shot inside of your destroyed cunt, filling it to the brim as soon as he pounded one last time, going in deeper and staying there, very still until your belly bloated with his seed. toji too had been gripping onto your hair a little too hard, grunting lowly as his hips slowed down and focused on going deeper inside your sore throat, releasing his own load now inside your mouth, pulling out when he saw your eyes closing from pain on your jaw, letting the rest spill onto your chin. nanami had been trying to keep quiet, his usual monotonous expression was replaced by a softer, needier expression since he joined this dirty play, but his grip onto your palm was gentle and he tried not to make your arm hurt too, sadly he didn’t want to admit that your pretty hand — that couldn’t completely wrap around his cock — way too stimulating, and he also followed all of you later on by cumming, but only a few seconds after toji finished, so instead of only having toji’s cum on your face, you got a beautiful mix of nanami’s milk onto your cheeks, lips and neck too — plus he groaned so seductively too, you swore you could have taken it inside of you, but gojo hadn’t pulled out yet. body so exhausted, it trembled, chest rising up and down, gasping for air, tears drying down your cheeks, hair and makeup messed up, eyes tired, lips wet and plushy, body sticky and cum dripping out of you, from your mouth and still stuffed pussy — with a cock and semen. nanami quickly wore back his pants and toji did so too, but unhurriedly and proudly. noticing you were no close to having gojo’s cock pulled out of you, you effortfully looked behind, seeing him leaning back, head also thrown back, chest also breathing heavily and hands over his face, in a way of expressing overwhelmingness, with his lips spread apart, like he was about to say something.

“shit, getou’s gonna kill us.”

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