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panty stealer

DATE: JANUARY 14, 2023

summary: flash forces peter to sneak into the girls sorority and steal a pair of panties as a dare. stumbling into the nearest room to save himself from being caught, he doesn’t expect you to be there, and to let him steal the panties you’re wearing.

request: yes!

words: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, oral], praise kink, slight dacryphilia kink, dirty talk, and protected sex), language, alcohol, mentions of weed, and a bit of fluff.

note: frat!peter x sorority!reader / peter masterlist / PART 2

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“are you serious right now, flash?” peter groans with a pinch to his nose. his eyes screw shut in annoyance at flash’s obnoxious behavior.

“of course i am, penis parker!” flash shouts, shoving peter towards the large, white sorority house. “you have to do the dare or else.”

peter groans again, hating himself for ever agreeing to do this stupid game with flash.

the night had started calm and for once, peter was grateful. friday nights were the craziest day at the frat house, but this week, everyone was a bit too busy with schoolwork. except flash apparently.

like all of his other roomies, peter loves a good party. he doesn’t mind thrashing his house every week if that means he can have fantastic parties at his place (okay, maybe he minds a little bit. it gets tedious cleaning up garbage after a while). he knows he won’t be young forever, so what the heck, right?

people never would have guessed that peter was the leader of the frat. shocking, right? everyone would assume it’s flash for his obnoxious and party boy persona or brad for his attractiveness and charm. but what do those qualities have to do with being a leader? everyone else (besides those two) agreed that peter should be the head of the house because he is responsible and smart, unlike those boneheads.

peter often asked himself if he was attractive and if he had charm.

he did, right?

brad was good with the ladies. one glance and a wink made the girls melt into puddles at his feet. every morning when peter woke up early to go to class, a different woman would waltz down the stairs with a glowing, uncontrollable smile in nothing but a t-shirt. peter knew without a doubt that every one-night stand that stumbled down was brad’s; it was rarely flash or the others and ned had a girlfriend who was in the sorority across from us.

peter hooked-up once in a while. he found it more difficult to be like brad when he had college to concentrate on and lives to save inbetween it all. being spider-man in high school was overwhelming at first because it was impossibly hard to hide it. but now, having more freedom in college made everything a bit simpler. just a bit.

flash being spider-man’s “#1 fan!” still made him chuckle every time it came up.

speaking of flash, when peter stumbled through the door in the evening expecting a chill friday night, flash just had to crank up the energy. as per usual.

“what is this?” multiple bottles of liquor were splurged across the dining table when peter walked into the kitchen. flash crossed his arms with a huge smirk plastered onto his face, while ned looked concerned and stressed.

“i tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me,” ned shook his head in disappointment before walking away to his room.

“we’re having a party. it’s friday, penis,” flash said with an obvious tone. peter could easily have him removed from the frat, being the leader and all. yet he still keeps him here. why must he do this to himself?

“flash, i said no parties today. everyone is tired and stressed, and has a lot of work to do—”

“stressed? i think that’s the best reason for a party. you need to get laid, my brotha,” brad interrupted with an arm around peter’s shoulders and a firm pat to his buff chest. brad is way taller than peter, which some might think intimidates him. but peter is mainly intimidated by intelligence, and brad had the iq of a stick.

peter rolled his eyes at the predictable statement. flash rambles on about how parties are a tradition on friday nights and peter sharply cuts him off with a strict tone.

“ugh, fine! no party, party-pooper parker. but we will be drinking tonight. or else i’m sending an invite to 50 people.”

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peter had no choice but to comply. flash, ned, brad, himself, and the other boys are seated on the furniture with the drinks displaced in the center. flash gave peter an ultimatum; play truth or dare or he rings the entire sports program of a party. peter growled and folded.

soon later, there is a sharpie drawing on flash’s ass, a ruler that measured brad’s dick, a flushed ned from downing too many denied truth shots, and laughter bubbling throughout the whole room. peter is the only one who hasn’t gotten asked anything yet and he honestly feels a bit left out. but he also just wants to do his homework and then go to sleep.

“what’ll be, penis parker?” flash inquires with a mischievous look on his face. “truth or dare? or should i say drink or dare?”

peter, not caring at the time, chose dare. “dare.”

“oh, you’re so in for it.”

—

so in all, peter was basically held against his own will to sneak into the girl’s sorority house. even though he denied the dare profusely and took three shots to make up for it, flash still dangled the party invites over his head like an iron weight waiting to drop.

peter snarled as flash nudged him again impatiently. he thought of an idea that might work. peter would have to do this dare, but would he have to do it alone?

“if you come with me, i’ll give you $50 bucks—” peter sells with raised eyebrows. he licks his lips as the cold breeze rustles the trees and sends slight shivers up his arms. the sky is pitch-black as the heavy clouds cover all the stars. peter felt a storm brewing and he really didn’t want to sneak into the sorority soaking wet.

“pfft, parker, please. i have enough money—”

“—in weed.” peter finishes, causing flash to halt his words. peter knows that flash can never find a good supply because he complains about it all the time. marijuana wasn’t legal on campus, let alone in the state. the trade had the cogs turning in flash’s head.

“alright, deal,” flash gives in and elbows peter as a form of agreement. then flash motivates brad and ned to join, heading straight for the zone as a group.

their goal was to grab a pair of underwear and leave without being caught. as spider-man, that should be easy, right?

—

for some odd reason, the back door was unlocked. you’d think girls would be more secure and observant than guys, but maybe they forgot. after hopping over the trimmed gardening hedges, the four boys crept through the door and into the kitchen.

unlike peter’s frat, the sorority girls had two big rules that they made known to everyone; no hook-ups allowed and no frat guys. ever. the girls didn’t throw parties like peter, they only went to them, so their place was like a holy sanctuary.

when the guys tiptoed into the kitchen, peter wasn’t surprised the place was damn-near spotless. most of the interior was pearly white; couches, love-seats, tables, counter, cabinets— it was like walking into an insane asylum with minor color accents.

it was at least midnight by now, so the girls had to be asleep. tiptoeing as silent as possible up the stairs, peter leads until they’re all standing in the middle of the large hallway with rapid, contained breaths. flash, being the scaredy-cat he is, follows last and nervously trips over the final step. he slips, tumbling down multiple levels with nosy thuds and bangs of his elbows and knees. all of the guys sprout wide eyes and strained, silent gestures to warn him to stop falling and making an absurd amount of noise.

peter gets goosebumps, hair rising on his skin as he gets a shiver down his spine. his hearing intensifies, picking up mumbled whispers and light footsteps with his spider sense. his eyes wander frantically as he scatters his brain for an idea. nothing comes to mind fast enough, as a door down the hall creaks open. brad and ned drag flash up the stairs, but freeze when they hear the door. out of instinct, peter sprints to the nearest door, slyly slipping inside. he closes the door gently, contradicting the pounding of his heart, without a noise being made. he releases a sigh as his forehead rests on the doorframe.

“what are you doing?” peter nearly shrieks when you casually question him. he stares at you, eyes impossibly wider than before. your arms are crossed as you sit on the side of your bed. peter swallows harshly, gazing at your appearance.

your legs look smooth and supple, and very much bare. he assumes you have underwear on under the t-shirt you’re sporting, and is proved correct when you shift to dangle your legs off the bed. his eyes are drawn to the small sight of your panties that tease underneath your shirt. you smirk, arms still crossed as you let him check you out.

“i-um-uh,” cheeks wildly red, he swallows and averts his eyes to the ground. how does he explain such a stupid thing without sounding like a jackass? i was dared to invade the sorority house. sorry. oh, also, can i have your panties? “it was a dare.”

“to sneak into my room?” your head tilts as you lift yourself off the bed and stalk towards him. peter’s cheeks grow redder while his heart pounds brutally in his chest.

besides the embarrassment flowing like blood through his veins, you were the simple kind of gorgeous that made his knees weak. the kind that is stunning in their own skin and that radiates beautiful energy like magical fairy dust. and peter nearly fainted when he saw your lack of clothes.

he’s seen you many times before; you share a class with him and came to some of his parties. he never talked to you in fear of rejection, but now he doesn’t really have a choice.

usually, he has more confidence with girls, but this is a very unfortunate situation where he lost every skill he’s ever known. even talking.

“no—” ear-piercing screams interrupt peter’s stuttering from the other side of the door. footsteps run all over the wooden floor as low profanities leave the guys’ mouths. “i think she found them.”

“you think?” you clip with raised eyebrows. peter inhales, losing some of his anxiousness at his thoughts of the boys being caught.

poor ned. betty’s going to kill him.

flash deserved it, though.

brad is probably getting one of their numbers.

peter shakes his head and sets his thoughts straight.

“okay, look. flash dared me to do this… stupid thing and i convinced them all to do it with me. i wanted to do nothing but relax tonight,” peter admits with a stressed exhale. you glare at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what has him so worked up. it’s not like he got screamed at and kicked out like the other guys. knowing some of your roomies, they might be a lot worse than just kicking them out. you get closer to him and ponder what he said.

“what was the dare, parker?” you shoot a harsh glare at him, daggers that force him to answer. your head tilts with curiosity as your heartbeats sporadically. you’ve never had a guy in your room before, and for that first guy to be peter parker has your heart bouncing around your chest like a boomerang. you’ve had your eye on peter for a few months now; not crazy obsessive, but you won’t deny the blood-rushing crush you’ve grown for the frat boy.

how did you stumble that low? a frat boy? jeez.

peter can’t be too shocked that you know his name, let alone his last name, but you saying it still causes him to forget some of the words on his tongue. many shouts are heard from outside the door, but your chests are nearly touching as you gaze up at him and then the outside world is practically silenced.

“i had to steal some… panties,” he mumbles, voice low and quiet. why does it sound so dirty?

“panties?” you repeat in a hushed voice as your surprised eyes blink a few times. you swallow, clit beginning to throb at the word out of his mouth.

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “do you have any that i can…borrow?”

your mind hazes at his question. you tried to remember where your underwear was and if it was clean. but as a clear opportunity lies in front of you, you decide to run with it. you look down with a racing heart, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt.

“i…i have these ones,” you lightly ball up your t-shirt, revealing your laced panties to peter. he quietly coughs, cock starting to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. you glance up at his reddening expression through your eyelashes, devilish eyes hiding behind an innocent facade. confidence and lust ease your anxiety. “will these work?”

“um, yeah,” peter coughs again as rosy embarrassment crawls up his neck and blood rushes to his cock. you strut over to the mattress, rocking your hips teasingly, and peter instinctively follows with his heart in his throat. you lie on your back and spread your legs, arousal dripping from you at every movement. peter watches from a side angle, holding his breath as the tension rises.

“well, you’re not much of a panty-stealer if i just give them to you. come and steal them, parker,” you say with as much confidence as you could muster up. your heart was so loud in your ears you almost couldn’t hear yourself. speechless, peter walks to the front of the bed and kneels down, eye-level with your pussy.

he crumples the shirt over your hips, your legs automatically spreading wider. his senses heighten and pick up on the scent of your arousal. a small patch of it can be seen in the middle of your underwear, sending painful pulses down to his forever hardening cock. his thumbs dance around the laced hem, teasing you to see how much he can go.

he would say some of his confidence is back now.

he hooks his fingers under the band, sliding the flimsy fabric down while sticky arousal slings to you. he stuffs the damp material in his back pocket. both of your hearts rack and hands tremble at the extreme intensity, waiting for someone to do something. anything.

peter decides to be that person and resumes his fingers to your hips where the hem used to be. your folds glisten with pent-up arousal, just begging for him to touch you. your puffy clit throbs, neglected, and your thighs subtly spasm trying to remain open. peter grinds on his molars, nearly moaning at the glorious sight. his rough pads trace your smooth skin as he drags lower, dangerously close to where you’re yearning for him.

“peter,” you whisper, holding your breath, so you don’t move a muscle, even though they’re involuntarily shaking with need. he hums, the dirtiest thoughts flowing through his mind. “d-don’t you have to go? what if you get caught?”

“i can spare a few minutes…” his gaze is hazy and distracted, voice gravelly with lust. you clench desperately around nothing as you quietly plead for him to do something. his thumb tests the waters and finally begins circling on your clit, sending electricity up your body. you yelp at the sudden pressure, naturally grinding your hips for more friction. “hmm? don’t you want me to spend a few minutes with you?

his words are taunting and condescending, making your mind go blurry while the words disintegrate from your tongue. the rough pad of his thumb rubs faster while you clench around nothing again, chest heaving.

“i want more than a few minutes,” you moan as his middle finger pets along your soaking slit, teasing you painfully until your eyes roll back. you can sense the smirk growing on his face based on the satisfied hum he responds with.

“more? greedy girl,” peter slides his middle finger into you without warning causing you to release a long string of moans. “shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you? then we’ll both get caught.”

you shake your head.

“then be a good girl and be quiet for me,” peter demands softly. you nod shakily, as another finger pumps into you rapidly. he thrusts brutally into you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. you melt as bliss laces throughout your body.

“it’s always the quiet ones who are the loudest,” a devilish and dirty smirk dances on his lips while your teeth sink painfully into your bottom lip. you slap your palm over your mouth to remain quiet as thrilled moans threaten to pour out of you. your revolving hips are halted by his strong forearm, allowing him to curl his digits deliciously into you. you mewl with screwed eyes, back arching at the immense pleasure.

“i’m so close, peter,” you whisper, scared that if you speak any louder your moans will betray you and alert the whole neighborhood. peter subtly grinds his hips into the front of the mattress, cock dangerously hard from your whimpering and whining.

“can i taste you? been dying to since you opened your legs for me,” peter asks while your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts tightly around his digits. you mumble out a shuddery please before his mouth is devouring you.

he never removes his fingers, pumping ruthlessly while his mouth explores your slippery folds. he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, a muffled wail escaping through your hand. warm and soothing, his tongue glides curiously and sneaks into your undeniably soft cunt. the moan you release is unholy and way too loud. at least right now.

peter wants nothing more than to hear your sweet, sweet moans crying his name while he makes you come in several different ways. but tonight was not the night. he wasn’t trying to get reported and have intruder as a new notch on his belt.

he had a good feeling you wouldn’t run off and report him though.

the idea of it all got him off much more than he would have ever thought. and looking at you, he could say that same.

his mouth plops off of you, lips swollen and puffy from sucking.

“come all over my tongue. let me taste you, sweet girl,” his tone is euphonious and seductive, yet demanding. his fingers savagely thrust into your seeping hole that clenches tightly around him. your back arches off the mattress as your thighs shake from the upcoming euphoria.

peter’s words send your body into overdrive. your muscles contract and your stomach tightens as your orgasm ripples through your body like a heavenly wave. cum oozes out of you and onto his tongue, slurping up every ounce of your juices until there is nothing left.

“such a good girl,” peter praises while he licks away your arousal from his rosy lips. heat crawls up your neck at your sudden vulnerability. you attempt to close your legs to hide, but he keeps them spread with his rough hands. “you’re going to hide yourself after i just ate you out? we’re just getting started, baby.”

peter pulls his shirt off deliberately, showcasing his bulky abs and muscles that made your clit pulse with desire again. he looks like he was man-made, a real-life sculpture with chiseled muscles and perfectly ridged abs. you were insatiable to this man, who snuck into your room to steal something— you should be mad at him. furious. but when his boxers fall down his legs, only dirty and needy emotions and thoughts are left.

your eyes widen at his impressive length; you’ve only been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. you were scared, yet excited to feel his cock stretch you out sinfully. you imagined how long you would feel him inside of you afterwards, soreness like a good workout at the gym.

“you’re so big,” you mumble, not hiding the fact that you were blatantly eyeing his raging cock with hunger, fear, and lust.

“it’ll fit. don’t worry, doll,” he hovers over you, smoothing your hair away from your worried eyes. “do you have a condom?”

you stretch out your arm into your night stand, blindly grabbing a tin-foiled package. you seductively rip it with your teeth, causing peter to groan in impatience. he snatches it away from you and swiftly slides it onto his sturdy cock.

“such a fucking tease,” he hisses, running the tip of his cock along your folds, which were already soaked in arousal again. “are you ready?”

you nod your head surely, more than ready for him to fill you up.

“you’re one to talk,” you sass, rolling your eyes, which were no longer as worried, but full of needy anticipation. he huffs out a single chuckle, eyes strained on his dick rubbing around your wetness tediously.

“speaking of talking, don’t,” peter thrusts into you savagely, making you gasp and shriek. your hand immediately goes to his shoulder for leverage, nails digging desperately into the meat of his skin. the other tightens securely onto your mouth to keep quiet, even though it’s probably useless now.

hoarse profanities fall from his lips as he shifts around your snug hole. your velvety walls choke his cock so fucking good, he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. and then you clench even tighter around him, sending peter’s eyes rolling back into brain.

“you’re so fucking tight,” peter groans in your ear, flicking his hips upwards into you. your body trembles in overwhelming pleasure, muffled whines begging to be released.

slapping skin and hushed moans fill the air. peter fits a hand between the two of you and rubs your throbbing clit perfectly. his lips travel down from your ear to your neck, kissing along your skin. his tongue discovers your soft spot, sucking harshly until you’re clutching onto him for dear life.

“you’re so good, peter. so deep, too, oh god,” you can’t help the lusty wail that tumbles from your raspy throat when he rapidly rolls his hips, repeatedly touching your sensitive g-spot. he growls at the praise, every action being intensified by the comment. you notice this and smile with a hint of devilishness behind it.

“you may be smiling now,” peter pants, muscles popping and flexing from the position. “but you’ll be crying soon.”

if possible, his thrusts got harder. and deeper. and faster. he was pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, buckets of arousal leaking from you and all around him. peter would pull his cock fully out just to slam it back in, and it made you wither away into another dimension. his balls beat against you harshly with every brisk thrust of his body. his skilled thumb pets your clit, electrifying all your nerves into blissful flames.

there was so much to feel; the biting of his kisses on your neck, the rough texture of his thumb pad on your clit, the long, thick length plunging barbarically into you, and the heaviness of his weight above you. you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, water brimmed at your tear ducts. soon, full-blown tears are streaming down your face from the euphoria running through your veins.

that familiar wicked smile curls on peter’s face with your appearance; wild hair, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips. he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful in front of him.

his cock twitches when you whimper loudly underneath the palm of your hand, begging to let you come. contracting on his shaft, your nails stab his shoulder blade until crescent moon marks appear. a strangled moan leaves him when your body rolls up towards him, back arching harshly.

“need to come. so bad, peter,” you whine. his name from your lips drives him mental.

“fuck, y/n,” he sighs heavily. “come around my cock like the good girl you are.”

with those words, your second orgasm tumbles through your body like a thunderstorm. peter slams his lips against yours to keep you quiet, all your pent-up moans turning into needy hums in your throat. stars spot in your vision and you thought you might pass out from being fucked into oblivion. you wouldn’t even be mad— it was worth it.

summoning all your energy, your muscles tense as the liquid floods out of you. your back arches, making your bare breasts push up against peter’s chest. at the same time, peter comes with a string of curse words against your plush lips. he shoots his load into the condom, balls tightening while his eyes screw shut. he steadies his pumps and slowly pulls out of you, never wanting to leave.

you whimper at the emptiness, already missing his cock. he ties the knot and tosses it into the garbage under your desk. peter slips into his boxers and immediately finds the small box of tissues on your night stand. grabbing a few, he cleans you delicately like an antique doll as if he didn’t just ravish your body and soul.

you were beyond dumbstruck as he wiped you up. the few people you have been with never stayed long enough for aftercare, and even though it should be a necessity, the action still made your heart lurch for peter. speaking of your heart, it was beating a mile a minute. sex was a physical activity, yet having a huge crush on someone felt a lot more physically demanding. but you really liked the feeling.

a million thoughts brisked through your head; how does he feel? does he feel the same? did he hate it? did he love it? you shake your head. if you didn’t stop yourself, you would ruin any chance you might have by overthinking too much.

when you refocus your eyes to the moment, peter has his jeans fully on and his shirt in his hand. he slides it on and then looks at you worryingly, seeming as though you’re still naked and haven’t moved.

“are you okay? did i go too hard? fuck—”

“yes—i mean no! shit,” you stutter after interrupting him and close your eyes in embarrassment. “yes, i’m fine. i’m more than fine. that was… really good, peter. like really good.”

peter’s tensed shoulders relax as his face melts from a concerned expression to a soft one. you slip your large t-shirt on and stand up from your bed. your legs are a bit unbalanced and wobbly, and peter can’t help but chuckle as he holds you steady by your hips.

“stop laughing! you did this!” you whisper-yell with a faked angry face.

“oh, i know. next time, i’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone stand,” he winks with an arrogant smile cascading his lips. familiar heat creeps up your neck and ears, making you all tingly inside at the idea of a next time with peter.

“next time?” large rings of hope surround your irises as you stare into peter’s. his arrogance slightly fades as he itches with nervousness.

“yeah, if that’s what you want, of course,” why is he holding his breath? why is his heart beating so unhealthy fast?

“if i say yes, does that mean you’re going to try to steal my panties again?” you try to hold back your grin as you joke, peering up at him with squinted eyes.

“are you going to let me steal your panties again?” he clicks his tongue with his all too familiar smirk. he loves your playful demeanor and your attempts to withhold a smile.

you pretend to think, really debating. peter can’t help but stare at you in awe. you were beautiful, and he regrets not approaching you earlier because you were… well, he didn’t really know you yet, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. even if you told him to fuck off and never to see him again, he knew that he would never forget you or this night.

you push yourself closer to peter, chest to chest. you can both feel the rapid beating of your hearts through your shirts. however, you stand, gazing confidently at peter. he watches you as you lean right in like you were going to kiss him.

“mm maybe. you might just have to find out yourself,” your breathy words linger on his lips as you back away and casually get into the bed. you unfold the comforter and tuck yourself in, like you didn’t just give peter a semi-hard on in his pants.

suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside, alerting both of your heads to peer out through the window.

“my car!” flash cries so high-pitched and whiny, he probably woke up the entire neighborhood. peter isn’t surprised that one of the sorority girls destroyed his car because he deserved it. someone needed to humble him anyway. you both laugh behind the palm of your hands at flash’s girly scream.

with that, peter realizes that he has to go and that he no longer has any minutes to spare. flash, brad, and ned probably weren’t worried about peter while they were out-running the girls. but now that the girls had done the damage, the boys would soon realize peter’s absence.

“better hide your panties. this isn’t over,” peter walks over to the side of your bed and kisses your forehead delicately. he cracks open the window, turning to you with half his body out. with a wink from him and a gasp from you, he jumps down the two-story window without hesitation. your heart flutters at his gentle kiss that lingers on your skin, fingers pressed against the spot his lips last touched.

rain begins to splash on the glass as sprinkles of water drip into your room through the open window. you purposefully don’t close it, even when you know the carpet will get soaked throughout the night. you welcomed the idea that if peter wanted to come back, he could, simply by sneaking through the window the same way he left.

so many other thoughts cloud your mind, making you lie wide awake. you wondered if his heart was still thumping hastily like the rain pattering on your window and onto your floor. you wondered what he looked like when he was drenched in natural rain water. probably breathtakingly beautiful; soaking wet hair and a childish smile adorning his rosy face while he laughs wholeheartedly.

as you roll over to turn off your lamp with a wistful sigh, you remember that you never even got his number. while trying to guess which set of numbers fit peter parker the best, you fall asleep with a yearning heart, flapping its wings adoringly in your chest.

oh, god, you were down. and it was bad.

what you didn’t know was that peter was down too, but even worse than you.

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> landonorris ✔️: 😟

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kerrangmagazine: we had the opportunity to interview and photograph the one and only yn of mythic today! fans of black metal will immediately recognise her as she’s being hailed as the next household name in the black metal world and if you’re not a big fan you might know her from somewhere (or someone) quite different! pick up our latest issue to read all about it

oldf1lvr: OSCAR. PIASTRI. CAN. YOU. FIGHT?

ynln ✔️: it was an honour, thanks for having me in 🖤

oscarynlove: her tattoos are so cool… everything about her is so cool… i have a major girl crush me thinks 😩

oscarpiastri ✔️: great interview love ❤️

> ynln ✔️: thank you my sun 🖤

> landonorris ✔️: yeah, he only bought 10 copies of the magazine

> oscarpiastri ✔️: is there something wrong with supporting my beautiful, lovely, taltented, gorgeous girlfriend? and i have to give some to people on the grid

oscyn: she talks about oscar in the interview! more oscyn content 🥳

ynln: mythic had our very first concert in australia today! this show was extra special to me as it’s my lovely boyfriends homeland 🖤 i hope everyone who attended had a great time, osc sure did and he was sweet enough to surprise the band with pizza afterwards… cut into a pentagram… how cute is that? also featured is a picture of our guitarist, toki, in a trash can, where he belongs <3

oscarpastrylover: oscar just constantly being a supportive boyfriend makes my heart hurt, when will it be my turn?

oscarpiastri ✔️: amazing show love! i’m forever mesmerised by your performance ❤️

> ynln ✔️: thank you osc, i’m glad you had a good time, you looked hot in the paint

> landonorris ✔️: why are we allowing this woman to have access to social media when she says things like that?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: don’t be jealous now lando

iluvf1: the hand pic… yn ln you know exactly what you’re doing and i love it

danielricciardo ✔️: and i didn’t get an invite why?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: you did, but when yn mentioned the pigs blood to went pale and said you were actually busy that day

> danielricciardo ✔️: oh yeah, i was actually, my pet frog died and that was the day of the funeral, very unfortunate timing…

> oscarpiastri ✔️: 🙄

oscyn: yn being so soft with oscar is what makes me love her even more 💔

oscarpiastri: girlfriend appreciation post ❤️ a lot of people think you’re a little freaky and creepy but i think you’re just perfect, love you lots yn

ynln ✔️: thank you osc… love you more satan 🖤 but don’t worry, i am a little creepy

> oscarpiastri ✔️: well then i think creepy and freaky is just perfect ❤️ by the way my mum wants to have you over for dinner again soon

> ynln ✔️: anything for mama piastri 🖤

> oldf1lvr: oscar’s mom being the #1 oscyn shipper will always be absolutely adorable to me

lewishamilton ✔️: young love… you two never fail to make me feel old

> oscarpiastri ✔️: sorry not sorry mate!

oscyn: how anyone can say they aren’t the cutest couple on the grid is beyond me, they’re SO mismatched it’s adorable

landonorris ✔️: simp

> oscarpiastri ✔️: i’m not entertaining this 🙄

> ynln ✔️: can i gut him yet?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: i’m really considering letting you at this point…

> landonorris ✔️: i don’t fear your threats anymore, i saw you cuddling that stray cat that appeared on the grid

oscarpastrylove: this is so cute… she’s so cute… he’s so cute… they’re so cute 💔

charlesleclerc ✔️: perhaps it’s time to meet my future daughter in law…

❤️ liked by ynln and oscarpiastri

> iluvf1: charles hasn’t met her yet? lmao 😭

> landonorris ✔️: he’s scared of her

> charlesleclerc ✔️: i’m not scared of her… just cautious

oldf1lvr: my new favourite couple on the grid, i’m obsessed with them

ynln: boyfriend appreciation post 🖤 my sun, i never believed that opposites attract but here we are, i’ll love you for eternity

oscyn: *sigh* i don’t think i’ll ever find a love like theirs…

oscarpiastri ✔️: i’ll love you for longer ❤️

> ynln ✔️: impossible 🖤

loveuyn: so funny seeing all of yn’s past partners being the same style as her and now she��s dating the human equivalent of a golden retriever and she’s happier than ever

❤️ liked by ynln

landonorris ✔️: you guys make me SICK

> oscarpiastri ✔️: jealousy jealousy…

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The bunny's keeper - Chapter 2

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi, mentions of blood and violence, smut, pierced penis, foreplay, asking for consent.

In this chapter: Levi has a busy day with his side job with Erwin. Levi misses you after a day full of working so he goes over to yours and the two of you have sex for the first time as a couple.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started

Part 3

The texts Levi and you were exchanging were pure love and affection. It was hard not to contact each other, but you just adored each other. Even though Levi’s job was busy, he still made time for you. Saying I love you was on the tips of your tongues, but you were waiting for the right moment. Levi sent one last adoration text before going elbow-deep into a car again. He grabbed what appeared to be making a rattling sound, it was a tracking device. He knew the owner wasn’t going to be too happy.

Levi’s workshop did mostly help normal people, but they also did things for those in the criminal world. They would help people out linked to the criminal world, mainly because Erwin was starting a gang and Levi was his righthand man. He would help people out with their vehicles and charge them a bit extra, but by helping them they help Levi and Erwin in return.

He fiddled with the tracker and walked over to the woman who brought it in, she was the daughter of a well-known gang leader and someone Erwin intended to take out someday, but today Levi was helping her. The way her eyes sparkled as he approached made Levi uncomfortable, he only wanted you to look at him this way.

She smiled sweetly. “So?”

Levi showed her the device. “Someone was tracking you. Looks like it came loose and that’s what you heard rattling around.”

She pouted a bit. “My daddy won’t be happy about this.”

“Mm. Well, it is a good job I found it.”

She took the device. “I’m sure I can find out who put it there.”

“Sure.” He sighed. “Anyway, that’s everything. Head to reception to pay and I’ll get your car out.”

She trotted on her six-inch heels after Levi. “Um, Levi?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Something wrong?”

“Could I get your number? I want to take you out on a date.”

Levi stared at her for a while, he always found himself in these situations where women would ask him out and he never knew why. Levi never thought much of himself and he did understand some ladies liked bad boys, but he was rather popular. He wasn’t sure what this woman wanted from him. Levi knew what this type of woman liked and it was normally rich men who had just as much plastic surgery as she did, even though she was in her 20s.

He grabbed a cloth and released a long sigh. “No.”

She whined and pouted hard. “Why not!? I’m pretty and rich!”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Just because you think you’re that, doesn’t mean I think that.!

“You don’t think I’m pretty?”

He raised a brow. “No. I find my girlfriend pretty. She’s stunning and cute. I want to nibble her.”

She folded her arms. “I bet I’m better looking.”

“No, impossible. She’s the ultimate cute and sexy person.” He pointed to the door. “Reception is that way.”

“You!”

He waved over his shoulder at her as he walked away. Once his hands were clean, he moved her car to the front and passed her the keys. “Take care, miss.” He returned to the shop and raised the next car. He got to work right away fixing the underside of the car.

Smart shoes tapped on the floor and grew closer to Levi as he worked. It was easy for Levi to recognise who it was because of survival instincts, he had trained himself to recognise people’s footsteps so he knew if he needed to fight or not. These shoes belonged to his nearest and dearest of friends, Erwin.

He lowered his hands and sighed. “Afternoon, Erwin.”

Erwin smirked. “Afternoon. I saw a young lady leave here in a huff. You break her heart?”

Levi climbed out and cleaned his hands. “She asked for my number and I said no. She asked if she was pretty and I said my girlfriend was prettier. She was pissed.” He sighed. “She’s the daughter of that big-time gangster you’re planning to end, right?”

Erwin put his hands in his pockets. “You’re right. Wanna know why?”

“Sure. Would help.”

Erwin nodded his head towards the room in the back used for business. “He’s the number one producer of heroin in this city. You and I have seen how fucked up that drug is.”

Levi took a seat in the room and sighed. “My uncle’s friend passed after countless years of using. He was a walking corpse.”

“I’ve seen lives ruined, young people look old and people steal just to get money to get a hit.”

Levi sat back. “Killing him makes perfect sense.” He let out a long sigh. “I worry though. Getting rid of him is for the good of everyone, but at the same time I don’t know how Bunny will feel about me doing something like that.”

Erwin smiled at his friend. “Don’t worry, you won’t be doing the dirty work. I need you to train people, as well as make people talk. You’re skilled in self-defence and you can break a man easily.”

“I don’t think that is something I should be proud of.” He pulled his phone out after it vibrated. He smiled softly and texted you back. “I’m guessing you’re here because you want my help? If it is to hang out, that’s good.”

“Sorry to disappoint you. We can hang out this weekend, but today I need your help.”

“Money collection?”

Erwin smiled a little. “Money collection. I have also hunted down a nasty piece of shit that needs your gentle touch if you know what I mean.”

Levi cracked his knuckles. “What did he do?”

“He hurt a lot of good people. He likes to hurt women.”

Levi clenched his jaw. “Like my bunny?”

“Yes.”

Levi stood up. “Let’s go. I want to break his face in.”

Erwin led Levi out of the workshop as the team continued to work. “We have a few visits to do. You okay with that?”

Levi nodded. “Sure. I have nothing planned. You seeing your girlfriend later?”

“I am.” He smiled at Levi. “You?”

Levi blushed a little as he thought of you. “Yeah, she’s coming over. We’re talking about moving in together. My job is dangerous and keeping her close is good. Her housemate is becoming a right dick at the moment as well. They’re upset she has a boyfriend and they’re rarely home. Bunny has been in a few fights with her housemate about it and she’s had enough. We think it’d be good to move in together. I will suggest it.”

“I think it’s a good idea. Keep the people we care about close. After my father was betrayed by so many and my mother and I were at risk, he just moved here and kept us closer than ever for protection.”

“We need to be stronger so we can protect our pretty girlfriends.”

Erwin chuckled. “You’re right.” He pushed the door to the local butchers. “We’ll protect them.” He slipped into the shop and smiled at the owner. “Afternoon, how are you today?”

The owner smiled at Erwin. “I’m good, Mr Smith. Lovely to see you.” He opened a drawer before handing over an envelope full of cash. “Thank you for your help this month.”

“You’re welcome. You had any issues recently?” He started counting the cash as he waited.

The owner sighed. “Not that I can think of. Just some kids, but since Mr Ackerman has been coming to do rounds, we’ve been safe.”

Erwin chuckled. “It’s Levi’s scary look.”

Levi hummed. “I guess. You have my number just in case, right?”

The owner nodded. “I do.” He gasped. “I have something for you as a thank you for the little shits last week.” He moved around before handing over some meat wrapped up for Levi and Erwin. “I appreciate you both.”

“Thank you, this is kind of you.”

Erwin smiled. “I will enjoy cooking this tonight for my girlfriend. Call us anytime you need us.”

The two of them moved from shop to shop collecting money or dropping things off. Each person they spoke to had a bright smile and welcomed the two with open arms. Some even gave them gifts along with the money. After doing their normal rounds and dropping in on new potential clients, they finally made their way to where Erwin had hunted down.

Erwin paused in front of the restaurant. “The guy is in the back here. The team here hate him, so they are helping us.”

Levi hummed as he looked at the building. “Tch, this place is filthy.”

“We can’t all be clean like you.”

Levi followed Erwin inside. “I’m not that clean.”

Erwin laughed. “You are very clean, but I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.”

“It sounded like it.”

Erwin walked with Levi and waved at the owner. “Well, I apologise if it came across as that. I think it’s good you are clean, I am just saying that others don’t have that strong of a virtue.”

Levi stood in the kitchen and saw the grease on the walls. “Tch, you’re right.”

Erwin held back the urge to vomit. “I wish more people were like you.” He glanced at Levi. “You ready to grab this guy and go?”

“Yep.”

Erwin flicked his gaze to the owner and waited for him to unlock a door. “Thank you.” He walked into the room and saw a skinny dirty man sitting in the corner on a stained mattress. “Hello, Mr Williams. I’ve finally tracked you down.”

Mr Williams cowered into his corner. “A-Are you here to he-help?”

Erwin put his hands in his pockets and chuckled. “Nope. I’m here because you can’t run from your past.” He smiled as Levi stormed closer to Mr Williams. “You hurt a lot of women, many of whom are recently protected by me. I look after my people. They’re my family.”

Mr Williams started crying as Levi grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him. “I-I’m sorry!”

Erwin sighed. “A simple sorry won’t do. You took so much from these women. You think a sorry will fix that?” Erwin leaned against the wall and folded his arms. “Besides, my friend here Levi knows very well that this sorry is only coming from you due to fear of being hurt.” He pulled his phone out. “Levi? Do your best.”

The sound of bones cracking and breaking filled the room. Screams of a terrified man rang out and echoed off the dirty walls. Blood and teeth flew across the floor, but the damage done to this man was not enough. For a moment, Erwin glanced up to see Levi’s hair was messy and he was breaking a small sweat, but that was mainly due to the room being hot and stuffy. The cries started to become gargled and then muffled, meaning Mr Williams was fully destroyed by Levi’s rage.

Erwin sent his girlfriend a loving text before slipping his phone into his pocket. “Levi.”

Levi dropped Mr Williams onto the floor. “What next?”

“Police will take him. I have a contact there and he’s waiting for him.”

Levi grabbed the man’s ankle and dragged him across the floor. “He going to be okay with him being fucked up?”

Erwin chuckled. “He’s expecting it. I wouldn’t be surprised if the police did something. One of the survivors of this man is linked to the police.”

Levi growled. “Tch, he’s so fucked.”

“You can say that again.” He led the way out and saw a black car waiting with a man leaning up against it. “Detective.”

The man lowered his glasses. “Mr Smith, good to see you. You have the trash for me?”

Levi dragged Mr Williams over. “Here is the walking garbage for you.”

The detective looked down at the man. “You did a number on him.” He glanced at Levi’s hands. “Little tip for you, seeing as you are young now and you will be doing this a lot for Mr Smith and me, wear leather gloves or something close to protect your knuckles.”

Levi looked at his cut and bloodied knuckles. “You’re right.”

“Could also protect you in case the person you’re punishing has a blood disease.” He kicked Mr Williams making him groan. “This little shit is clean, which is lucky for you.”

Levi released a long sigh. “Good. Thank you for the tip.”

The detective watched his partner drag Mr Williams into the back of the car. “I owe you both for this. This little shit was like a rat for years.” He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Erwin. “You know the police don’t like gangs, but you’re the only one that seems to want to go good. So, I can see us getting along really well.”

Erwin took the money and put it in his pocket. “Me too. We’ll be in touch.”

The detective bowed his head. “You bet. Have a nice evening, gentlemen.”

Erwin waved to them before turning to Levi. “You can head home now.”

Levi hummed. “I need to check on my workshop first.”

Erwin turned on his heels and started walking. “Very dedicated of you, but there is a very lonely girlfriend in an apartment who would probably love to nurse you to health.”

A tingle surged through Levi when he thought about you looking after him. “Mm…I’ll be fast at work.”

Erwin chuckled as he watched Levi speed-walk to his shop. “You going to hers?”

“I am.” Levi walked over to his receptionist and checked the records. “Anything I need to know?”

She shook her head. “Nothing really, you’ve had good sales today.”

“Good.”

Erwin leaned on the desk and looked it over. “Looking good, Levi. Seems like you’re making more and more money.”

Levi closed the books and sighed. “We’re scraping by.”

Erwin smiled. “Give it time, Levi.” He pulled back and walked with Levi out of the workshop. “Speaking of money.” Erwin pulled out an envelope and counted some money. “Here.”

Levi took it and felt his cheeks burning. “This is too much.”

“Levi, the money you’ll get from me will only increase more and more over the years.”

Levi smiled a little. “I just want to help people and punish the bad. Plus, the money I get will all be used to make my sweet girlfriend comfortable and happy.” He sighed. “Speaking of, I think I’ll buy her something on my way home. She deserves the best.”

Erwin looked at his watch. “Most places will be closed. What are you thinking?”

“Flowers.”

“You can always collect some.”

Levi thought about it for a moment. “I know just the place to grab some.” He waved to Erwin. “See you later.”

He changed his clothes before climbing onto his bike and driving through the city. He stopped at a park right near your apartment full of flowers and saw no one was around. He climbed off and gathered a big bouquet before going into the small corner shop. He bought all the snacks you liked before going into the lift and up to your floor. Excitement bubbled inside Levi, he just wanted to cuddle and kiss you all night.

He knocked on your door and stared at your roommate. Levi said your name as he stared. “I’m here for her.”

Your roommate folded his arms. “I know who you are and why you’re here. I don’t want you here.”

“Tough shit. I’m here for my girlfriend, not you. I won’t be in your part of the apartment, only hers.”

He snarled at Levi. “You’re a criminal.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Fuck sake.”

“She’s my roommate. She’s mine.”

“Yours?” Levi’s brow raised. “That’s a bold claim.”

“Look, she doesn’t want you here, so leave.”

You hurried over with a bright smile. “Levi! Hi! I heard your bike.” You grabbed Levi’s hand and gave him a strained smile. “Come with me.”

Levi stumbled behind you. “Sure.”

You pulled him into your room and closed the door behind you. “I have slippers for you in here.”

Levi slipped his shoes off and put on the slippers waiting for him. He looked up and saw you but a bolt on the door and a chain. “Bunny?”

You turned and gazed at him. “Mm?”

He reached over and caressed your cheek. “Does your roommate scare you?”

You gulped hard. “He concerns me.”

“Want me to break him?”

You hummed a laugh. “No, it’s okay. I plan on moving out soon, I just need to find a cheap place.”

Levi blushed hard. “You could live with me.”

Your cheeks burned. “Only if you want me.”

He put his bag and flowers down before cupping your face. “Of course, I want you. I always want you.” He tilted his head and kissed you. “I love and adore you.”

Your eyes widened. “You love me?”

He nodded. “So much.”

You crashed your lips against his. “I love you too.”

He hugged you tightly as he whined. “I’m so glad.” He pulled back as he smiled. “I have things for you.”

You giggled as he grabbed a bag and the flowers. “Thank you.”

“I got you flowers and umm some snacks.”

A tingle went through your body. “You’re so sweet.” You noticed his knuckles were cut up. “Grumpy! What happened here?”

He studied his hands. “I uh…cut them up at work.”

“Poor grumpy.” You took the flowers and put them in a vase quickly before holding Levi’s hands and pulling him into your private bathroom. “Let me clean them and patch them up.”

He felt happy that you were making such a fuss over him. “Thank you, Bunny.”

You patted his hands dry and inspected. “I’ll get my first aid kit.”

Levi stumbled behind you and followed you into your bedroom. “You don’t need to make a fuss of me.”

You sat on your bed and opened your kit. “I want to.” You patted the bed. “Because I love you.”

He blushed hard before sitting down. Those three words went right to his heart, he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you his hands and watched you work. “Mm. You’re delicate.”

You wrapped his hands up and kissed them. “All better.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “Thank you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Levi.”

Tension filled the air as your hearts raced. The two of you had kissed and held each other for a month and a half, but that was all you did. Now you knew you loved each other there was this desire in you, but Levi had a slight fear because he was a little different than most men when he was naked. It wasn’t the muscles he had, but something else.

Levi tilted his head and softly said your name against your lips. “I umm…”

You placed your hand on his thigh and massaged. “Mm?”

He gulped hard as your hand moved closer to his penis. “Y-You.”

“If you want me to stop, I will.”

He placed his hand on yours. “I have piercings.”

You stared at Levi. “I know.”

He whined a little. “No, I have piercings you haven’t seen yet.”

You pulled back and noticed him glance down to his crotch. “Oh…can I see?”

Levi gasped a little. “You want to see?”

You nodded. “I do.” You smiled brightly at him. “If we are going to have sex right now, then I will need to see it.”

A rush of pleasure and excitement went through him. “You want…you…”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “If you’re too nervous, I’ll show you my boobs.”

Levi stared at your chest. “I would love to see them.”

You giggled at his reaction. It was understandable that he was nervous because it wasn’t normal that men had their dicks pierced, but you loved the idea of it because you knew it was going to rub your g-spot just right. You dragged your hoodie and strap top up and over your head to show Levi your breasts nicely held in your bra.

Levi shivered. “So beautiful.”

You blushed a bit. “Where do you want me?”

He clambered across the bed until he was sat at the top, his back against the headboard. “Here?”

You crawled over to him and then straddled his lap. “Nice and slow, okay? If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

He let out a long sigh. “I want this. I want you.”

“I want you too.” You took his hand and placed it on your breast. “You can touch me. If you want, I can take my bra off.”

His cheeks prickled pink. “Please.”

You reached behind you and undid your bra before slipping it off and tossing it to the floor. “They’re not perky, but I know you don’t care.”

He reached over and gripped both. “They’re wonderful.” He squeezed them a little. “Soft, warm and big.” He moved and massaged them slowly as if they were fascinating to him and he’d never seen a pair before. He ran his thumb over your nipple and glanced at your face to see you mewl in delight. “Sensitive.”

You shivered in delight. “I am.”

He licked his lips. “Can I lick them?”

“Yes.”

He dragged his pierced tongue up your breast and flicked your nipple. He opened his mouth and took your nipple into his mouth and sucked. He moved his tongue over your peak to tease you as much as possible. He glanced up at you and smiled at you causing you to blush. He pushed his hand down your body to the band of your jogging bottoms. He played slowly with your sensitive skin.

You massaged your fingers in his hair. “You can touch me more.”

He dragged his tongue against you. “Thank you for giving consent.” He pushed his hand down and began moving his fingers against your pussy lips. “You’re so warm and wet.”

You shivered as his hot breath against your skin. “I’ve been thinking about you so much.”

He moved his fingers against your clit as he purred. “Me too. I’ve been dreaming of you.”

You rolled your hips against his hand as you lightly panted. “Love me like you do in your dreams.”

He playfully bit your breast before sucking a mark. “I intend to.” He pushed two fingers slowly into your pussy. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet.” He rubbed your clit with his thumb. “You’re so pretty.”

You moved a little faster against Levi as you felt your coil tighten. A rush of pleasure burned through you as Levi caressed your body. The way his tongue moved against your nipple and his fingers deep in you was electrifying. You yanked his face against your chest and panted in pleasure. Your toes squeezed tightly as you felt your orgasm rushing closer. You yanked Levi’s face against you more and hugged him a little as you let go.

You moaned as you felt a rush and a euphoric release. “Levi.”

He blushed as your walls spasmed around his fingers. He popped his mouth from your breast and admired your orgasmic face. “So pretty.” He smiled a little before kissing you. “I love you.”

You panted and hummed. “I love you.”

He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. “Can I eat you?”

Your cheeks burned. “Mm, yes, but only if you want to.”

He lifted you and turned on the bed. “I really do.” He lay you on your back and admired you. “You are so cute.” He gripped the top of your jogging bottoms and panties. “I just love you so much.” He dragged both off you and tossed them to the floor. “Fuck.”

You giggled as he gazed at your naked body. “I’d look better if you were naked too.”

Levi whipped his top off and threw it. He panted as his muscles flexed and he felt a rush of excitement inside him. “Do you have condoms? I have some in my pocket.”

You nodded. “I do, but I am on the implant.”

He gazed at you. “I’ll get a-.”

You pressed your fingers on his lips. “I trust that you’re healthy and clean. I want to feel you, all of you and the implant will do its job.” You nibbled your lip. “If you don’t want to, we can use a condom.”

He gulped hard. “I uh…I want to try w-without. I’ve never tried without before.”

“Nor have I, but I want it badly with you.” You felt heat fill your cheeks. “I hope I feel good.”

He undid his belt and then pulled his trousers and boxers off as he spoke. “I know you’ll be incredible, my bunny.” He paused a moment. “I hope you’re not scared.”

You looked down at his throbbing erection and marvelled at how beautiful he was. He was thick with a pretty vein wrapping around him. The tip was a kissable pink. The first piercing on him was on the underside near his tip, it was a pretty bar going through the skin with little balls on the end. The other was on the top part and went through the ridge and was known as dydoe or king’s crown. Both piercings were going to add extra pleasure to you.

You pawed at Levi’s chest. “Can we skip the eating and get to the fucking? I want to feel you inside me.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “I want that too, but uh…”

You cupped Levi’s face. “How about next time you can devour me for as long as you like.”

Levi perked up with a sparkle in his eyes. “Please. I want that.”

You hummed a laugh. “Will you let me devour you?”

He blushed. “You want to suck my dick?”

“If you let me.”

He pushed your legs apart and massaged them. “I would like to try.” He leaned over you and kissed you. “Are you sure about this? About me?”

You reached down and lightly wrapped your hand around his erection causing him to quickly suck air between his teeth. “You’re so warm.” You moved your hand up and down on him. “I want you, Levi. I adore you. Every inch of you.”

He shivered at your touch. “Bunny.”

You ran him up and down yourself before pressing him slowly into you. “Levi, please.”

He pressed his hand onto your pelvis and moved his thumb against your clit causing you to purr with pleasure. “Just to warn you, feeling both piercings will be weird at first.”

You giggled. “I’m excited and ready for you.”

You gasped as he slowly sank his cock into you. There was a mixture of sensations inside you. The thickness of his cock was incredible because he stretched you just the right amount and not too much. The piercings caressed and popped past pleasure points inside you causing you to buck and mewl in delight. It was incredible how he was making you feel just by pushing his cock deep into you. The length was perfect too, it wasn’t big at all, and it was just the right amount to feel you and touch you where you needed it. His cock was the perfect one that you could just take over and over.

As every inch of Levi moved into you he had to grip the sheets below your head to contain himself. He’d never gone deep into a woman before without a condom. This was special though because this was you. There was something so addictive and intoxicating about you. The way you wrapped around him and dragged his cock in made him feel so desirable and sexy. He was in awe of you, your body was just divine and perfect. The two of you fit together so perfectly. Levi was a little worried about how long he was going to last due to how good you felt. He was going to make sure you came at least once with his cock and then hope he could get a second in, but he wasn’t sure. You were both young and each other’s second sexual partner, so there was a lot of fun learning ahead.

Levi tangled his fingers into your hair. “Are you okay? Does it feel bad?”

You shivered. “You’re incredible.” You wrapped your arms around Levi and gripped his back. “Your cock is so perfect.” You smiled at him. “You fit me so wonderfully.”

He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay. I have worried about this so much.”

“You are so sweet.”

He kissed you and hummed. “You’re much sweeter.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. “Can I move?”

You shivered at his hot breath and deep voice. “Please do.”

He dragged some of his cock back before plunging in and made sure to angle his hips just a little. A smile spread over his lips when your walls clenched him and the sweetest, yet sexiest moan escaped you. He moved slow and deep into you causing your body to tingle with pleasure. It was passionate and loving like he was trying to feel every single inch of you. Plus, he was still a little worried that you might suddenly hate his pierced cock. However, you seemed to have pleasure written all over your face. He had to just admire how cute and sexy you looked under him.

You purred in delight before wrapping your legs around Levi’s hips. You dragged your nails across his muscular back and loved how his muscles moved under your fingers. As Levi was admiring your body you were taking in every single inch of him. The pink tinge on his cheeks was adorable and the wide pupils made him look like a hungry beast. When he noticed you were staring at him so lovingly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle causing you to blush all over your body. There was something so arousing about him being balls deep inside you, smiling and chuckling.

Levi pressed his lips against yours and hummed. “You’re so adorable watching me like that.”

You turned your head a little. “Mm, you are just so handsome.” You moaned as he rolled his hips a little harder and deeper. “A-Ah, mm you feel so good.”

He caressed your cheek and turned your head. “You’re incredible.” He kissed you roughly before biting your lip. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and growled as your tongues moved together. He gripped you tighter and pressed his body fully against yours, meaning he could feel your incredible breasts against his chest. He pulled back for a moment just to praise you. “I love you so much.”

You leaned your head back and mewled. “I love you too.”

Levi dragged his tongue up your neck before sucking a mark right over your voice box. He smiled when he felt the vibration of your moan against his lips. “So perfect. Your body is amazing.”

You gasped as he moved his hips faster causing his tip and piercings to drag and press against your G-spot. “A-Ah, fuck.” You dug your nails into his back. “Mm!” Your legs started to shake a little as the pleasure that was a warming soft feeling was now becoming loud and explosive. “I’m mm…Levi.”

Levi kissed your neck and nibbled. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He bit your jawline as he kept moving against you. “Anything for you.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. “Little up and faster.” You cried out when you felt the most pleasure you have ever felt. You slapped your hand over your mouth and moaned loudly over and over. You felt flustered that this man could do this to you and you didn’t want your roommate to hear. “Just like that.”

Levi gripped the bedsheets as your walls fluttered around you. He grunted and moaned as he pushed you closer to your orgasm. Levi knew he wasn’t going to last because being deep inside you was just too addictive and good. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. He kissed you over and over as he focused on making you cum first before he lost himself in your body. He made sure that his pelvis rubbed against your clit so you got as much pleasure as possible.

You turned your head and playfully bit Levi’s neck making him moan in pleasure. “I love you, Levi.” Your legs shook as you felt on the cusp of an orgasm. You bit Levi again ad sucked hard causing a big lovebite to appear. You clenched up and felt the pop and then a rush of pleasure. You released his neck and moaned in delight as your orgasm burned through your body. “Mm.”

Levi grunted and panted as your walls massaged him. He tapped his forehead against the bed and pressed in deep as he came hard. He moaned as he felt his cum enter you. “F-Fuck.”

You shivered in delight as you felt him release a big load inside you. “Levi. Mm. This is incredible.” You panted and smiled at him when he pulled back. “Can we do this again?”

Levi blushed. “I would love to. It feels really good.”

You caressed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He turned his head and kissed your hand. He hugged you tightly and dragged himself out of you. He held you closer and whined. “Mine.”

You giggled in delight as you cuddled with your man. “Yours.”

He pulled back a bit. “I promise next time I’ll last longer.”

You blushed a bit. “I think this was perfect, Levi. It was better than anything I’ve had before.”

Levi’s eyes sparkled. “Really? You are the best too.” He kissed you and sighed.

You wiggled a little and got comfy. “Mm, sorry to break the sweet moment, but do you want something to eat? I’m a bit hungry.”

Levi chuckled. “I can make something. I got meat today from a butcher.” He climbed off the bed and yanked his boxers on.

You sat up and pulled the blanket at the end of your bed up against your chest. “You buy it?”

“I was gifted it.”

You smiled. “Because you fixed his car?”

Levi stiffened a little knowing you had no idea about the gangster things he did for Erwin. “Yeah, I helped him out big time.”

“You’re amazing.”

He saw you had your own little kitchen area to cook, which showed him how much you tried to avoid your roommate. He opened the window and started cooking. “Thanks. So, do you want to move in soon?”

You smiled sweetly. “I would love to.”

He glanced over at you and smiled. “We’ll get you safely to mine, I promise.”

You nibbled your lip as you felt excited. “I can’t wait. Mm, this smells so good. I’m so hungry.”

Levi walked over and kissed you. “I hope you enjoy what I make for you, my cute little bunny.”

“I know I will.” You lightly touched his abs. “Maybe after eating we can have more sex?”

He blushed a little. “Yes. I’d love that.”

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If I Get My Way | 08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

Keeho & Jungwon’s Valentine’s Morning

A/N: This isn’t proofread but I’ve re-written it a couple times before. It was supposed to be posted with chapter 8 but I’ve been so busy lately. I’ll try to get the next few chapters out because I wanted to get at least the first 10 out before March.

Jungwon was tired and bored out of his mind while he and Wonbin set up for the morning shift at a local cat cafe called MeOw’s. Usually he’d be on the afternoon shift but he switched shifts with his coworker Yeji so she could spend the morning with her girlfriend (his close friend) Ryujin before their big date later tonight.

In his humble opinion he’d rather say he was forced and blackmailed into this by his friend Ryujin but deep down he knows regardless he would’ve done this because his friend’s happiness is his.

Anyways his only company was Wonbin another rich kid who goes to SM University but got a job at MeOw’s for fun. It’s not like Jungwon didn’t like him or anything if anything he liked Wonbin too much. Today was Valentine’s Day and Jungwon already existing feelings seemed to multiply around Wonbin.

The problem? Wonbin has a boyfriend who’s obviously not Jungwon.

While lost in groggy thought while watching Wonbin feed their pretty cats in the separate room with glass doors and windows showing off the dining area with the cafe’s furry friends. There was a separate room from the workers open space work area behind the desk, only a few cats were allowed in that part of the building (mainly the short hairs).

By the time 6am rolled around both Jungwon and Wonbin were in close proximity behind the counter ready and waiting for customers. Before they knew it they fell into an easy routine when the door chimed once more, this time with a pretty blond guy coming in.

The blond was intriguing to Jungwon so much so he seemingly forgot about his feelings for Wonbin and was now experiencing what could only be described as love at first sight… well until the handsome boy made it to the counter and he was hit with the smell of weed.

Jungwon could feel the headache starting, he absolutely hated the smell of weed. Now looking in the handsome boys eyes he could see how red they were.

Blondie gasped, “I didn’t know they let giant cats make coffee and work the register!”

“Since when did giant cats who walk on two legs exist? Science is AMAZING!”

Jungwon couldn’t help but cringe one because of the boys loudness and two because of his calling him a giant cat. “Hi, welcome to MeOw’s what can I get for you this morning?”

Blondie just giggles at Jungwon in response while staring at him weirdly.

“Uhm sir…?”

More giggles, “I didn’t know cats could talk!”

“Sir, what can I get you to drink?”

“Oh right! Thank you Mr. Cat uh—“, the boy trailed off staring at the menu trying to figure what it even said. Truth be told Blondie aka Keeho had never been here before. He just went to the first place he stumbled across coming back from Yeonjun’s apartment after their smoke sesh.

Jungwon was growing rather impatient and annoyed with the boy but he forced his customer service smile to stay put, despite him taking forever and holding up the now forming line.

“Can I get a LARGE hot chocolate with vanilla and whipped cream! Extra whipped cream!”, the boy said excitedly.

“Okay, will that be all sir?”

“Ooo! I’m hungry! Can I have——”, and now the boy was pointing at literally every pastry in the display cabinet.

“Alright and what’s your name sir?”

The blond boy looked shocked, “My name is —“, he started mumbling to himself, “right my name is Stephen!”

“Alright Stephen, please have a seat anywhere you’d like and we’ll have your order out soon!”, Jungwon smiled to which the blond burst into another fit of shy laughter.

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After a while Wonbin finished Stephen’s hot chocolate and Jungwon finished grabbing all the treats for the blond. Wonbin complained about it being too far for him to deliver the order to Stephen (in reality he just wanted to text his boyfriend Sohee back), begging Jungwon to just do it for him. Normally they wouldn’t hand deliver but the place wasn’t that packed given the time and what day it was, so it was a courtesy to their customers from time to time.

Begrudgingly Jungwon took the order out to the weed guy who was currently cuddling four of their cats at once while cooing at them, telling them how it was okay he wouldn’t tell their secret since he knew they could talk too since the “giant cat” told him. Oddly enough Jungwon couldn’t help but find the stinky headache inducing boy cute.

“Here you go Steph!”

At the call of his nickname Keeho locked eyes with Jungwon and giggled again saying a quiet thank you.

Quickly that same boy pulled out his phone and tried but failed to discreetly take photos of Jungwon, which should’ve made him uncomfortable but he found it endearing.

The rational part of his mind was telling him this man was psychotic but again he found it somewhat flattering, maybe it was because it was a day for love or a form of pretty privilege. Either way he didn’t care much.

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Not long after Jungwon and Wonbin had started serving a few more customers and the place filled out a little.

It wasn’t packed by any means but there were a few more people there and not just the high off his ass Stephen. Jungwon also had watched as the blond scarfed down every pastry in his sight and he was now slightly scared of the feral beast.

Not even more than 3 minutes had passed since he gave the weed guy his order before Keeho made his way back to the front and directly towards Jungwon.

Mimi a white Ragdoll was currently asleep on the counter next to Jungwon when Keeho stumbled and tripped over his own two feet which startled the cat of whom jumped off the counter and charged Keeho while hissing. Dignity lost in the wind the boy started screaming and jumped on the counter nearly stepping on the register and Jungwon’s hands.

Patrons were staring and the Won boys stared in horror before Jungwon sprung into action trying to calm the screaming boy down and coax him off the counter. Which backfired because then the blond started projectile vomiting on him.

Now Jungwon was screaming and Wonbin was horrified and nearly throwing up himself. Finally Jungwon snapped and yelled at the boy to get down to which he did, as he was scolding the blond Wonbin decided to help the situation by trying to defuse the tension.

Keeho in his current state hated the fact that the new love of his life was yelling at him and that he threw up on him started crying. Now Jungwon felt bad and so did Wonbin.

Gently Wonbin started asking if Keeho would like to sit down and if they could calm someone for him. Keeho just forked over his phone to Wonbin and much to his surprise Wonbin found his friend Anton’s number on the phone and called it.

Jungwon was now working on calming the stoner down when Keeho revealed he was broke. At this point it felt like god was testing Jungwon.

He lunged at Keeho and Wonbin who was on the phone with Anton had to tell Ant to hold on while he dealt with something, that being grabbing a hold of Jungwon preventing him from killing Keeho.

In the mist of that struggle randomly the stoner says, “Wow you’re really hot”, to Jungwon which stops the murderous boy in his tracks. Wonbin then answers the phone once again and told him he also had to pay Keeho’s bill and to come quick for him.

So much happened in less than 5 minutes and both Wons were over Valentine’s Day and the morning shift.

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

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hairstevington · 1 year

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mysterious ways (Steddie Week 2023)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Hello all! I am participating in Steddie week this year, and I am doing a seven part series reflecting each of the seven prompts. Thank you @steddie-week for the challenge! I will only have this first part on Tumblr, but will post the next six chapters each day on Ao3, so follow along over there if you're into it! :)

Summary: Steve feels lonely after the earthquake. Somewhere deep in the Upside Down, new life is born. (Prompts: Hunger - Pining - Somebody to Love by Queen)

WC: 1.4K (each part is going to be pretty short I think)

Warnings: Kas!Eddie/Steve, canon universe post-season 4, pining, angst, a bit darker than my usual fare but not by much, PS this fic will have a happy ending because all my fics do lol

A/N: I wasn't planning on doing Steddie week because I'm going through a bit of a tough time right now but I randomly felt inspired today, so I'm giving it a go. Shout out to @skjachukson for requesting Kas Eddie, I have a feeling I'll be writing him more after this lmao

Sometimes, when things are at their worst, Steve can shrug and say, “hey - it’s not the end of the world.”

Of course, in Hawkins, it often is the end of the world. So now, Steve has no idea what to tell himself.

His hometown, which - let’s be real - was never that glamorous, is now in shambles. After the “earthquake,” almost everyone fled, which was valid. The ones who stayed were mainly those who’d been directly involved, or those who have nowhere else to go. Many people lost everything, and Steve tries to give back where he can - they all do - but a lot of the time he’s just sad.

His hometown was split in four, and all of his friends are in love.

Steve feels so dumb for even caring, but he does. All he ever wanted was to be loved, really, and he’s gotten the short end of the stick the last few years. He used to feel on top of the world, and now he’s - well, he had been in the Upside Down, which was probably as close as he could get to the literal opposite of the top of the world.

His friends found happiness where they could - mostly through crushes and girlfriends and boyfriends. Steve doesn’t have any of that right now. He doesn’t even know where to look. Everything around him is sad.

Robin and Vickie had bonded over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, of all things. Since then, she’s been volunteering every chance she can with Vickie. Steve joins too, sometimes, but he feels very much like a third wheel.

Some random dude with incredible hair and an even more incredible name (seriously, who names their kid Argyle?) showed up with Mike, Will, El, and Jonathan in a pizza van. A day later, the guy decided to drive back to Utah to visit his one true love or something. A woman with an equally badass name - Eden.

Steve wasn’t surprised when Dustin wanted to join, because apparently Eden lives with Suzie. Still, Steve was baffled by the whole thing. Usually, some sort of alarm would go off in his head about his surrogate little brother going on a road trip with a stoner, but Argyle seemed nice enough.

Although, he did unironically use the word “brochacho,” and Steve didn’t really know how he felt about that.

Steve knew Dustin was taking - uh, things - super hard, and so Steve encouraged any sort of break for the guy. Visiting Suzie seemed like the perfect way for Dustin to decompress, especially after what happened.

So, Dustin took off. Robin’s busy. Steve is too mortified to even look at Nancy after he’d basically professed his love for her and she brutally rejected him and stayed with Jonathan. Lucas spends all of his time with Max. El and Mike are inseparable.

That leaves Will. Steve doesn’t know Will that well, but he’s so lonely he doesn’t care if he comes off desperate or weird or whatever.

Steve shows up at the Byers’ residence one Saturday morning, looking like a total dork. Hopper answers the door, even though Steve would have far preferred Joyce. She’s less, uhhh -

“Steve?” Hopper asks, gruffly. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um - I’m looking for -”

“Is that Steve?” a familiar voice calls from the living room.

Ah, shit.

“Hey, uh, Nancy,” Steve says, giving a small wave.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, joining Hopper at the door.

“No, I -” Steve sighs. He’s mortified to even be in this situation. It was such a stupid plan in the first place. “I’m looking for Will. Is Will here?”

“Umm, yeah,” Nancy responds, retreating back into the house to presumably get her boyfriend’s little brother.

“What do you need Will for?” Hopper asks, suspiciously.

“Jeez, relax, Sheriff,” Steve replies. “I just wanted to talk to him. I’m the babysitter, remember?”

This explanation seems good enough for Hopper, even though Steve hasn’t really interacted with Will much prior to this. Not directly, anyway. He’d let the kids in to see movies for free back when he worked at Scoops, but that was it.

After a full thirty seconds of awkward, painful silence, Will comes to the door.

“Hey, kid,” Steve says. Hopper and the others had thankfully walked away to give them some privacy. “Do you - do you want to go to the music store with me?”

Will stares at him blankly for a moment, then shouts to the others behind him.

“Mom! I’ll be back later!”

Steve smiles, triumphantly.

“Okay, have fun!” Joyce’s voice rings from somewhere in the house. “Be home by 5 for dinner!”

“You got it, Mrs. Byers!” Steve yells into the void. “Okay, let’s go.”

Will hurriedly walks out of the house and shuts the door behind him, then sighs in relief.

“Thank god you’re here,” he says. “All the couples are driving me crazy.” Steve chuckles.

“You and me both.”

Will turns out to be excellent company. He has good taste in music, and he’s funny. A little nerdy, like Dustin, but much quieter about it. They get along great, and end up spending a few hours together.

“My brother said he’d be there for me, and now he’s back to spending all his time with Nancy,” Will complains.

“Yeah, well Nancy broke my heart into a million pieces, so,” Steve replies.

Then, they riff on how annoying Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship is for a while. They aren’t saying anything out of genuine dislike for either party, but it’s still some much needed venting. Steve listens to Will talk about Mike and El, and that’s when he picks up on some things in between the lines.

Maybe having a gay best friend makes him better at detecting that sort of thing.

They pick out a bunch of music and listen to it as they drive around for a while. They both are big fans of Queen, so they blast that first. They get a little too into singing along to Somebody to Love, but neither of them poke fun at the other for it. As much as Steve and Dustin tease each other, and as much as he complains about being the babysitter, Steve loves these kids with all his heart. All of them, even the ones he doesn’t know as well, like Will. He would do anything to protect them. He’d done quite a bit already.

He drops Will off before dinner as promised, then heads home. It’s only after he passes by Forest Hills that he starts to think about Things again. The Things that he tries to suppress. The Things that bubble beneath the surface at any given moment.

The Things that led up to the Earthquake. He isn’t ready to think about them. Not yet, maybe not ever.

So yes, it’s far easier to reach out to other people who understand, and to cling to them as long as he can. And then he goes home, and instead of letting his mind drift to those dark places, he starts singing Queen under his breath.

It’s stupid. It won't fix anything. But still, the need is there.

All he wants is somebody to love.

Hawkins has begun to crack open, and soon what lay beneath will rise.

It’s a dark place - somewhere that’s always on the verge of a storm. The energy in the air is thick with dread and impending doom. The creatures that live there are something that people may cast off as fictional, because their eyes aren’t open yet to how terrifying and big the world really is.

Monsters, of all kinds. Some who had once been human, some who prey on humanity. Evil forces that keep kids awake at night. Forces that their parents insist are in their imagination.

How foolish to think an imagination could be so vivid. Then again, perhaps imagination is what created this place to begin with. It could also be what sustains it.

A flash of lightning. Bats scattering.

There’s a body somewhere in the fog, going through a transformation. Wings, teeth, and hunger. It takes several days for the body to resemble its altered form - one of strength, intimidation, and a deeply-rooted instinct for evil.

Once complete, the body gasps in its new life. The soul of a tortured boy once occupied this space, but now there’s something else within him too - something ancient.

Eddie Munson’s glowing eyes snap open.

He’s starving.

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Just One Day

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, talks of abandonment, tiny bit of angst if you squint but not really. This is all of the fluff, the fluffiest of them all. It’s the cutest, it’s so cute it’s nauseating.

Word Count: 6.7k-ish ( I am SO sorry it’s a little long but it needed to be)

Summary: It’s holiday time! Reader is an owner of a small boutique. A handsome stranger walks by her shop every morning, they start to talk and he tells her he doesn’t enjoy this time of year, she asks him to give her one day to change his mind.

A/N: This is based off of an ask from my sweet sweet Lily @munsonownsmyass She asked for Christmas fluff and that is exactly what she is getting. It is all the Christmas fluff wrapped into one fic. You wanted a hallmark movie? Well a hallmark movie you shall have! Now, I tried to find out what time of year it was that Billy’s mother left him at the fire station but I couldn’t find it anywhere so I just made it so it was at Christmas time and since it’s my story, I do what I want 😆. I really hope you all like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The countdown to Christmas had officially started today, the day after Thanksgiving, also known as Black Friday. Shoppers were out and about early that morning, customers in and out of your little boutique shopping for gifts, and this time of year it was hard to keep items in stock.

Your little shop was doing very well considering it was New York City, the home of Dillard’s, Bergdorf Goodman, and Bloomingdale’s. Maybe it was because your shop had a lot of items that weren’t necessarily mainstream style, they were unique.

Clothing pieces were mainly black or white, you carried a lot of jewelry that you called “toned down rock star,” most of the pieces had studs or rivets on them, dainty skull necklaces and earrings were all over the counter and in the glass cases, and fairy lights hung around mirrors and in the display window.

It was a combination of rock and femininity, leather and lace, and you were very proud of what you had built. Your hard work was paying off.

Before opening earlier that morning, you had been busy changing up your display window when he walked by. He was dressed in a dark gray suit, long winter coat, scarf wrapped around his neck and carrying a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but stare at the man’s beautiful deep brown eyes, they looked like two polished pieces of black onyx, his dark brown, almost black, hair was perfectly styled and he had a short well-groomed beard.

He smiled as he walked past you decorating your window, that perfect smile. He was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on and he was smiling at you.

The following week, he walked by every day and at the same time, 7:45 sharp. You thought he must be a man of routine and always so punctual. The suits were always different but the smile never was, his smile was always the same as it was every day—perfect, and you always knew what time it was when he walked by.

On an early December morning, you were busy trying to move some items from the store floor to the display window and completely lost track of the time. It wasn’t until you heard light taps on the glass that you realized what time it was, there he was standing outside your display window smiling and he extended his long fingers in the air to wave to you—it was 7:45.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, oh no—you felt yourself blushing when he made a pointing motion over towards the front door to your store. He wanted to come inside.

Immediately the hair on the back of your neck started to stand up and your hands started to get warm, why did he want to come inside? Maybe he saw something in the window he wanted for his girlfriend, there’s no way a man that handsome would NOT have a girlfriend, right? You walked over to your front door to unlock it.

God, he was even more handsome up close, you didn’t know that was even possible.

“Good mornin’, I know you’re not open yet but I just wanted to ask you a question.” He said in a friendly voice, he had a slight New York accent.

“Oh! Of course, please come inside, it’s quite cold out there this morning.” You made the motion to invite him inside and pulled the shade back down, the store was still closed after all. “Was there something in the window you liked? Sometimes it’s hard to keep items in stock so if you saw something for your girlfriend, I could set it aside for you.”

With an ever so slight glow in his eyes, he was looking around, taking everything in and smiling while he did so. He seemed to really like the vibe of your store.

“Actually, I don’t have a girlfriend. I just wanted to ask you—do you change your display window every mornin’?” He asked.

He didn’t have a girlfriend. A smile spread across your face, the butterflies in your stomach were hard to control, and you weren’t expecting that question, so you started to chuckle a little. “Oh! Well, for the month of December, yes I do. I get a lot of fun little gift items this time of year and it seems to help bring people into the store so I like to try and show off as much as I can in the window, hopefully people see something they like.”

You were holding one of the newer items that came in recently and you were on your way to place it in the display when he tapped on the glass. “Like these! I just got these in the other day, chocolates filled with different kinds of alcohol.”

The handsome man’s eyes lit up when you mentioned the word “chocolate,” he must have a sweet tooth.

“Plus I love this time of year, and I love to decorate. It’s a lot of fun, don’t you think so Mister?”

His smile wasn’t as bright after you said that. “Oh I am so sorry, it’s Russo…Billy Russo.” He extended his hand for you to shake it.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Billy.” You said, shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too y/n. And I’ll take your word for it, I don’t really enjoy this time of year.” He said.

You didn’t even know Billy but it broke your heart to hear him say that. His dark chocolate eyes looked so sad, there must be a reason as to why but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he was clearly a little uncomfortable talking about.

He interrupted the silence. “Well I’m sorry y/n but I do have to get to work, I would love to look around the next time I come by, if that’s alright.”

“I’d like that, Billy. It was very nice to meet you.” You said to him.

“It was very nice to meet you too, y/n.” He said with a smile on his face. “Will I see you tomorrow?” He asked.

“7:45, right?” You joked.

“7:45.” He said.

On your way home that night, you thought of Billy. You knew not everyone enjoyed the holiday season, people had their reasons but for Billy, something told you that he wanted to like it but had every reason not to.

What were his reasons? Could you convince him otherwise? You did know one thing…that you’d like to try. But would he agree to it? Well, the worst thing he can say is no. Now you would just have to work up the courage to ask him.

Another week had passed before you could ask Billy to spend the day with you. During that week, he came to the shop every morning before he went into work at 7:45 like he always did, he even brought you a coffee which was very sweet of him.

You learned some things about him during that week also. He told you he owns his own company, he was in the marines, and very briefly mentioned he grew up in a group home. It was obvious Billy didn’t want to talk about that at all, which you couldn’t blame him for.

The fact that he even mentioned it surprised you but still, you didn’t want to pry or ask a lot of questions if it made him uneasy. But he loved to ask you questions, about your shop, about your family, about your life. He certainly did seem interested in you. Maybe now was a good time to ask him.

“Billy, I’d like you to give me one day to convince you that the holiday and Christmas seasons can be amazing and fun. What would you say to that?” You finally asked him. Your heart was beating right out of your chest wondering if he would say no.

He flashed you a slight smile and said “I’d say you have your work cut out for you, but let’s see what ya got anyway.”

You were so surprised by his response, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. “Really?!”

“But what if you can’t?” Billy asked.

You glanced at the floor and back up to his handsome face. “Then I’ll never ever bother you about it again. You are free to continue to bah humbug your way through life and I won’t judge you for it. But I get to plan the entire day and you can’t say no to anything, deal?” You extended your arm for him to shake your hand.

Billy firmly gripped your hand and shook it with a confident look in his eyes. “It’s a deal, y/n. So when do we start?” He asked.

“What’s today, Wednesday? Meet me here on Saturday morning, 7 am.” You told him.

He rolled his eyes. “7 am?!! Come on y/n, that’s so early for a Saturday!”

“What did I say, Mr. Russo? I said you couldn’t say no to anything, remember?” You said with a slightly wicked smile.

“Alright, alright…7 am, Saturday morning, I’ll be here.” He sulked a little, but only a little and tried to bite back a smile. “Anyway, I gotta get to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“7:45, right?” You asked.

“7:45.” Billy said.

A light snow fell on the city Friday night into Saturday morning and you thought it couldn’t be more perfect for today with Billy. You were going to make sure to show him a good time and maybe, just maybe he would have second thoughts about the holidays and Christmas.

He texted you earlier that morning to ask what he should wear because he didn’t know what kind of activities you would be doing. Always a marine, you couldn’t say that Billy was never prepared, you really liked that about him. So you told him to dress warm, in layers, there would be a lot of outdoor activities and a few indoor ones too.

He texted back Ok great…I can’t wait to see what you have planned.

As usual, Billy was on time. 7 o’clock on the dot. He had on black jeans, black boots, a leather jacket and a winter hat. Does this man ever NOT look handsome? He caught you putting the finishing touches on your display window for the day.

“Wait a minute, what time did you get here this morning anyway to change your window around?” He asked in complete disbelief.

“I think it was around 5:30? Maybe? I can’t remember. It was early though.” You were full of energy, excited to take on the day.

“You’re insane y/n, absolutely insane to be up this early on a Saturday morning. Here…” He chuckled a little while handing you your coffee.

It was hard not to laugh at him, he did look a little sleepy but he’s not going to have time to be tired with everything you have planned for today. “Thank you.” You took the coffee from his hand, and brushed his fingers with yours, they were warm after being inside his black leather gloves. “You excited for today?!” You asked him with your eyes wide and a giant smile across your face.

“Not as excited as you are but I am excited. I don’t want you to get your hopes up though, like I said before, you have your work cut out for you.” He said.

“Challenge accepted, Mr. Russo. Challenge accepted.” You stated with confidence.

“So what’s our first mission?” Billy asked with a smile on his face.

You smiled back at him. “Mission…are you ever NOT a marine? Never mind, I know the answer to that. Ok, Mr. Russo…to the park!! Let’s go!” And you gently pushed him out the front door of the shop.

When you arrived at Central Park, the walkways hadn’t even been cleared from last night’s snowfall but it wasn’t that much so it was quite easy to walk through. The park was so beautiful after fresh snow had fallen, everything was covered and everything was very quiet. It was just very peaceful.

“I’m so excited it snowed a little last night, now we can make a snowman!” You told him.

“Y/n, there isn’t that much snow on the ground, how are we gonna make a snowman?” He asked you with a furrowed brow.

“Well, we’ll just have to make a little baby snowman then.” You said. “Remember, you can’t say no!”

The snow was the perfect consistency for making a snowman, not too light or powdery and just heavy enough to stick together. You watched Billy start to roll the base of the snowman, he was concentrating very hard, trying to get it perfectly round and smooth.

Such a perfectionist, you wondered what his apartment must look like. You imagine it must look like a museum, everything has its place, it’s very clean, and it probably could use a woman’s touch. No, no, no you can’t be thinking about that, Billy wasn’t yours. This was just an outing with a friend, nothing more.

He placed the head of the snowman on top of the body and asked “Ok y/n, but what about the face?” He asked.

Luckily, you were prepared for that question. You pulled out a small plastic bag from your backpack that contained two small rocks for the eyes and a baby carrot for the nose.

Laughing at you, Billy asked “You packed the snowman’s face in your bag for the day?!! What else do you have in there?” He made a motion like he was going to open your backpack when you pulled away.

“Don’t worry about what else I have in here, now crouch down so I can take a picture of you with your baby snowman.” You said.

“Only if we take one together too.” He said softly. “It is OUR baby snowman, after all.”

You stared at him for a brief minute. There was something about the way he said those words that was so sincere and warm. The smile on his face wasn’t forced or fake, it was genuine. He even smiled with his eyes, the way he looked at you with those intense brown eyes sent shivers down your spine. Oh no, your crush on Billy Russo was real, it was very real. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

After taking a couple pictures, he asked what was next on the agenda. “Where is the cruise director taking me next?”

“We’re going to feed the ducks, follow me please.” You said with excitement.

The two of you walked side by side towards the bridge, talking and laughing together. When you reached the bridge, you opened your backpack and pulled out three small bags that held uncooked oatmeal, grapes that were cut in half, and rice. Billy started to laugh again.

“Ok, seriously y/n what else do you have in there? I’m half expecting you to pull a rabbit out of there the next time you open it.” He said.

“Ok, after this, I don’t have any other weird shit in my bag, I promise. It’s just food for the ducks.” You said.

Billy looked a little confused. “We used to just feed the ducks bread when we were kids, what is this stuff?” He held the bags in his hands, carefully looking them over. “Oatmeal, grapes, and rice? These ducks are eating better than I am!” He said jokingly.

Billy Russo made you laugh, at times he made you laugh like a crazy person which you loved. Having someone around that could make you laugh like that was just something you needed in your life, you’ve always loved having people around that you can laugh with.

Billy was easy to talk to also, even though he didn’t say that much, he always wanted you to talk and he loved listening to you especially when you talked about your family. Maybe it was because he never had one and wondered what it was like? You couldn’t be sure.

While you were feeding the ducks, Billy did do a little more talking about the way he grew up, his time in the marines but he never revealed too much. He was still very guarded and he kept a lot inside but it seemed like he was starting to trust you a little more. You continued to talk to try and make him feel at ease.

“My father used to take me here when I was little.” You told him. “There were always so many swimming around, like there are right now. See that one down there with the little tuft of feathers on his head?” Billy nodded. “There was one just like it when we used to come here a long time ago, he was the one who would eat out of my hands. He had no fear. I always wanted to be more like that duck, but I’m just shy and scared of everything.” You tried to laugh it off a little and dropped your gaze from Billy’s face to the water down below.

You could feel Billy staring at you while you continued to stare down into the water and feeding the ducks from the different bags of food. He reached into the bag with the rice in it, looked at it, and gingerly touched the back of your hand before taking the rice out of the bag. Did he mean to do that? It was probably just an accident.

“I’d say you’re pretty fearless.” Billy stated. “Taking someone that you barely know on an adventure like this just to try and help a cynic enjoy the holiday season more. That took some guts y/n, asking me here today. I’m very happy that you did though.”

You felt yourself start to blush a little but looked down again towards the duck food which seemed to disappear from the bags rather quickly but that’s only because you and Billy just talked and talked on that bridge for at least an hour.

“The bags are empty, does that mean we’re movin’ on to the next thing?” Billy asked. He really did look like he was having fun.

“It sure does! Are you ready?” You asked him as you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.

“Lead the way, y/n. Lead the way.” He said with a glimmer in his eyes.

It was time for ice skating at Rockefeller Center. It was apparent that Billy had never been on ice skates before, wobbling back and forth, trying to keep his balance. It was amusing to watch.

“Do you want me to get you one of those walkers like they give to the kids?” You giggled.

Billy narrowed his eyes and glared at you, if looks could kill. He was not amused for the briefest of minutes before you took his hand in yours. “Pick one foot up, then do the other one, make sure you shift your weight from one foot to the other. Keep your other arm out for balance. That’s it.” He was starting to get the hang of it. “Do you think you could push off with one foot and skate up ahead of me?”

He tried to push off but forgot to let go of your hand and you both went tumbling down onto the ice. He felt terrible though for causing you to fall.

“Shit, y/n. I’m sorry—that was my fault. I forgot to let go. Are you hurt?” He asked with a concerned tone to his voice, looking you over to check to see if you were hurt. You could tell he was a little angry with himself yet you still found it endearing, the perfectionist in him wanted to get it right and definitely did NOT want to hurt you.

“It’s ok, Billy. It’s ok, really.” You told him grabbing his hand again. “I’m not hurt, I’m fine. Have we done enough skating for today? Are you ready for a couple of indoor activities?”

Billy nodded, still mad at himself for dragging you down onto the ice with him.

You pulled him to his feet and skated, very slowly, back to the entrance to the rink and walked over to the bench to take your skates off. Billy angrily untied the laces to his skates and you felt like you had to ask. “Billy? Are you ok? I’m sorry about the skating—I probably should have asked if you were comfortable before just pushing you out onto the ice, so if I—“

He interrupted you. “No, it’s not that y/n. It’s not, I just—“ He paused then turned to look at you. You could tell it was difficult for him to tell you what he was feeling so you didn’t push, you just let him go at his own pace. “If I had hurt you, I don’t know what—ah shit, why do I feel like such an asshole when I try and say what I feel?!”

It was your turn to interrupt him. “But you didn’t hurt me Billy, I told you I’m fine. It’s not my first time falling down on ice skates. My very first time on ice skates, I looked like Bambi out there so you don’t have to apologize for that.” You knew it was difficult for him to say how he felt and you were happy that he tried and that’s all you could have asked for.

He smiled a little.

“Now come on, Mr. Russo—let’s go get you a hot cocoa bomb.” You said.

“A what?” He asked.

“You’ll see.” You answered.

After looking at Rockefeller Center Christmas tree for a few minutes, you headed to a coffee shop close by called Maman, you made your way there just to get out of the cold winter air for a little while. Billy looked confused when you gave him two cups for the hot cocoa.

“I thought we were getting hot chocolate.” He said.

“We are, these are hot cocoa bombs.” You told him.

Still looking quite confused, Billy asked “Ok, well how does it work?”

One mug had the hot chocolate bomb in it and the other had the hot milk in it.

“So just pour the hot milk onto the chocolate ball and all the fun stuff in the middle will be released, I got the one with marshmallows inside, don’t forget to use your peppermint spoon to stir it.”

Billy looked at you like you were crazy. “Ok, so the milk will melt this and the hot chocolate and the marshmallows are inside? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. Here…watch me.” You proceeded to pour the milk over the chocolate, releasing the marshmallows from inside the shell and they floated to the top. “Now it’s your turn.”

When he did his, there was a childlike smile that danced across his face. After Billy told you a little more about the group home earlier, you thought about how he never really got to be a kid and do the things that little kids do like build a snowman, or have hot chocolate and that in a way made you feel sad for him and made you realize just how special your childhood was because there were children out there that didn’t grow up the way you did, Billy being one of them.

“Well, you’re right y/n, that is fun and it’s delicious.” He had a tiny bit of marshmallow on the tip of his nose which made you chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” He asked you.

Still laughing you told him. “You—uh you have a little marshmallow on your nose, lemme just get that.” And you wiped it off with a napkin, but you felt yourself blushing again while you did it. Your ears and your cheeks were warm which moved through your entire body. You weren’t cold anymore, you actually felt like you were sweating a little. Again, you were hoping Billy didn’t notice.

After enjoying your hot chocolate and a quick snack, it was off to another location but you didn’t tell him where you were going. Walking along the sidewalk, the two of you just talked and talked, Billy walked very close to you and always on the outside of the sidewalk, where the traffic was.

He never let you walk on the outside, it was like he was protecting you. You had been listening so intently that you almost walked right past it, the revolving door, the black sign with the gold letters—FAO Schwarz.

“You brought me to a toy store?” He said. There was a little excitement in his voice.

“I didn’t bring you to just ANY toy store, I brought you to THE toy store!!” You said enthusiastically. “I also have a surprise for you.” You said with a sly smile. “Come this way.”

The two of you walked through the store looking at all of the holiday and Christmas decorations, lights and ornament displays, beautiful wreaths adorned with bows and white lights caught his attention, and the toys—oh the toys.

You watched all the children playing, and walked past a few playing on the giant dance-on piano. Billy was smiling at the kids sliding and dancing on the piano.

And then there was the room with all the candy, his eyes were glowing at the sight. You should have known better than to take a man with a giant sweet tooth into a room full of candy.

After you stopped him from buying all of the candy in the room, you took him to where his surprised was. The gentleman behind the counter asked him “Are you Mr. Russo?”

Surprised, Billy said “Uh yes, yes I am.” He turned around to face you and asked “Uh, what is this, y/n?”

You lightly clapped your hands together. “Merry almost Christmas, Billy! You get to build your own remote control racecar!”

Billy closed his eyes and you’ve never seen a smile as big as the one he just gave you. Shaking his head slightly in disbelief, he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

He was getting to experience things he clearly never got to experience as a child, he was speechless and the smile on his face made you the happiest person in the room.

Billy pulled you into his chest for the biggest hug you’ve probably ever received, his body was warm, you could feel how strong he was by his embrace and you could feel his abs and chest through the shirt he was wearing, and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. It was spicy and unbelievably sexy. You didn’t want the hug to end but you pulled away anyway.

“Well, get to work Mr. Russo. Go build that car!” You told him.

Watching Billy put together his racecar so meticulously made you think that because of how he grew up, he most likely takes very good care of everything he has. He knows what it’s like to have nothing, to come from nothing so when he gets something, he treasures it.

Leaving the store, Billy couldn’t stop smiling. “You didn’t have to do this, y/n. Thank you. I can’t remember the last time anyone did something like this for me, if ever. Just…thank you.”

You didn’t know who was smiling bigger, you or him. “You’re welcome, Billy.”

“It’s starting to get dark, are we done for the day?” He asked sounding a little disappointed.

“Absolutely not, sir. I have one more thing planned but we have to take a drive if you’re up for it.” You said.

“I am definitely up for it. When do we leave?” Billy asked.

“As soon as we get back to the shop and I can get my car.” You said looking up at him through your lashes.

“Well I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me, y/n.” He said.

You had been in the car for a few minutes when Billy realized the two of you were leaving the city. “Oh we’re leaving the city? Where are you taking me?”

“Well, we have a little bit of a ride but we’re going to my hometown. I love driving around looking at Christmas lights so I thought I would take you to all my favorite spots if that’s alright?” You said.

“That sounds great.” He said.

Your time in the car with Billy was spent singing along to 80’s metal, some classic rock, with some 80’s and 90’s hip-hop thrown in there. The two of you exchanged bad jokes, he kept an eye out for cops (because you were speeding just a little), and you really couldn’t remember the last time you laughed this much or had more fun.

The smile never left his face, whether he was looking out the window or glancing at you. With a lull in the action, you thought maybe now would be a good time to ask—he could always say he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Billy?” You said softly.

“Yeah?” He said.

“Now, you can tell me to mind my own business or tell me you’d rather not talk about it but, I just—“ you paused for a minute.

He looked at you like he knew what you were going to ask him.

“Why don’t you like the holiday season or Christmas?” You finally asked him.

Billy took a deep breath, brushed his beard with his fingers, and even though you couldn’t really look back at him because you were driving, he turned his body slightly to look at you.

Taking the exit into your hometown, there was a parking lot off to the right so you pulled over because you wanted to look at him.

“I wasn’t completely honest when I told you I was an orphan.” He told you. “I had a mother, I should say I still have a mother but she…she was a drug addict who wanted nothing to do with me. Now, I don’t remember a lot but the memory of her leaving me is vivid…” He paused for a minute and glanced out the window before he continued.

“She just dropped me off at a fire station in Albany, it was cold outside and there were Christmas lights around the front door frame and a picture of Santa taped to the door. So I don’t remember the date but I do remember those things and yeah that’s why I uh, really don’t like this time of year. She left me, like a piece of trash on the side of the road, she left me.” His voice hitched as he spoke and he gnashed his teeth. He was angry which he had every right to be.

You had never heard anything as heartbreaking as the story Billy just told you, except it wasn’t a story, it was real life—his life. No wonder he hated this time of year, how awful to be reminded of that every year, every time you saw a Christmas light or a Santa Claus, to know that the woman that is supposed to love and protect you, abandoned you and never looked back.

A tear rolled down your cheek. “Billy—I, I am so sorry. I’m sorry I asked, I completely understand why—you—“ Another tear fell onto your pant leg and you were left speechless, your throat felt dry and all you wanted to do was pull Billy into your arms to hug him.

You had a feeling of shame deep down in the pit of your stomach remembering you were taking Billy to look at Christmas lights, which was probably the last thing he wanted to do.

“Shit, this is probably the absolute worst thing I could do—take you to look at displays of Christmas lights. I’m gonna turn around, we can go back to the city and—“

Billy stopped you. “No, No y/n. I don’t want you to do that.”

“But Billy, this whole day must have been—“ You started to say.

But he interrupted you again. “One of the best days of my life—there is nothing I can say to thank you enough for what you did for me today. You know I didn’t even think of her once today until you asked me about it? Not once. It’s normally on my mind every minute of every day this time of year but YOU made me forget all of that.”

He leaned over the center console of the car and brushed your tear stained cheeks with his thumbs, the sadness in his eyes suddenly disappeared as he inched as close as he could get to you.

Frozen in place and trembling slightly, you didn’t know what to do but you didn’t have to do anything. Resting his forehead against yours for a moment, he then pulled back a little to only lean in again, you closed your eyes as his lips met yours, his long slender fingers traced the soft skin of your neck and back up so his hands could caress your face once again.

“I’m sorry y/n. I’ve wanted to do that for a while. I don’t know if you could tell but I kinda have a crush on you.” Billy confessed with a smile.

This time you moved in closer to him, taking his hat off so you could touch his hair that was just as dark as his eyes, and you whispered in his ear.

“Well, I kinda have a crush on you too Mr. Russo. I have ever since the first day you walked by my shop.” You kissed him on the cheek and grazed his beard with your fingers as your lips moved from his cheek to his lips. The taste of peppermint on his lips lingered from the candy he had earlier and he kissed you back with more intensity, parting your lips with his tongue. He entangled his hands in your hair and pulled back so he could pepper kisses on your cheeks and down your neck.

“I’m glad the feeling is mutual.” He said with a warm smile and he kissed your forehead, his lips felt soft against your skin despite being out in the cold for most of the day. “If you’re still up for it, I’d like to go see the Christmas lights like you planned…please?”

You looked into his deep brown eyes, he was being sincere and not just humoring you.

“Are you sure, Billy? Because I really can just turn around and head back—I don’t want—“

He cut you off with another kiss and then that perfect smile. “I’m sure, sweet girl. I’m sure.”

You nodded. “Well ok then! The first display isn’t too far away. You ready for our final mission, handsome?” You asked.

“Ready.” He said with a wink and a smile.

You drove around your hometown for the next couple of hours, showing Billy all of your favorite displays of lights, a few were set to music which he had never seen before, you went down one street where every single house was decorated, including their yard. That street was one of your favorites to drive down, you could tell he was staring at you, smiling because you were smiling and he looked…happy.

Afterwards, the two of you ended up enjoying pizza and beer at one of your favorite places in town. Billy loved to hold and kiss your hand, he loved to listen to your stories, including the one about your 21st birthday that started in the very bar you were sitting in and didn’t end until you walked through all of downtown and had a drink in every bar.

“…So needless to say, that ended poorly.” You said while laughing. There was another question you wanted to ask Billy, you were nervous but you asked anyway.

“Why did you agree to do this with me today, Billy?” You blurted out.

He took your other hand in his and glanced down at the table quickly and back up to have your eyes meet his and said “I’ve noticed this since my company has taken off, because I wear expensive suits and drive a nice car, the women I’ve dated…they’re all about what I can do for them. What nice restaurant can I take them to, what kind of flowers can I buy them, or gifts I can give them.”

He paused and squeezed your hand a little tighter. “You didn’t do that. You wanted to do something for me and never expected anything in return—I—I never knew what that was like before today. And even though this time of year will always be hard for me, you gave me something I never thought I would have—a happy memory at Christmas time. Thank you…for everything.”

The tears stung the back of your eyes, as you tried to keep it together but you couldn’t help but blink and let them stream down your cheeks. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, that’s really all you ever wanted was to give him a happy memory.

A memory that would make him smile every time he thought about it, you knew it would put a smile on your face every time the thought crossed your mind.

You leaned across the table to kiss him again. “You’re very welcome, Billy.”

You will never forget every time Billy smiled that day, from the walk to the park in the snow, the childlike smile he gave you when you showed him how the hot cocoa bomb worked, the light in his eyes when you told him he was going to build his own racecar, to when he told you he had a crush on you. He didn’t even really need to say it, every single smile felt like…a “thank you.”

The Not Too Distant Future

The water beneath the bridge rippled with the movement of all the ducks swimming by, back and forth they swam, gobbling up all of the food that was thrown into the water. Your diamond engagement and wedding rings shining brightly in the early December morning sunshine, even his gold wedding band reflected the sunlight as the two of you had to fight the other little hand reaching in to get some rice to throw down to the ducks.

“They eating it, mommy!” The little boy said, your little boy.

“Yes they are, baby.” You told him.

He was a carbon copy of his handsome father with beautiful dark brown eyes and hair to match. “The duck goes quack quack, daddy!”

“Yes it does, buddy.” Billy said smiling down at his son, watching him reach his chubby little hand down into the bag. Your little boy would laugh every time he’d see the ducks eat the food he threw down to them.

And there was your husband, you could feel him stealing glances at you. They were all for you, the woman who made him a husband and a father. He loved you more than anything, he loved you for giving him the family that he never had but always wanted.

Billy watched his son as he put his hand inside the bag to get more food but it was empty. “All gone!!” The little boy said as he took off running towards the other side of the bridge.

“Benjamin William Russo, don’t you run away from me!” You playfully yelled as you chased him down before he could get to the other side, the toddler laughing as you scooped him up in your arms, and blowing a raspberry on his chubby red cheeks. And Billy not able to take his eyes off of the two loves of his life, smiling his perfect smile at the both of you.

“Alright buddy, let’s go get a hot cocoa bomb.” Billy said.

Little Benjamin Russo looked at his father slightly confused. “What’s that, daddy?”

Billy looked at his son, kissed you on the forehead, and focused on his son again. “You’ll see, buddy. Mommy will show you. She showed me.” He leaned in to kiss you on the lips. “She showed me…everything.”

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9a + 9b please 🙏

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9a + 9b = call me lover + but one is pouting

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It isn’t right that she’s sad today, even less right that she’s playing up the sad, and that in doing this she hopes to work guilt into every part of him, like water into clay, like honey into comb.

Given their extra-special circumstances, she knows she shouldn’t be anything more than mildly annoyed with him about his inability to pronounce girlfriend. And that has to be the issue, pronunciation, because why else would he shy away from such an innocent word? There’s no reasonable excuse. It’s an easy statement to make: look, my girlfriend’s here. He can do it, with the same ease that he labels everything else of his, he can do it. It’s my camera, my spatula, my turn to drive, my shirt not yours and you can’t have it…all his, until she’s involved. No, they don’t own each other. But sometimes you have to lay claim to things in life.

You just have to.

He paints houses. Every day in West Somerville he does, from nine to dinnertime. Watertown and Brookline, too. But mainly Somerville, especially Winter Hill. Interior, exterior, deck, door, and drywall. Expensive houses, cheap houses, new and old houses, houses with picket fences. It’s just what Emerson is looking for, a teenage boy who really knows his way around a…picket fence?

But the gap year thing is okay, and he’s still here with her as she navigates everything, even if he didn’t want to apply for college until it was way too late. He can apply for next year.

He moved away, far away just for her, no college waiting for him at the end of the journey, willing and able to be the slow tagalong Somerville boy to her busy Boston girl. And they get to live together. Harmony of opposites applies, as it always has. His loyalty means the world, and for what it’s worth, he is the best rated decorator Lovell Painting’s ever had. Very committed to the job.

But now Mr. Lovell doesn’t know she’s his harmonious opposite, doesn’t know she’s the girl he’s bringing home the bread to (not a lot of bread, but so much more than you’d expect someone to get for slinging paint) (then again, there’s probably no slinging involved, because Jonathan clearly believes there is an art to the task) (he has a weird way of leaning into unbeaten paths, finding purpose in hushed, forgettable places) (it’s lovable, is what it is, when she manages to push away the feeling that he’s missing out by not being in school).

No, Mr. Lovell doesn’t know who she is, because her boyfriend didn’t say. Couldn’t bring himself to say. Couldn’t bring himself to say the G word.

She’d asked Lauren from the student paper to take her to him after class. She missed him, plus she thought he shouldn’t be all alone on his way back home. He does plenty of lonely driving throughout the week. And since Lauren does everything for everyone, she actually said yes. Fifteen minutes later, Nancy was at a place she’d never been before. Here they were at the end of October, and she hadn’t been. She had no idea where her five star trades-boy turned in his paintbrush at the end of the day.

She’d wandered in, into the little white office that likely used to be a shed, all open windows and whirring box fans and latex fumes. On a stool, he filled out his timesheet. She gave him a hug around the neck from behind, avoiding the sensitive surface of his sunburned arms.

Made him jump, then made him relax.

“Sorry, I knew that would scare you. I’m not trespassing, am I?”

“No, you—no, not trespassing at all. What time is it?”

She tilted her head sideways and consulted her watch. “5:11,” she said. Tilted her head more, more, more, trying to kiss his jaw and its underside.

Hung over his shoulders like that, she took her first deep breath of the day. Tendrils of dried paint stretched across his shirt collar and sleeves, the kind of spiderweb splatters that don’t come out in the wash. She watched him jot down a couple light-handed notes in all capital letters. His name was everywhere on the page and highlighted in some instances, an indication of overtime work. She had felt weird then for being judgy—felt bad—thinking maybe there was a chance he was where he needed to be. Not school, right here. Humble, dependable, and first-rate.

Then Mr. Lovell came in.

And ruined everything.

“Jonathan, you heading out soon?”

“Oh, right now, actually. Turns out we can’t pick up anything until tomorrow morning. Like, anything at all, they said.”

“Yikes. Oh well, then.”

“Apparently our order got delayed because of the tight space rollers.”

“Hm. Tight space rollers, they never have them in, do they?”

“No, sir, never. They never ever have anything below a 6 inch.”

She stayed still, reading the room. Gauging the boss. Lovell didn’t seem to mind her or her public display of affection. He was a youngish man, son to the original Mr. Lovell of Lovell Painting, tall and nonchalant with the look of a relatable salesman.

“Hey. Jake Lovell,” he finally said to her. “Don’t think I’ve met you before, how’s it going?”

“Hey, good, thanks.” In the subsequent silence she waited. Waited for what was sure to come. Oh yeah, sorry, this is my girlfriend, Nancy. This is Nancy, we just moved in together. This is the girl I told you about, Nancy Wheeler. We’ve been dating for almost two years. She’s the best. Nancy is the best. Hey, guess what, my girlfriend Nancy once repainted her little sister’s dollhouse from top to bottom, think we should hire her next?

He kept his mouth shut.

“I’m Nancy,” she sighed.

“Oh, okay, you’re Nancy.”

Had he heard the name before? If he had, that must have been all he heard. His eyes were brimming with confusion.

“That’s me,” she said and untangled herself from her betrayer, the one she’d been draped over like some sleepy starfish.

Starfish didn’t want to cling anymore.

“She’s Nancy,” he’d mumbled while clearing off the desk.

The eldest in the room clocked the tension between them. “Well, you know it was nice to meet you, Nancy, but I’ve gotta get going. Be careful around the mess, you look very professional in those clothes.”

She slid her hands down the sides of her thighs, black slacks swishing above high heels.

“You look very…casual, Mr. Lovell. Guess we’ll see you later.”

And that was it.

And that was then. This is now: now, she is pouting. The most pathetic pouting session she's had to date. This is textbook manipulation pouting and then some, this is wallowing in the events of the afternoon like they involved theft, fraud, and murder.

Is she putting on a performance here? Yes, duh, of course she is. But is she down about what he said (and didn’t say) earlier? Also yes. That part is real. He did make her sad.

Yes.

Lucky for her, she’s got tricks in her bag.

Exactly four tricks, to be precise, for this type of situation. One, a shower—a shower taken earlier than usual. To get away and to get out of restrictive clothing (restrictive clothing doesn’t mix well with sadness). No more black slacks, no more newsgirl blouse. No jewelry either, it’s totally unnecessary. Unless…keep your necklace on, if you want, since that can be played with. Really you just have to remember that comfort is what works. Wet hair is what works. An XL shirt works, and peach soap works, and so does a frown, and so does a thick pair of socks, for whatever reason.

Two is a book. Not a short book, pick a long book. Flip to the beginning to read. Beginnings are hard to get through, and he knows it. He will empathize. Three, lack of light. The less light in the room, the better. Not only have you chosen to start a long book after 5pm without having even eaten dinner, you’ve chosen to do so without sufficient reading light. That’s true misery.

Four, the most important trick, is a bad record. Just awful. It needs to be scratched, it needs to skip. Needs to skip a lot. Your record should make other records worry about where they’ll be in ten years. Jonathan Byers doesn’t want this for you; if you are his favorite person, and listening to music is the best thing anyone can do, your tolerance of a broken record will rile him. You deserve better. He will want to compensate for all the hurt caused by your subpar listening experience.

“Nancy?” he says from the doorway.

“Mhm.”

“Good shower?”

“Sure. Good shower.”

“You beat me to it.”

It’s an understatement. Without a word, she had headed for the shower. Very first thing she did when they got to the apartment. She went to turn the water on, still wearing her shoes, and waited for it to get hot, and never once looked back.

She curls in on herself on the bed, avoiding his gaze. “Since when did you decide you have first dibs on everything?” she murmurs to her book. To Middlemarch.

“Uh, no, it's not that, I just meant that I’m…pretty paint-y, at the moment. You know?”

The response is delivered innocently, harmlessly, lightly, and she almost considers backing down, ditching the majority of her plan or maybe all of it. Almost considers, before deciding against. (She has to soldier on; his adorable use of a made-up word doesn’t fix a thing, now does it?)

“Right.”

“There’s so much primer on my hands, it’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s so bad. It’s like…it’s like if someone brushed plaster right onto my palm and then let it harden. Overnight.”

“Mhm.”

A break in the tense conversation comes and gives those background noise record screeches their moment to shine. Leaning on the doorframe, he winces.

“So,” she shifts her body until the blanket slips, “did you need something, or…”

Their eyes meet. His are sleepy–his are suddenly charged with doubt, two dark wells of worry.

“No, nothing, I don’t…it…it seems like you might be the one that needs something?”

She huffs. It seems like she needs something? For that she won’t go easy on him. A fake cry might cross her mind, if she were a psychopath, but fortunately for both of them she’s not. Sincere regret is already cocooning her, compacting itself with each passing minute, a dense shroud of claustrophobic ickiness. Not always as fun as you’d plan for: guilt tripping someone who’s hopelessly devoted. Really, how hard is it to have a mature conversation about the way you feel neglected in this one marginal area of the relationship, even though you’re well taken care of in all the others. Very hard, it turns out. Very very hard.

And besides, this is how the Jonathan and Nancy network operates. She uses her upset to make weird power moves. He lies about his upset altogether. The system is what it is.

“If you care so much, figure it out yourself.” It’s a feeble whisper, accessorized with the twitch of her bottom lip and an arbitrary sniffle. She flips over to the eighth page of Middlemarch. Pulls her blanket back up over her waist. The leftover scent of her body wash is strong, so strong, even in her own nose. It’s like peach sorbet and paint thinner had a baby in their bedroom.

“Nancy…”

His voice has that deconstructed softness in it, gentle yet desperate, which is highly familiar. He uses it constantly. That’s the trick in his bag, but she’s not quite sure he knows it’s a trick. Because of it, the whole stay-mad-at-him project isn’t gonna be smooth sailing. She swallows hard, necklace pendant between her fingers.

“Hey, what happened?” He steps closer to the bed and uncrosses his arms. “This isn’t…it isn’t about Lauren, right?”

Oh, wow. Okay. Clueless.

“Because you really do ask her for a lot of favors, and I know she’s always happy to do them, but just…maybe don’t make her drive out there again. Not when I’m literally clocking out.”

“Oh…” She closes her book and fixes her eyes on the window. That one actually does make her want to cry.

“No, don’t,” he pleads, “don’t do the sad oh thing. You’re gonna make me sad. You’re gonna break me.”

The sigh that escapes her is fully authentic in its lethargy. Her fingertips play over the pillow under her head and its silky case. “Sorry, it’s just that now you think I take advantage of Lauren and you don’t like to see me at work, so.”

“No, I love to see you, I had no idea you would come after class just for that. It was really nice.”

“Yeah, so nice—”

“Until you ignored me in the car, yes!”

Hugging her own waist, she draws up her knees. God, that record…it should be physically impossible for ABBA to ever sound bad but this is pushing it. How truly depressing.

She imagines that the invisible thread connecting his heart to hers is starting to fray at this point; those grating sounds in his ears, the mix of chemicals on his skin, the intentionally seductive nature of her pity party, the annoying flicker of the lamp in the corner (only thing the previous tenants left behind when they moved, the sole forgotten object). All of it must be torturing him.

He picks up her book off the mattress, leaves it in the windowsill to—sunbathe? Who knows, honestly.

"Look,” he says, “I think we might need to take a second before we get into this. Do you want me to leave you alone for a minute? Would that help, or no?”

Apprehensively he reaches down, down to touch her shoulder, sort of…petting her, a few times. What you’d do if you found a wild jaguar in your backyard, but it was a really sweet looking jaguar.

When she doesn’t bite, he bravely makes eye contact with her. “You just have to tell me what you want, that’s all I need.”

(Such a good boyfriend when he’s trying. Holy shit.)

Fearful that the affection wave will show on her face, she flips over, switching sides. “Want you to lay down,” she mumbles.

Well that wasn’t part of the plan.

She listens for his reaction. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. “I’m filthy, you do realize that.”

“We’ve gone to bed wearing monster blood…”

He shrugs his jacket off.

(So, the summer had been a violent ride. Summer of ‘86, filed away in her brain with the rest of her nightmare inventory forever. All’s said and done now. Maybe they’re finally safe. God, please.)

It takes them a sec to get settled, but he hems her in, wraps her up, holds her close without any further begging. It’s crazy satisfying. Plaster-rough hand curls around her ribs under her shirt, and his nose brushes her neck. Antsy, she shuffles her feet together, scrunched socks keeping her warm.

“You genuinely—”

“Smell so good?” she predicts.

“Yeah.”

“New soap.”

“Ten out of ten.”

“Well, you know, it’s not formaldehyde, but what is?”

“Give me some slack,” he murmurs, “not my fault all my passions involve chemicals.”

Painting houses is his passion now? Alright, good to know. It’s that, developing photos, and being so much of a dummy he forgets to introduce his girlfriend to his boss when they first meet.

Again: exactly the kind of boy Emerson is looking for.

A minute later he’s kissing her neck.

Yeah, not sure how that happened.

After taking his first few tastes, he quickly stops himself. “Wait, can I do this?” he wonders aloud.

“I’ll let you decide. Do you think you should be doing that?”

“I don’t know. On the one hand,” he places a soft kiss at the base of her throat, “I still haven’t figured out what’s going on with you.”

Her eyelids flutter. “And on the other?”

Mouth barely open, he drags the tip of his tongue across her collarbone in one slow slide. “On the other I think—”

She fails to repress a squeaky whimper, which makes him falter.

“…that doing this could maybe, just maybe, help me get information out of you.”

She’s lost her breath so fast. “Decisions, decisions,” she manages to get out.

Second option wins him over. Next he’s tangling up his hand in her wet hair, kissing her neck like there really is peach sorbet to be found in her pores. He hums while getting acclimated to the malleability of her damp skin, impossibly supple malleability, and lingers with his mouth at her pulse point before giving in and sucking on it, not hard enough to make a bruise, but enough to make blood rush to her head.

She grabs the back of his neck in an attempt to stay anchored and from there he surrenders, from there he lets her force the path that his lips map out on her. Chapped but sticky with spit, they part and purse on her jaw, softly massaging the bone.

“Please can we get you a new album soon,” he whispers, “this is painful.”

“Hm?”

“The record’s a disaster, throw it away.”

“Don’t tell me to throw my things away,” she slurs weakly.

Her thigh catches his hip, and she bucks a little, rocks a little. Nothing crazy, just dirty. She can’t help herself.

“Tell me what upset my girlfriend and I won’t say anything ever again for the rest of my life.”

There it is. Jesus, it’s what she wanted. See, there’s no pronunciation issue after all. Girlfriend. His girlfriend.

She goes perfectly still. He may not realize she’s all shook up inside, but he notices the outward change, that’s for sure.

Time to get into it.

She takes a moment to prepare herself. “Are you ready to listen?”

“I’ve been ready, Nance.”

“Okay. It wasn’t about Lauren,” she spills, “Lauren and I are fine. We didn’t have a fight, we’ve never had a fight, and after she dropped me off today she told me she likes the drive to Middlesex because the roads are so smooth and driving calms her down and she gets sick of being in Boston, and I promise I’m not lying when I tell you this, but she offered to take me again tomorrow, I swear to you she did.”

“Okay, I believe you—”

“Though now I’m thinking I don’t even want to take her up on the offer, because me being there was clearly an unwanted change that didn’t exactly mean anything to anyone, and if you seriously don’t know what made me switch up today I need you to ask yourself how you think my conversation with your manager made me feel earlier.”

“You’re upset because of…something Mr. Lovell said?”

He’s so lost.

“No, because of what you said.”

“And what did I say?”

“It’s what you didn’t say. Jonathan, you didn’t tell him who I was. You didn’t introduce me at all.”

“I’m—sorry, you…you introduced yourself, why would I need to—”

“He doesn’t know you’re dating me.”

“But he does? It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Without words?”

“No! Not without words. For all he knows I’m some random girl you met on the street, next thing you know he’ll be setting you up on dates with his niece and scheduling you to work Valentine’s Day. You’re supposed to be upfront about us and you never, ever are. Why aren’t you?”

His turn to pout now. He rests his head on her shoulder. “I don’t know? Sometimes it feels like…”

The gears in his brain go on and on, and his blush deepens. “Like fishing for attention.”

“Well that’s why I’m sad, you’re why I’m sad. You don’t want attention, so you don’t call me your girlfriend. Maybe once a month, if that. You don’t call me your girlfriend a lot and I love when you call me your girlfriend. There’s nothing unclear about a word like that."

“I…can do better, I didn’t know it was a big deal to you. That I say it more.”

“Duh, I don’t wanna feel invisible. I want you to talk about me.”

Her heart pounds with the energy of the moment, with surfacing reminders of how different they are. The silence expands around them, his breathing shallow. This is really the first time it’s dawning on him, the depth of her need for validation? Maybe she forgot that acknowledgment of their relationship outside their private bubble is not something he would go for without being asked. Maybe she forgot.

"So it’s not the word,” he says, “it’s telling people?”

“I like privacy, I do, but what’s between us needs to be something others can see. Something they don’t have to guess on.”

Yeah, keeping their peers guessing in high school was good. Low-key meant less harassment, fewer problems. Having said that, high school is gone forever.

He nods. “I get it. I'll get it, eventually. I’ll try.”

“Okay. Good. Thank you.”

Though the conflict isn’t totally resolved, it kind of feels resolved for tonight. At least that’s what her hormones want her to go with, shifting back and forth, this way and that, residing on the rockiest of tectonic plates that have been calibrated to him for longer than he knows. As strange as her first two months of college have been, as many messes as they’re making in their relationship, she has infinite confidence in the Jonathan and Nancy network. All things considered, this is the right time to be messy, they’ll have plenty of room to clean up the love when they’ve grown up. Fighting isn’t fun but…it feels amazing to know he’s in this with her, wading out to her in the swell of their mature immaturity, sticking up for young love even after their conflict resolution turns chaotic.

He loves her, and whenever she’s blue, he begs her to let him fix it. Neither of them rest easy until the blue gets painted over.

“Hey, girlfriend?”

She breathes out a laugh. “What?”

“Since we’re sharing…”

She tilts her head back, pushes her nose against his gently. “Careful, don’t say something you shouldn’t.”

“I really like it when you use your revenge soap against me. Very evil, but I like it.”

#*fic #jancy fic #stranger things #jonathan x nancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #prompt fill #*ask #fanfiction #manipulation pouting is not a victimless crime #but give nancy a pass please i wrote this in less than three days

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kimbappykidding · 2 years

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Vernon x Sister’s Best Friend Part One

Imagine being best friends with Vernon’s twin sister and having a huge crush on him. His birthday getaway is going well until you get trapped pretending to be Dino’s girlfriend.

Part Two Here

You'd liked Vernon ever since you were kids but were always too shy to do anything about it. Not to mention you didn’t want his twin sister and your best friend Elena to feel awkward and you had no idea how she’d take it. Then Vernon went off and got famous making everything worse.

As if your crush wasn’t unattainable enough he became a kpop star and had hundreds and thousands of admirers around the world. It just seemed like overkill.

He'd come back in the holidays and if you thought he was good-looking before now it was a joke. You stayed away from the seventeen stuff just because it felt odd considering you knew him but you’d seen a few music videos and got why he was so popular. He had the talent, personality and looks. A triple threat and despite everything you were proud of him for doing so well.

So you carried on with your life back home and tried not to think about Elena’s brother too much but sometimes he made it hard.

You let yourself into Elena’s house like usual and looked around for her. "Elena get your ass down here!" you called standing at the bottom of the stairs. You heard a noise in the kitchen so followed it "speaking of asses mine just about froze on the way over here so can we please walk fast today?" you asked only to find Vernon standing there instead. You froze in a mix of shock and embarrassment "Vernon...I didn’t know you were back". He looked embarrassed at what he’d heard but also slightly amused "yeah I came back for the winter holidays...so last day of university huh?". You nodded "yep..." still bright red "did you hear any of what I was saying?". "No..." he said but it was more of a question the way he said it. You cursed and he laughed when Elena appeared. "Hey y/n you ready?" she asked. "Yep let's go, now!" you cried grabbing her arm and dragging her outside. Vernon smirked watching you go but you were too busy trying to get out the door to notice.

After your lecture was done you headed back to Elena’s to study but you were more prepared this time. You walked inside cautiously but quickly heard Vernon. Elena walked towards the noise and you followed to see Vernon and a friend. "Hey we’re back" Elena called. "So I see” Vernon nodded “y/n this is my friend Dino. Dino this is my sister's friend y/n". The boy nodded to you and you nodded back at him. “Are you glad to have finished for Christmas?” Vernon asked looking at you. "Of course!" Elena cried "you're honestly so lucky you dropped out of school". Vernon’s friend smirked and Vernon blushed but you came to his defence “to be fair he left for a career so it wasn’t really dropping out”. Elena shrugged but Vernon shot you a smile that made you feel like you were melting even with the cold winter air.

Apparently Vernon’s friend was home for the holidays and they were in Seventeen together. Elena said he was basically your age and was really nice but you didn’t talk to him much. As usually you found yourself drawn to Vernon and spent a lot of your time with him over the holidays. It was like this every time he came home. You’d hang out a lot and it’d be like nothing ever changed...then he’d disappear again for 3 months minimum and you’d be back to square one. This time was no different and after a fun winter break he left with no idea when he’d be back again.

You didn’t hear from Vernon again until the summer. It was Vernon's birthday and he’d rented a huge house in the woods and invited his friends and sister who brought you. She said Vernon had said to invite you anyway but you figured you were mainly there as Elena’s plus one. Little did you know Elena already had her company sorted.

When Elena said you were getting picked up from her house you figured she meant by Vernon but apparently not. A car that definitely wasn’t Vernon’s appeared and Dino hopped out of the driver’s seat. Elena began loading her stuff in his car while Dino helped her. They looked pretty casual but you just shrugged and got comfy in the back. Once everyone was in the car they didn’t start driving. "Y/n we have something to tell you" Elena said and you paused panicked "what? This is how every horror film starts". Dino chuckled "no it's nothing like that" and he looked at your friend. "We’re dating" Elena said. You blinked a few times before it sunk in "ow...erm what do I say back? congratulations?". Elena laughed "thanks y/n...but the reason we're telling you is we could do with an ally on this trip. See nobody knows were together especially my brother so if you could help us keep it that way we’d be so grateful". You shrugged "yeah sure I can watch the hallway or help you sneak around or whatever". "Thanks y/n!" Elena cried and Dino smiled "you and Vernon are right, she is pretty cool". The mention of Vernon calling you cool made you smile and you nodded in a good mood. "I am the best" you agreed "now should we start driving?".

You reached the house three hours later and Vernon came out to greet you. He paused when he saw you and at first you were worried he didn’t want you here but he was staring at Dino. "Did you drive from my house?" he asked looking at you and Elena. Dino nodded "yeah I was nearby so offered to pick them up". You and Elena nodded along and Vernon shrugged “well thank you...come on in!”.

The house was extremely beautiful and despite housing all of Vernon’s members and more it still felt spacious and elegant. You and Elena would be sharing a room which you were fine with and Vernon helped you with your bags. He took them up for you and gave you a quick tour. “So you’ve got your own bathroom but if you need anything just let me know” Vernon told you. “Cool a balcony!” Elena cried not really listening but you smiled “thanks and thank you for letting me tag along. I’m really looking forward to it”. Vernon smiled “you aren’t tagging along, you’re invited. I’m looking forward to it too” and he walked away with a wave of his hand. You blushed and waved back feeling like you were back in secondary school all over again.

You soon had a holiday routine in place but it was very different to Elena’s who rose early and lived for the outdoors. Like Vernon you weren’t one to run around outside. You rose late and were pretty chill. You’d usually go downstairs, get a coffee and sit with a book for a while before you were ready to start your day. Your routine must've looked good because Vernon soon started following you. You’d sit reading while he listened to music or watched something and then you’d both discuss what had happened in each. It was a really nice peaceful start to the day and you liked when the house was quiet and it was just the two of you.

One day however you surprised even yourself by being more adventurous. "Wanna go for a walk?" you asked one day and Vernon paused "outside?". You chuckled "yeah gross I know but it just occurred to me I haven’t been four feet from the house this entire trip, seems like I should venture out at some stage atleast once". Vernon laughed "yeah sounds good, let me just grab my coat". So the two of you set off and on your way out passed Scoups and Joshua. They paused seeing you head for the door "you're going outside? But the sun’s gone in". "Yeah that's the point" Vernon laughed. "And there’s rain forecast" Joshua added. You simply pulled your hood up and Vernon pulled an umbrella from the coat rack. He accidentally opened it nearly attacking everyone which made you all laugh. Vernon was blushing which you found adorable but not wanting to embarrass him, you quickly moved on.

Although the idea of a walk was nice you were the two worst people for the task. Neither of you knew what direction anything was in and so you just started walking towards some trees in the distance. “So how has University been?” Vernon asked and you nodded “good, next year is my final year though which is terrifying”. He nodded “I can imagine, do you know what you’re doing for your dissertation?”. You shook your head “nope so let’s not talk about that. How’s work?”. Vernon chuckled at your deflection and nodded “works good, although I do miss home and wish I could visit more”. “You seriously miss our tiny little town?” you asked amazed “you see all these huge cities and cool places, I thought you’d never miss it”. Vernon shrugged “it’s more the people than the place” and he looked at you when he said that. It was like he was directing that at you which immediately made you blush and look away flustered. “That makes sense, it is weird without you”. “It is?” he asked and you nodded “yeah just sometimes things happen and I know you’d find it funny but you’re not there to tell”. Vernon paused “but you know you can always call or text me right?” he asked “i’d love to hear what’s going on”. “Really?” you asked and Vernon nodded “definitely! and just to know what’s going on with you too. There’s no reason we have to wait for my rare days off to keep in contact, right?” Vernon asked. You nodded “that’s true I just figured you might be too busy”. He shook his head “not at all and even if I am i’ll make time”. You smiled pleased and Vernon smiled seeing your reaction “actually I’ve been meaning to ask you about something” he started when the sky thundered and the heavens opened. Your hood and Vernon’s umbrella was useless with the wind and so you gave up and started running for the house. The only trouble was you couldn’t remember which direction it was. You ran around in random directions for ages before Vernon spotted it.

You finally crashed through the front door and both rushed to the fireplace for it’s warmth. "This is why I hate the outdoors!" you cried. Vernon laughed "right? It's awful" and sunk down beside you. You tugged your coat off and rubbed your hands together. "Do we have frostbite? Can you get frostbite in the summer?". Vernon chuckled "I'm not sure but probably in Russia or Canada yeah". "Well I guess I'm just cold them". Vernon smiled and grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and wrapped it around your shoulders "here". You smiled at the gesture and for a second the two of you just held still in the moment. You were very close together and you felt the intensity of his gaze on you. In the firelight his eyes and lips looked very nice...not to mention Vernon's hair was very wet and the water droplets looked so pretty in the dim light. You both realised you were staring and looked down awkwardly. Vernon went to say something when the members appeared and Scoups and Joshua erupted seeing you. “What happened to the umbrella and hood?” they called. “Well the wind destroyed the umbrella” Vernon started “and the hood did nothing to stop water spraying directly into my face” you finished. The other members all laughed at your bad luck and then Jeonghan insisted you both go shower and get changed so you didn’t get ill.

You both obeyed and saw one another a few hours later at dinner. Vernon smiled "feel warmer?". You nodded "I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water in the house but yes". He chuckled "fair enough, glad you're feeling better. Overall It was still a pretty good walk". You nodded "yeah it a totally was...if you took away all the nature". Vernon laughed "exactly my thought, maybe we should try it again when the nature isn't so...disagreeable". You smiled "that sounds good" and Vernon nodded "good...okay". He was blushing slightly and you paused. Was that Vernon's way of asking you out? Was this a date? "Sorry can I get past?" Jun asked appearing behind you and you nodded rushing to move out of the way. Vernon moved the cushions on the seat next to him and you sat down. You were close together and at the edge of the room but it was nice. You were both quiet and introverted so here you could just observe and relax without being at the centre of attention.

They were currently teasing Mingyu about something before he managed to shift the attention to Dino. “Dino never helps with chores!” Mingyu cried and they all nodded. “He does sometimes” Wonwoo tried but Scoups wasn’t having any of it “I haven’t seen him wash a plate since we got here”. “He keeps disappearing conveniently” Seungkwan said and The8 paused “yeah you do...where were you today? You were gone for hours”. Dino paused and you saw Elena shift uncomfortably. “I was in my room” Dino said but Seungkwan shook his head “no you weren’t, you’re sharing with Vernon and anytime I came to see if he was back from his walk it was empty”. Dino gulped and Scoups laughed “what going on, why are you so nervous?”. He blushed “because I can’t tell you where I was”. Everyone’s attention was well and truly peaked and they all started shouting out questions and ideas where he was. “Were you stuck on the toilet?” Dk asked bluntly while Joshua guessed he got locked outside or something. “Why can’t you just tell us?” Woozi asked “he’s doing it for attention”. “No i’m doing it because I wasn’t alone!” he replied. Everyone froze and The8 looked at him “you’ve been sneaking away with someone?”. Elena’s eyes were wide and you sighed figuring she’d have to come clean.

All the members heard your sigh and looked in your direction. “Y/n?” Vernon asked and you looked at Dino before looking to Elena. She suddenly stood up and announced "y/n and Dino are dating!". "Elena!" you scolded her but all the members took that as confirmation and began teasing Dino. Elena tugged you to her "please just go with it” she whispered. You sighed but nodded. "Wait is this true?" Jeonghan asked. Dino looked at you and you nodded "yep". "How?" Seungkwan asked. Dino took the lead "well you remember I went to Vernon's house for Christmas last year?". "It’s been going on since then!" Vernon cried and you remembered he was there and froze. He was looking at you both his eyes wide in shock and you noticed his voice seemed a little strained but he coughed and tried again "that was like 7 months ago”. Dino nodded smiling "yeah it’s been that long...we met then and got talking. When I left I gave her my number and we’ve been visiting each other". "Wait as in you came up to see him?" Vernon asked you "to our city?". You looked at Dino before nodding "yeah sometimes he visits me and sometimes I come up to see him". "Wow our Dino is all grown up and dating!" Hoshi cried and that started all the members off again. While they were distracted Elena grabbed you "thank you so much! I promise I'll tell Vernon I just didn’t want him to find out like that". You nodded "it's fine...where is Vernon?".

Vernon had stepped outside and headed upstairs when everyone began cheering for Dino. He was in utter disbelief. You and dino? Was he blind? How on earth had he missed that? He was also very pissed at himself. He’d wasted so much time worrying about when he should ask you out, if you’d say yes etc and Dino met you once, knew he liked you and did something about it. He was such a coward and now here was the result! He’d lost you. He sighed when there was a knock. The8 appeared "hey I thought someone should come check if you're okay". Vernon nodded “i’m fine”. “Are you sure because it’s okay if you’re not” The8 said softly. Vernon sighed "I’m okay I’m just a little angry at Dino". The8 paused "you’re mad?”. Vernon nodded “well it’s just...that’s my sister’s friend who i’ve known for years! To think he’s been sneaking around with her this whole time...I feel betrayed”. The8 paused “I know it’s weird for you but I don’t think Dino betrayed you. I mean it’s not like he was dating your sister but your sister’s friend. He didn’t really have to tell you, neither of them did". Vernon took a breath, he knew he probably sounded crazy overprotective or worse, The8 could see right through that and recognised his crush on you, but he still couldn’t just pretend it was okay. "I just wish he'd have told me...it’s been 7 months. That's a long time and what if something happened between them? If they broke up then y/n might hate me by consequence! Or my sister!". "I don’t think y/n would do that so don’t worry...I get you feel startled though so maybe talk to Dino about it? I’m sure he never meant to hurt you". Vernon nodded "I know...". The8 smiled "would you like me to bring you some food upstairs?". Vernon shook his head "no thanks I'm not hungry I think I'll just shower and go to bed". The8 nodded "okay I'm here you need me" and left.

Vernon sighed sitting down on his bed and stared at the wall. Part of him was really grateful the weather stopped him from asking you out earlier today. That would’ve been really embarassing, but mostly he was just miffed he’d been beated to it. He’d been too much of a coward and he’d lost you.

He couldn’t believe it.

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I know Vernon’s birthday is in February but I needed time to pass so just pretend he’s a summer baby or he gets two birthdays like the queen (he deserves that).

Also I know Vernon has a sister in real life but of course this is NOT based on her. This is just for fun based on his stage character.

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rosekillerismylife · 9 months

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A little prompt, I guess (not well thought through but I don't care) Disclaimer: it should've been smut but at some point, I turned it into something else? Orchestra ravenrock Oneshot

“Okay, let’s do it from the top again”, Benjy declared and lifted his conductor's baton. Peter groaned. This was the fifth time they played the same piece. The same notes, the same rhythms, the same soli for the last hour. It was fucking exhausting. Angrily, he lifted his flute to his mouth. Behind him, he heard the trumpets whisper.

“He’s gonna kill us one day.”, whispered Sirius to Marlene who just sniggered agreeingly. “If I have to play this fucking three notes one more time, Imma murder him.”, said Barty from behind the drums. His boyfriend Evan just nodded in agreement and busied himself with looking at the notes one more time to make sure that he wouldn’t cause another replay for the whole orchestra. “What even is so wrong with how we play it?”, Emmeline from the tubes whispered to herself. “I don’t even hear a difference. Is he a sadist?”, commented Bellatrix loudly to no one. She clearly was looking for a fight.

“Are you ready? And Bellatrix, if you ignore the tempo and the volume one more time, we’re playing the piece again and again and again.” Benjy gave her the look that shut her up immediately.

Peter felt immensely proud of his husband. The way he handled the orchestra was not only endearing but also sexy. Some may think that being in the same orchestra as one’s partner and even playing under the rule of said partner was annoying and a problem but in reality, there was nothing that turned Peter on more than seeing Benjy in his element as a conductor. The way he gave orders, how he heard every single mistake and how he was just so smart about anything in the piece went immediately to Peter’s cock. Not only how Benjy behaved during rehearsals but his movements and just the whole package of him being their leader was so hot.

“Great. We still have a lot of work to do but for now it is fine.” Benjy said and ended the rehearsals.

Everyone hurried up while packing up their instruments and notes to get faster to drinking beer and enjoying the rest of the evening. While Peter packed up his flute, he thought about all the ways Benjy would fuck him tonight. It was a rather rough rehearsal so he either wants to blow of some steam or he wants to lay down while Peter either blows him or cuddles with him. Just the thought of the relaxing evening ahead of him makes Peter smile brightly.

“What are you smiling at?” Rita asked in her screeching voice. She’s so noisy but would never admit it. The thing with Rita was that you could talk with her and have a great conversation with her if you were aware of how crazy she was because then you could adapt to that level of craziness. If you were unaware, then Rita was just annoying.

“Nothing.” Peter mumbled which didn’t quite help him get Rita off his back. “This doesn’t look like noth-“ She started but was interrupted by her girlfriend Bellatrix.“What are you talking about?” She threw one arm around Rita’s shoulder, mainly to tell everyone that Rita was hers. “Peter was just smiling and I wanted to know the source of that smile but you interrupted me!”, Rita complained.

Peter started to walk away because he sensed that it was going to get messy between Rita and Bellatrix. “Excuse me that I wanted to check on my girlfriend!” Bellatrix exclaimed. Peter walked faster and could only hear the sounds of screeching behind him.

“Oi, Petey boy! What happened, did you didn't suck his cock long enough or why did he torture us today like he hasn't had sex for a week?!” Barty threw one arm around his shoulders, one glass of beer in hand and Evan right beside him.“Well, if you would just listen to what he says instead of doing your own thing, it wouldn't have been this torturing. Also, I recommend to practise.” “I recon that you both hadn't had sex in a while. Otherwise, you wouldn't be this bitchy. Rooting for ya, Petey!” And conversation ended. Barty leaned over to give Evan a kiss which ended up in a huge making out session.

Peter walked faster and made his way to the exit where he waited for Benjy to finish his conversation with Sirius, Marlene and Frank about an important trumpet solo in the piece. He looked so cute while talking about how he wanted them to play it and who should play which part. There was pure excitement in his eyes as he explained to them how he wanted it. It was so endearing to watch.

“Hey, waiting for your man?” Peter didn’t notice Emmeline sneaking up to him. She was now standing next to him, leaning against the wall with one beer in her hand. “Yeah.” Peter answered lamely. He never was good with keeping up conversations, so he just always hoped that the conversation was going to carry on without him having to carry it. Even with Emmeline who was his friend since childhood.

“He seems quite busy. I think you have to wait for a little while longer. Anyhow, did I tell you about Alice?” “Didn’t you go out on a date with someone named Alice?” “Yup.” Emmeline replied, taking a sip of her beer and scanning the crowd. “I went on a wonderful date with them.”

“Any problems? Do they like pineapples on pizza?” Peter asked mockingly. “Haha, no, you twat. The problem was not that they didn’t like pineapples on pizza. The problem was that they were two timing me. They are not really a person for commitment, so they dated me and this other guy for a while without me knowing.” “I take that you went out on more than one date. How did you figure out that they were two timing you?” Peter asked, now fully focused on Emmeline.

Her last relationship was a flop because the guy was the most arrogant and self absorbed person he ever saw, so now she tried dating again which didn’t seem to work. “I saw them holding hands and kissing in public, so I confronted them about it. They said that we weren’t in a relationship so they could date whoever else they wanted. Well, they said it nicer but that was the whole content of the conversation. I tried to explain that dating kind of is a commitment for me but that I respect their decision.” Emmeline took another sip of her beer. Suddenly, he felt two arms wrap around his waist.

“Hello, darling.” Benjy whispered in his ear. He planted his head on Peter’s shoulder, hugged him from behind and just rested there. Peter immediately melted into the touch but still focused on his conversation with Emmeline.

“So, are you still dating them?” “No, I told them that they should think about whether they wanted to be with me or the other guy, because I’m not someone for an open relationship. I haven’t heard from them since we had the conversation.” “Well, at least now you have your answer.” Peter tried to lift her mood even though he knew that it wouldn’t help at all.“Yeah. I think I’m gonna get drunk tonight and then look for a person with whom I either can share my sorrows or get laid. I’ll let you know whichever it is.” Emmeline said before pushing herself from the wall into the crowd.

“Okay, bye!” Peter called after her. He turned around in Benjy’s arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Hey.”“Hi. Wanna go home?” Benjy asked. Peter nodded and they quickly bid their goodbyes before exiting the building and walking home.

#marauders #random #ravenrock #writing ig #fanfiction #orchestra au #not really convinced about it

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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Dungeons & Dragons was hilarious and excellent, turn your brain off and just enjoy the show movie. I went in with semi-low expectations so maybe that's why it exceeded them so much. Lots of fun easter eggs and nods to fans of the tabletop system. I'll discuss some stuff below the cut but I am just gonna put myself on blast here but holy hades....Michelle Rodriguez's barbarian character? I know she was going to be hot because it's Michelle Rodriguez so it's just a given.

But she beefed up for this role and not to call myself out for my subby tendencies but I need a hot barbarian girlfriend who will pin my ass to the wall make me her bottom b*tch and or potentially crush my head between her mountainous thighs. Fuck me running. Hi yes, I am very, very gay for Holga.

Like, she was distracting and making me feel all sorts of ways.

Also, now to be the utterly ridiculous bi that I am, Regé-Jean Page was ALSO unbearably hot in this movie, especially when he was being super competent and just mopping the floor with fools. I never thought a paladin could be that hot. I don't know which god he's sworn to but they obviously imbued him with that smoldering hot holy warrior spiciness. When he cast smite on his sword I was done. Sir, you are already unfairly attractive, how dare you level up in sexiness somehow?

I also kinda high key love he was kinda coded maybe overly serious maybe could be read as autistic? Like I totally read him as autistic which is awesome if that's what they were going for.

Honestly? Everyone in this movie is pretty. Of course they all are.

After the movie, I ended up going to ulta, sorta mentally checked out and bought way too much stuff. So much so I'm like....I need to return some of this. So I guess I'm going back on Sunday. Some of it I thought was on sale but I guess I misread the ads.

And I stopped by the local Vietnamese place and got some pho which was....very good and I have a bahn mi sitting next to me that I should really eat but I'm kinda full from the pho because I always underestimate the portions you get at pho places. It's quite literally pho for days.

EDIT: Somehow I managed to eat that bahn mi but I legit might need to pass out now. I've had a piss poor appetite the past few days thanks to being stressed out and just in bad head space. So I've had like one meal a day the past two days and today I didn't eat at all. Because I was mainly busy. But by the time I got done with eating to say I was famished is an understatement. I think I just made up for the past three days of not eating.

I really need to edit Seeds but I think I might just pass out and go into a food coma instead.

SO MY MAJOR COMPLAINT. We went to the Underdark and didn't SEE A SINGLE DROW??? So my major knowledge of D&D comes from Forgotten Realms. I know the system, have watched some Crit Role. But I just I loved those books and Drizzt to DEATH growing up. And then they introduced Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle and I was sunk.

I STILL buy a Forgotten Realms book if I know those two are going to be in it. They're like my trashy comfort characters. You will see a predictable pattern in my trashy comfort characters.

I knew I wasn't going to get Drizzt or Jarlaxle because they are FR characters but the moment they mentioned the Underdark I was still screaming in my seat mentally because I thought they'd bring the Drow in somehow.

And they didn't. And I was very, very sad.

Also? If I ever get a black cat somehow, I am naming her Guenhwyvar, that's how much of a FR nerd I am. And literally no one but .5 % of the population will get that reference. Also it's hard enough to get my vet to spell Genji's name right, can you imagine trying to get them to spell Guenhwyvar? FORGET ABOUT IT.

But, eh it's a minor bitch in the grand scheme of things. I was still so stoked to see/hear things like Icewnd Dale and the Spine on the map and Neverwinter and Waterdeep etc.

Also THEY HAD A CAMEO OF THE OLD D&D CARTOON CHARACTERS. SCREAM. I used to that that with my mom as a kid, that was one of those few stark childhood memories I have of watching D&D and Voltron with her.

There was a Mimic which made me squee and a gelatinous cube. Not super deep easter egg shit but enough to make me feel in on the jokes, you know? And freaking displacer beasts.

And some Dragonborn and Aarakocra! Ugh my nerdy heart is full of joy.

Suffice it to say, I loved it. I might go see it again though I also want to go see the Super Mario Movie and maybe John Wick 4. There are way too movies out I want to see.

#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #minor spoiler discussions of the movie but mainly just my screaming and squealing over random d&d stuff #hi yes I am a filthy bi and this movie made my ace ass feel stuff

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cupcakefactory · 1 year

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Zena:

Hello friends :)

Athenas been busy; haha!

What have i been working on? well, it doesn't have a name yet - mainly because i'm lazy and indecisive but someone i know said to call it "The Zena Pamphlet" like.. like Hamilton and thats stuck in my head so i may use that idkidk. They are both musical actors, okay just noticed i haven't explained who Zena are LOL im a mess today. Zena are, Zen from mystic messenger and my CMC; Athena White. I'm planning an introduction post for Athena and her "cast" later on this week so i'm not going to go into a lot of detail here - just, shes my baby and i've worked on here for WAY TO FUCKING LONG.

This project is a passion project through and through; almost as a form of media therapy if you will - using writing something i've already got the basic outline off in more detail to bring myself (and maybe others) some joy.

This project is going to start from DAY 1; where they don't even know (or like :)) each other; however below is a little snippet from further on in their relationship because i felt like writing that part today idk man!

Speak again soon~

(snippet is below, its implied they had "love making" (i am a huge ass asexual man) but nothing graphic is said or described)

"Uhm..babe.. … You did wear a condom right..?"

That was the last sentence she managed to choke out before the urge to sleep got too much for her, her eyes fluttering as her partner protected her body from the cold breeze that flooded the room.

"…shit"

"How long do these things take?!"

"Hyun I've just pissed on it shut up"

Even though she snapped at him.. she could understand his anxiety. It had been 6 weeks now since they messed up, well I use messed up loosely, the couple had discussed starting a family but for obvious reasons (mainly zens career and Korean standards) they had chosen to weight to get married; so athena had come to the conclusion they were engaged - they were not. There they stood, in the living room of the house they had made a home, staring at what could only be described as a stick, wondering what would happen to their life if this shows a plus.

"I mean, its been 6 weeks babe - and you haven't cried and ate all the ice cream once.. .. If you are pregnant maybe it's a good thing-?"

His hollow and, although well meaning - badly timed joke was rewarded with his girlfriend jumping up and both of them tumbling to the floor in a fit of laughter. The anxiety forgotten for a moment as she grabs his face and kissed him deeply; oh how she loved this man.. how he made everything feel bette- .. The buzzing of the timer caused them to break apart, staring at the other - the anxiety clear as she turned and picked up the test.

"Togehter on three… .. One.. Two.. … Three"

A plus greeted them when they turned the test round.

"Well shit."

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paravosnico · 1 year

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8.3 Emotional

Wahhhhh lmao.

Don't understand myself sometimes.

I went into things with casual and flirty intentions, mostly 'cause I'm attracted to his body lol. And there's something quite intimate about him being my private instructor.. just intimate moments in class.

While those were my intentions, fun and flirty, I did catch myself feeling things when our eyes met, or when he bought me boba. Like that feeling you get when you like someone in high school, and you don't know them very well and it's a secret and you're wondering if they like you back.

There was a point (for about 5 days) when we texted every day, and the texts got sweeter and sweeter. Certain things he wrote made me feel tingly.. in my heart and down there ahahaha.

We went on date yesterday and it was kind of an emotional roller coaster for me. At first, I thought he was gonna tell me he has strong feelings for me / maybe ask me to be his girlfriend, which sorta freaked me out.

At the end of the date we had to part ways early, although he was going to find me when he finished dealing with his emergency, but I took a nap lol and he thought I was angry 'cause I wasn't responding to his texts.

I wasn't angry, just kind of annoyed. And unsure of what to do because our whole "relationship" so far has been mainly via WeChat, and I'd rather spend time with him in person. So I was conflicted, debating whether or not I wanted to continue, especially since I feel like I didn't get what I needed to from our date (clarity on certain things)..and continuing to text him every day feels like a huge commitment on my end because I usually don't text so often- I'd rather see him in person.

Anyways, he asked to meet and when we did, he immediately apologized, saying he reflected on his behaviour and what he did that could've made me angry/upset, and apologized full-heartedly. Said he couldn't live with himself knowing that he made me feel bad. In english it sounds dramatic, but in Chinese, it's very sincere. It was a really sincere expression of love and affection- that's how it felt, at least. It made me understand him better, and like him more, honestly. It was what I was looking for on our date.

We talked about a couple other things though, somewhat bittersweet (like my leaving China and him not having much free time right now). Anyways, we parted with him saying he feels happy when he's with me, but also there's not much he can do about freeing up time right now. And I told him I'm not the biggest fan of texting / it doesn't make sense to text so much if I don't get to spend much time with him in person. He also shared a poem that went something along the lines of

"Mountain birds and fish are not the same, their paths will never cross again".

Reading that again, last night and today, made me cry.

I literally bawled so hard last night and today. Felt really emotional. I'm not quite sure why though, or what about.. like I said, my feelings for him aren't that deep. I figured I was just feeling really touched by his apology? Like honestly, it hit deep... Or maybe sad because I finally saw his heart at the end/connected with him but he's busy and I'm leaving in a month so there's no real possibility of developing or deepening anything and it was mutually understood..and man, that poem just hit.

Anyways, crying it out really helped.

I'll see him again on Monday, anyways. I think I should spend this time figuring out what I want now. Do I still want the D? And just that? Or should I just accept how we left things and move on...

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grantspectortrash · 2 years

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Suited and Booted

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: you live across the hall from Steven. For whatever reason, he has to use your shower before going to a work event. You get the pleasure of seeing him in a suit.

Warnings/Tags: No warnings lol, just cute fluff. Some sexual thoughts...because who wouldn't...but nothing physical. Heart eyes, bit of blushing, the good stuff.

Word Count: Nearly 2.5K

A/N: Credit to Nerdist.com for the gif from GIPHY. This is my second Steven fic and I hope you enjoy, if you got any suggestions let me know :))

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You had moved to London three weeks ago, and at first you had wondered if you had made a mistake.

The flat you rented out was cute, and was the complete opposite of most of the modern apartments that you had looked at and decided were too expensive. It had an old feel to it, mainly because it was old, but you liked it. Everything about it felt like home straight away, but there was just one problem.

You felt alone.

There were a couple of neighbours on the floor below you, and you tended not to see many people from the floor above - only hear them. There was a young couple who lived down the hall from you, and they seemed nice enough, but they mostly kept to themselves like the lovebirds that they were. They said that a guy lived in the apartment opposite yours, but when you knocked and there was no answer, you couldn't help but feel deflated.

New place, new job, new life...but no new friends.

That shitty feeling churned away at your gut, which is why - one week later - you were so relieved to meet Steven Grant.

He was the guy who lived opposite you, and when you first met he shook your hand politely and told you he'd been away on some sort of vacation, or something like that. You couldn't really remember what he had said because he spoke in a rambling, dorky sort of way where his words muddled and his tongue got tied without even trying. You didn't mind as you were too busy staring into his eyes, drinking in the sight of his curly hair and cute smile. You made a mental note that he smelled like vanilla and coffee, and was that fish food?

From that first meeting, you ended up seeing Steven every morning. Not through choice or any conscious effort, it was just the two of you left your flats at the exact same time every morning to leave for work.

You would leave your apartment and shut your door the same time that Steven opened his. And in the two weeks that passed, the two of you created a routine.

Your door would close, his would open. The pair of you would say good morning and you'd walk to the elevator together. As you waited for it to reach your floor you'd make small talk; you'd talk about the weather, or ask about his work. He would comment on how lovely you looked and as the elevator went down to the ground floor the two of you would stand side by side, shoulder's touching.

When he wasn't looking, you'd steal glances at him in the elevator mirror. You wondered if he did the same. Then, when you reached the ground floor and left the elevator, Steven would open the door for you. You'd walk out into the street together and say your goodbye's before going separate ways.

Beyond that, the two of you never really interacted that much. You wondered if he could hear you singing in the shower, the same way you could hear him arguing with someone sometimes. You didn't mean to pry, but you would hear his voice, strained and upset, and never hear a response. You guessed he must be on the phone, and you hoped it wasn't a girlfriend he was talking to.

Today, it's Sunday. A day that you never see Steven, and a day that marks you being in London for three whole weeks. You decide that it's time for a chill day in.

You spend the day doing barely anything. You stumble out of bed at nearly midday after spending hours scrolling on your phone and watching funny videos. You have brunch and find something to watch on tv; you're glued to your sofa all day, only every pausing the show you're bingeing to make food or go to the toilet.

It reaches five thirty, you've ordered takeaway, and you've spent so long on the sofa the seat beneath you now has a permanent you-shaped dent. You shift slightly, pulling the blanket over you some more and checking your delivery app once again.

Then, you hear Steven's door close. Instinctively you grab the remote and pause the show, just so you can listen in to what Steven's doing.

There's some shuffling going on outside your door, then a pause. Steven's door closes once again. You frown, but press play again.

You get maybe ten seconds of watch time before Steven's door closes again, and knuckles rap against your door. Fuck, please let that be the delivery guy.

You drop the blanket immediately, realising you're in joggers and a t-shirt you probably got chocolate on hours before. You smooth down your hair, shake your hands out, and open the door.

"Hi, Y/N."

Of course it's Steven. He sticks his hand up in a wave, a small smile on his face. His other arm is preoccupied with a bundle of clothes, pressed against his chest. He's wearing dark jeans and an oversized navy sweater that you think makes him look adorable. He eyes you quickly, his gaze scanning your clothes.

"Hey, Steven. You okay?" You try to stand casually in your doorway, but you're not sure what to do with yourself. Out the corner of your eye you spot a piece of melted chocolate on your top. You put an arm across your body to hide it.

"I'm sorry. This is going to sound really odd but, my water isn't working and I uh, really could use a shower." He pauses, making a face, "You don't have to say yes or anything, it's just I've got this work thing later and I don't wanna turn up all ratty and stuff. So, yeah."

You let him talk, fast paced and overtly apologetic, and you smile. It's not what you expected from Steven, but you like the fact he trusts you enough to ask for a favour. You also can't help but feel excited about the idea of him being in your home.

"Yeah, no, it's fine. Come on in." You move away from the doorway and gesture for him to follow you in. You shut the door behind him.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. You know, I'm almost definitely sure I payed my water bill, but I'll sort it. Anyway, thanks."

Steven stops in the entryway, not sure what to do with himself. You stand beside him and smile, "No worries."

It comes to your attention that your place is kind of messy. The blanket's on the floor, your laundry is hanging to dry on an airer attached to your window sill and - because the place is so damn open-planned - Steven eyeballs your messy bed.

His cheeks redden slightly, and he tears his eyes away to look at you. "I like what you've done with the place."

"Thanks," You stifle a laugh, knowing he's only saying that to be polite. "It's usually tidier than this, I promise."

You walk over to the blanket you dumped on the floor and start trying to tidy the place up. You notice Steven is still awkwardly standing in the entryway, the clothes still in his hands. On further inspection, you realise it's a shirt and a suit, and a pair of shiny shoes.

"Right. I'll just-" Steven points towards your bathroom and starts heading that way. You're about to ask how he knows where it is, when you remember his apartment layout must be identical to yours. It's odd seeing him move around in your home as if he's been here a thousand times before.

Part of you can imagine it. Him sleeping in your bed, or reaching up to the top cupboards to get out flour or sugar for a baking recipe. You can picture the way his shirt would ride up slightly as he reached up…would there be abs under there? You can imagine him sat on the sofa beside you, making an indent of his own, and it almost feels real.

You push the images away as he turns back to you, "Thanks again, Y/N." He's about to push open the bathroom door when he stops. "Oh shit, I didn't bring a towel. I'll go get one."

"Don't worry, I've got spares. Bottom draw by the bath." You smile and Steven relaxes a little. He shuts the door behind him with a little awkward wave.

Once he's gone, you move to the centre of your living room and silently scream. Steven Grant was killing you, and he didn't even know it. He had no clue the effect he had on you, and the first time he had stepped into your home you were messy and the place was a state and - oh.

The water is running. And a new image pops into your head.

You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You gulp it down almost as though you hadn't seen water for days. No, no, no, double nope. That's wrong. That's bad.

And yet, there it is.

The image of Steven Grant, naked, using your shower. Using your body soap and lathering himself up. Using your shampoo and getting bubbles in his gorgeous, curly hair. The images come and you don't even realise you're gripping the side of the countertop until there are indents in your palms.

You let go, try to shake the thoughts out of your head. You try to think of something sweeter: Is he the type of guy that usually sings in the shower? Does he use shampoo and conditioner or is he a 3 in 1 type of guy who just slapped it on his body and hoped for the best? With the way he smells, all clean and enticing, you doubt it's the latter.

You're so caught up in thinking about him that you jump out of your skin when there's a knock at your door.

You take a breath, calm yourself down, and open the door. You take the food from the delivery guy, say a quick thanks, and put the pizza box down on the kitchen counter.

The water shuts off and the bathroom door opens slightly, "Y/N, do you have guests? Should I go?"

Even though you can't see him, you smile. "No you're good. Just my pizza delivery."

"Ah, okay cool." There's a pause and then, "What type of pizza is it?"

"Veggie. It's my favourite."

A trail of bathroom stream reaches the kitchen and you wonder what he looks like in there. Would he be the type of guy to wrap the towel around his entire body, or just the bottom half? You scold yourself for thinking about it. Stop it.

"Can I be a cheeky bugger and nab a slice? Only if that's okay. It's just this work event is going on all night and I don't think there's food and I was an idiot and didn't make anything so-"

"You can have a slice, Steven. You don't have to explain yourself all the time."

You still couldn't see him, but you hoped that your words made him smile.

"Right. Okay. Thanks, then. So much. I'll be out in a bit."

The bathroom door closes. You take the pizza box to the sofa, sit down and press play on your show. What better way to distract yourself from the attractive man in your bathroom, right?

Wrong.

Ten minutes later Steven walks out of the bathroom and you nearly drop the pizza slice that's in your hand.

"So, how do I look?" He walks his way over to you. You don't even pause the show you’re watching, your eyes are just trained on him as he walks toward you.

The suit he's wearing is dark brown, to the point it could be black, and the shirt is a light blue. There's a golden, patterned tie dangling around his neck that he hasn't done up yet. His old clothes and shoes are tucked under his armpit.

When you say nothing, all flustered and slack jawed, he sighs.

"I look like a knob, yeah?"

"No! Not at all!" You put the pizza slice down in its box, and stand up from the sofa. "I was going to say you look amazing."

You walk towards him and prompt him to turn around. He gives you a whole three-sixty spin so you can take in the entire view.

"You sure? I'm not good at this suited and booted stuff." He pauses, a small smirk playing on his lips, "Not like this anyway."

You frown a little, wondering what that means, but you let it slide. "Honestly Steven, you look great. A proper gentleman."

He smiles at that and he eyes the clock on the wall. "Oh bugger, I'm going to be late. You mind if I-?"

Steven points towards the door. You nod, "Yeah, sure. I wouldn't want to make you late."

"Thanks, Y/N." He smiles at you sweetly, and he's about to walk towards the door when you call him back.

"Steven, come here." You reach down and pick up a slice of pizza for him. "You've got to eat, remember? And you've not done your tie. Here."

You close the distance between you and hand him the pizza slice. He gives you the biggest, most appreciative smile you've ever seen. He takes a bite as you start to tie his tie.

He makes a small noise as he eats the slice, almost like a moan. You gulp hard. He's warm beneath your touch and he smells like you. You're torn between inhaling deeply and not breathing at all. You've never been this close and it's electrifying.

You finish his tie and look up at him without moving away, your face now feeling warm as ever. "There. You're good to go now."

He smiles down at you and then, surprisingly, wipes his mouth with his sleeve and plants a quick kiss on your forehead.

"You're the best. You're so bloody lovely." He steps away from you and heads towards your door, the half-eaten pizza still in his hand.

"I'll repay you for this. A date or something, maybe. If you want to." He's opened the door and is looking back at you as he talks. You smile and nod your head profusely.

"I'd like that. See you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah. Thank you again, Y/N. You're brilliant. Later's 'gators."

The door closes behind him and you're utterly, unbelievably and unequivocally grateful for the existence of Steven Grant.

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odiwtbl · 2 years

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The Man from Under the Streetlight

Dano!Riddler x reader

Warnings: light stalking ig, sfw

Author’s note: this is my first time posting on Tumblr lol pls be nice.. criticism is v much welcome but be gentle. Also my first time writing with the whole ‘you’ thing instead of pronouns so im not sure if it works, and also I can never tell what tense im writing in so bear with. Not beta’d either, send it. Also no y/n :) enjoy lmao

Wc: 2082

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Your day could not be going any slower. It was one of those gray days in Gotham, which, granted was pretty much everyday in the city, but today was especially dull. The rain had been on a steady drizzle, soaking through anything within minutes, leaving the diner with little to no patrons. You had been working since 1pm, it now being 9:30 and you had only served maybe six people. It’s a surprise you hadn’t gone absolutely insane due to boredom. The diner was small and had always been family run. It had been serving the Gotham citizens for the past 60 years, although you were sure no one would really miss it if it weren’t here. The things the building had seen over the years, it was extremely close to the The Iceberg Lounge, setting it up nicely for some interesting happenings.

As you wiped down the counter for the hundredth time, you looked up through the windows. The streetlights had been on for a few hours now, the sun setting earlier and earlier, a warning sign that winter was still oncoming. Streams of water collected and ran down the edge of the sidewalk, carrying bits of trash and debris. People hurried by with their coats drawn and hoods up. While Gotham wasn’t the safest of places to live, the people had always interested you. So many faces, so many stories. You could people-watch all day, it being the best thing to pass the time on dead shifts like this one.

A man with a bright red coat, maybe a gift from his wife or girlfriend. A woman pulling a child along, the umbrella she’s holding mainly covering herself leaving the little one to get wet. Another woman stepping out of the corner store, throwing her items in her bag hastily before stepping out into the rain.

A tall man with mousy hair, stepping under one of the streetlights, the light catching his locks causing them to glow like a halo. Little raindrops caught on the lenses of his glasses, fogging up his glasses. Round cheeks that were tinged with red from the cold. His breath leaving in little puffs of cloud in front of his face. Every step or so getting bumped by a passerby. You could tell he was unsure of himself, not knowing how to command his presence. There was something about him that made you watch for longer than normal. Longer than necessary. His eyes darted up and around him as more people jostled him about, before looking through the window and catching yours.

You looked away quickly, making yourself look busy, pretending that you weren’t just completely gawking at a stranger. After a few moments of fake wiping the counter, you looked back up to where he was, only to see the spot under the streetlight empty and the movement of the sidewalk back to normal again.

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You were the prettiest thing Edward Nashton thinks he’s ever seen. He’s never seen eyes as wide as yours, eyes that were actually looking at him, not through him. The subtle expression you were making as you looked him over, ingrained in his memory. The way your skin flushed pink with embarrassment upon being caught. Yes, definitely the prettiest.

That’s why he was stood in the alleyway beside the diner. Waiting for you to lock up and walk home. He just wanted to make sure you were safe, that’s all. He could be your guardian angel. Watching from afar, keeping you safe and clean from the filth and the rot of Gotham. He would do that for you because you deserve it, he could tell.

If there was one thing Edward was, it was patient. He’d been standing in the rain, in the cold, in the dark, for the past three hours now. Listening for the sound of the door closing, your soft footsteps along the sidewalk. He’d wait however long it took for you.

Another twenty minutes passed before he heard you closing up. You walked past the alleyway, not seeing Edward, not seeing anyone. You had your headphones on, Edward could even hear your music leaking out slightly as you walked by. How were you supposed to hear if anyone was about to attack you? About to follow you? How were you supposed to keep yourself safe if you weren’t aware of your surroundings? That’s why Edward stayed behind, you can’t look after yourself the way he could.

He kept a safe distance from you, the streets now practically empty. It was about midnight, Edward thinks. You shouldn’t be out this late. You should be home, safe.

Your apartment wasn’t far from the diner, maybe a fifteen minute walk, and Edward was proud of you for taking a well lit route home. Maybe you do have some street smarts after all. He stood across the road after you had entered the building. It wasn’t the nicest of places, but for Gotham it wasn’t so bad. Some minor deterioration on the outside, the fire escape seemed to be covered in rust and grime, and the windows on the ground floor were boarded up. He prayed that that wasn’t your apartment, how would he keep an eye on you if he couldn’t see you?

The lights on the third floor flicked on and Edward held his breath. You passed by the right side window and through to the left, turning the light on in the new room. His eyes lit up seeing your face again. The back of your head was lovely, but nothing compared to your face. Your beautiful face. He wanted to hold your face, feel your skin in his hands, your breath on his face. He wanted you. All of you.

His breath hitched as you turned you back and removed your work uniform. You need blinds, anyone could watch you. You stepped away from the window, moving further into the room and out of sight. But he stayed just in case. A glimpse of your head was all he needed. Edward stood and watched through your window well into the early morning. The sun was almost coming up by the time he left to go to his own home, the sky turning from black to a blue colour. He imagined what you would sound like on the walk to his apartment. He wandered what you smell like, what your laugh sounded like, how you take your coffee. Edward was desperate to know every little part of you, how your brain works. He needed to know. And he will, he’s sure of it.

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The next morning was gray like the one previous, but at least it was dry. You didn’t have a long shift today either, only the breakfast shift which you didn’t mind too much, it always seemed to pass by relatively quickly.

You could tell the diner was busier today on the approach, the booths that lined the windows were all full, mostly with the regulars. The people of Gotham love a routine, you thought to yourself.

The bell above the door chimed as you pushed it open, the familiar sounds and smells soon engulfing you, everything as it normally is, except for one person.

Their back was to you, hunched over, writing something. Your heart jumped when you noticed the familiar mousy hair and slightly awkward posture. It was him. The man from under the streetlight.

Taking a deep breath, you breezed past the counter and through into the back to put your bag away, forcing yourself to not look back at him as you passed. What is he doing here? It must just be a coincidence, right? Too many thoughts crossed your mind as you started to almost panic. There’s no way he’d come out to see you. You had been thinking about him all night, from your walk home to lying in bed. This had never happened before. Your brain had never been so consumed by something, by someone, before. There wasn’t even a reason for it, not one that you could think of. He was just a stranger caught in the rain, you just happened to see him. It was all a case of right place, right time. So why were you almost obsessed?

You placed your bag and coat into your locker, pushing the door shut and twisting the dial to lock it. The chef, Michael, was the only one in the kitchen this morning, already 6ft deep in tickets and orders, but he still grumbled out some sort of greeting as you called his name hello. Generally you got on with the people you worked with, it was only a small team, but the other waitresses were decent enough, you all looked out for each other on shifts which was nice. After all, it’s important to stick together.

As you pushed through the doors that led out behind the counter, you had to force yourself to think about something other than the man from yesterday. You could feel his eyes on you as you picked up one of the notebooks from behind the till. You could feel his eyes on you as you went over to one of the regulars, Danny. You could feel his eyes on you while you filled up empty mugs and took away empty plates.

At last, after twenty minutes of constant watching, he seemed to have settled down, turning back to whatever he was working on, scribbling away and murmuring to himself. It finally gave you a chance to look at him. Really look at him.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his right eyebrow jumping occasionally as he thought something over. It looked as if he had forgone a haircut for a little too long, his almost brown but significantly blonde hair dropping down into his eyes. He had a strong nose, paired with a softer jaw, his side profile resembling that of a Greek statue. It looked like he had blue eyes, but that you couldn’t be sure of from this distance. Slight stubble coated his chin. And he looked tired, so tired. His eyes were slightly sunken, dark circles painted underneath. You could look at him forever, you think. He’s interesting.

You sucked a breath into your chest, before walking over to him.

“You need a top up?” You questioned, looking down at his slightly empty cup. You were stood opposite him, behind the bar. Up close you could see he was writing into a ledger, his writing messy and barely legible, you couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what it said.

His hands stilled at the question, his head snapping up almost too quickly. His eyes, that you could see now were a blue-gray, were wide looking at you, as if he were surprised you had even spoken to him, “Uh- Oh, y-yes. Yes, please.”

You smiled politely as you tipped some fresh coffee into his cup. Like his presence suggested, he seemed to be on the shyer side, not that you minded. It made a nice change from the type of people you have to deal with in Gotham.

“I’ve not seen you in here before. What’s your name?” You couldn’t help yourself but to ask his name, you were too curious to go without it.

“I’m, uh, Edward”, he replied, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.

“Edward… It’s nice, suits you.” His cheeks turned pink with the compliment, he thought you were just being friendly, like you must be to all your customers, but you really meant it. It’s a nice name. You told him yours shortly afterwards, him tripping up once more on his reply. You excused yourself when another customer called out for a refill.

Edward. It’s a strong name. Eddie suits him more, you think. You made yourself busy, wiping up tables and carrying out food, occasionally glancing over at Edward. Really you wanted to go over and talk to him more, but decided against it just in case you came off too strong.

You heard Michael call for you from the kitchen, something about a ticket not making sense. You made your way over to the hatch that was behind the counter, leaning through the gap slightly to answer him.

Once again you could feel a pair of eyes glued to you, following your movements, but by the time you turned back around hoping to get another look at him, Edward was gone.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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