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Boys of Summer - Part VIII

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days of enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime.

Word count: 8.7k

A/N: This is by far my favorite Josh chapter. I love him so much, you guys. You don’t even know. Thanks to all my lovely babies for sticking with me through this project! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this new update ❤️

Always a shoutout to Allie (@allieboop) for being a wonderful support through this project.

Feedback is always welcome. I love talking about this series!

Warnings: cursing, there is a moment of predatory behavior by an OC character - so definitely a warning about that, lots of Josh fluff, sexually explicit content/18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving)

Boys of Summer Playlist

The clacking of plastic handles hitting pucks on air-hockey tables, the whirring, and pinging, children cheering and booing at claw machines, and the sounds of explosions and shooting blaring from rows of arcade games filled your ears inside the Playland.

“I could have totally beaten you,” you scoffed over your shoulder, ripping the row of tickets the game had spit out and started walking into the sea of people with Josh in tow.

He caught up quickly, hooking your elbow to spin you into him, “That sounds exactly like something a sore loser would say.”

His loose, unkempt curls peeked out from the brim of his baseball cap, framing his face in fluffy tendrils. You felt the soft fabric of his t-shirt beneath your palm, one that he had laundered probably a million times. He had taken it upon himself to cut away the sleeves of it as well, exposing the entirety of his tanned, lean arms. You traced over the small white screen-printed marlin on the left breast with your fingertips. Leaning closer, just inches shy of a kiss, you muttered so faintly that he could feel your breath against his lips, “I still swear by the fact you cheated.”

He threw his head back and cackled, holding his hand over yours, right over his heart, “At Skee-ball? Oh, Greenie. You just haven’t gotten used to being in the presence of a high-score ranking Skee-ball champion.”

You belted out a laugh of your own, rolling your eyes. “A champion? Oh my! Should I get down on my knees and grovel at your feet?” you quipped back sarcastically, throwing a playful shove into his bare arm.

Teenagers, over-sugared children, and their exhausted parents bumped their way around you, but he kept you close in his hold.

A shit-eating grin spread across his mouth, beaming that perfect smile of his at you. The tip of his tongue slipped across his top row of teeth, and he giggled, “As a matter of fact, that might not be a bad idea. It could be a good look for you.”

The lewd image flashed in your mind, making a wave of heat roll from your chest to your cheeks.

You shoved his chest lightly and gasped, “Josh!” Which only made his giggles louder, and you pulled away from his hands. After a few steps, you half-turned, peering over your shoulder, “It’s our first date and you haven’t even bought me dinner yet.”

He walked up behind you, hands on your hips with a tone to his voice that pushed the limits of just being cheeky, “How am I supposed to be good if you keep teasing me like this?”

“Josh,” you whined, but admittedly leaning into the little love bites left on your cheek as his arms slipped around your waist. With a little more sternness when you became aware of your surroundings, you scolded, “There are kids here.”

He hummed, not giving too much of a concern, but obliging with a tender kiss to your temple, “Mmmm, I guess we will have to pick up on this later then.”

You dug around the plastic cup you were carrying, searching through the paper tickets that had been shoved inside for any remaining tokens. You huffed with faint disappointment, “I think those were the last tokens.”

“Do you want to see how many tickets we have? I think the counter is over there.”

Josh took the lead, pulling you by your hand towards the back section of the Playland Arcade. You helped Josh flatten out the crumpled tickets as he handed them to the teenage boy working the counter.

You looked around at the items on display, huffing a dry laugh, “I’m pretty sure we don’t have enough to get anything but stickers and expired gum.”

“Are you saying you don’t want some sweet crab stickers?” He giggled, pointing to the glass display case in front of both of you, gesturing at the selection of stickers. The one that caught his eye had a cartoon crab with “Don’t talk to Me I’m Crabby” in bold font above it.

“How could I resist?” You let the sarcasm dripping from each word, tossing a light jab of your elbow.

He looked through the glass, and you smiled seeing that little glint in his eye with almost child-like wonder as he scanned over all the prizes. You admired his ability to live in the moment, being so carefree.

“Maybe we should get one for Jake,” he mumbled under his breath, fighting the smile trying to show on his face.

“Josh!”

He straightened, responding defensively with his hands raised, “What?!”

You had considered yourself lucky to not have thought about Jake today. Josh had successfully pushed him away from your conscious mind with how easily he swept you off your feet. Everything was lighter, fun, and even adventurous when you were with him. But that feeling suddenly vanished with Josh mentioning him, sending a pang of guilt like an arrow shot right through your heart. For a second, you wondered what he was doing, even flipping through your mind trying to remember his schedule to know if he was at work. At one point tonight you almost asked if Josh had spoken to him since the argument you had.

It worried you that you might not ever be able to make amends with him, that things would be this fragmented for the foreseeable future. It was you that had taken the risk of getting involved with coworkers, and you were kicking yourself for the web that had gotten everyone stuck in.

Before the pimple-stricken teen could finish his count, you suggested with a slight annoyance to your tone, “Just give the tickets to a kid and let’s get out of here. I’m starving.”

He whipped his neck at your sudden departure, calling out to you, “Where are you going?”

You spun around on your heels, flashing him a teasing wink, “Waiting for you outside, Mr. Skee-Ball champion.”

You didn’t wait for him or even look back as you weaved through the groups of people. Almost near the exit, you found yourself distracted amongst the group hanging around a certain claw machine. You opted to stand farther back, silently cheering for the young boy trying to win himself a prize with the help of his father.

You had lost track of time watching the young boy play round after round. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you turned to see Josh behind you once again. He stood before you with his hand hidden behind his back while biting back a smile between his teeth.

“What is that?” You decided to play along, asking with a coy smile while you gestured with your index finger.

He wiggled his brow as he released the grin, and slowly pulled his hand around, offering an obnoxiously bright bubblegum-pink-colored shark plush to you. One that you immediately recognized from it being hung up high on the shelves of the ticket counter.

A smirk started to pull at your lips, and you took the stuffed animal in your open hands. “How did you get that?”

He shrugged, still donning a crooked half-smile. “That would ruin the fun.”

You rolled your eyes at him before examining it, turning over and feeling the soft, dense fibers brushing against your fingertips. He watched you, admiring the awe you felt at what would be an insignificant gift to most. It was small, but it would be something for you to remember this exact moment with him. This night was the first one with him designated for fun - to enjoy yourself without having to worry about any of the other things weighing heavily on your mind.

Jake.

As you felt the fuzzy neon shark in your hands, the memory of being on the front steps of his porch yesterday flashed again. His promise - something mumbled in a lustful breath. As trivial as it may have been at the time, he kept it. Just to see that beautiful smile of yours again.

You peered up at him, letting that bubbly, fluttery feeling take over, “I could so kiss you right now.”

He shrugged, beaming that smile of his at you, “No one is stopping you-“

Before he was able to get another word out, you pushed him into the side of the arcade game that you were wedged between. Grabbing his face between your hands, you pulled yourself up to him to litter his face with a barrage of kisses. He erupted into a fit of giggles as soon as you pressed your lips to his sunburnt cheeks and nose. You thought he should have winced in pain from the contact, but he welcomed you with open arms. In fact, he was holding onto your wrists as your hands held his face to keep you closer for even a second longer.

You didn’t care that others could see you giving this much affection to him publicly. Any embarrassment you might have felt was brushed off and ignored all for this. To feel his full lips catch yours in the quick, showering of gentle kisses. Some of them were placed to the corner of his mouth, some to his dimple, some back up to the apples of his cheeks.

The stuffed shark stayed nestled between you as he guided your mouth to his, locking you in for a deeper kiss, one that lingered for more than a split second. He tasted like that tart, syrupy-sweet pink lemonade he bought at one of the many drink stands lining the boardwalk when you first arrived.

The comforting hints of sunscreen he had remembered to apply on his face drifted into your nose as you breathed him in. The faint scent of sweat from the summer sun kissing his neck graced you, and you wished for nothing more than to be anywhere else with him but here.

He was the one to pull away, albeit reluctantly, to mumble, “Let’s get some food.”

𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍

He led you by the hand out of the arcade, and onto the busy boardwalk. His fingers locked between yours in a gentle grasp, rubbing over the skin with a caressing thumb as you strolled along.

Bright incandescent bulbs bordering massive signs and the striped awnings of storefronts flashed overhead. The flickering yellow-tinged lights illuminated the wooden board path along the beachfront. Kids of all ages ran in from the ocean, soaking wet with globs of sand plastered to their legs up to the shins as they skittered across the boardwalk. You passed along neverending rows of t-shirt and gift shop stores, many ice cream and popcorn stands, a group of men playing on homemade bongos, a sand sculptor elbow deep in his work, and at least a half a dozen caricature artists.

It was a place made for memories. The pure, undying sense of nostalgia whipping through the winds, carrying the delightful smells and sounds of this place into your soul. You cherished it, grateful that you were here experiencing it with Josh.

“You wanna see Labyrinth with me this weekend? I heard it was really good,” Josh asked after a few minutes of walking along the mile-long stretch in silence.

You chuckled at the offer, turning your head toward him, “You’re already locking me down for a second date?”

Josh pushed out a weak scoff through his lips, meeting your eyes, “Locking you down?” A breath of laughter escaped, but you could tell there was something deeper layered in the sound, “Nah, just hoping that I don’t bomb this one before the night is over.”

You squeezed your hand around his, giving him another signal of reassurance, but you kept the energy as light as it’s been all night, “I think if you buy me an ice cream cone, I might consider it.”

He pulled his brows together, but the serious look failed to meet his mouth, “That’s a pretty bold request of you, Greenie.”

“With sprinkles,” you demanded.

He threw the hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours over his heart, feigning shock with an exaggerated gasp, “I might dare to say you are quite the gold-digger, young lady.”

You tipped your chin in the air, painting a smug expression onto your features, “At least you’re aware of my intentions.”

“I thought the shark would have gotten me a second date, but I see how it is,” he mumbled before yanking at your arm with a bound in his step, pulling you along, “Come on, there’s a Dumser’s a block from here.”

He led the way just as before, almost dragging you along in your poor excuse at a protest. Standing in the long line, he draped his arm around your middle, holding you close to him as he rambled on about the movie he wanted to take you to.

Something about David Bowie was all you could make out amongst the chatter of the people around you. You leaned into him to nuzzle up against his shoulder, holding the stuffed shark under your arm and wrapping the other around his back to rest a hand on his hip. Things felt right, so natural and effortless with him.

Yet something was chewing away in the back of your head, like a field mouse gnawing its way through a pantry during the brutal winter months.

What would Jake’s arm feel like wrapped around you instead?

The internal question made your stomach turn and twist in anguish. That heavy feeling of guilt returned, and you backed away into the depths of your mind, drifting as the intrusive thoughts clouded your judgment.

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed as you staggered forward in the line.

“Hello? Anybody home? McFly?!” Josh’s raised voice catapulted you to the present, making you instantly refocus on his hand waving erratically in front of your face to grab your attention.

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a weak smile, but you couldn’t force your eyes to meet him.

“You alright?” He asked, dropping the jesting tone from your sudden shift in mood. His hand found your shoulder and squeezed you as his eyes were heavy with concern.

You cleared your throat to shake away whatever this was that you were feeling, and pushed out a more cheery response, “Yeah!”

His thumb rubbed across your shoulder for comfort, but ultimately he decided to not pry any farther. “What flavor would you like?”

He ordered for the both of you, a swirl soft serve with rainbow sprinkles for you, and a vanilla custard milkshake for himself. After he paid you both decided to cut across the boardwalk to sit at one of the benches to enjoy your ice cream together.

Despite the sun setting almost an hour ago, the heat was less than forgiving on the frozen treat as it started to drip down the side of the cone and onto the top of your thighs.

Josh noticed and stood up from his seat, quickly offering, “Shit! I forgot napkins, I’ll be right back!”

Before you could fight him on it, he disappeared into the crowd of people within seconds. You sat on the bench patiently, shaking your head and doing your best to lick around the cone to keep the ice cream from melting even more over your fingers and legs. Within a minute, someone sat beside you, draping a heavy arm across your shoulders as they pressed their weight into your side.

“Well, It’s nice to see one that sticks around this long,” A calculated, much-too-suave-for-your-liking voice hit your ears.

The reek of potent cologne assaulted your nostrils within a flash of a second.

An icy chill rattled down the length of your spine, freezing over the blood that ran through your veins.

Michael.

“Go away,” you snarled through gritted teeth, but didn’t dare to turn your head to look at him. You didn’t even know him, but you hated this man. It might have been your body reacting on instincts because you loathed every part of him.

The repulsive smacking of chewing gum rolling around his mouth made you queasy.

He hummed like he was just a cat toying with his prey. Reaching out, he grabbed onto the top of your thigh, “Hmm, I don’t think I will.”

“What do you want?” You spat in unfiltered disgust while shaking off his fingers from your leg. He only gripped on tighter, inching just that much closer to you.

He nearly cackled in disbelief, “Has he not told you?”

That’s when you finally whipped your head in his direction. His bleach blonde hair had been swept back, swooshed at the crown of his head with a slick of pomade. His starched, white blazer had been pushed up to the elbows, creating a stark contrast from his too-tanned skin. A baby blue shirt was worn beneath it, bringing out the similar hue of his cold, heartless eyes. A thin gold chain was draped around his neck, an item of jewelry that was worn to show off his wealth. He couldn’t seem more out of place here.

The muscles of his chiseled jaw flexed with each obnoxious snap of his mint gum. He smiled, a wolfish grin that made you feel as though you were merely a defenseless lamb for him to snatch. “Oh, this makes it so much more fun.”

“Why don’t you of fuck off on your boat somewhere and leave me alone.”

He dipped in closer, pinning you against the back of the bench. “My offer still stands by the way.”

You searched for Josh among the crowds. Desperate for him.

Where the hell is he?!

“You’re disgusting.”

He inspected the shark wedged by your side for a moment, and tossed it to the side onto the other side of the bench.“I love a little fight in a woman. Come on, baby. I can show you a real good time.”

You thought you might vomit right here. You might even aim for his shoes.

His vile breath hit the side of your neck, causing a violent shudder to rip through your body. You tried to swat him away, but he managed to catch your arm. “Why are you so tense? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you, babe.”

To your relief, he pulled away to scan over the droves of tourists. “If he’s bringing you here…” A wicked smirk tugged at his mouth as held your arm, “He must be in rougher shape than I thought.”

You ripped it from him, but couldn’t move another inch with his body against yours. “What are you talking about?”

Michael groaned from what sounded like boredom. He straightened, finally retracting his arm from his hold around your back to smooth out the front of his jacket. “I told that shifty bastard he had a week. That means his time is almost up, sweetie. Since he’s been dodging me so well…”

His menacing, heartless eyes locked with yours. “How about you go ahead and tell him he needs to pay his debt, or I won't be so gracious this time.”

You played his words over and over in your head, scrambling to figure out what they might mean.

What kind of trouble had Josh gotten himself into?

When he assumed you wouldn’t give a response, he continued, “Can I trust you to pass along this message to him? Maybe he’ll let you in on what he’s really been up to lately.”

All you could do was look at him, speechless and scared as he stood up from the bench to brush invisible dust from his tacky outfit.

“Best of luck to the both of you.” He winked and sauntered off, disappearing within a matter of seconds just as Josh had done minutes before.

You were left with more questions than answers.

You looked up to see Josh standing in the center of the boardwalk facing you, wearing the face of someone who had just seen a ghost, almost paralyzed with fear. All the color had seemingly drained, standing in a stiff posture while people pushed around him.

His thousand-yard stare finally met you, sending him forward towards the benches where you still sat. The steps he took lacked all of the cheerful energy that had minutes prior. The rigid, forced movement did nothing to douse the fire of your anxiety.

Once he was within a few feet, you called out to him, “Josh-“

He cut you off with your own name, making you swallow back whatever thought you might have thrown together. He snatched your wrist with a little more volition and intensity, like a parent reprimanding their disobedient child. You hated it, but you were more scared about what happened to him while he was gone than anything else.

“Let’s go.” His voice was clipped and harsh, but you could hear the cracking as it shot through the air.

You dug your heels into the smooth wood, pulling back your arm without much success. “What happened?! What does Michael want?!”

“Right now,” he demanded through clenched teeth, ignoring your questions.

“Josh!” You called out in a shriek, causing some heads to turn in your direction.

His eyes locked with yours, but there wasn’t anger. It was only pure desperation. For a second you thought you were seeing unbridled fear as he pleaded with everything he had, “Please, Greenie.”

You didn’t ask any more questions as he led the way back to the Jeep hidden upon rows and rows of cars in the packed parking lot. He didn’t say much during the drive back to your home either, and he stopped fumbling with the radio when it turned to static. His knee bounced wildly each time he was stopped at a red light, and you could have sworn you saw his hands trembling when they weren’t glued to the steering wheel.

Remembering how he lashed out the first time something like this happened, you kept quiet the ride back and picked at the hem of your shorts.

Once the breeze coming from the moving car stopped in your driveway, the night air felt thick as it coated the inside of your lungs. You weren’t exactly sure if it was due to the summer humidity or the unresolved tension that’s resurfaced - an issue you thought had been dealt with.

Josh seemed to relax a bit once he had parked, now tucked away in the trees that hid your modest home. He mumbled your name after a minute of sitting in silence, and he turned towards you with an outstretched hand.

Even through your frustration, your anger, and most of all - your confusion, you decide to take it, letting him hold your hand in the softness of his palm.

“I’m so sorry about Michael,” he choked out, forcing back whatever emotions that had been churning inside him. “Fuck! He shouldn’t have touched you like that, Greenie. I can’t believe I let this happen again.”

Your heart ached to see him like this - to see him in this much distress over you.

You dared to ask after a long pause, keeping your voice calm and collected, “Will you just tell me what’s going on?”

He nodded, “I will. Tomorrow. I promise.”

“Josh-“

“Please, let us get through tonight. I know I probably ruined tonight for you… I know that. I just can’t dump all this on you right now. But I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.” He needed your comfort, your reassurance. You didn’t know why, or what happened, but he seemed shaken up with whatever it was. Your ignorance was bliss, for the time being, so you welcomed him with open arms.

You held his hand for a while until you popped open the Jeep’s door in silence, hopping out of the cab and onto the gravel. Josh did the same, following you as you made your way to the front porch of your home. Your body was moving on auto-pilot, going through the motions without a second thought.

You didn’t even mutter a goodbye.

Your fingers barely brushed the handle of the screen door when Josh reached for your wrist. He kept his hold light. Hesitant. So careful with how his fingers clasped around your arm, that they almost slipped away from you entirely as if to apologize for the way they locked around it earlier. He called out your name, but only shy of a whisper.

“I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow,” he murmured, the sound weak and defeated as his eyes were coated in a layer of pain and guilt. Whatever he wanted to tell you was eating him up inside, dissolving away like poison.

The thrumming roar of cicadas could be heard within the trees in the distance. The soft lapping of waves from the incoming tide hitting the shoreline managed to calm you. White summer moths gathered around the porch light, and the flicking of their wings hitting the glass broke through the silence between you and Josh.

You stared at him, but couldn’t bear the sight for another second, because the thought of leaving the night off like this nearly shattered your heart into pieces.

Standing here with him, Michael, or the money that he wanted didn’t matter. You didn’t care what Josh was keeping from you. Right now, none of it mattered to you.

Tomorrow was a new day, and things would be set right -the way they were meant to be. You trusted him to fix this. You had to because you needed him and the comfort of his sweet embrace was what you craved the most.

Closing the distance, you cupped his face into yours, holding him there as you met his gaze.

He looked confused at first, pulling his brows together and flinching slightly at the contact. The reaction told you that he assumed you would be angry with him like the night he brought you home from the bonfire, accepting the possibility that you would shut the door in his face again. After a few seconds like this, his eyes dropped as he melted into your touch, leaning into your palm.

“Hey,” you whispered, bringing his focus back up. The caramel irises that sparkled in the yellow glow of the porch light danced between yours, searching for the secrets that might be hidden within them. Offering him a soft smile, you assured him, “Let’s worry about it tomorrow.”

Your words helped release the heavy breath that he had been holding in longer than he realized. He brought a hand to wrap around your wrist and turned his head to place a tender kiss on the pulse point before a shaky sigh rattled through his chest.

A smoldering fire within your core ignited the moment his lips brushed against the skin, and you clenched in need. Watching him, you breathed, “Kiss me, Josh.”

A smile that you hadn’t seen since the boardwalk broke free on his sullen, deflated face. His eyes drifted down to your mouth, and with a tip of his chin, he captured your waiting lips in his. You hummed at the warmth, the scent of him, even the fluffy ends of his curls tickling your face.

Fingertips brushed across your cheek before they dove into the tresses of your hair, tugging you closer by the nape of your neck with a gentle pull. At that moment, his tongue flicked across your bottom lip, daring to deepen the kiss.

You welcomed him eagerly with a parted mouth, allowing his tongue to enter and slip across your own. His little touches and teases of a delicate tongue were the give and take of learning each other, and you thought to yourself how you could stay trapped in it with time standing still. The way he tasted was addicting alone, and how his tongue led the dance with yours, somehow left you wanting more every time.

A low-grown rumbled freely into your mouth, making you both stagger back into the door. You were pinned against it and with a lick of his tongue across your teeth, you felt him harden with a few beats of his heart underneath the thin material of his shorts.

There was nothing left to the imagination when he rutted into you, pressing his length into your hip. Your leg hooked around his waist just as your fingers slipped into the locks of his hair. His hand which had been resting on your waist had left to travel up your side, exploring the curves of your body until he palmed over your covered breasts.

You abandoned every ounce of fear and hesitation of being with him that night on the beach.

“Come inside,” you mumbled into his mouth as you broke from the kiss, leaving you panting against each other to share those needy breaths.

“I think I’ve already done that,” he giggled against your lips with your favorite sound fluttering against you while he began nipping down to the soft flesh of your jaw.

You tugged him away by his hair to scold him, but what you weren’t expecting was the moan that followed. A switch had been flipped, and the grinding of his hips drove his erection into you that much harder. Your thoughts started to run wild and you would have felt it with your hand if he had given you any space between your bodies.

“I’m serious!” You gasped into the open air when his tongue ghosted across the shell of your ear. A low, sultry laugh fanned across your skin.

You’ve never wanted anything so bad in your life.

You felt the teeth of his smile press against the column of your neck, causing a chill to roll through your body, despite the dense humidity. His voice cracked just a touch, giving away his desire when he asked, “When will Cindy be home?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered through a ragged breath, allowing him to explore the details of your throat with his mouth as you clawed helplessly at his t-shirt. “But I don’t care.”

He hummed in agreement, releasing you long enough for you to turn around and unlock the door. Despite your best efforts, you kept fumbling with the house keys, partly due to the fact that his mouth never left your ear.

Taking him by the hand, you led - no, dragged him through the small home towards your bedroom. A formal tour around your place would just have to wait until morning.

As soon as he walked into your bedroom, you flipped on the light and pushed the door shut with a forceful shove, knocking him into the back of it.

“Damn. Someone’s feisty tonight,” he joked, but the laughter was cut short the second your mouth found his again. Fitting against him, you kissed the strong, defined edge of his jaw until your lips met his ear.

Nuzzling into his hair, you licked a teasing stripe along it, feeling the cool metal of his golden hoop against your tongue. He shivered from the sensation, bringing you in tighter with a firm hold on your waist and neck. Your warm breath hitting his ear drove a groan from deep in his throat, and he pushed off the door out of impatience.

The kiss wasn’t gentle and exploratory as you both stumbled towards the bed, but rather more of a frantic clash of teeth and tongues. Your shirt had been ripped off in the chaos, and your shoes were scattered somewhere on the floor. It started in a frenzy to have him as quickly as time would allow.

He struggled to maintain the kiss while attempting to untie his shoes, stalling and breaking away from your lips as he hopped around on his foot. Losing his balance and nearly fumbling over, he cursed at the worn Reeboks, “Fucking high tops.”

You placed a steadying hand on his shoulder to help him, but not without teasing him first, “Having trouble, Joshua?”

He huffed in frustration while shooing you away, “Keep laughing, Greenie. See how funny it is with my head between your legs.”

Another flash of heat hit your cheeks at the thought, but you quickly covered it with another taunt, “I’m sure it’s peak comedy, but I’ll try to contain myself.”

He finally unlaced the shoes, throwing them off his feet to have them land somewhere in the room, and he pounced forward to tackle you onto the bed behind you. A high-pitched squeal from you ripped through the air as you were thrown onto the twin mattress.

The sound evolved into giggles as he tickled you, making you squirm underneath him. The shower of kisses transformed into sensual, lengthy licks of a tongue that traced from the hollow point of your throat, up to your ear, and along your jaw before finally meeting your lips again.

The warm, wet caress of his tongue as he rolled his hips into you, catching the hard length of his cock between your legs each time, was enough to empty your head of anything coherent. Mostly void of any thought, the only things swirling in your brain were each one of your senses focusing solely on Josh.

His legs slotted seamlessly with yours as he continued to kiss you. Slipping your hand beneath his t-shirt, you trailed a finger down the center of his abdomen to feel the patch of hair above the waistband of his shorts, causing a shudder to roll through him.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, and he chuckled, “I didn’t know that you were such a tease.”

“You don’t seem to know me very well then,” you quipped back in a pitchy sigh.

You thought you could kiss him forever, wishing you could bottle up this feeling and revisit it whenever you wanted - from the gentle rake of his teeth over your lip, his expert tongue licking into your mouth, to his heavy pants bathing you.

Suddenly, he reached over you, adjusting something above your head before bringing his hand back to you. You crane your neck up to see, only to find that the teddy bear that was sitting on your bed was pushed into the corner, now facing the wall.

You shot him a questioning look with a raised brow.

Josh huffed a strained laugh, “What?! It was staring at me!” Before you could say anything, his head dipped down to your ear and he cooed softly, letting the deep silken voice slip into your mind, “How am I supposed to defile you if I have an audience, hmm?”

The hushed, gravely sound of it made you ache, and you lifted your hips in search of the friction of him pressed delightfully between your legs. Yet, here you were still wanting to play in this tug-of-war of dominance with him. “I don’t know, I thought you would be into that sort of thing.”

He stopped kissing your neck to hold himself above you on a propped elbow, sporting a devilish grin across his mouth, “Are you into that sort of thing?”

You bit back your smile. “You’ll just have to find that out.”

“Ooooh…kinky,” he whispered, nipping at the tip of your nose.

Without your shirt, the only thing left covering your chest was your bra. The hot, wet kisses left from swollen lips marked down from your throat to the valley between your breasts. He licked a broad, languid stripe over them, feeling each rise and fall of a shaky breath beneath him as he tasted you.

His hand slipped under your back in search of the clasps of your bra, and you lifted for him to release it with a swift snap of his nimble fingers. He guided it down your arms before chucking it somewhere across the room behind him. You heard the clanging of bottles being knocked over on your dresser, but couldn’t force yourself to care even if you tried.

He flicked his tongue across your nipple and blew a cool breath of air to see it harden within a matter of seconds. You might have complained to him if he hadn’t rolled it into the heat of his mouth.

He took his time worshiping you, to feel each wiggle and shift of your body beneath him in pleasure, even if it threatened to drive you borderline insane. Your fingers had woven themselves in the tangled mess of his curls, causing soft moans to vibrate into your breasts each time your nails dragged across his scalp.

You wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of him in your hand, but he was already drifting down your body until his knees were planted on the floor before you were able to. Those sloppy kisses had been drawn down to your navel, around the supple, softness of your belly, sweeping between the points of your hips.

Then you realized what he was about to do.

His fingers looped around the band of your shorts, and a jolt of nervousness shot through you. You went rigid and grabbed his hand in a panic, squeaking out his name loud enough for him to hear.

He looked up, stopping his movements in an instant, “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat, embarrassed about what you were about to admit. “I, uh…no one has ever done that to me before.”

Of course, you had thought about it. How could you not? Especially with Josh, and more times than you might be willing to admit. Sure, you might have even gotten close a time or two in the past with a partner, but the reality of it actually happening made your blood run cold.

“Eaten you out?” You cringed at the words which made him laugh before he cleared his throat, adopting a ridiculous accent. “I mean…performed cunnilingus?”

“Ew! Josh!” You jumped up far enough on the bed to plant your heel on his shoulder to shove him off you. “You’re gross!”

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He grabbed your ankle, and dropped the laughter, “Are you being serious though?”

“Yes! Is that bad?” You shot back defensively, burying your face in your hands as the shame of your inexperience weighed down on you.

“No! Not at all.” He reassured you in a comforting voice, rubbing a soothing hand down your thighs, letting his eyes follow the curvature of your hip to where you wanted him most. His eyes flicked up to you, blown wide open with lust as he asked, “Do you want me to?”

You thought you might explode right there on the spot with how fast your heart was beating in the walls of your chest. Somehow you managed to respond with a meager, “Yes.”

He straightened slightly, searching your body language for signs that said otherwise, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

You shook your head, stumbling over your words in fear that you ruined the moment, “No! I mean yes! I really want you to. Please.”

That damn crooked smile of his. It would be the end of you.

“Yeah?”

You nodded, chewing on your lip so hard that you might break through the skin.

His fingers dipped beneath the band of your shirts, his knuckles grazing across your belly from hip to hip as he spoke, “I’ll be gentle. Promise me you’ll tell me what feels good and when you want me to stop, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Good girl,” he purred into your inner thigh.

The sound of those two words made you clench around absolutely nothing.

Your shorts slipped effortlessly down your legs with a tug, but your underwear remained. You considered questioning it until he peppered a trail of kisses from the side of your knee, down your inner thigh to ghost a breath over your core before going down the side of your other leg. His hands guided them to rest on his shoulders as he took in the sight of you.

You were restless, and you couldn’t seem to find a place for your hands when you accepted that his face was mere inches away.

“You’re breathtaking,” He sighed the sweet praise, feeling over the thin cotton layer that still covered you with a brush of his thumb. The pressure of his fingertips rubbing over you yanked a moan right from your throat.

“Josh,” you whined in desperation, scooting down just a touch closer to him.

“Patience,” he hummed against you, following it with a gentle kiss, “We’re in no rush tonight.” Although, you swore you heard a poorly concealed groan. “You’re so fucking wet already.”

It wasn’t a surprise to you, knowing that you had soaked through the fabric already. He decided to add to it with a languid stroke of a flattened tongue from your entrance to your throbbing clit. You could sense with how his fingers pressed into your thigh that he was holding back the primal need to devour you as he felt your bundle of nerves harden against him.

He breathed you in, releasing the sticky breath that clung to you with each uneven exhale. He held out as long as he could until your underwear was pulled down, only for it to join the pile of clothing strewn across the room.

He paused for a second, admiring your bare form in front of him. He asked in a voice that dripped a certain cockiness you haven’t experienced yet, “You ready?”

You simply hummed in approval, keeping down the scream that was fighting to escape.

Nothing could have prepared you, as it was nearly indescribable how it felt the second his tongue dipped into you, like every single synapse in your brain fired at once. As if it was draping your body in a massive cloak made of the softest crushed velvet, wrapping you in a warmth you could never replicate.

The movements he made were gentle barely-there flicks, like the passing tickle of a feather across your naked skin. You knew he was watching your body, noting every catching breath and spasm of a muscle. You cursed yourself, wishing that you could look at him if it weren’t for the overwhelming pleasure dragging your lids closed.

All the teasing he had done made it seem like every inch of your body was buzzing with shocks of electricity. It wouldn’t be long until your first orgasm ravaged you as you felt the familiar heat build within your belly.

You almost cried out when he pulled away to ask, “Does it feel good?”

“More,” was all you were able to say in your current state. You heard the sweet song of his laughter before the pressure of his tongue increased, rolling your clit into the haven of his perfect mouth in an intricate pattern of circles.

Words became lost on your tongue as if they had floated away from your parted lips like those tiny white moths on a summer night, but the hold you had of his curls told him everything he needed to know - each tug guiding him where you wanted him most.

You could hear the lewd collection of moans, whimpers, and growls coming from him as he lapped an expert tongue across you. At one point you thought you felt him grind up against the mattress in search of relief as his mouth continued to work its magic on you.

Without you even realizing it, he edged you along the cliff of your release with every expert change of his tongue. Every deafening thump of your beating heart, every breath you failed to release from your air-deprived lungs gave away how close you were.

One last precise roll from his pointed tongue shoved you over the edge into your first release. You weren’t aware that you had locked his head between your thighs, and gripped his hair so tight it might have ripped from his scalp. You had even dug your nails into the flesh of his arm through it all, but you would never hear a single complaint.

In a vibrant display of your euphoria, sparks of color burst behind your closed lids like fireworks. He was coaxing you through each crashing wave of your climax until he slowly stopped the passes of his tongue to place kisses on your inner thigh.

He pulled away when your breathing calmed enough, and your vision returned. Through the fog, you looked down to see the high points of his cheeks glistening in a sheen of sweat, face flushed pink and coated in your arousal.

You might have been embarrassed by it if he hadn’t grinned in pride and licked across his swollen lip to taste you. “Not bad for the first time, huh?”

Throwing your head back into the mattress, you huffed without being able to hide your fucked-out smirk, “You’re an idiot.”

In a flash, he climbed onto the bed and was hovering over you once again. Those deep chocolate irises with pupils blown wider than ever were looking down at you. You reached for him, finding the dimple of his chin with your thumb to guide him back to your lips.

“But I’m your idiot,” he corrected through a kiss, letting you taste yourself off his tongue.

Realizing he was still clothed while you were naked, you roamed your fingers down his back to find the hem of his t-shirt, and you rid him of it with a fluid motion. He helped kick off his shorts, freeing himself from the restriction.

In the mess of tangled limbs, you hooked a leg around his waist just as before, this time without the burden of clothes. With his hand wrapped around the thick base of himself, his eyes lingered between your legs before slowly finding their way back up to your face.

The sight of him above you was enough to knock the breath from your lungs. He appeared ethereal with how the olive undertones of his skin glowed in the hazy light coming from your table side lamp, illuminating all the finer details of his body. You saw him shirtless before but weren’t able to take in the beautiful dips and curves of his muscles until now. His golden, fallen curls hung around his face in a halo as he basked in the light. You captured the mental image of this moment to tuck away in your mind forever.

Tiny puffs of air escaped his mouth as he dropped lower to close any remaining distance between you. Through your clouded vision, you were able to see his long lashes casting shadows onto his flushed cheeks.

You reached down, replacing his hand with yours to find that he was still just as hard as before when you grazed your fingertips along his impressive length.

Another shudder.

You glide him through you, coating him in your wetness with each pass sending the head of his cock over your swollen clit.

Josh’s mouth had fallen open slightly, just enough to see the edge of his bottom teeth peeking behind his full lip. He fought against the fluttering of his heavy lids trying to close while he watched you. He was happy to hand off full control, letting you guide him to your entrance, and offered a gentle push once you were ready.

He slipped in, stretching you slowly at first inch-by-inch, and the slight delightful sting melted into pleasure in mere seconds. You sucked in a sharp breath just as a whispered curse fanned across your ear.

He pushed himself to the hilt and paused to collect himself, feeling the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. You locked both legs around his waist now, keeping him nestled deep inside you for as long as he’d allow it.

A low groan rumbled in the depths of his throat as he began to roll his hips up, pushing against your sweetest spot with each deliberate thrust.

He felt more than incredible as if he was perfectly made just for you.

Your thoughts began to wander to the salt spray lingering in his hair, the warmth of his tan radiating off of his body and onto you, and the comforting smell of sun kissing his skin.

He was summer.

The sun and light that you’ve been yearning for all these years.

Josh slowed his steady pace to still inside you and opened his eyes to find yours. He said your name in a careful whisper as your fingers traced delicately along his high cheekbones.

“I’m falling for you,” he whispered it so faintly you worried that you imagined it. You stared at his lips hoping that he would repeat himself, and you watched as the corners of his mouth were drawn into a smile, “I’m in love with you.”

It wasn’t just young lust.

He loved you.

You loved him.

“…Josh.”

He hushed you with a kiss to your lips, “You don’t have to say it back, baby.”

You wanted to, but somehow the words got caught in your chest. Not being able to say it as freely as he did killed you most of all.

He continued as he traced the details of your lips with his middle finger, “I knew it from the day I sat in your beat-up Pinto after your first day of training. I knew at that moment that I was gonna fall for you. God, I fell fucking hard too.”

There was no doubt in your heart that you had fallen just as hard - perhaps in that exact moment, he described, but somehow managed to convince yourself that you hadn’t. Not yet. Not this soon, anyway.

You had never felt this way about someone before, and it scared you - absolutely terrifying you that you might lose it.

His smile of reminiscence dropped when he saw your pained expression, “Oh shit… did I freak you out? I’m so-“

“No-“ you croaked, shaking your head as a single tear ran down your cheek and dripped over the folds of your ear. He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it to give you time to process your thoughts.

You looked through your blurred vision, right into the soft, gentle eyes that you cherished. “I love you, too.”

The second the words left your mouth, a warm rush of relief washed over you, causing a smile to show on your face. The unbound happiness bubbled in your chest, leaving you breathless.

Your lips get caught in a kiss before you have a chance to overthink it - this one hungrier in desire than all the rest. You welcomed it, more eager than ever for more of him. Passion bloomed wildly and took over, forcing the power of his hips to strengthen.

You cried out in a ragged moan, mixing it in with his sounds that were being muffled against the tacky skin of your throat. Your second orgasm came quickly, and was a bit more forgiving, pulling you under like slow-building calming waves, drenching you in its ecstasy. You tightened around him, and it didn’t take long for his hips to begin faltering into broken, uneven thrusts. You felt across his face, brushing over his ear, combing through his sweat-dampened hair and down his neck as he succumbed to his own.

With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he spilled into you with a final stroke, filling you up with the warmth of his release. You laid there peacefully, holding each other as you came down from your high in unison. Affectionate kisses and touches were exchanged for what felt like hours until he eventually flipped you onto your side, mumbling sweet nothings while keeping you pressed against his chest.

In the early hours of the morning, he reached across you to flip the light off, and darkness fell upon you. It didn’t take long for sleep to take you with the man you loved holding you in his arms.

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jemmo · 10 months

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☕️ favourite to least favourite his man 2 members?

aghhhh this is harder than i expected bc i honestly have grown to like so many of them and the last 2 eps have sent my mind spinning, but as of rn, this is my list;

(edit; i just sat and ranted for the first 3 of these people and it took me 25 minutes and i realised this post would be way too long if i did that so here’s my attempt at being concise)

Junsung - everything about how he approached sungho, his sarcastic humour, his dumbass sincerity that’s so endearing, his confidence and faith in his own feelings and ability to express them, how unabashedly himself he is, him being the biggest sleepyhead in the morning

Sungho - his cuteness, his smile, him being happy is just so wonderful and contagious, his dry humour matching so well with junsung, the level of emotional maturity he has, how genuinely he cares for other people, the way he shows his affection in the smallest ways but also being so confident and sure and forward once he’d decided, and finally his lil handwarmer sweater paws.

Hyungjun - the way he loves to eat, like he is truly in another realm where everything is happy and good and he sees nothing else, his he is so surprisingly shy but tries so hard to show his feelings, and how purely and sincerely he approached minsung, his doofy smile and his backwards caps and how well he handled himself both with hyungjin and minsung, how he can both like minsung and call him out, how soft his heart is and how much he wants to guard it but also reveal it to the one he likes. he’s a teddy bear, i adore him.

Yonghee - oh this complicated young man. this is less of a list of things I love and more just the general feeling of god I want to protect this boy with everything I have, and want him to know how good he is just as he is, and that he doesn’t need to push himself or try harder, that he’s enough right now. he has this burning confidence and passion that is so at odds with all this insecurity in how good he is and how he needs to do more, he is so unafraid and will dive in at the deep end and yet i can see him kicking his feet trying to keep afloat and I just want him to breathe and live and laugh and be happy, and find that happiness that’s out there for him instead of feeling like he needs to do it all himself.

Minsung - another complicated man that I didn’t know would be so complicated until these last 2 eps, which has simultaneously made me more mad at him and like him more bc i feel so much for him. i love that he gives off this soft and gentle aura that hides this chaotic menace inside bc he is so good at teasing and bantering and pretending to be this bratty princess, bc he doesn’t just want to be doted on, me wants someone that can meet him at that level and bite back and have fun with him bc I can see this person on him that just wants to have fun. but I love that hyungjun made him look inside himself and he actually saw these ways in which he’s imperfect and made wrong steps and it made him so emotional bc behind this softness and this fun is a core of real feelings that I think takes a lot to get out of him, and much of his inability to do so is projected onto hyungjun, but I can see the happiness right there for when he’s brace enough to take it and I want it for him so bad.

Jungwook - best boy. which seems weird to say bc he is ranked lower, but only bc I have less of a personal attachment bc I do tend to lean towards these more complex or multifaceted people, not to say he isn’t, I just haven’t seen it. he has such a heart of gold and is such a good person and so cute and has the best smile, I can sense his warmth, and I have seen this journey he’s been on of healing from his past and kind of reclaiming who he is as a person and I want to see the person he’ll become when he becomes confident to show all the sides of himself. and I see more of them when I look at his feelings for yonghee bc he is just so charmed by this strong, passionate, confident person, and I love that he will hate seonwoo for making him feel hurt not just bc he likes yonghee, but irregardless of feelings, just caring for this kid so much that he knows he deserves better than to be treated like that, and I wanna see more of that man, and I wanna see him treat himself with that same care and kindness and tell himself that he deserves better too.

Seonwoo - I seem to be getting more ranty as I go and if anyone can make me rant, it’s this man. he is just… so much. at first, he would’ve been last, but after being out of this love triangle, I’ve seen so many sides to him that I like more, and yet I he can’t be fully redeemed in my eyes bc of the way he treats yonghee. he is great in all of his relationships that have no element of romance, but when they do he becomes so messy and frustrating and he has the clarity of hindsight to see where he went wrong with sungho, but he’s still in it with yonghee, and he needs to be able to look at the situation with that same clarify and give yonghee the clarity he needs before he can go further up in my good books.

Hyungjin - let me get this straight. I don’t dislike him. my feelings about him have nothing to do with me wanting hyungjun to be with minsung and not him. it’s that he has just never clicked with me as a person, I’ve never really seen a side of him that has charmed or endeared me to him, the only time I can think of is when he had that chat with seonwoo where he set him straight about not liking his personality of being nice to everyone. i just don’t particularly like how serious he is being with everyone, it’s like I can see him trying too hard and unlike when others put in effort and it’s endearing, here it feels like he’s pushing himself too much to do everything he can, but I wish he’d rather just relax and be more himself. he puts on the chivalrous gentleman act and that just in general is something I don’t like. and I feel like he struggles to gauge other people, idk if it’s that he just doesn’t think or finds it hard, but his behaviour is always what he wants to do without considering others and their feelings, and i hope it’s something he gets better at.

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

#his man 2 #it’s really is ridiculous how strongly i feel about nearly all these people #I don’t know what im gonna do when this show ends and I don’t get to see them every week

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sunasrintarhoe · 2 years

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Finding Reason

Pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: angst, swearing

a/n: i should be writing tatnilty part 5, but eddie munson. this is gonna be a series

word count: 2133 ::

Part 1 | Part 2

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Eddie Munson.

The freak of Hawkins High school.

They say the devil lives in him.

Well… It certainly seems that way with the amount of bad luck this guy has.

Eddie and you were in almost completely different friend groups. The only overlap was Henderson and Lucas, but Henderson was friends with just about everyone and Lucas was your little brother. You were adopted by the Sinclairs when you were a baby. That meant that you were constantly asked to take Lucas to just about every sleepover, hangout and ‘quest’ as he liked to call it.

You didn’t really get along with Mike and Will. Mike was snarky and Will was always too shy to talk to you. The only time you had really gotten along with Mike was when they needed someone to help Eleven learn how to speak. He had begged you for days when they had found her.

You were the only girl they knew would keep her mouth shut.

You and Lucas were close. He confided in you with just about everything. From the nightmares that he was plagued with about the upside down to his breakup with Max. You were his big sister and he loved you to pieces. That being said, he was protective.

You weren’t allowed to talk to any of the guys on the basketball team or any of the guys in Hellfire, which you didn’t want to talk to anyways. You were a band nerd, the only girl on drumline. The only section in band that didn’t get picked on, but since you were the only girl in that section, you got bullied.

“Y/N, you know there are at least five other sections that would take you right now and yet you still choose to be on drumline.” Robin had been listening to you ramble about how the girls on the cheer squad had yet again stolen your sticks. The cheerleaders didn’t like you, you thought maybe it was because of the way that you were unapologetically yourself. In reality, it was because you had been really close to Billy before he died.

You and Billy were almost dating at one point. He had asked you out a couple of times and that’s how you met Max. He was sweet and charming behind his haughty facade, but all of a sudden he became distant and it really worried you. Determined to find an answer you went to Max, but somehow got dragged into the mess… again.

When the mind flayer tried to attack El, you jumped in to save her and when Billy saw this, he jumped in to save the both of you. You watched as he tried to fight off the monster, but ultimately lost. You saw the light drain from his eyes, the sound of your sobs only matching those of Max as you held the body of the boy you were growing to love.

The memory haunted you almost every night and kept you up most times. The lack of sleep was causing you to get frequent headaches and nosebleeds.

Robin waved in front of your face. “Hello! Is anyone there?” You blinked and she sighed.

“Look, if you want to join the trumpets, I’d be happy to put in a good word.” She offered this regularly, you were her best friend, besides Steve, who was currently pulling up in front of you and Robin.

“Do you lovely ladies need a ride?” He sounded like a douche bag, but you couldn’t complain. He was saving you from having to walk another 30 minutes home.

“Sure.”

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. Mike and Dustin were trying to convince you to skip the basketball game to be a stand in their D&D quest.

“Please! We’ve never asked you for anything!” Henderson begged and Mike was standing off to the side.

“That’s a lie, you made me teach El how to speak and you drug me to the upside down and-“ “Okay, we get it, we’ve asked you for a lot.” Mike snapped.

He didn’t like talking to you. You were cocky and sarcastic and if you had been faster to get El out of the way Billie wouldn’t have died. He blamed you for everything.

You raised a brow. “Besides, I can’t. I have to go to the basketball game.” Dustin groaned. “They’re not gonna care if you miss one game.”

“Yeah, well one of the benchwarmers is my brother so I kind of have to be there.”

Mike rolled his eyes and started walking away. “There’s her answer, let’s go already.”

“Why are you acting like that?” You were getting sick of his attitude.

“I’m not acting in any way. What are you talking about?” Mike turned around. He was getting defensive. Dustin was looking back and forth between you two, ready to step in if necessary.

“Yes, you are! You’re acting like you hate me or something!” You raised your voice a little. “If you have something to say, say it!”

“It should’ve been you!”

It felt like the world stopped.

You held your breath. He didn’t need to be specific for you to know what he was talking about. He wished it was you instead of Billy. You were speechless, tears began to well up in your eyes.

“If it had been you, El would still have her powers, Lucas and Max would still be together, Hopper would still be here and El wouldn’t have to move to move away!”

“Mike! What the fuck, asshole! Lucas is her brother, he would’ve been just as bad as Max.” “She’s adopted, they’re not really related, he would’ve gotten over it.”

In that moment you ran out of the room. It was too much. Billy died protecting you.

It should’ve been you.

You were the one that should‘ve di-

Your thoughts trailed off when you exited the room.

All of a sudden, you were back in the mall.

“No… No no no no!” Tears were streaming down your face. “Billy!” You screamed. You knew what was going to happen and you could hear the roar of the monster as it was gearing up to attack El.

You watched as Billy jumped in front of the attack and the scene exploded into particles. You could hear the ominous ticking of a grandfather clock and you frantically looked around.

Right behind you was the clock embedded in the walls.

“Y/N…” You heard Billy’s voice softly call out and you froze. “No. You’re not real, you’re not here, Billy.” Your voice came out in sobs. You put your hands on your head and closed your eyes

“You’re right, I’m not here. I’m six feet under ground all because of you. Because you were too weak to fight.” He was yelling in your face at this point.

When did he get so close?

You hesitantly opened your eyes only to find the rotting face of Billy staring back at you. You screamed and ran. You had to get away. “Your time is coming to an end, Y/N.” Billy said, except it wasn’t Billy’s voice. This made you run even faster.

The clock ticked louder as you ran through the exit of the mall.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. There were hands touching your shoulders and the concerned face of Eddie Munson came into view. “Are you okay?” He seemed really worried and you were confused. Where were you?

“I don’t… I don’t know…” Your voice was weak and Eddie guided you to sit down on an old picnic table bench. You were shaky and unsteady.

“One moment I was running from my little brother's friends and now I’m here.” You decided not to tell him about the mall. It was a hallucination, that’s the only logical explanation for it.

“You sound like you were crying, so I’m guessing that’s why you blacked out.”

He patted your shoulder. “Well, I’m sorry that you’re so distressed, ma’lady, but I’m gonna need you to leave. I got some important people coming and I don’t need you fucking things up for me, okay?” He sneered.

Just because you and Eddie were in different friend groups didn’t mean you didn’t have a history. In fact, the two of you had basically grown up together when he still lived with his parents as your neighbor.

You and Eddie were childhood best friends. He was the first person you talked to in the morning and the last person you thought of at night. He was there at every birthday party, family vacation and holiday, right next to you.

You had gotten your first boyfriend at age 11 and Eddie was the first person to know. He hated him. What you didn’t know was the same day that you had told him about your new little boyfriend. He was figuring out how to ask you out.

When you told him, Eddie felt like crying, but he acted like he was in disbelief and teased you about it.

After that, he started distancing himself from you and eventually, you grew apart.

Right now though, he looked like he hated you. The snooty look on his face made you angry. You abruptly stood up and shoved him away from you.

“Whatever, asshole.” You walked away, this entire day had been terrible.

The game was tense. The Hawkins’ boys basketball team only down by two points with a few seconds on the clock. Neither team was backing down and the crowd was cheering them on.

You couldn’t pay attention.

All you could think about was what Mike had said. Would things really be better if you had been the one to die? At least Billy would still be here. You missed him so much.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the buzzer ringing and the crowd screaming. You began to focus on the scene in front of you. The basketball team was jumping on your little brother. He made the winning shot. Your benchwarmer brother had made the winning shot.

You started screaming as the band started playing. Lucas looked so happy.

After the game, everyone was rushing out. The energy was intoxicating, everyone seemed so excited. You rushed out to find Robin, you were her ride home. You turned to the sound of the double doors of the school opening and excited footsteps exiting.

The Hellfire club was whooping and hollering and you rolled your eyes. Of course.

Eddie made eye contact with you. “Well hello there, little miss perfect.” You ignored him and started walking to your car. Robin knew where you were parked.

“Oh, you’re ignoring me now?” “Don’t talk to me, Freak.”

Eddie froze at this. You had never called him a freak before. He was fine with everyone else calling him a freak, but you… You were different, you were special.

Mike saw this and started yelling at you. “Don’t talk to him like that!”

“Oh shut it, Wheeler.”

Lucas was running up to you to receive praise and heard Mike yelling at you. He was confused, why were you acting like this to each other.

“What’s going on? Why are you yelling at each other?” Henderson jumped in. “Mike’s being a total douche, like always.” You were done with this conversation and started walking towards your car.

“Are you coming home with me?” You turned to look at Lucas. He shook his head. “The basketball guys are celebrating tonight…” You nodded and began walking again.

Today couldn’t get worse.

A killer was on the loose.

What the fuck?

Someone was going around brutally murdering teenagers and your brother was still out with the team.

“Mom!” You yelled running out of your room.

She looked startled and turned just in time to catch you by the shoulders.

“What? What’s wrong?” “I was listening to the news and there’s a killer on the loose and Lucas is still out. I don’t know where he is!” You were panicking.

“I thought he came home with you last night!”

She was panicking too now.

“No! He said that the team was going out to celebrate and didn’t tell me what time he’d be home!” You were crying at this point.

“Charles!” Your mother yelled and pulled you into a hug. Your dad came running into the room. “What’s wrong?” He looked panicked at the sight of you crying. “Lucas didn’t come home last night and there’s a killer in town.” Your dad sighed in relief and you gawked.

“Lucas called me last night and this morning. He’s safe with his friends.” Your dad rubbed your shoulder.

He knew how much you cared about Lucas.

You felt your shoulders sag with relief and you wiped your eyes. “Thank god!” You hiccuped.

He was safe.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson x reader #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #angst with a happy ending

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hey cutie i was wondering if u could do hcs or a one shot of edward cullen falling in love with human reader but the reader doesn’t fall in love with him immediately like bella so he has to try and bond with her ( would u mind making the reader blunt and not shy?) thank uu

Hello dear 💖 I thank for the request I hope you like it.

Edward Cullen X human reader💋🦇

Dukes and dorks 🤓

"Life wasn’t always kind to me even if Carlisle turned me, I still feel hallow, all I am is a mere monster hidden inside a shell”.

Deep down he knew no one mattered to him, all he saw was a food source’s for his appetite. No one in Forks high could even sustain him, if they all witnessed to what he truly was they would all scream in terror. Voices that would pass by every time he walks in the halls of the school are the same.

“I wonder if he will go out with me”

“Oh man she’s so hot”

“Bro I will so beat his high score”

“This school is lame”

“Ugh I really don’t want to class”

You get the point, everyone in this school was the same even if Carlisle tried to sprinkle it with optimism. “I really don’t want to be here; I would rather stay at home” Edward thought to himself when suddenly Alice jumped in front of him. “Edward come on were going to be late and you know how Esme is with our timing” Alice grabbed Edwards hand. “Ok I’ll be there in a minuet; you go on ahead” he stuck his head inside his locker. Alice and Jasper happily wandered off into their class while Edward hung back.

He didn’t want to speak to anyone even if it’s for some directions, the more people he avoids the better. “Excuse me you’re in front of my locker” someone spoke from behind Edward. “Look I’m sorry but- “That’s when he saw her.

“It was like I was staring at paradise, a reason to live again this person in front of me was my key to the heaven I truly yearned for” Edward caught himself staring at the small person before him. “If there is a reason for me to live again it would be for you”.

“Um are you going to move or are we going to be having a staring contest” Y/n looked at Edward confused. Suddenly Edward snapped out of it “oh um sure”. Stepping aside he took a glimpse of y/n’s scent, she was everything he yearned for. Edward tried to listen to y/n’s thoughts “What a weirdo”. Edward was stunned didn’t she feel the same bond he did, must be because she only met him. To be honest if he were human this would be quite odd to witness but now, he understands the reason for waiting.

He couldn’t let her go just yet he needed to witness her more “hey um w-what class are you in”. Y/n looks at him with confusion “aren’t we in the same class, I’ve seen you a few times actually”. Suddenly the bell rang to indicate break was over “see ya weirdo” y/n walks off with her books. Edward was walking on egg shells this girl was the reason he felt, something for the first time in ages more so in 100 years. Edward followed y/n to the same class they had even if she didn’t notice “Please don’t let that dork be near me”. Edward could hear y/n’s thoughts it was obvious he made a bad impression of himself. Soon they ended up in the classroom, suddenly he found himself staring at y/n as she was unpacking.

“Beautiful, wonderment, Devine, Sensational, Elegant, lovely, Gorgeous-,” Suddenly Edward was interrupted. “Mr Cullen, I suggest you take a seat before I pick one for you and believe me the desk next to me seems empty” The teacher points to the chair next to his desk. Y/n ignored the Boy’s scolding and continued to her own world, although that was until Edward quickly sat next to her. “Oh, you’re here great, are you going to stare at me again” y/n smiled sarcastically. “O-oh that sorry I just thought-“ Edward was caught in her gaze “Her eyes, they are captivating”.

“Hey, you’re zoning out again” y/n waves her hands in front of his face before Edward snapped out of it. “Sorry again I was wondering if after class you were to walk with me per say like in the forest” Edward smiled politely. “Oh yeah sure and you’ll leave my body in a ditch” Y/n sarcastically rolled her eyes. “No I mean I want to show you something beautiful, I mean-“ before the teacher interrupted the two “Mr Cullen seems like detention would be the best way to go”. Edward wanted to threaten the old fool but knowing it would break the rules he had to lay low.

“Yeah Edwardo” Y/n mocked his name, “wait you know my name” Edward questioned. “Yeah, the guy said your name during rollcall, but you were staring into space” y/n laughs. “Tell you what if you can show me this forest then I might take interest in you” Y/n smiles as she got up it seems class was over. Edward stares at the girl walking off, he was about to do the same as Alice popped round the corner again. “Edward, are you ok? I saw what the teacher said to you, you were staring into space what’s going on” Alice asked Edward confused. “Why don’t you use your vision to see the problem” Edward wasn’t in the mood when Jasper grabs his arm. “Apologize” Jasper muttered even if Edward could read thoughts, he didn’t feel like fighting him. “I’m sorry Alice” Edward muttered softly “Um it’s alright I’m going to catch up with Emmett and Rosalie”. Alice skips off with Jasper glaring at Edward, “Peek a boo” someone appeared behind him.

“Gah!” Edward gasps to see Y/n behind him, “So where’s this forest Edwardo” y/n mocked him once more. “Oh right, you may be late for class though” but y/n didn’t seem to be phased at all. “I don’t care you amused me in class, you’re the first dork that made me laugh” y/n smiled. Edward smiled at y/n he felt happy for the first time in 100 years, they both walked out of school into the forest.

“Ok Edwardo what is it you wanted to show me” Y/n looked back but Edward was no where in sight. Edward suddenly sprinted to the top of the pine tree to look down on the girl “I’m not normal y/n and for the first time I felt something for you”. Edward needed to tell y/n he didn’t care about the consequences, he wanted to protect himself from y/n “I think y/n I’m developing something for you”.

Without any warning Edward could hear y/n laughing “w-wait you asked me to come out to the forest to pull out some stunt to confess you have a crush on me on top of a tree”. Edward was confused shouldn’t she be afraid “seriously are you from the drama club because my god your good Edwardo”. Edward jumped down from the tree to come close to y/n “what’s so funny” before he caught himself going red.

Y/n looked up her eyes shining into his “You really are a dork”. Edward in that moment took her hand “what Edward!?” y/n shrieked. Without any thought Edward ran through the forest with inhuman speed. “Edward Cullen slow down woah!” y/n was stunned, was he some sort of secret alien or perhaps superman in disguise. Edward stopped on top of the biggest pine tree in the forest, and he stared into her eyes “look”.

Y/n opened her eyes to see a beautiful sight before her, the view was stunning as the sun stood high above forks. “Edward this is beautiful” Y/n got out of his grasp, she walked to the edge of the tree as she gripped the branches. “I wanted to bring you here from the moment I first saw you” y/n smiled.

“y/n the first moment I saw you my heart stopped beating and suddenly you’re all that mattered to me, I want to love you for all eternity if you agree to be mine” Edward watched the girl smile at the sun.

Edward held out his hand in an awkward stance “y/n did you want to head back”. Y/n shook her head “Nah I’m good I can explain to my parents later”. Edward came up close to y/n and held her hand “my god were you in Antarctica, you’re as cold as a snowman Edwardo”. Edward felt human with her, he had forgotten that he was no longer alive.

Y/n and Edward were mates to be even if it’ll take an eternity, Edward will wait until the day he shall claim her as his own and once that happens, he can truly smile without feeling empty.

A monster made into a man.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#Edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader #twilight saga #twilight oneshot #twilight headcanon #edward cullen x y/n #the cullens #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagine #twilight #twilight saga oneshot

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blueberry-sunshines · 3 years

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Late Night Rendezvous - Keith x Reader One Shot

Summary:

You are a fellow pilot at the Garrison and Keith's only friend, he sneaks you out to show you something during the night...

Word Count: 3.2K

Slight Angst | Sweet, Vulnerable Keith

{This can also be found on my wattpad: @/blueberry_sunshines}

{POV: Yours}

You were sitting criss-cross on top of your small bed in your dorm at the Garrison. The dim yellow glow of the school commissioned lamp lightly lit up the pages of your biology textbook. You were staying up late trying to study. Your roommate offered to stay up with you to help but you told her just to go to sleep. You didn't want her to be all sleep deprived.

Keith Kogane wasn't in all of your classes, but he was in a few. You were both fighter class pilots so your curriculum was quite similar. Everyone always says they're so surprised he's nice to you, and your roommate loves to tease you about it. She says that Keith has a 'soft spot' for you, but Keith just says that you're the only person he can stand.

Besides, you've known each other since you were kids. You both transferred to the Garrison at the same time and were partnered together. At first Keith was really cold towards you, but you always just thought he was shy and it didn't bother you that much. He seemed bored with the simulator and you always found his showing off to be rather funny. After what happened with James, Keith finally opened up to you and after that, you two were rather close. By the end of the year you two definitely started to become real friends...

You guys are 16 years old now and Keith is probably your best friend. There's always been a thin barrier between you two, but you've been ignoring it because you don't want him to push himself further away. You kind of always wished he would open up more. You thought about asking him to help you study tonight, but boys and girls aren't allowed in each other's dorms and you've been trying to make sure he stays out of trouble because you've been worried about him recently. He's been kind of distant lately and much more aggravated. A lot of people had been antsy lately because the Kerberos mission was a few months away. You knew that Keith sees the pilot, Shiro, as an older brother figure. He took Keith under his wing, so maybe that's what he was thinking about all the time when he was out of it. You had talked Shiro many times about Kerberos and he seemed very confident about it, so you never thought to worry about it. You shook your head, trying to refocus on your biology book. You turned around to look at your alarm clock and saw it flash "1:13 AM" in its big, red numbers. Damn, you really needed to wrap this up and get to bed soon...

-Knock Knock-

You had just about jumped from the surprise of someone knocking on your door. You looked over to your roommate's bed to see her definitely asleep. You sprung off your bed knowing exactly who it would be. Shaking your head in half disappointment, you put your hand on the button on the wall and let your door slide open to see none other than Keith Kogane. You felt the accidental smile form on your face the moment your eyes met his. He looked uncharacteristically nervous as he stood there in the hallway all dressed up in his red jacket and boots. You loved seeing him in his outfit because the Garrison uniforms were rather bland. Although, you thought, Keith could probably pull of anything.

"Are you gonna let me in?" Keith whispered to you with a furrow on his face. Your face began to heat up in embarrassment from spacing out.

"Sorry, just tired..." you whispered back, peeking outside the door to see if there was anyone there before grabbing Keith's sleeve and pulling him into your dorm room.

"I didn't think you'd be awake..." he admitted quietly as he walked towards your bed.

"What's up?" You asked curiously. Normally he tells you he's coming before he does, so you weren't sure what he was doing here.

"Get changed, we're going out." He was sitting on your bed now and had his arm crossed. You looked down at yourself and realized you were still in your old T-shirt, sleep shorts combo. Eh, well this isn't the first time Keith's seen me in my pajamas.

"Keith," you sat back down on your bed, pulling him down with you. "I don't know if we should." You cautioned, "You're always getting in trouble and you can't afford losing your scholarship. You are the best pilot here, you were born for this."

He frowned at you before speaking, "(Y/N), we're not gonna get caught. Besides, if I get kicked out, they have you left." He bumped into you jokingly. "Where are we going?" You asked quietly to make sure your roommate doesn't wake up. Keith started standing up then and shook his head, "You'll find out soon." He said shortly, not leaving any room for you to guess what he's planning.

"Come on," he stood up quickly and held his gloved hands out to you. You placed your hands into his and felt the warmth of his palms. It made your heart jump for a second. He pulled you up off your bed and slightly spun you over towards your big, gray wardrobe.

"Now get dressed and come with me~" he whispered into your ear and pulled back with a smirk. He let go of your hands then and slipped out towards the door, "And hurry before we get caught!" He whisper-yelled to you as the door slid shut.

Your heart was beating so fast. Something about Keith always made your adrenaline start pumping. Maybe it's because we're always doing things that could get us in trouble. You thought to yourself.

Okay maybe more like convinced yourself. You then started changing out of your pajamas and into your regular outside of school outfit to distract yourself from your thoughts. You didn't want to like Keith. You guys are best friends and there's no reason to ruin that just for a silly crush. Once you were changed you made a dash to the door and snuck out next to Keith as quietly as you could. You smiled up at him and he looked down at you kindly before heading down the corridor with you stealthy following after him. You were glad to see him like this, this is the first time he's really seemed happy in the past couple weeks.

You slipped around past some adults and teachers before making it out of one of the dock's open doors. You and Keith had snuck out of the Garrison many times before but you normally don't go with him every time he goes out. He likes being alone and so do you, so you understand.

Keith was leading you around the side of the building to stay out of cameras' and lookouts' lines of vision you eventually managed to creep around to a corner and ran until you were in the spot where you are completely hidden, there you two found Keith's land speeder. Keith plunked a helmet onto your head and started to get on before you protested.

"Hey I wanna drive!" You whisper shouted to him hoping he'd let you be in charge of the speeder. Shiro had taught Keith to ride them ever since you've known Keith, you tried to convince him to let you join them when you were younger but he always refused. It wasn't until you were older you realized your boundaries much better. Over the past year, though, you had asked Keith to teach you and he's been trying. You weren't the greatest yet but you were definitely learning.

Keith let out a soft chuckle, "No way, sweetheart." He snipped at you in a playful tone while using a sarcastic nickname that always caused your chest to ache. "Besides, you don't even know where we're going." He fully sat down on the seat now and patted the seat behind him, other hand on the handlebar. You reluctantly obliged and slid on behind him. He turned his head around to look at you and gave you a smirk, "Hold on tight, we're going fast."

You grinned and nodded then wrapped your arms around his torso and hung on as he revved the speeder and you two went rushing across the desert. Your heart began to race as you pulled yourself closer to Keith, feeling the wind on you as you flew through the air. You began thinking to yourself where Keith may be taking you as you looked around at your surroundings blurring past you. You eventually leaned your cheek against his back as the ride wasn't super short.

"We're almost there!" He yelled back to you, not turning his head back this time. You could hear the smile on his face and it made you smile too. You picked your head back up to start looking around again to see if you knew where you were. As you slowed to a stop, you peeked your head around his shoulder to look in front of you.

"Hey!" You began laughing, "You liar! I so know my way here!" Keith had driven you guys to his old house he used to live in with his dad. You guys have come here many times in the past. Keith comes here all the time and even skips classes to be here. It's a cute little home but it's not very cleaned up inside. Perhaps Keith likes it the way it was left and you can see why. Keith joined in on your laughter.

"This isn't the place, we're just stopping to pick something up." Your laughter subsided as Keith got off the speeder. "Stay here," he smiled down at you, "I'll be right back." He then pushed down the visor on your helmet just to tease you before he walked off towards the house. You flicked back up the visor and rested your hand on your palm tiredly. You were starting to feel tired again after that adrenaline rush. You yawned as you thought about what on earth Keith could be grabbing. By the time he came back you started to feel more awake when you began having conversation again. Keith had a long case in his arms and he strapped it safely to the back of the speeder. Keith got back on and began driving you two up a long hill a small while away from the old Kogane house.

Once you made it to the peak, you two both got off the speeder and you got to see the beautiful sky line over the dessert mountains. You let out an amazed sigh at the sight. You were pulled out of your awed state when you heard the sounds of Keith doing something behind you. Turning around, you saw Keith setting up a telescope. You looked at him in confusion because you didn't think Keith liked telescopes, especially not after that full semester on telescopes and astral charts two years ago. He looked up at you through his long hair that was sagging in this face from his bent over stance. He didn't really look so amused either which just pushed your confusion even further.

"Come here." He beckoned after he was done setting it up. "Come here and see what you can see, right in the middle of the scope."

You looked at him skeptically before getting down to look into it. In the middle of your view was a small faint blip in the sky. "Dude," you snorted, "what star is this?" You still had no idea what he was having you look at.

"It's a moon. Jupiter's Europa." He said shortly. You stood up from the telescope and saw Keith sitting nonchalantly on the ground now. You walked back and sat down next to him, letting your hands fall behind you to hold yourself up.

"Europa is about 365 million miles away. That's nothing compared to Kerberos." He said, his voice starting to sound a lot more unhappy. "It's over 3.2 billion miles from here. And Shiros actually going!" He shouted with a growl in his voice. There it is, you thought, this is about Kerberos.

You kept quiet. You knew during times like this, it was better to just let Keith talk and you were perfectly fine with that. Looking over at him, you could see him still looking up at the night sky. His eyes were sad, his gaze was lost, yet angry. "I heard him fighting with Adam when I was outside his door a couple hours ago. Adam told Shiro that if he goes to Kerberos, that he won't be here for him when he gets back." His eyes wavered down at the ground between you two now. "And it got me thinking, everyone's been saying this is just a routine mission but, why would Adam be so worried about it?" He looked over to you now, helplessly, you didn't have an answer, and he didn't expect you to have one.

"I think you should confront Shiro tomorrow and ask him to tell you the truth about it." You offered finally after a small moment of silence. Keith nodded slowly, thinking about your response.

"Thanks, Y/N." He gave you a small grateful smile before laying down on the ground now, face up to the sky. You followed suit and laid down, suddenly even closer to him than you were before.

"Anytime, Mullet." You grinned turning your head to face him. You saw him looking at you with a disappointed scowl on his face, causing you to let out a small laugh. Keith let out a sigh as you stopped giggling. You never knew what he was thinking, and the look on his face, you could tell he was thinking deeply about something. "What are you thinking about?" You decided to ask him, thinking there'd be no better time to have real conversations with him than tonight.

Keith looked back at the sky now opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again. Most likely thinking over his words.

"I've been thinking about something else too. I don't know what I would do in Shiro's shoes. I'm impulsive and stupid as hell, and when I want to do something I don't let anything stand in my way, but if someone I really loved tried to stop me from doing it, I don't know if I could, even with the thought of them leaving me for me. And it scares me, Y/N, so many people have left me and I don't know what I'd do if it were my fault you left."

You felt a lump form in your throat from hearing Keith talk about this. This is one of the times in a very long time he has let you in on how he feels about anything. Hearing him openly express your emotions was touching and you felt so honored to be the one he tells them to.

"Y/N?" Your name escaped his lips again, this time asking as if he was longing for you. You turned your head again to look at him. You held your breath when you noticed that your faces were close enough that your noses could be touching if either of you moved any further.

"Yeah?" You asked him suddenly much more quiet now, you cursed yourself for sounding so nervous but you couldn't control your pounding heart at the proximity. You were searching his eyes to see if you could guess what he was thinking, he's never been very touchy and you were oh so close to touching, you started to sit up a bit to give him space, but you were stopped in your tracks when you felt Keith's hand grip onto yours as he sat up too, pulling your hand towards him.

The warm touch so foreign and yet so familiar. An hour ago in your dorm, a month ago while guiding you in the simulator, a year ago when he tried to help you fix your bad hair day, all the way back to age 13 when he handed you back your glitter gel pen in class and you felt the flaming rush in your chest.

"I want you to know," he whispered, holding onto your hand a little tighter now, "no matter what happens, I will never do anything on purpose to make you leave me."

You didn't know what to say, so instead you flung your arms around him and pulled him into a loving hug. You let out a shaky sigh as you felt Keith's body relax into yours. "I know you wouldn't." You were in this weird state of shock having never seen Keith this vulnerable before.

"God I'm so fucking stupid..." you hear his muffled voice growl from your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug then, angry at himself for just simply showing you his emotions. You shook your head quickly and put his hand back into your own.

"No you're not, Keith." You reassured him, "Thank you for telling me this." You said then, hoping to make him feel more secure again.

"Yeah..." he sighed then, "Let's get you back in your dorm, they should be switching look outs soon." He quickly changed the subject. You frowned at him, both for putting back up his wall and for making this night coming to an end. You agreed nonetheless, you were glad Keith was beginning to let you in and you were willing to accept that the boundary was back up. Keith means the world to you, and you'd never let that go.

Keith drove you guys back to his speeders hiding place before helping you sneak back in and back through the halls to your dorm. There wasn't any talking on the way back but it was a comfortable silence. Once you were back at your door, you thanked Keith for the wonderful night and told him to get some sleep before the sun starts to come up. You turned them to your door and were about to open it when,

"Hey, uh, (Y/N)?" He whispered for your attention once again. "You're really important to me." He said shortly but still full of so much love. You pulled him into another hug. "You too, Mullet." You whispered into his ear, "Never forget it... please?"

You felt Keith nod and he gave you a quick squeeze before letting go of the embrace, slowly, his hand sliding down your arm as he began to walk away, once it reached your hand and gave it another quick squeeze before he finally let go and slipped around the corner into the darkness. You let out a large breath you didn't know you were holding once you saw him disappear. God were you in love with him. Even if he's never usually like that during the day, you love every Keith and maybe one day you'll tell him....

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Hey!!! Let me know what you thought of this one shot :))) I know Keith was pretty ooc, but I like thinking of him being very sensitive around the ones he loves!

Also this didn't proof read yet because I rlly wanted to get this chapter out to you guys !!!!!

This is my first like official Voltron work so bare with me!

PLEASE PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING LOL

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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Popularity is overrated anyways | Rory Keaner x gn!popular!reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Hello! Your writing is so amazing, truly! Could you write Rory x Gn!Popular!Reader in which the reader falls hard and so they try flirting and try to impress him? I think that would be an interesting dynamic to explore cause I usually see things going the other way around. No need to take this request if you don't want to write it of course! Have a great day/night<33 “

Pronouns: none specified

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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The first time you saw Rory was in art class. It was your first day and you were somewhat nervous, but he walked in as if he owned the place. He yelled "Good morning gays, gals and pals" with this kind hearted smile and you couldn't help but laugh at how comfortable he was around here. How he seemed to be at home.

At the end of class, you decided to walk up to him, say hello. At the very least learn his name, except by the time you were done packing your things, he was gone. You felt a little lost looking at the empty seat he sat in just a moment ago but you were already dead set on getting to know the blonde kid better.

Since then, you've made lots of friends, partly due to you joining the photography club, which was pretty well known around the school. You were also best friends with the star of the football team which sure gave you a big boost on the popularity chart, not that you cared. Even with your newfound attention, you still felt like you were a little behind Rory. You'd see him every week in art class, always cracking a joke, making you and everyone else around him laugh. You often saw him hanging out with the same 2 brown haired boys and you couldn't help the jealousy you were feeling, so eventually you decided you've had enough. You were going to get closer to Rory!

The perfect opportunity snuck up on you one Friday, when you saw Rory eating lunch in the cafeteria alone. You excused yourself from your friends, making your way instead towards the blonde

"Is this seat open?" you said motioning to the seat right in front of him

"Yeah!" he replied with a bright smile, as if he was more than excited that you wanted to sit with him "I'm Rory!"

You sat down and gave him your name in return. From where you were sitting, you could see your friends.They were sitting around their usual table, glaring at you as if they couldn't understand what you could possibly be doing there, instead of by them. In fact, mostly everyone in the cafeteria was now watching you and Rory with judging looks. You knew Rory wasn't the most popular person in school, but you also didn't care. For what it's worth, he seemed to be a lot cooler than any other "popular" kid you knew.

"Is that a V for Vendetta pin on your shirt?" he asked, reaching over to touch the little handmade pin you had. You felt his fingertips press into your collarbone and sucked in a deep breath, suddenly shy at the unexpected contact

"Yeah! I made it myself out of an old coin a while back!"

"That's so cool! I used to make pins out of beer bottle caps when I was little! I didn't actually drink the beer, I would sneak the caps from my parents at family events!" you giggled. You barely knew the boy and yet this seemed like such a ‘him’ thing to do

"And how did you make them?"

For the entire lunch break, you sat next to Rory, listening to him talk about his pins and his favorite comic books, which just so happened to match a lot of your favorites. You were more than excited by finding out that you had a lot in common. You liked the same bands and the same movies. He was full of stories about the supernatural and you have always been passionate about that kind of stuff.

You always knew you kinda fancied the blonde boy and you weren’t ashamed of that, but now, actually being with him, talking to him, connecting with him, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach was almost insufferable.His mere presence was making you dizzy. He was so cute and his smile was worth millions. You loved listening to him talk and seeing his bright eyes sparkle with joy, but than the bell rang and you had to leave for your next class

"I had fun talking to you Rory!”

"Thank you, you're really cool, we should hang out more!" he said, making you blush

From that point on, you and Rory were much closer. You would hang out during school hours usually, which bummed you out, since you really saw Rory as more than a ‘convenience’ friend that you got along with simply because you saw each other almost everyday. You wished you could get closer to him, get to know him more intimately, but you didn’t want to push him into anything. The week after your first real interaction, Rory came to sit next to you in art. You were too engulfed in the video you were watching on your phone to notice when he walked in, but he made sure to make his presence known by wrapping his arms around you from behind

"Hi friend!" he said in a sing-song voice that made you giggle. He dragged his chair as close to you as he could, so you 2 could whisper to each other during class. Now, being so close to him, you could hear each of his sarcastic jokes and clueless questions better, each one making you laugh and smile. At times, he would lean into you to whisper something in your ear and you could feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers through your entire body.

One thing you learned about Rory during art class was just how competitive he was. Each class turned into a game of seeing who was the better artist. You weren't a huge fan of drawing, but you gave it your everything knowing that Rory was going to study your picture. He never said anything bad about it, he was too nice for that, but with each drawing you tried to impress him more and more.

Eventually, one day, you noticed Rory heading out of the school and decided to quickly followed him out

"Hey Rors! Wait up!!"

"Hey Y/N, wazzap?" he said in the funny voice he always made, making you smile

"All is good. I just had a question for you"

"Ok, shoot!"

"Are you free Saturday?" the boy looked at you with a confused smile

"I think so, yes. Why?"

"Would you like to go to the movies with me?"

"Yeah! That sounds awesome!! Who's coming?" his eyes were bright with excitement, only making you more nervous

"I mean...I was thinking it could be just the 2 of us..."

"Just us?"

"Yeah, you know. Like a date..."

"A date?"

"Yeah"

"With me?"

"I mean if you want to, I'm not..."

"I would love to!" he smiled

"You-You would?"

"Yeah, sounds awesome!"

"Ok, um, great! Can I get your number so I can text you the details?"

On your way home, you held the little piece of paper with Rory's number in your closed fist, your face hot from excitement and happiness. God, you could barely wait for Saturday!

#mbav #mbav x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner fluff #rory keaner imagine

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nojey · 3 years

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unnoticed

quackity / alex x streamer!reader

genre: fluff -> angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): cursing, suggestive jokes

synopsis: you had known alex since you started streaming but none of your viewers knew. you started getting closer and eventually you started streaming together but your viewers didn’t like that.

“(y/n)!” alex screamed into his phone after you answered the facetime call. “yes, my love?!” you screamed back. alex giggled and asked, “do you want to stream sometime soon? i mean like, we’ve known each other for a few months and we haven’t streamed together, i know you’re a fairly new streamer but i even asked dream if you could come onto the smp, and i have something planned- well karl and sapnap helped me plan it- but that’s not the point, the point is-” he rambled. “alex? are you asking me on a minecraft date?” you asked. “no! well, maybe, okay yeah. i’m asking you on a minecraft date.” he confirmed. “i’d love to go on a minecraft date with you, alex.” you said, blushing a bit.

truth is, you’ve had a crush on alex for a few months. when he first slid into your dms you didn’t really expect it, but it turned out to start a beautiful friendship. you always flirted with alex in hopes that he’d notice, but it never seemed like he did. he never retaliated back but little did you know, he was just too shy to.

“uh- okay great! tomorrow, at 3pm your time, stream it. we’re going to have a lot of fun. wear pajamas, or you know- just be comfortable okay?” he rushed. you laughed a bit and said, “yes alex, of course. bye now,” then smiled and hung up.

you immediately went tot twitter and started a thread: @(y/s/n): this weeks stream schedule (times are pst): @(y/s/n): tomorrow @ 3pm: minecraft date w/ someone i haven’t streamed with yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ↳ @ quackity: i wonder who this might be hmMmMMmm @(y/s/n): tuesday @ 1pm: i somehow got invited to an among us lobby w/ corpse, sykkuno, valkyrae, disguised toast, quarterjade, masayoshi, peterparktv, jacksepticeye, and ludwig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @(y/s/n): wednesday @ 1pm: if things don’t go well w/ person on monday- looking for a mc boyfriend! ↳ @ quackity: WELL THAT’S RUDE TO ASSUME THAT THINGS WONT GO WELL (Y/N) @(y/s/n): thursday @ 3pm: chitchat w/ nihachu !! @(y/s/n): friday @ 2pm: pummel party w/ ??

as soon as you tweeted all them out, you looked at replies and saw that quackity had replied to both monday and wednesday schedules. giggling to yourself, you replied back to him.

@(y/s/n): @ quackity way to make it obvious alex, if you wanna date me just say it (¬_¬) @(y/s/n): @ quackity how can you assume that it will go well alex (Ő-Ő) ↳ @ quackity: i just know (y/n)!!! truST ME!!!!

laughing once more, you plugged your phone into the charger and went to bed, excited for what alex had planned for you two tomorrow.

getting ready for the minecraft date was very nerve wracking. the only thing you could think about was whether alex considered this a real date or not. deep inside you hoped that this was a real one.

the ringing from your phone disrupted your thought. looking down on the screen you saw that the one person you were thinking of was calling you.

“hello?” you answered. “hi, (y/n), are you ready?” alex asked. “uh, yeah, i just- i just need to start my stream and introduce what we’re doing.” “okay, um- i’m going to send you a link to the dream smp discord server. join it and join vc 4.” he replied. “for sure, see you then.” you smiled. “see you.” he said and hung up.

“fuck,” you said and wiped your hands onto your pants. you definitely weren’t ready but still, joined the discord server and joined vc 4 then deafened. you set up your stream and hit go live.

“hey everyone! as you may know, if you follow my twitter, today i’m going on a minecraft date! uh no, no one knows who it is yet, but i have a feeling a LOT of you already know who it is.” you said, reading chat and wiggling your eyebrows.

“okay, i’m going to join the server and then share my screen when he’s standing in front of me.” you started playing some music so your viewers didn’t get bored while they waited for you to start.

once you were logged into the smp you privately messaged alex and asked him where he was. before he could answer you turned around to look at the walls you were surrounded by and screamed out after seeing quackity’s naked body behind you.

“chat, i’m okay, just got scared. um anyways, yeah.” you said and showed your screen, revealing the man himself. “quackity!” you screamed into your mic. “jesus christ, (y/n) we can save screaming my name for later.” he said in a suggestive voice. you then started punching him and after each punch you said, “stop. saying. suggestive. comments. we haven’t even started the date yet!” “okay, okay, okay! i’m literally going to die, (y/n) stop!!” he yelled out. you kept hitting him to see if he was lying but after the second punch quackity was slain by (y/mc/n) showed up in the chat.

ranboo: i see that the date is going well

you started laughing uncontrollably while alex was silent. “(y/n),” he said in a more serious voice. you hummed as he continued his sentence. “why did you kill me?” “i wanted to know if you were lying. was that a canon life? i think that should be a canon life.” you laughed. “no it wasn’t a fucking canon life. (y/n) you’re not even an official member of the smp!” he said. “i could be,” you said wiggling your eyebrows and crouching up and down. “anyways. follow me, i’m bringing you to where we’re having our date.” so you followed him and when you reached your destination you were at party park with karl and sapnap standing in front of you.

“hello boys. what are you doing here on our date. is this an amusement park date, quackity? i didn’t take you for that type of guy. it’s kind of cheesy.” you rambled. “no! this isn’t where our date is happening. jeez, have a little more faith in me (y/n).” he said, moving his minecraft character to look at you slowly and creepily. “well there wasn’t much to begin with,” you said, chuckling a bit. you heard karl and sapnap giggling to what you had said. “hey! take that back!” quackity said, punching your minecraft character. you audibly gasped and turned to look at karl and sapnap again. “you guys saw that right? he just hit me.” you said, faking shock. they both quickly nodded their heads. “i can’t believe you would hit me on our first date.” you said, turning to look at him this time. “you literally killed me!” he yelled out.

so this went on for about 30 more minutes till quackity explained to you that your date would pretty much be a minecraft manhunt with quackity, sapnap, and karl hunting you but you had to find something instead of defeating the enderdragon. if they killed you and they won, you owed alex a real date. no stream, just them.

“you’re going to hunt me for our first date?” you asked in disbelief. quackity then nodded his head up and down in a very fast motion. “mm cool,” you said as you punched him and ran away in a different direction.

it had been about 45 minutes and you killed karl and sapnap twice, but quackity had not been seen the whole time. but as you were running away from sapnap, quackity appeared in front of you and you faked trying to kill him, letting him just kill you because you wanted to go on that second date with him.

(y/mc/n) was slain by quackity ranboo: date still going really well, looks like you guys are really hitting it off!

“awe man, looks like i have to go on another date with quackity!” you said. sarcastically faking the disappointment. reading your chat for the first time this stream, it wasn’t your usual happy messages. instead they were filled with negativity.

i don’t see why quackity wants to go on a date with them why did dream let them on the smp?? there are so many other content creators who deserve to be on the smp way more than they do they’re so fucking annoying begging for attention much?

so you grew quiet and just listened to quackity end off his stream while you ended yours without saying anything. but once he finished saying goodbye to his stream, you immediately said bye to him.

“i’m gonna go now alex, thank you for the minecraft date. text me the details for the next. bye.” you rushed.

alex found it really weird that you had just left like that, you guys almost always stayed on call after he finished streaming for at least 3 hours just talking. but he let it slide, hoping it wasn’t something he had done.

you went onto twitter to update about your streaming schedule. @(y/s/n): looks like my stream schedule may be moving around because i’m going on a second date with @ quackity!

alex quickly went to go reply to it but gazed over the replies to your tweet and wasn’t very happy with them. you don’t deserve to go on another date with him you’re literally just using him for clout what an attention whore leave him alone already!

knowing that you barely ever got hate, he quickly called you instead. thinking very hard about what he was about to do. looking at your phone you saw that alex was facetiming you, you wiped your face from the tears that had fallen and sniffled, hoping you didn’t sound too congested.

“hello?” you said. “hey um, i have to tell you something.” he replied. the serious tone of his voice got you very nervous. was he about to confirm everything your chat had told you or even the tweets you just read? “i really like you, (y/n).” he said. you looked at your phone in surprise and he continued. “and i really don’t know if you feel the same way about me but i read the replies to your tweet and i know that you’re a pretty new streamer and i just don’t want you to already be getting hate because of me, you don’t deserve that. you’re an amazing person and i just, i don’t want to be the reason you’re getting hate. so i think it’d be best if we just laid off talking to each other for now.” “i like you too, alex.” you whispered. “but i respect your decision. goodbye for now?” you said, offering a smile to the screen he was displayed on. it looked like he was just as shocked as you when he told you how he felt. “uh, yeah. goodbye for now. don’t be a stranger (y/n).” you smiled once more and hung up.

as soon as you hung up you started crying again. you really liked alex, but maybe you didn’t show that well enough, because if you did, maybe you guys would’ve been together at this point.

the next day, you streamed normally with a faked high energy that nobody seemed to notice, this time not paying attention to your chat. deep inside you really just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep all your stresses away. it really sucked to find out the guy you’ve had a crush on liked you back but he decided to end whatever you guys had going on.

but your chat couldn’t know so you kept a fake facade on, hoping no one asked about him.

though to alex, it looked like you were so unbothered by him pretty much ending your friendship. he started slightly believing the tweets that mentioned how you were just using him for clout. but after really thinking about it, he realized, why would you have been friends with him months before, without any of your fans knowing if you really were just using him. so he scolded himself and went about his day.

you were ending your stream with a big smile, as soon as you hit that end streaming button that smile was gone. you changed into a hoodie and curled into your bed. you just looked up at your ceiling and started crying, you pretty much lost the guy you really liked. your feelings being unnoticed by the public eye.

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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Make Art. Make Love (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: Draco watches his girlfriend paint.

Warning: Smut, mature language and themes, 18+ content

Word count: 1500ish

A/n: I’ve been struggling a bit with work and life in general so I haven’t gotten around to writing this week. But here is a Draco smut I found in my drafts.

Draco leaned against his arm chair, sipping on his morning tea and flipping through the daily prophet.

Every now and then, he glanced away from his paper to look at you.

And why wouldn’t he? You were far more captivating than the local news.

Well at least to him anyway.

He could easily make out where your curves started and ended in the button down that you’d stolen from him as you dipped your paintbrush into fresh paint.

And every time you stretched just a little on our tiptoes to reach the top half of the canvas that was sitting on your easel, the shirt rode up your body giving Draco a peak of your flimsy knickers.

You backed away from your canvas and gave him a shy smile when you noticed that his silvery eyes were fixated on you. He took a long sip from his tea and went back to reading his paper like he hadn’t just been undressing you with his eyes a few seconds earlier.

And when you went back to making careful brush strokes on your painting, he looked up from his paper again.

You had your hair twisted into a messy knot at the nape of your neck, secured with a paintbrush making him want to tug at the paintbrush to unravel your hair.

He quietly took in the shape of your breasts as you bent over and leaned in while you mixed paint on your pallet.

“Halfway done.” You told him as you continued to make long deliberate strokes with your paintbrush. “I’m quite excited about this one.”

Draco only nodded as he continued to observe the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He watched your hand and took notice of the efficient yet graceful movements they made.

Paintbrush between your knuckles, a bit of smudged grey paint on your cheek and the way he could make out the swell of your behind in that shirt made him want to walk on over to you and take you right then and there.

But he dare not.

He knew just how hard you’d been working on that painting.

Draco let the torture of not being able to touch you build up more and more while you continued to work on your painting—completely unaware about the growing, hardening want in his trousers.

“Ah, I think I’m done now.” You said out loud as you backed slightly away from the canvas, observing your work.

Draco couldn’t make out if it was the eagerness of seeing your finished artwork or the silhouette of your body in his shirt, but he was standing behind you in a matter of a few seconds.

“What do you think?” You asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and let his chin rest on your shoulders.

“Is that—is that me?” He finally asked when he fully took in your painting.

“No of course not, it’s some other boy with blonde hair, sipping tea and reading the paper.” You said sarcastically as you pushed him away.

Draco was in awe of the painting and the artist in front of him.

You’d captured his likeness perfectly in the painting. The colours blended in perfect harmony and you’d in shaded all the right places and highlighted all the right places.

“It’s beautiful.” Draco said softly. “You’re beautiful.”

He let his hands up and down your body, letting out a sharp and content sigh.

He wasn’t expecting it but you turned around and wrapped your hands around his neck. Stretched on the tip of your toe, you leaned in and took his lips in yours.

His lips felt soft against yours.

His lips still had the sweetness of the tea he was drinking as he drank all the gasps and sighs that were leaving your lips.

With a gentle tug, he pulled the paintbrush that was holding your hair up and your hair tumbled onto your shoulders.

“Much better.” He whispered as he watched wispy bits of hair fall on your face.

You couldn’t explain the rationality behind your next move but you dipped your fingers in the pallet next you and smeared it on his cheeks when he leaned in to kiss you again.

To your surprise, Draco broke into a small chuckle before dipping one of his hands into the paint himself.

“Draco stop—no—don’t you dare...” you giggled as he cupped your face with his paint stained hand pulling you in closer as he kissed you hard.

He slowly reached down, undoing the buttons of your shirt, all the while leaving paint stains all over your body.

And then he kissed you again while his hands found the smooth and soft skin of your rounded breasts—the pad of his thumb rubbing gently against the hardening nipples.

After the last button was undone, your shirt fell to the ground and he slowly hooked his fingers into the elastic of your knickers making them slip right off your body.

“Draco..” You gasped into the kiss when you felt his paint free hand slip into your wetness—sliding up and down at a torturously slow place.

You bucked your hips and pushed yourself deeper against his fingers making him growl into the kiss as he slowly broke away in order to guide you towards the floor.

A soft gasp left your parted lips when the cold marble floor hit your naked skin and he reveled in the sight.

Soft skin covered in paint, parted lips, flushed cheeks and wild hair pooling at the floor.

Draco closed his eyes and let everything sink in before making his next move.

He started with your right nipple—taking the bud into his mouth as he suckled gently while his free hand toyed with your pert left nipple.

His tender and loving kisses only moved lower and lower till his blonde head was in between your legs—his lips hovering around just where you needed him the most.

And when his tongue made contact with your clit, you sighed out his name and gripped his hair and raised your hips to meet his mouth even more.

Draco took immense pleasure in the thought of being the man that had you arching your back and moaning in pleasure and he couldn’t help himself from teasing you till you were close to your climax.

“Draco...it feels so good...I’m so close..”

He kept licking and sucking and kissing till he could feel your pulse rising and your legs shaking.

“That’s it.....cum on my tongue baby..”

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you let your first orgasm take over you making your entire body convulse.

Draco kept repeating his licks and kept pressing his tongue inside of you till you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped even tighter onto his shoulders.

“Another one..yes baby...let go…”

After the second orgasm hit you, you felt his tip slowly tease your entrance before slowly letting himself slip into you.

“Fuck...you always feel so good.” He hissed and you pulled your legs up allowing him to immerse himself even deeper.

Once every inch of his aching and throbbing cock was inside of you, he opened his eyes to look at you. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head slowly.

“Move Draco...please...move..”

Hearing you pead, He slowly began thrusting his hips—sliding his cock in and out of you.

He then reached for your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to pick up his face.

Every hard thrust that he made was accompanied by a groan as he watched the way your breasts bounce while your face contorted in pleasure.

You were a work of art.

You even had paint smeared across your body to prove it.

With his eyes ever leaving you, Draco continued to fuck you.

Every movement of his cock nudged your clitoris and repeatedly hit that one spot inside of you.

“How can someone….fuck...feel so fucking good…” he groaned and you felt his cock tingle—indicating that he was close.

You wrapped your legs around his torso guiding him deeper as you felt your own release to build up.

“Y/n..I’m…”

You wrapped your legs around him even tighter as you came with him—his release painting your walls that were clenching him in.

Both of your chests were rising and falling quickly as you both came down from your highs.

“Y/n?” Draco whispered, placing a small kiss at the corner of your mouth as he collapsed on top of you.

“Hmm?”

“You are art.” He said, looking at you lovingly while he slowly backed away.

“How can I be art when I’m an artist?” You chuckled, slowly standing up and reaching for a stray paintbrush to gather your hair up again.

“Why do I even bother.” He scoffed as he held up his hand asking you to help him get up from the floor.

Just as you gripped his hand to pull him up, he pulled you down towards him with a wicked smile.

“And who said we were done hm?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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tobesoalive · 3 years

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r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

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out or in

this takes place in my ‘poly frontier’ universe

pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller and a female reader

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: all fics in this series are 18+, poly relationship domestic, romantic, and sexual intimacy. strong language, both implications of sex and brief explicit sexual content, mostly fluff

summary: a collection of moments about always choosing the ones we love

It’s a romantic little outing – a walk to the park, flowers tucked behind ears, a gazebo by the pond. Santiago looks good with flowers in his curls, and they stick well. He’s got that look in his eyes, the one that says he thinks of the two of you hung the stars, and his broad shoulders look void of weight in the evening sun.

Will can’t keep his hands off of you, which is strange, but not unwelcome. He keeps running his hand through your hair or pulling you into sudden hugs, and it makes Santi smile.

The three of you are waiting for Frankie and Ben to come, settling into the white benches and enjoying the dappled lighting that sways with the vines overhead. Your Ironhead practically pulls you into his lap as your other lover goes in search of ducklings. Watching him, Will kisses your temple, your cheek, the side of your neck.

You close your eyes, just for a moment. It’s mandatory, really, because these moments are few and far between. Soft noises from the nature around you, smells of flowers and the musk of your lover, and most of all, his open affection. When was the last time his confidence overrode his calculating brain?

When you open them again, a woman is walking by, chattering on her phone, and her heels slow when she catches sight of Santi.

The pillars of the gazebo shroud you from her, and Will holds you tight as you watch her hang up, a twitch in her hips. You miss her greeting, but not the way Santi turns towards her, his face polite and neutral.

“I’m just here with them,” he waves and points, and you see an incorrect realization on her face as she glances shrewdly. The two of you are wrapped up in each other, his hands wandering even still – she thinks she knows.

“So you’re the third wheel?” the woman all but purrs, eyes fluttering in a way that makes you roll your own. So fixed is she on the warm tone of his skin and the stubble across his jaw, that she misses both the darkness of his eyes, and approaching footsteps.

“Not at all,” his words are simple and you grin.

“Like hell you aren’t,” Benny says, slipping an arm around his Pope. They came up less than quietly, watching without your patient interest. Will huff’s a laugh, almost proud at the kiss and raised eyebrow his brother gives the woman, who’s stepping back, suddenly uncertain.

She turns to Frankie, mistakes his soft edges for vulnerability, and changes targets. Hes handsome as a warm fall walk, and she drinks him in. All shy backtracking and twirls of hair, she reaches for his arm, playing all the right cards for sympathy.

But his eyes, deep and brown are unwavering as he shifts away. You see his mouth move – a quiet nope, with a p that pops, and the both you and Ironhead shake with silent laughter.

No one explains as she sputters and spins, trying helplessly to say have a good day, and as she near runs away and you feel a little guilty.

Mostly, though, you feel lucky as you see your eager boys making their way over and loved as they’re already reaching for you.

“That was fun,” Will pulls Frankie close to replace your warmth. Arms around Santi's neck you laugh again, feeling matching rumbles at your front and back.

“We should go out more often,” Benny says, resting his chin atop your head. You can hear the mirth in his voice, but of all of them, he thrives in awkwardness the best.

“Great idea, Ben.” Frankie doesn’t even have to roll his eyes.

“It’s fun confusing people,” the blonde defends, pulling back to flap a hand. Of course he thinks so, and of course Catfish disagrees.

“As long as the people who aren’t confused are us,” Will catches Santi's eye, and you feel him rumble again, squeezing you.

“I agree.”

Will walks in to see you completely on top of Frankie, sleeping against his chest. It’s a welcome sight, after a long, long week, and his layers shed as Frankie beams at him. The smile is void of gloating or even teasing, filled only with a hard earned joy. He loves the moments you crash into him, drawing out the weight on his mind and replacing it with you.

“That seems a little selfish,” his watcher teases, his deep, dry voice making you stir a little.

Frankie pulls an understanding face and shifts, letting you slide between him and the back of the couch, opening up for the other man. Your eye peaks open long enough to see Will’s smile, before you feel him, warm and close.

He’s taller, but it’s a practiced fit, and the couch was bought specifically for all of their width and height.

The man beneath you let’s out a groaning breath, like the weight of one of his loves hadn’t been quite enough. Silence fills the air, thick and warm as cocoa on a chilly evening, the three of you taking slow, indulgent sips. Hands rub shoulders and slide over unwinding muscles before they still, thankful for the heartbeats just beneath the surface.

And then the moment slides away, as Frankie remembers a story from work – his excitement is contagious. His deep eyes are bright, the lilt of his voice exaggerated by the animation that fills him head to toe, and you climb over them to find a glass of water. You'd already heard the story, and you need to wake up for the evening.

Santi’s in the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket, and hes pulling you by the hip into his arms. His skin is cool from their air outside, and he seeks your warmth with playful pleading, rubbing his nose along your cheek, your neck, and blowing puffs into your hair. The squeaks you make only spur him, happy kisses following the pre-made path, and he laughs, really laughs, for no real reason.

“Come,” he says, after finding your lips once more, “it’s almost time.” And you wake fully, checking the clock. He’s right, and both of you rush back to the others.

Ben’s fight is on the screen, and your boys are sitting, telling you for the thousandth time how rude it is that they cut off spectators.

“I know, I know,” you shush Will with your mouth, a chaste, chiding kiss, and he softens, pulling you back down. The sleepy satisfaction is long gone, dissipated by his talk with Frankie, and their inevitable excitement as they traded bits of wisdom. Now, it’s time to watch his brother, and to feel the bones in your hand creak as Frankie winces at every punch.

The fight is a short one, and you’re almost glad you didn’t drive an hour for it – your sweet Benny hardly gives the other guy a chance. He blows a kiss at the camera, and Santi says, “Mine,” before sticking his tongue out.

“How do you know?” Frankie protests, reaching over to smack him.

“Hush, he’ll call in just a minute,” you scold, snipping a budding argument, and rolling your eyes. “You can ask him then, if you want.”

You were right – and he called you, probably well aware of the bickering he caused. Speakerphone is mandatory, as deep voices shout their approval.

“The kiss was for all of you,” he says. “Minus Will.” He rolls his eyes, as Frankie makes a triumphant noise.

Over the responsive banter you change the topic.

“How soon will you be home?”

“Why baby, the whole crew there, and you still miss me?” Tonight’s win had gone straight to his head.

Will appears behind you, rumbling, his hand sliding up you shirt in a single, fluid motion.

“Watch yourself,” he said, loud enough for the phone to catch it. “I’d say we’re doing just-"

“- Fine,” the others catch his drift, lowered eyelids and knowing smirks making their way around. Just as fluid, Frankie pulls at you, settling your core over his thigh, his dark eyes asking for permission. Denying him is unfathomable – their touches already perfectly placed and hot.

The gasp leaves your lips before you even think to stop it.

“Fuck,” Benny’s voice is lower, even through the phone. “Don’t you dare!” The command falls flat, his damage done. Bra shoved away, Will rolls a nipple between his fingers as Santi’s hand palms you through the fabric as best he can, always eager to join the torture.

“Hurry up then,” he adds, watching you grind and melt beneath them, knowing the other man is already regretting his words.

“No fair!” you hear the slam of his locker and grin, already too far gone to stop their antics.

Frankie coaxes you off his thigh, hands busy as he began to rid your of your clothes. You’re slick with want, holding whatever you can brace yourself against, as they lovingly remind him what he’s missing.

“Would you rather we let you listen, hot shot?” it’s both a taunt and an offer, and you see wide eyes and feel eager twitches.

There was a moment of silence, before Benny’s curse cracks into the air, needy and nearly breathless.

And you’re suddenly glad you got a nap in earlier. If the last five minutes are any indication, it’s going to be a long night.

“No, but thanks for checking again,” you say, trying not to sound sarcastic. Benny is using his best puppy eyes, even pulling down the thick scarf his mama gave him to pout at you.

“But I made us the coolest fort, you said so yourself!”

“My love, it’s cold.” You respond, kissing his surprisingly warm cheek. “The others have already tried.”

You wave at Will over his shoulder as he packs yet another snowball for their war. A hit to the back of the head is a fitting distraction, and Ben kisses you quickly before he runs off to his corner of the yard.

And as much fun as it could be to watch, you close the door to the freezing air, knowing if you don’t, the next one will be coming for you.

You end up by the window, catching glimpses through the thick white frost, as you Google new winter recipes. And you’re thoroughly wrapped up in a distraction when a hand slips into yours

“Oh, hello,” you grab at it, trying to warm the fingers between your palms. “Too cold for Catfish?”

He nods, sighing as you try to thaw him.

“Come,” you say, leading him to the kitchen. He’s like a bear, lumbering after you, thickened with winter layers, but with meek obedience and eyes filled with adoration.

“Cocoa, love?” it’s hardly a question.

“Please, Frankie?” He kisses you in confirmation, seemingly growing even lager as he glows with pride. No recipe you’ve ever found gets the spices as perfect as he can, and it’s his joy to brew if for you all.

Before, though he turns the kettle on, heating water for the bottles, knowing any moment what will happen. And he’s never wrong. The door opens with a gust of chill wind, making snowflakes cling to their winter beards.

Just as the hot water bags are filled, and the rest finds its way into a footpan, Santi trudges through the door, huffing with laughter but with spikes of pain shooting from his knees. You help him settle into cushions, resting his joints, as Will and Benny tumble in, shedding soaking layers and telling you the final battle.

Passing out steaming mugs you kiss their cheeks and they know the truth – adventures should be taken and fun should be had, but nowhere was better than right here with you.

It happens rarely: waking up perfectly encompassed by your loves. Someone’s elbow was always poking or beard would tickle, and the first to wake would inevitably wiggle and jostle limbs.

But when it does, it’s bliss.

Your tucked into Will’s side – his beard is soft and smells like books and clean linens and the way it feels when rain pours down after weeks of drought.

Frankie is behind him, pressing close, and Santi is near a second skin, he’s sandwiched you so tightly. You can the shape of Benny beyond Frankie's fluff of hair, and for once, you don’t feel the need to move. Deep breathes a contented mid-dream murmurs push away the reminder that one of you must leave – a least for long moments.

But then you notice the pace of the heart beneath your hand, and prepare yourself for the rub of his jaw along his temple. Your Will would never risk the movement of kissing you before he knew you were awake.

“Good morning,” your voice is barely audible, just for him.

“I love you,” his response is just as quiet, but equally filled with love.

Neither of you says anything else, just shifting ever-so-slightly to kiss each other, unable to resist. Then you settle again, cherishing the squeezes and pacified rumbles, and dreaming of drifting off again.

You know he won’t - can’t, with a stupid Saturday meeting on it’s way, but you wish he would. All of you hate when he’s robbed like this, hate that he has to count down the minutes and then untangle himself and climb away. Feeling his heart race pick up again, you know he’s anxious. It goes against his nature to disturb, to break a perfect moment.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Benny groans, quiet, but not quite so in-control. “Here.”

He flops, pawing the end table before finding Will’s phone and tossing it to him, before settling forward against Frankie again. The whole time his eyes barely opened more than a hair, awake exclusively for the greater good.

A small, conflicted noise grumbles in Will’s throat, but then, to your amazement, he frees a hand and begins to draft an excuse.

“Tell them it could be an email,” Santi’s voice is thick with sleep.

“Because it could be,” Frankie adds, reaching for the phone. His eyes are puffy, wincing at the brightness, but if Will doesn’t call off the meeting, someone has to. Huffing, the man beneath you snatches it back, making incomprehensible comments about how he’s the only one who knows what to say.

You shift to kiss him again, shocked in spite of yourself. All this time, he’s never called in sick, no matter how deeply he’s been tempted. But more proud than anything.

It’s a perfect morning – too good to spoil. He sends it and tosses his phone, satisfied sighs and sleepy high fives making him chuckle. And you pull the blankets back in place, tucking in the joy for a few hours more.

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