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dear diary | eddie munson

SUMMARY : dear, diary. developing a crush on your own best friend is the hardest feeling to suppress in the world especially with eddie munson. xoxo

eddie munson x fem! reader

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REQUEST : by @kellysimagines

GENRE : angst & fluff

WARNINGS : two idiots who don’t know they’re in love, love confession, embarrassment, bullying and misunderstandings

WORD COUNT : 5,212

a/n: i hope i satisfied your request !! i kinda like it.

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oh, how the world can be cruel.

in all of your years being friends with eddie munson, you couldn’t remember how the two of you got together for the first time. sure, he was about one or two years ahead of you but that didn’t stop him from being held-back until you two were finally classmates this senior year of ‘86. in which was a bummer for miss o’donnell considering you two were a headache together. to say, an unlikely pair yet bonded over for the fact that they shared common interests amongst the normality of other teenagers. metal? DnD? fantasy shit? star wars? LOTR books? anything that’s with getting drunk or high as fuck? you two were on the boat for it, hence being a known duo throughout hawkins high.

but of course, at least one of you would catch feelings in the long road. and fortunately, it was you, you who first caught the glimpse of something else in your vision of other than the eddie munson being that musty annoying fellow freak of a best friend than to someone now you’d see as attractive. it was weird at first, of course eddie had some look that you’d see in him and agree the fact that he’s kinda hot. and you could remember the exact moment when that spark happened about a year ago or so.

it was another night in his trailer. you had offered him to help him study to pass a class he was failing severely, you felt sorry for him when he begged. laughed when he almost cried seeing an F on his quizzes again and again. it was going normal, you hitting him in the head every time he’d be zoning out or completely ignoring your pointers. and it eventually ended when the clock struck midnight.

“you wanna sleep here tonight, shithead?” he asked, usual ass nickname thrown. you rolled to lay on your back, staring at that god ugly face before nodding sleepily as you couldn’t glance at that math book anymore.

“fuck you for failing math and making me help you study.” you muttered groggily, eyes closed, getting cozy on his pillows. the scent of weed filling your nostrils making you sniffle or actually high.

he snorted. “not my fault it was so hard.” the background noise of something shuffling made you peek one eye out to glare at him. the noise of it annoying but there he was, removing his shirt off over his head, not ashamed he was in his literal boxers and half naked whilst cluelessly turning around to pick a shirt up from his floor and sniff it for inspection until he nodded with his choice.

gross. that should be the first thing you’d thought about him but no. your eyelids fluttered, gazing down to his chest seeing a new tattoo there. the dangle of his guitar pick necklace making it all more enticing. it was sort of a skull or something, you don’t know, it just looked… hot. his arms flexed as he pulled the clean dirty shirt over his head. the forearm tattoos bulging on sight, your heart thumped, your legs rubbed against each other. a fluttery feeling arose inside of your chest as you dumbly checked him out. he looked different, not as a different different but something on him changed. mature you would say, but you know damn well he’s got the mindset of a fucking annoying fifteen year old. but you were hooked, trying so hard to chant in your mind the reminder of, that’s fucking eddie. snap out of it!

“you good, shithead?” he called out, snapping you out of your drunken trance as you nodded seeing him clothed now. you felt your cheeks heat up. the confusion setting in as you shook your head. what is wrong with you today?

“yeah, new tattoo?” you asked, pointing to the spot on your chest where his tattoo was, trying your best to forget about what you just thought of your own best friend.

“hell yeah. looks rad, ain’t it?” he walked over to bend down and pull the collar of his shirt to show it with pride. you looked at it, not realizing the space between the two of you so minimal, suddenly it was a problem. you got flustered again, shyly looking away as eddie noticed your discomfort.

“you okay, sweet thing? cheeks looking glowy.” he teased, letting out a raspy chuckle that was somehow making your heart race to the skies again. sweet thing? he called you sweet? you were mildly panicking in the inside as you uttered no response making him raise a brow but ignored it as he laid beside you, unaware how you were considering in the inside that you’d kiss him—

“hellllooooooooo??? earth to shithead?” eddie tapped your forehead repeatedly with the tip of a pencil until you shoved his hand off. you were dozing off, bored to your wits as the two of you were seated together in english class.

“what?” you sighed, irritated, glaring at him. he grinned as he showed you something on his notebook. you look down seeing a fucked-up screwy drawing of a dick. dickhead. you glared at him again.

“you can’t even draw a dick.” you muttered, lowering your voice, faking a disappointed tone.

“a man’s trying.” he pouted making you roll your eyes as he squinted at you, still trying to draw a dick. “and how do you know what a dick looks like, huh?”

you huffed. “jesus, eddie. stop drawing and listen to the lecture.”

“maybe you do know. i think you’ve seen my mine.” he snorted, you blushed remembering that fucking time when you had accidentally seen him in the morning after your sleepover again, when he had rushed to the bathroom because of something pocking out of his boxers.

“you’re so gross.” you scolded, looking away.

he grinned, continuing his teasing further. loving the way you’re squirming cutely. “did it look—“

“mr. munson! stop flirting with—“ the teacher raised her voice, stopping to see you two seated beside each other, sighing tiredly. eddie’s eyes widened as yours was as well, pinching his thigh discreetly below the table making him yelp loudly. making the teacher sigh again. “…what did I say about sitting beside miss y/l/n in my lectures, eddie?”

“sorry?” eddie scratched his forehead awkwardly, all eyes were on the two of you. she was about to say something else as the school bell rang signaling lunch break making all students stand up, cutting the teacher off. you sighed in relief as eddie rubbed the fat of his poor thigh, faking a hurt expression as he looked at you as if you did something so horrible to him.

you ignored him, focused on getting your books in your bag for next class. shoving your pencil case as well, your eyes widened slightly seeing your diary out of the blue on the desk. you panicked, the familiar black worn-out exterior intimidating you knowing all your secrets are in there especially the most crucial of all who’s right next you. putting it between the books and notebooks, you could’ve swore you’d tuck it in safely inside your bag before english. you brushed it off anyhow.

“took you long enough.” eddie commented as you both stood up, exiting the room as students flocked the hallway as always.

“hey, eddie!” both of your heads shot to the direction of the voice. you sighed seeing that one cheerleader, you forgot her name (not like it matters anyway) call eddie out. you looked at him, lips in a frown as eddie’s grin drop, jaw clenching, a bit uncomfortable that girl was waving at him. you were too, never had you seen that woman ever glance at him yet here that blonde bitch was. were you slightly jealous? maybe, for no reason other than knowing her reputation as someone who is mostly like all the preppy students.

“ignore her.” you whispered, tugging his arm to the direction of your lockers. he stopped you, sighing, something in his face that seemed important. your brow arched, confused as you asked. “you coming, edds?”

“i’ll meet you later. i gotta deal with her.” he pointed to the gal. you were confused but nodded, looking over his shoulder for a second seeing that annoying smile on her face yet turned to him still unamused he was dealing in school hours.

“don’t ditch me.” you reminded him as he chuckled, eyes sparkling again as he kissed your cheek like always before he parted, the other girl’s calls for him ticking you off.

“it’ll be quick! i promise, sweet thing.” he winked, heading over to the girl. you rolled your eyes, turning back to walk over to your locker. mindless to put in the remaining shit in your bag to lighten the weight. not noticing the grinning brunette leaning beside you.

“you two are so cute.” robin’s voice teased, you shut your locker door with a slam as you crossed your arms before her. “and you still call him as your bestfriend?” she emphasized greatly.

“yes. what do you want?” you eyed her, ignoring her first comments about your relationship with eddie.

“well, answers first of all. why haven’t you asked him out yet?” she shrugged, confused. she knows the obvious feelings fluttering around the two of you, and she knew about your little secret since she had accidentally read your diary when you left it while working.

“it’s complicated and i’d very much like to discuss this at work than at school, rob.” you exclaimed as both of you walked towards the canteen.

“oh, please! your love life is like a bland cowering romance novel that readers are waiting for someone to make a first move for thirty-five chapters. you like him, he likes you. what is there to have complications, sweet thing?” she grinned, using the nickname.

you blushed. “you don’t know that.”

“oh, i do. and this hidden flirting going on is not working for me.”

“like i said you don’t know that.” you pushed, irritated already. robin paused her steps making you stop with her.

“y/n. as your friend and co-worker, i’m just saying go for it.” she urged, shrugging. knowing well what it’s like having a secretive crush. oh, and you knew hers as well, the price of paying when she read your diary.

“i appreciate your concern. but it’s eddie. nothing’s gonna happen.” you sighed, still pushing the thought of childhood best friends will just stay best friends. robin frowned, disappointed but didn’t push anything further seeing your face drop. unaware of the group overhearing it.

•••

“so how’d the deal go?” you asked, hoping inside his van as he started the car. school ended normally like any other day, except that he had gone back to you looking like something big happened to him. which you didn’t know if it was either bad or good.

“forgot her money. she said she wants to meet-up later again.” he sighed, words still blank knowing you sensed something he didn’t blurt out.

you blinked. “no money for a bag of weed? where?”

“i don’t know. just need the fucking money and she’ll be out of my hair. ah, shit.” he shrugged, mumbling as the engine won’t again as he repeatedly hit underneath the steering wheel, tone irritated. you kept your mouth shut seeing him suddenly all so worked up. couldn’t help yourself glancing back at how that smile that girl wore, did she say something to eddie perhaps? you were left wondering as the said man finally started the car and drove off to drop you off at family video. like usual.

you two eventually arrived there seeing robin and steve by the counter, helping customers. seeing a number of people in it, you sighed, another busy friday night.

“see you later. i’ll pick you up.” you nodded at him as you kissed his cheek for a goodbye. eddie merely gave you a small smile saying nothing else. no other nicknames or words just pure secrecy suddenly enveloping him that had you wondering what was going on.

“see ‘ya.” you smiled as you shut the door, glancing back at him as he drove away quickly. you stared off seeing his van disappear to the road, leaving you with this sudden confusion what’s going on with him. you did not want it in your head while working, you shrugged it off, wanting to talk to him about it later.

“you’re almost late!” steve pointed out as you got in the shop. you ignored him, setting your bag down in the backroom before picking out your work vest. robin was smirking and you paid no attention to it.

rent this, rent that, this movie this and this movie that. you were tired having to show a selection of the same fucking genres to one customer while the other on the phone you couldn’t understand the movie they were implying. you sighed again, rubbing your forehead, wishing you’d be by home now.

“welcome, ladies.” steve greeted the incoming customers. you glanced at them, your eyes widening hearing the chorus of girly giggles and whispers coming in. oh, you’ve seen them and you could see that gal from earlier eddie dealt with. along with the usual cheerleaders you’d see, chrissy and that. steve manage to be the first to whoo them, obviously harrington charm still working. you walked away from the group, a sudden ick of not wanting to interact with them.

“hey, y/n, right? friend of eddie’s?” what the fuck. you turned to the side to see the same gal right next to you. bubble gum gloss on her lips, maybe a little overuse of blush but that’s her.

“yeah.” you nodded, turning on the fake employee smile. “you need help with anything?”

“yeah. yeah. i’m carol by the way. i think you know me.” she smiled, offering her hand up for a hand shake. her smile, you couldn’t pin point the exact adjective you’d use for the smile but it’s certainly looked bitchy.

“ok…” you awkwardly shook her hand as you steered the conversation back into the purpose of why they are in family video. “so, can i help you?”

“i just need like a movie for tonight. i got a date. wondering if you can suggest me anything that’s romantic or action. just wanted this to be perfect.” she let out another big smile. you stared at her for a moment, steve was right fucking there, why not him?

“oh, cool. well most of the selection here are top sellers right now.” you pointed at the isle in front. “do you have any preference or the lucky guy?” you asked, feeling your jaw pop off if you continued to smile, staring into her eyes seeing that glint of something else. not necessarily friendly, just passive aggression behind that candy girl smile.

“i’m pretty sure he’s kinda into star wars. you know, cute and all. do you know that?” star wars. star wars? you nodded, forcing to pass by her to get to steve. something ticking you off by the way she looked at you and her choice of words. robin watched the scene unfold, also intrigued where this is going as you called for steve to ask about the trilogy if it were here or not. steve gladly offered his assistance as he patted your back, you smiled at him, offering carol to him as you can see her eyes immediately stick to steve.

“wow.” robin muttered, looking over to you as you quickly went to her side. “what was that?”

“that’s the same girl who’s been waving at eddie earlier at school.” you shrugged, sitting down on the stool. “you know dealing with her and shit.”

“yeah. i get that but what did you do?” robin asked as you leaned against the counter, careful to lower your voice. “i swear, chicks who smile like that always has something going on.”

“i didn’t do shit. why’d you think i’d do?” you glanced to the group again as steve head shot up and winked at the two of you. robin rolled her eyes as you chuckled seeing him being overcrowded. your smile slowly dropped as you glanced again at carol, you could see her, briefly staring at you before whispering something to her friend’s ear. as obvious as they are, you bit the inside of your cheek before turning your back before them, wanting this to end. the uncomfortable feeling too overwhelming to handle.

and thank god it did.

“freak munson still not here?” steve stood beside you, family video already locked up as you were waiting outside patiently for the metalhead to show up any moment. the cold air brushing against your cheeks, reminding you that awful presence inside the store a while ago.

“he’s usually late but not this late.” you shrugged, guessing you’ve waiting over half an hour.

“well, i can’t leave you here. robin’s already waiting in the car, wanna hop in?” steve offered, putting his hands inside of his pockets as you smiled at him. always so sweet. you pondered, knowing your family might scream at you, if you didn’t come home early as usual. you were about to say yes until blinding lights made you yelp, steve muttered a curse as the lights flicked shut leaving you to see eddie’s van. him, hurriedly running up to you with a huff in his chest.

“you’re late.” you pointed out, a grin forming on your lips yet dropped seeing his face contorted into a sort-of uneasy look. what happened?

“you okay, edds?” your tone went soft, reaching out to him.

“yeah. yeah. i’m f-fine.” he huffed, glancing to steve now as he tip his chin in greeting. “harrington.”

“munson.” steve greeted back, flashing a tight lip smile as steve turned to you to part ways, patting your shoulder. “see you tomorrow, y/n.” he winked.

“goodnight.” you nodded at him as steve left the two of you alone in front of the store. eddie’s eyes bore the back of the former hawkins king, you squinted your eyes at him, suddenly aware of how weird he is today. well, he’s always weird but in a annoying way.

“you sure you’re okay?” you asked again, reaching your arm out to pull him close to you. your heart thumps again, the familiar fluttery feeling of having to touch him in such a caring way made you giddy. a whiff of a scent caught your our nose all of the sudden, his warmth overwhelming that you could distinctly smell some cheap perfume on him that had the notes of bubblegum or vanilla in it. huh.

you didn’t want to assume, but it definitely smelt familiar. a unruly thought escapes your mind, turning the mood sore instantly. was he just with carol?

“i’m perfectly fine.” he lied, biting the inside of cheek. “harrington’s seems quite close to you.”

what? you gaped, flustered what he’s saying. “because we’re co-workers, dumbass?”

eddie’s eyes shared no familiar amused glint, only pure seriousness you’d never thought you’d see in. him. you weren’t sure, if it were pure hatred or loathsome you could see in the disturbance of his expression. is he mad?

“yeah. co-workers.” eddie nodded, jaw moving to grit his teeth together. still clueless you are.

“uh…yeah.” you nodded awkwardly. he didn’t say anything else as he tore his gaze away from you, the closeness turning cold as he parted to hop in his van. ouch.

“asshat.” you mumbled, the hurt lacing your chest seeing him in a tantrum of some sort. you shrugged it off, the bile sadness taking over you how cold he suddenly is making the rest of the night all too uncomfortable until you got home.

•••

after that unfaithful night, everything became into this cruel blur you couldn’t understand. eddie hasn’t been going to your house to hang out or invite you some shit in hawkins. or now sitting beside you in same periods. all a change that you couldn’t understand what’s wrong. and you did the same. hating how it was happening. did you do something? did he discovered something or what? that made you fear if he ever discovered that secrecy of your likeness to him, was he disgusted at you? or just showing you that he doesn’t see you the same and that this pure friendship was crumbling apart now? gods, you were panicking.

“he’s ignoring me for days, rob.” you cried out, fed up that it had been roughly at least five days since the sudden change of his demeanor started. you had tried walking up to him one time, tried to talk to him like you always did but he just ended up in some fucking excuse he’ll leave quickly. you ignored him at the start of that.

“wait. i got some shit i just heard yesterday.” robin raised her brows, whispering beside you in the canteen. you sat next to her instead of the hellfire table, knowing the current situation is too uncomfortable to join them.

“oh?” you asked.

“apparently that chick carol’s been saying about some date she had with eddie the night she came into the store.” robin shrugged, not liking the way this was happening. everything froze.

“what?”

“she’s been running her mouth like crazy, dude. i didn’t know if it was true cuz eddie? eddie? she had a date with?” robin sighed. “thought she had something for steve but wow, eddie.”

wow. your jaw clenched, your cheeks flushed as anger flowed in your veins. all answers that very night you were suspicious of revealed. the jealousy turning in, making you clench your fists. trying to keep calm as you remained neutral, your throat constricted, wanting to cry this out. pathetic it maybe, you excused yourself for robin as you grabbed your backpack quickly, unaware one item had fallen out as you were about to pick it up.

“oh, gosh.” your eyes widened as a manicured hand snatched it before you could. the black exterior taunting you, your fucking diary! you glanced up, seeing carol in front of you with a grin plastered on her face. you gripped your bag, an uneasy feeling surfacing up as the whole canteen went silent.

“thank you. can i have it back, carol?” you faked a smile, opening your hand out for the precious notebook. she smirked, all hell went loose as robin uncomfortably shifted in her seat. uh-oh.

“no. i wanna read it! it’s your diary, isn’t it?” carol laughed, catching all attention of the students nearby. “gosh, you see, i don’t normally keep secrets but it’s so fascinating how you write it down. munson never spilled anything about you and i wondered why you’re so special.”

“carol.” you warned seeing her open it, you tried to grab it out of her hands but she instinctively step back, grinning venomously. her intent clear to embarrass you for no goddamn reason what you can think you have did to her.

“let’s see.” carol chuckled. “oh, here. i’ve been dying to read this part.” she cleared her throat out mockingly, raising her voice as all eyes were on the two of you.

“i haven’t been feeling well lately. everything seemed to change since eddie invited me that night to help him study for fucking math. sort of… he made a change of what i’m feeling for him—“

you ears ringed, no longer wanting to listen to her read the entirety of the catalogue. robin was shouting now to stop but carol kept going until waves of giggles and laughs erupted in the cafeteria. your eyes stung, tears pooling in your eyes. embarrassment and shame in the pit of your stomach as you couldn’t do anything but stand there. until a figure had been stalking up to where you stood.

“god, y/n! you’re such a romantic! pathetic you’ve been holding it for like what? a year?” carol laughed as she waved the book menacingly, you ignored her and hurriedly exited the room. tears dripping down your cheeks as robin shouted your name.

“what the fuck was that for?” eddie tutted in, grabbing carol’s wrist tight. the girl’s eyes widened as eddie snatched the notebook out of her hands. tucking it in safely before the girl could scold him. the entirety he heard of it.

“what? didn’t i do you a favor, munson? there! she likes—“ she laughed. “no, loves you and here i thought she got a thing for harrington.” she smiled wickedly, gloss taunting him to pull her by her over-hair sprayed hair. he was not one to hit a woman, but this provoked him.

“fuck off.” he pointed at her, one thing in mind to catch up with you as he left the scene as well.

“honey, y/n. come out.” robin knocked on the stall. you sat there, on the toilet bowl, messy tears dripping down to your chin as you muffled your sobs. wishing you’d bash your head somewhere and be gone from the world. until the door came banging on the wall making you jump.

“what the fuck, munson? this is a ladies room!?” robin yelled, your eyes widened. heart racing hearing footsteps come in.

“i need to talk her.” eddie pleaded, the other brunette still unsure whether to interfere but nodded seeing the sincerity in his face. better be. “thanks, buckley.”

shit. shit. shit! you panicked, hearing robin get out of the bathroom. you kept your mouth shut, afraid to make any noise. knowing what could happen next would be a complete disaster. you hugged yourself, trying to push in the pain you’ve been feeling and the neglect he’d put on for no reason. hot tears cascaded, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sniffles, pathetic it was.

“sweetheart.” eddie knocked gently, tone soft and quiet. “lemme see you, sweet thing.” he begged.

you didn’t respond. eddie let out a sigh, him a complete dickhead for ignoring you while you ignored him of that. it was petty to say, but he was jealous for the reasoning behind it. finally wanting to say it out loud now.

“listen, i know i’ve been a real shithead but um… i’m sorry. didn’t mean to ditch you. i got a little jealous, i guess—“ he continued his words of how the day he had the deal with carol was that the bitch didn’t meant to buy weed from him as he realized now. rather than talk him into getting an answer if you liked harrington. which was a total dumbass move he did when he blindly agreed to the girl to finally sell her the stuff after school and shit. and things went turbulent there when he saw you standing next to steve.

woah.

“it’s not that, edds.” you sniffled, not sure if he was telling the truth. “you heard what carol read on that fucking diary. don’t tell me this because you feel sorry for me.”

“it isn’t. i like you! i really do! please let me see you.” eddie urged, tapping the stall repeatedly. you sighed, standing up, wiping your tears as you roughly opened the door to see him in front of you. brows scrunched, lips pouty and red. probably from his lip biting. you sniffled as he pulled you into his arms. you sighed, not sure if you’d hug him back.

“aren’t you embarrassed for me?” you whispered against his chest.

“like i said. i fucking like you too. i love you.” he muttered the last part. loud enough for you to hear it. the seeping sadness still overwhelming the tinge of joy and hope you felt if this was really real. “shame you didn’t told me sooner.”

“mhm. really?” you looked up to meet his eyes. eddie’s heart almost stopped beating as your glassy eyes were like wonders for him. for so long he’d been dreaming what it felt like if you liked him. and now, wishing it was under better circumstances, he smiled as he kissed your cheeks.

“wanna be with you. swear it on my guitar.” he pecked your lips finally. your cheeks heated up as you looked away, shy now. was this real? was it really real?

“hundred percent real.” he whispered teasingly, as if he read your mind. your eyes widened as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears intact. you hugged him, loving his warmth and his familiar scent if cologne and cigarettes in your nose.

“atta, girl.” he chuckled, hugging you back as he sighed in relief. the feeling of content replacing the embarrassment you had. the sweetness a bliss before you glared at him, remembering he has to make up for it and thought of carol lingering your mind. needing to do something about it.

“you owe me a date, asshat.”

“will do!”

•••

“welcome!” steve greeted again for the seventh or tenth time today. carol came waltzing in, after her little proud fiasco she did, she was sure she could get a hit on with steve right now.

“hi, steve.” she waved her hand as if she was shy. steve smiled at her as usual, sure she was that the former loverboy had an interest in her. well he should! she thought, smiling proudly at him as she batted her eyelashes.

“hey, carol.” steve greeted back making the gal’s heart flutter how he remembered her name. “can i help you with anything?”

“yeah. was wondering if you got any… romance in there.” she smiled.

“yeah. plenty. i guess?”

“and if you’re willing to hang out with me after your shift.” she boldly added, leaning forward on the counter to stare directly at the working man. steve chuckled, clearly he was into her right? that winning smile and all just for her.

“well, carol.” steve let out a nervous chuckle again. smile dropping. “i don’t date with highschoolers… you know.” he shrugged as carol’s brow rose to the roof. the brow stencil almost coming off.

“well, you can always make an exception.” she tightly smiled again. god, was that creepy.

“and i don’t date heinous bitches who humiliate someone publicly.” steve trailed, not amused now after what she did. steve smirked as carol gaped at him, nervously chuckling as she started to ramble on but steve ignored her. “hey, if you’re not here for a movie. i suggest walking out, missy.” he pointed to the door.

“what the fuck!?” she angered, feeling oddly humiliated now when several people looked at her with a chuckle. the rejection stinging as she walked out of the store, not noticing you and eddie as she bumped your shoulder.

“watch where you’re going.” you commented as her eyes widened seeing the two of you together. eddie stuck his tongue out as she ran away. you laughed, scolding him for being that mean, he kissed your cheek lovingly. as both of you went in the store to see steve smiling proudly seeing the two of you.

“i owe you, man.” eddie placed a hand on his chest, looking as if steve did something so holy making the metalhead try to bear hug him. steve yelped, pushing him off. looking at you for help to get your annoying boyfriend off of him.

“yeah, yeah. stop fondling me— y/n!”

woooh. i think this fic is the longest i’ve written and the most fun. <3

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ace-of-zaun · 2 years

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another part of 'Drunk Mind, Sober Heart'? Yeees please

A/N: Thank you for requesting!! <3 -el x

young!silco x gn!reader, 2.7k words, SFW

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, hangovers, love confessions, slow dancing my beloved

Part 1 | Part 3

Up until now, you’d despised the nights when Silco got drunk because more often than not, it led to your heart breaking a little bit more each time he did. But the outcome of this particular drunken escapade had been the exact opposite.

It had healed your heart in a way that you never thought would be possible.

You’d woken after a brief, restless sleep with Silco’s confession still rattling around in your head. Blankly staring at the ceiling, you’d then spent the next twenty minutes fighting the urge to scream in frustration, if only to avoid waking up the very man who was haunting your every thought.

He probably wouldn’t even remember that he said it, so what’s the point getting so screwed up about it?

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was just drunk and definitely didn’t mean it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that alongside everything else he’d said and done last night, there was something more to it.

Silco was known for choosing his words carefully, drunk or not.

Driven by the need to check on him, you force yourself to get up and make your way down the corridor to his bedroom, a heavy, indescribable feeling brewing in your chest with each trudging step. But he’s not there.

A quick check reveals that he’s not in the bathroom either, as you find the door wide open and the tiny room empty.

Hmm. You really hadn’t expected him to be up so early, not with how much he’d obviously had to drink last night.

So you begin to make your way down the stairs to the bar when the rolling sound of Silco’s voice halts you mid-step. You unceremoniously clutch onto the bannister to stop yourself from tumbling down the stairs, the old wood faintly creaking in the wake of your desperate motions.

Frozen in your tracks, you listen intently, trying not to make any noise that would reveal your presence.

“Seriously, Vander, I’ve fucked everything up,” you hear Silco mutter in his rough morning voice, that always makes your heart feel all fluttery.

“What exactly did you say?”

“I literally said goodnight, I love you,” Silco recounts, punctuating it with a heavy sigh.

Ah. So he did remember.

“Shit, Silco…” Vander exhales, “Well, do you?”

You wait in anticipation for a concerning amount of time, enough that your stomach begins to twist in horror at the very obvious silence.

Maybe you had read it all wrong.

Fuck, you’d gotten your hopes up for nothing when he was just drunk. You’d-

“Yeah, of course I do,” Silco finally replies, in a tone that leaves absolutely no room for interpretation.

Your breath catches and it feels like the whole world has just burst into colour.

He loves you back. Silco loves you back.

As you exhale shakily, you can’t help the giddy smile that takes over your face.

But Vander’s voice soon cuts through the euphoria, “What are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know, I-”

A minute shift of your weight means that you accidentally hit the creaky part of the floorboard on the step, and you’re forced to continue your journey down the stairs in a panic, lest they figure out you were eavesdropping the whole time.

As you enter the bar, walking as casually as you can, Silco’s gaze instantly snaps over to you and his eyes widen slightly, which you probably wouldn’t have noticed if you’d not been looking for it. He’s slumped on a bar stool whilst Vander is behind the bar, sluggishly cleaning a pint glass on auto-pilot.

“Morning, boys, how’s the hangover treating you both?” you say cheerfully as you cross over to them, your heart still beating rapidly in your chest.

They both groan and you chuckle in response.

Placing yourself down on the stool directly next to Silco, you can’t help but jostle his shoulder when you notice that he’s still wearing the same clothes he went out and slept in.

“Nice pyjamas,” you parrot his own greeting to you last night.

Silco gives you an unimpressed look that would send anyone else running, but it only prompts an entirely innocent smile from you.

Oh, this man is going to be sorely mistaken if he thinks you’re not going to spend the next few months winding him up over last night.

You turn your attention to Vander, surreptitiously bringing the beer mat Silco had gifted you last night out of your pocket.

“Pour me a pint, Vander, I want to put my new gift to good use.”

Both men look at you like you’re crazy until you wiggle the beer mat in front of you.

Silco groans loudly in embarrassment.

“Hey, Van, did you know that I’m smoo-”

You’re abruptly cut off by Silco clamping his hand over your mouth.

“Stop,” he groans, extending the vowel exaggeratedly, “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?”

You giggle and remove his hand from your mouth, leaving him to cover his face with his hands, all the while thoroughly messing up his bed hair even more with his long fingers.

“So, what are you up to today?” you ask.

“Oh, you know, thinking about tossing myself into the River Pilt.”

You shake your head at his dramatics. This boy. This ridiculous, foolish, gorgeous boy.

“I’ll come and watch then, I can give you a score out of 10 for your diving skills,” you tease.

“Cheers,” he mumbles through his palms.

“Well, I gotta go down to Benzo’s and sell him some junk so we can pay off our tab from last night,” Vander cuts in, closely watching the two of you bicker like an old married couple.

You almost blanch at the sound of his booming voice. To be honest, you’d forgotten he was standing there, too preoccupied with how Silco was doing to even remember the other presence in the room.

Sil grunts in response while you simultaneously nod at Vander in acknowledgement, leaving him to stumble tiredly out of the bar mumbling something about Sevika stealing all his money.

But before he disappears through the door, he manages to give Silco a very pointed look, which Silco returns with his own meaningful glare. A silent conversation that you’re pretty sure you understand after overhearing their conversation earlier.

When Vander is gone, you’re struck with the realisation that for the first time since last night, you’re once again alone with Silco. Except this time, you finally know for certain that Silco loves you back.

One glance at him reveals that he’s looking a little more worse-for-wear than you’d originally realised. You lean forward to peer at him more closely.

“Seriously, though, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just got a headache” he replies, before sheepishly rubbing his forehead, avoiding your gaze, “Hey, uh, thanks for last night… I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” you tell him sincerely, automatically even.

The exchange feels eerily familiar up until you recognise it as being almost verbatim from the night before, except this time you’d been brave enough to give him the response he deserved.

You suddenly feel an inexplicable change in the atmosphere and Silco finally looks up at you. You wonder if he felt it too.

His expression drops into something you struggle to name, whilst his eyes tick over your face like he’s only just truly seeing you for the very first time.

You put a hand on his knee and lean in slightly closer, his eyes widening at the contact.

“Silco, I think we-”

Loud footsteps on the stairs cause you to jump and whip your head around, just in time to see Sevika trudge into the bar. She looks just as hungover as the boys, if not more.

And just like that, all the air has been sucked back into the room, the little bubble you and Silco had been in now popped.

“Morning, Vika,” you call across the bar.

“Shut up, you’re far too loud,” she snarls, slumping into a booth.

You can’t help but laugh.

When you turn back to Silco, he’s still looking at you in the same grandeur way as before, but you quickly decide that there’s no way you’re talking to him about his confession whilst Sevika is in the room.

It crosses your mind that you should probably come up with a way to properly tell him. You know, make it a special moment, one that really shows him how much you care about him.

“Right, I need to go pick up some stuff from the market,” you say, gently patting his knee twice before standing up, “I’ll let you have some peace and quiet.”

But Silco obviously isn’t done with you yet because he grabs your hand as you move to leave. Like a car being jump started, the sudden contact from him acts like a spark for an idea on how to finally tell him that you love him.

You slowly look down at the way he’s holding your hand and then back up at his face.

Silco says your name in a low, bordering on desperate voice, but you cut him off before he can speak again.

“Hey, when you’re done perfecting your diving, come find me later. I want to show you something,” you tell him, offering him a smile.

And that must satisfy whatever he was going to say because he returns your smile and nods, causing your heart to beat rapidly in your chest again.

Gods, the effect this man has on you.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you say, quickly squeezing his hand and letting go to leave the bar.

You were going to make sure Silco knows exactly how you feel before the day is over.

With the beer mat Silco had given you now proudly sitting on your desk as decoration, you’d gotten dressed in your best outfit, ready to finally reveal your long-held feelings to him. A reminder of the happiest day of your life thus far, you’d planned to treasure that little piece of cardboard for the rest of your life (or at least until Silco gets fed up with you teasing him mercilessly about it, of course).

Now walking through the dusty streets of Zaun with the man himself, you fight the urge to hold his hand, if only to not spoil the surprise when you finally disclose that his feelings aren’t as one-sided as you’d both thought.

He’s looking much better now after a shower and a change of clothes, and is no longer squinting at the city lights since you’d also bought him some painkillers at the market with your meagre savings.

It was completely worth dipping into your funds though. To physically see his headache melt away from him, his features infinitely more relaxed than they were this morning in the bar.

But, there’s barely enough time to admire his profile as you walk beside him because you finally arrive at your destination, stopping abruptly outside the entrance to the abandoned cannery.

Silco looks surprised as his eyes dart from the building’s entrance to your face, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. But all you offer him is a knowing smile, leading him through the dark building and down the stairs until you’re in front of the huge glass pane carved out of the underground rock.

You both approach the glass slowly, drinking in the deep dark of the underwater, the glow of the sealife lighting up the murky waters. There’s life down there that you never even knew existed. The River Pilt being so toxic from run-off pollution, you doubt the majority of Zaun’s citizens were aware that it housed an entirely new population, one that wasn’t too dissimilar to Zaun itself.

There’s a brief moment where you forget that Silco is even there, caught up in the beauty of the scene in front of you, until his fingers gently bump against yours.

Your attention is quickly snatched away from one exquisite sight to another, as you gaze up at Silco standing beside you. The expression in his seafoam eyes paints a picture of pure wonder, like he’s witnessing the discovery of an entirely new world.

You take in the way his jaw is slack and his crooked teeth peek out between the flesh of his scarred lips. His breathing is almost as shallow as yours.

A creature suddenly shoots past the window and your eyes snap back towards the river, drinking in the scene for a few more spellbinding moments.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you whisper, almost like you’re afraid you’ll scare it all away if you speak too loudly.

“Breathtaking.”

At the sound of Silco’s gravelly voice, you turn to look up at him again, finding him already staring at you. He immediately takes notice of the tiny quirk of your lips.

Silco begins to snake his arms around your waist and pull you towards him, but before he can you grab his hand and lace your fingers with his, holding it up in the air. He pauses and his brows furrow in confusion when you tentatively place your other hand on his chest.

“Excuse me, I was pinky promised a dance,” you say coyly.

There’s a few beats of silence before he smirks in recognition.

“I think you’ll find that you promised me a dance,” he replies.

“Ah, so you do remember.”

“Of course I remember,” he smirks.

Silco’s arm continues its journey round your waist and his fingers gently squeeze yours as he begins to sway you both a little bit. Your breath catches and your eyes instantly drop down to your hand splayed on his chest.

“I wonder if you remember some of the other things you said to me last night,” you mumble nervously, “And this morning to Vander.”

When your eyes flick up to gauge his reaction, you feel your stomach twist at his fallen expression. He stops moving but keeps his grip on you, like you’d fade away if he let go for even a second.

Silco mumbles your name in a tone that sounds heart-wrenchingly cautious.

“I… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just-”

The hand on his chest moves up as you put your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately.

“Silco, it’s fine. I feel the same,” you tell him softly.

You watch in fascination as his expression melts from worry into pure surprise. In fact, he looks so shell-shocked, you find yourself curling your hand up and around his shoulder. A gentle squeeze breaks him from his reverie.

“You do?” he says in an adorably hopeful voice.

You nod, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face.

Silco’s features soften into pure happiness as he pulls you even closer, drinking in the warmth of your love.

“I was worried you didn’t mean it because you were drunk, but when I heard you talking to Vander this morning…” you say, hoping he understands your trepidation.

His hand drops yours to gently cup your cheek, so he can deliver his next confession whilst staring deep into your eyes.

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Suddenly, it’s as if nothing else in the world matters. Nothing but him and you.

“I love you too, Silco. Have done for a long time,” you whisper shakily.

He smiles again and takes hold of your hand, resuming your slow dance.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks curiously.

“I don’t know… I guess I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same,” you admit.

“Well, I do,” he affirms, “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it.”

Silco’s arm around you tightens until you’re flush against his chest and he leans down, capturing your lips in the sweetest, most ardent kiss you’ve ever had.

His scarred lips moving against yours feels overwhelmingly natural and you swear it’s going to be your downfall.

When you both pull back for breath, you rest your head against his shoulder and allow him to lead you in a serene slow dance, accompanied only by the peaceful sound of the underwater and your intermingling sighs of contentment.

You dance long into the night, until you can’t remember anything except the feel of Silco pressed against you, just like he was always meant to be.

PART 3

A/N: slow dancing with silco is the only thing that will fix my broken heart, i’m convinced of it 😔

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Bite My Tongue (Pt. 3) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ After the successful launch of Eddie’s original DnD campaign, you convince him to take you on a late-night drive. You reveal hidden fears and hopes, and bond over your shared desires. Eddie gets too comfortable and takes things a step too far.

→ 3.5k words: including mentions of abuse, an emotional heart-to-heart, eddie singing in the car and generally being an incredible person

→ a/n: i sincerely apologise for all the heartbreak, i promise i’ll make it up to you guys in the next part ♥️

♫ mood: ‘dionne’ by the the japanese house

→ read part 1 | → read part 2

A couple weeks and countless nights spent planning in your room later, Eddie was ready to launch the Hellfire Club into the greatest DnD campaign they’d ever, and possibly would ever, play in their lives.

He had gone all out: decking the classroom they hired out bi-weekly in set pieces he’d convinced the drama department to let him borrow, along with some things he’d made himself out of a bit of cardboard and sheer determination.

The look on his friends’ faces was well worth the effort. Dustin and Mike were especially impressed, sharing a slack-jawed look, taking in the mystical elements that transformed the space into a medieval-inspired dungeon. Plastic torches flickered with fake fire; the space surrounded by cardboard castle walls accompanied by hanging plastic skeletons, the long table adorned with daggers and jewels and chalices filled with fake blood.

If anyone walked in now, it’d be near impossible to convince them DnD wasn’t satanic.

It was when all the guys had taken their seats, Eddie clearing his throat to put on his most theatrical voice as he raised his arms, when you burst in.

“Shit, sorry,” your voice hushed, and you began backing out of the door “I’ll come back when you’re done.”

Eddie dropped his arms with a wide smile, “We haven’t started yet. You wanna watch?” He walked towards you, hand sliding up the door, holding it in place, “It’s just as much your story as it is mine, you know.”

“I came to return these,” you placed your closed fist onto his palm, transferring the collection of silver rings, “You left them at my place again.”

It was becoming a habit. He had started leaving them there after he’d forgotten them that first night, on your bedside table. He figured it’d give you an excuse to come see him, if you ever needed one.

You picked up his hand, brushing a tender touch over the rose-bush cuts that had healed into white slivers on his fingers, then slid his rings on.

He raised an eyebrow at your wrist. “My bracelet.”

You clutched it to your chest. “It matches my outfit today.” It was the only piece of jewellery of his that fit, so you’d decided to steal it.

Mike cleared his throat, and Eddie flipped him off without looking away from you.

“So,” he smiled, “You’ll watch?”

Eddie had already felt giddy, knowing this was to be the first day of his campaign. But now that he had your eyes on him during it? It was like floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Every time something dramatic happened he’d glance at you, totally entranced, your elbows on your knees as you sat on the edge of your seat.

No, not seat. Throne. Because Eddie had given you the head place at the table, the omnipresent goddess of the world you’d helped him create. You were haloed in gentle light, a real-life angel blessing them with your presence.

You shared in the excitement, cheering along when someone rolled for a successful action, and hiding your face during tense encounters. During the session you teased Mike and Dustin endlessly, and Eddie could see you were close with Mike, which wasn’t surprising.

The kid kept looking to you for advice on how to progress when the road diverged into different paths. Unluckily for him, you had no stakes in the game and only wanted to pursue the decisions that would land him in the most trouble.

You’d laugh whenever your choice backfired, and Eddie could scarcely do his job as Dungeon Master because he felt his chest go all fluttery whenever he heard the sound, his breath stolen from him and steeped in your mirth.

By the time the session came to an end, he felt slightly relieved, because he wasn’t sure how long he could go on pretending in front of everyone that he wasn’t totally head over heels for you.

You stayed back to help him pack up all the décor, which he appreciated endlessly.

“I didn’t know you get super into it,” you said as you reviewed the session, “You’re really passionate.”

Eddie felt a pang of embarrassment, rubbing his neck as he replied, “Yeah, I can go a bit overboard with the voices and stuff.”

“No,” you stopped, turning to him, arms filled with the skeleton he’d stolen from the biology classroom, “No, it’s great! It makes everything feel more immersive.”

He chuckled, “You think so?”

You ducked behind the skeleton, making it wave. You put on a ghoulish voice and said “I knooooow so.” Eddie just about burst a lung as he laughed.

“Fuck, you’re precious.”

You’d never cared much for the phrase about feeling butterflies in your stomach, but when Eddie said that, his head tilted and his eyes full of adoration, you felt as though your body had become a butterfly sanctuary, fluttering wings replacing the marrow of your bones, replacing the beating of your heart.

He went back to cleaning up like nothing had transpired, but you stood there for a couple more seconds, wondering why Chance had never called you precious before.

With an extra set of hands, packing up took half the time setting up had, and Eddie was left wondering how he’d spend the evening, as it was still young by the time you’d almost finished loading up the van.

There was only really one thing left.

“You want it back?” you asked as he threaded his hand underneath the chain bracelet, fingernails scraping gently against your pulse.

Eddie shook his head. “Keep it.” It would be fair that you carried a reminder of him, since the heart in his chest was a constant reminder of you.

“Hey Munson.”

Chance’s voice startled you apart, and you felt guilty without really knowing why.

“What’re you doing here, honey?” He greeted with a kiss to the side of your head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Just helping Eddie pack his things,” you explained, “Did you win your game?”

“Nope. We sucked. Let’s get out of here.”

A group of rowdy jocks passed by, headed by Jason. He let out a low whistle at the sight, “Mingling with the freaks now, Chance? We didn’t lose so hard that you’re looking for new friends, right?”

Chance chuckled, not noticing how tense you’d gotten next to him. Eddie could see the distress clear in your body language. You did not feel comfortable around Chance’s friends.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, “C’mon, Jason’s giving us a lift.”

You rolled out of his grip, “I’m not finished yet.”

Eddie was about to interject and let you know he could handle the rest when Chance rolled his eyes and asked “You want a ride home or not?”

The impatience paired with his flaring nostrils annoyed him way too much.

“I’ve got her,” Eddie retorted, a little possessive.

Chance looked like he was about to reject the offer, but Jason called out his name, and he let it go.

“I’ll see you at your place later,” he told you, slipping back to catch up with the others.

You let out a loud sigh, rubbing your eyes with the edge of your palms.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, and you looked surprised he was asking.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He led you to the passenger side, opening the door for you, wincing as it creaked. When he started up the van he opted for the safe option of the radio, not trusting his hands to be steady if he loaded up a cassette. It was tuned to the local alternative radio, and he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove the route to your house.

He could see out of the corner of his eye how dejected you’d become, sinking into the seat, eyes following the landscape painted in black under the moonlight as it passed by.

“You okay?” He asked again.

You sat up a bit, glancing at him. “Yeah, I just…” You played with the sleeve of your shirt, “don’t really want to go home yet.”

“You hungry?”

That turned out to be the golden question, and you soon found yourself sitting in the parking lot of a burger king, eating crappy food with a satisfied smile. Eddie spilt mustard on his Hellfire shirt, and despite rubbing at his profusely, it wasn’t going to come out without a good wash.

You almost choked on your drink as he pulled the top over his head, balling it up and throwing it into the back. He pushed up and hovered between the two front seats, the guitar pick on his necklace dangling as he searched for something to change into.

He was so close you could feel the heat of his body; smell the hint of cigarette smoke mixed with cheap cologne. You tried not to stare at his chest, but to your credit, it contained a few interesting tattoos to ogle.

Then your eyes drifted elsewhere, towards his back, and you were stunned at the scarring there, evidence of past lacerations across his spine.

He caught you looking when he sat back in the driver’s seat, a Metallica shirt in his hands. You decided not to say anything, not wanting to drudge up past trauma if he wasn’t ready.

“What do they mean?” You pointed at his tattoos, hoping he didn’t think you were staring because of anything else.

Eddie looked down at his chest, tracing his tattoos. He looked up at you with a goofy smile and said, “They don’t mean anything. They’re just cool.”

You huffed a laugh at his response, watching as he pulled the new shirt over his head. Now dressed and clean, he wrapped his hand around the handbrake, but paused, looking over to you.

“You wanna tell me what’s got you so bummed out?”

It shouldn’t have shocked you, his attention to your mood. He somehow always knew what you were feeling.

“It’s stupid,” you said, and he gave you a look that said no it’s not. “I guess I kinda feel trapped.”

Eddie turned his body to you, listening intently.

“I’ve been in Hawkins my whole life. I want to leave so badly, but Chance wants to settle down here. I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I honestly can’t think of anything worse than raising a family here. I don’t want to be relegated to some baby making machine, I want to travel and do amazing things!”

You dropped your hands from where you’d been waving them in the air to accentuate the graveness of your matter. “It’s easy for people like Chance. Highschool has given him his best years. But I’m not like that. I feel like I’ve barely even lived.”

You looked back at Eddie, a small smile on his face. “I sound like an idiot, don’t I?”

“No,” he said, pushing the handbrake down, “Put your seatbelt on. Let’s get out of here.”

‘Here’ had apparently been in reference to Hawkins, and you noticed as soon as he missed the turnoff that would bring you home. Excitement filled you, and you shared a wordless smile as Eddie got onto the highway, driving North, away from town.

There’s something about the highway late at night, most lanes empty. The darkness of the enveloping trees and the navy sky above a comfort despite their monotony as you watch it all fly past through the window. Eddie sung along quietly to the radio, and though you’d heard his voice before, you never got sick of listening to it.

Just as you thought he might never stop, the road stretching on forever, Eddie flicked his indicator to the off ramp, a big sign indicating that he was heading for Kokomo. It wasn’t anything special; a sleeping town similar to Hawkins, but at least it was somewhere new, somewhere you could watch pass by through the window and wonder about the people who lived here, and what stories they’d lived out.

Eddie had obviously never been here before either, looking down every street, slowing down at every turn to see if there was anything interesting to discover. Eventually, he pulled onto a dirt road that led to a park, and he parked the van atop a bridge. A lazy river flowed underneath it, moonlight glittering on the calm water.

The air somehow smelt fresher here, and you took a lungful, feeling cleansed when you exhaled. Eddie knelt next to the van, motioning for you to take a step up. He hoisted you onto the roof and joined you shortly, the van bouncing slightly as he settled beside you to take in the view.

“Know any constellations?” he asked, reclining onto his back to take in the sky.

You shook your head, looking up. “I don’t.”

“Then we’ll make our own.”

Eddie pointed out a collection of stars that looked like a smiley face. You struggled to point out one that looked like a dog. He said it looked more like a cat when he finally found it. His arm kept brushing yours as he gestured to the star he liked most; one that was flashing.

“It’s probably been dead for millions of years.”

Eddie popped up onto his elbows, “Is that right?”

You smiled, eager to teach him anything you could. “More than half the stars in the sky that we can see right now have probably gone supernova ages ago. Light travels pretty slowly, and because they’re so far away, their light only reaches us after they’re gone.”

He frowned, “That’s sad.”

You shrugged. “It’s just what happens. The one that’s flashing is probably going supernova, millions of years ago, but also right now.”

Eddie laid back down next to you, the edge of his pinky brushing against yours. “Like you.”

You turned your head, looking at him for an explanation.

“You’re this brilliant, amazing person, and whenever anyone looks at you all they see is light,” Eddie wondered if he was being cheesy, but he’d already begun his little spiel, so he didn’t dare stop now and keep you wondering. “I’m just worried that they’re convinced you’re fine when in reality you’ve been, and you are, breaking down.”

He was giving you an invitation to either shoot him down or give into the topic. He knew he’d managed to pull it off when you nudged his pinky, wrapping yours around his.

“It’s not their fault. I’m too good at pretending everything’s fine.”

“What’s on your mind?”

You looked back up at the stars, your eyes glassy, reflecting their shine. “Everything feels so stagnant. My job, school, my family, Chance.” You swallowed before continuing, “All I’ve ever done is work hard to make everyone happy. I know I’m lucky, and I shouldn’t complain. My parents have sacrificed so much for me, including their happiness.”

“And I know they don’t expect anything in return. All the pressure is self-enforced. But I need to be the dutiful daughter. The perfect girlfriend. The diligent student. I have a duty to be the person they need me to be. To surpass them and prove, to myself more than anyone, that all the pain and frustration was worth it. I should feel honoured, but I just feel stuck. I carry the burden of everyone’s problems and the moment I try to focus on mine, it’s like no one’s listening.”

“Hey, I’m listening.”

You turned back to him, stars trembling in your eyes.

“I’m sorry for ranting. You and Nance are the only people I feel like I can really talk to. But with Nancy, I feel like I can’t tell her everything. I don’t want her to worry. She’s been through enough.”

“Don’t ever apologise for getting things off your chest,” he reassured you.

You nodded, gifting him a small smile. “Are you doing alright?”

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” Eddie teased, “But yeah, I can definitely relate to that kind of pressure, in a different way.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “The part about wanting to surpass your parents, become a better person to prove that the pain was worth it? Though, I think your folks are a lot nicer than mine were.”

You’d never brought it up, but you knew there had to be a reason Eddie lived with his uncle and rarely mentioned his parents.

“Can thank my dad for the sick scars on my back,” he sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “It was a relief when he got addicted, because uh, at least then he was too dosed up to give a shit. That’s why I'm always careful when I get high. Don’t wanna end up like a zombie, like he did. And I owe it to my uncle to be a better person.” He picked at the tears in the knees of his jeans. “I understand how it gets tiring, trying to do right by those who’ve supported you, especially when they can’t really understand you. At the end of the day that’s all anyone wants, right? To be understood.”

“Not loved?”

Eddie shook his head, “Nah. Anyone can love you. But love feels different when it comes from someone who really knows you. Someone who sees all the bad as well as the good, and still wants you.

You sat up then, and slowly pushed your hand up his shirt. Eddie’s eyes met yours as you felt the raised flesh of his back, valleys of suffering he had kept hidden right beneath the surface.

Moving your legs, you slid up behind him, wrapping him up in your arms as you pressed a kiss to his back. Eddie sunk into your embrace, feeling deeply safe and secure.

“I promise,” he spoke, and you could feel the reverberations of his chest, “We’re going to get out of Hawkins. I’ll buy an old camper or something, do it up reeeeal nice. You can write while we’re on the road, and I’ll play a few gigs, and when we get sick of it we’ll leave it at the airport and fly away to wherever you want.”

“Eddie.” There was a warning in your tone. Fantasies at a time like this weren’t going to help.

“Even if we do stay trapped in Hawkins for the rest of our lives,” he reached up and squeezed your hand, “I’m glad I’m trapped with you.”

He was baring his heart to you now, bleeding and on a silver platter. You wished he was the answer to all your problems. What you would have given to tell him you wanted him to take you away forever.

But reality was still only a 50-minute drive away, and it wasn’t going to go away. You had a Chance waiting for you, and you had to remain loyal to the man who had fallen for you a year ago, because you’d chosen him. Even though your heart ached for Eddie, and over the past few weeks it had become impossible to ignore the fact that you wanted him more than anything.

You’d just gotten too used to ignoring what you wanted in order to provide what other people needed from you.

“(Y/n)?”

You moved away from him, swinging your legs over the edge of the van’s roof. Eddie knew then he’d fucked up. He’d revealed too much, and you saw him for the reject he was. Or worse: you truly did care about him, but had realised his feelings for you were a lot deeper, and now he was just another person pressuring you to be someone he needed, when it wasn’t what you wanted.

He bit down on his tongue, wishing he could take back the last few minutes, rewind to when he was in your arms.

“Should get you home before your folks start worrying.”

“Yeah,” you wiped at your face, like you were crying. You were. “Good idea.”

The radio filled the silence on the way home, playing dionne warwick’s ‘walk on by’. You watched the roads become familiar again with tears in your eyes, and you felt like you were suffocating despite breathing just fine.

Chance was waiting by your front door as Eddie pulled up, his arms crossed as he saw the van. Eddie could see that your cheeks were wet in the reflection of the glass. He wanted to reach out, to comfort you in some way, but by the time he’d worked up the nerve you had already opened and closed the door, making your way to your boyfriend.

He couldn’t hear, but he saw the start of an argument brewing like a storm as you walked into the front door with your head hung low.

Eddie pressed his forehead to the steering wheel, simply breathing, trying to think of nothing. When he lifted his head, the light was on in your room, and though he’d been in there dozen times by now, the place now looked foreign to him.

Forbidden.

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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I was listening to the song “don’t stand so close to me” and now I’m daydreaming about being an assistant of sorts to Attuma or Namor, and them trying *so* hard not to catch feelings or being tempted and it’s got me kicking my feet n shit

Like yes, give me heart-fluttery big man attuma or jaw-clenching Namor when you catch him staring pleasasseee

Sexual tension !! I do love forbidden office romance trope 😮‍💨 knowing how they are, it’s going to be slow, and drawn out courtship. Stolen glances? Check! Jealous glance when someone gives you too much attention and vice versa? Check! I honestly love slow burn romance with a steady build up. And then all the confession either through drunken confessions or a late night confession is where it’s at! Gimme them attending gala, and they eye fuck each other across the room!

#linda answered #namor imagine #attuma imagine #namor x reader #attuma x reader

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Jeez, it took me almost an entire day to collect my thoughts about SftS, but after reading your asks and taking time to think about it all I have to say is wow.

I just want to preface that Oikawa was never a character I found attractive WHATSOEVER until I started reading your works. Even though you made him so disgusting?? in this I can’t help but still love him because of how well you write his obsession with the reader.

Also i have no idea why but it’s just so funny to me the way he’s like offended when readers dad asked if he killed her…as if he didn’t murder the rest of her family in cold blood.

Which leads me to talking about how that last scene was written from his POV and the way he was thinking about stuff?? He’s so despicable. Murdering a child *with mercy!! Such a great guy 😁👍 Although he did NOT hesitate to justify the readers stepmothers death. Reader never wanted her dead but he used her dislike towards her as fuel to take out his violent tendencies.

Besides reader, I also feel so bad for her father. You could tell he was holding everything back after hearing about his wife and son. The fact he was blindsided by Oikawa in the end too. He didn’t even have to time to think about how reader was going to be tricked and comforted by the man who hurt her the most 😞 anyways r.i.p.

I wanted to ask does Oikawa love reader in any way? Because you said that he wants to challenge himself by playing with her. So I know he doesn’t care if he hurts he, I mean he murdered her family and staged a traumatic event 🤷‍♀️ but I can’t tell if he’s one of those yanderes who’s just sick for no reason or sick because he lives the reader.

I also wanted to ask if he is one of those sick yanderes, would he reach a point where he gets bored and just outright tells reader that he murdered her family just to stir shit up?

Anyhow, RHI, i just wanted to tell you that it was absolutely phenomenal and it left me in shock. I saw none of that coming.

<33 bby my heart is all warm n fluttery reading this 🥺

But oh, Oikawa’s wholly and utterly enamoured with the reader. That doesn’t stop him from being a selfish, amoral asshole – if anything it enables those behaviours. He justified what he did to her step-mom, even to an extent what he did to her brother, all out of love of the reader.

He’ll justify a hell of a lot worse than murder if it comes down to keeping her safe and within reach.

Now I don’t think he’d outright admit to killing her family – not unless she asked him directly. He enjoys the domesticity, the willingness of it all too much to give it up so easily. The casual affection and the dependence/trust she has in him. The trauma bond of going through something awful like that and only having Oikawa at the end of it.

I think if it never came out, and they lived the rest of the lives laying low, oikawa taking jobs from shitty (well paying) people to do bad things and then returning home to his sweet little wifey, Oikawa would die a happy man.

But he’s not opposed to the truth coming out, either. He’ll love her if she’s oblivious, and he’ll love her if she hates him. She’s not going anywhere either way.

#rhi answers #fic asks #shelter from the storm #faerielotus

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Masky/Tim Wright x Reader {SFW}

A creepypasta/Marble Hornets fanfic. It is mostly SFW but can be a bit suggestive (no smut, don't worry). Read at your own risk. The full booklet can be found on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43587606/chapters/109835188

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Ah, yes, it's finally time for one of the manor's monthly sleepovers.

You see, ever since you became a proxy, you didn't expect things in the manor to be so lighthearted. Shopping trips, friendly family style dinners, and monthly sleepovers in the living room made things almost bearable. You've already had the pleasure of attending three so far, this one being your fourth. You've witnessed many dumb things during these slumber parties. It's everyone's chance to get absolutely hammered in participate in dumb games like Truth or Dare.

Tonight, you and the gang were already knee deep in another game. Jeff was just dared to go the rest of the game shirtless, Toby had to share his deepest sexual fantasy, and Brian had a makeshift tattoo sleeve because he was dared to let people draw on him. This was great. Everyone was at least somewhat drunk at this point.

You smiled as you looked around the room at everyone, until your eyes fell on Tim. God, he's adorably hot. Usually he's so stressed and tired, but right now he was just so perfect. He was laughing and chatting with everyone else, a soft blush on his cheeks from the alcohol. His hair was extra fluffy from all of the dares he had gone through tonight, most involving him proving his physical skills. You couldn't deny that Tim was your favorite part of these sorts of activities. Seeing him be able to relax and have fun just like everyone else was always a relief.

You blinked as he made eye contact with you, and you had to quickly look away, sipping at the beer in your hand sheepishly. For a moment, you felt all fluttery, his gaze lingering on you for just a few seconds before someone spoke up.

"Alright, alright, enough shit talking!" Jeff said loudly as he grabbed everyone's attention. "It's my turn and I choose.. Tim!" He pointed to the dark haired man to accentuate his point. "Truth or dare?"

Tim tilted his head back as he thought, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind was beginning to get all fuzzy from the two cans of beer he had already drank. "Ah.. Uh.. Dare, I guess," he said with a shrug as he ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at Jeff challengingly, smirking. "Hit me with your best shot, Woods," he sneered.

Jeff chuckled deviously, leaning forward slightly as if attempting to intimidate his poor victim. "Alright, I dare you to.." He trailed off, glancing around the room before his eyes landed on you. Unfortunately, he knew about your little crush on the manor's most notorious killer, and planned on using it against you as pay back for earlier shenanigans. "I dare you to show (Y/N) a good time."

A collective gasp went through the room, then it was silent. "What?" Tim asked softly, surprised as he glanced between you and Jeff. "Why.. Why would I do that?" Thank god he was already blushing or this would've been very awkward..

"You heard me. I see you two getting all cute and shit. I'm giving you an opening to have some fun~" Jeff teased, cackling afterwards. Tim felt the tips of his ears burning up from how much he was blushing. "Well, I mean, uh.. How the fuck would I even do that?" he asked quietly, keeping his gaze down as you squirmed a little from being put on the spot.

"7 minutes in heaven, of course!" Jeff responded while frowning. "Look, if it's too much, I can pick a different dare," he added while flopping back against the plush couch, bringing his drink up to his lips. He still seemed very smug about calling you two out. A few giggles started to bounce around the room as Tim hesitated. He glanced at you desperately, his expression apologetic. He mouthed the words "do you want to?" and your heart skipped a beat.

Your heart was racing and you felt all fluttery as you gave a vague nod in response. "Ok, ok, everybody hold your fuckin horses!" Tim growled as he put his hands up defensively. "I'll do it," he grumbled, glancing around at the group. Toby looked absolutely baffled. "W-Whoa! You're gonna do it?" the brunette asked curiously, a smirk coming to his scarred face afterwards. Jeff looked absolutely pumped. "Fuck yeah! I knew my wing man skills would come in handy!"

"Set a timer," Tim growled as he stood up, putting his beer on the coffee table and extending a hand towards you. "Oh, we will," Brian responded as he watched you two. "Go on, have some fun, we'll continue the game without you." He waved you guys off.

Tim looked absolutely flustered as he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you away while the others giggled at your situation then got back to their game. "Fuckin stupid losers, trying to help me get laid.." he grumbled, causing you to blink in surprise. Was this all a big ploy to make you guys get close? How many people had this planned?

He dragged you to one of the hall closets and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you. "Alright, so uh.. Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. I really, really like you, buut I don't want you to feel pressured, alright? If you wanna screw around, we can but otherwise.. Let's just uh.. Sit, I guess," Tim muttered as he sat down against the wall, keeping his gaze down so you couldn't see his face. Not like you could see much of anything anyway. It was dark as hell.

"Uh.. I guess.. We could sit," you mumbled as you sat down next to him. You still felt all fuzzy, but maybe it was because you had been drinking. It felt very tense and awkward now.

After what felt like forever, Tim spoke up. "Soo uh.. Besides this bullshit, are you enjoying tonight?" he asked quietly as he glanced towards you. His eyes adjusted to the dark much faster than yours did, probably because he's used to being in places like this.

"Oh! I'm having a ton of fun!" you responded with a smile, causing him to sigh in relief. "Well, good. We like to keep morale up, especially during times like this," he said with a light chuckle. What he meant by that, you didn't know. He always spoke pretty vaguely. You scrunched your nose slightly as you scooted closer, hesitantly leaning your head on his shoulder. He jumped a little at the sudden contact but didn't push you away.

"Crazy things happen at these slumber parties, huh?" you asked as you slowly moved one of your hands to his, feeling him tense again. "Ah, yeah, all kinds of stuff.." he mumbled, thankful for the darkness so you couldn't see how red his face was. "What's the dumbest thing you've seen happen?" you questioned, trying to keep the conversation going so it wouldn't feel so awkward again.

Tim chuckled and tilted his head back against the wall. "Oh, I've seen plenty of things happen," he started as you zoned out, slowly brushing you thumb over his knuckles as he spoke. You didn't really know what he was going on about but you enjoyed the sound of his voice and his soft laughs. You smiled as you slowly moved onto his lap, straddling him. "Keep talking," you whispered when he stumbled on his words.

You chuckled softly as his voice got all shaky, but he continued his rambling as you had requested. You hummed to yourself, leaning in and gently pressed a kiss against his neck, earning a shudder in response. His hands moved up and rested on your hips, lightly squeezing and encouraging you to continue.

"Come on, pretty boy, keep talking," you muttered against his skin, moving your head and pressing another kiss to his jaw. His breath hitched and he nodded, trying to focus on his story as you trailed kisses up and down his neck, careful to not overstep any boundaries. You were both drunk and fuzzy, so you didn't want to take things too far. Besides, you enjoyed this. Just being close and getting to kiss him and make him all fluttery.

"More?" he asked suddenly, one hand moving up your back while the other caressed your side. "More?" you repeated, smirking against his neck. You chuckled and lightly sunk your teeth into his skin, causing him to let out a low groan. "Thank you.." he mumbled, blushing like crazy. You felt your face heat up, your blush dipping lower down your body at his sounds.

You pulled away after that and looked up at his drunken expression. He cupped your face with one hand, causing your eyes to go wide as he leaned closer, your noses almost touching. Your breath caught in your throat and you squeaked in surprise as he pulled you into a kiss, his eyes closing in the process. You instinctively kissed back, your hands moving up and combing through his soft hair. One moved down his face, tracing over his sideburn and jaw.

Before things could get heated, there was a knock at the door and you both groaned in annoyance. Tim pulled back from the kiss, clearly annoyed. "Fuck.. I guess we can continue this later?" he asked softly, watching your expression fall. "Orrr I can tell them to fuck off?" he offered. He moved you to the side, leaning his weight against you slightly as he glared at the door. "Go away, we're busy!" he shouted, earning a laugh in response. "Ok, have fun!" Jeff responded as his footsteps descended.

Tim huffed then moved back so he could see your face. Before he could get a word in, you kissed him again, this time more needy and desperate with your actions. Not that he was complaining. He was sort of glad that Jeff dared him to do this..

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #creepypasta fanfiction #tim wright #tim masky #fanfiction

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Three: Jitterbug Love- Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings: mentions of puking and swearing

Word count: 2,999

Previous chapter

The truth was that you thought you were fucked the night before but on Monday you realized you were not as fucked up as you were when you woke up that morning. It was all thanks to the dream you just had, it had been weird but caused a fluttery feeling to explode in your stomach when Eddie kissed you under the moonlight, and he tasted like cherries and his lips were cold because he had bought you a slushy; you just came out of a concert in New York. It felt so normal to be there, when reality hit you like a bucket of cold water you woke up to the sound of fucking Van Morrison coming from downstairs.

You could feel your heart pounding so hard against your ribs that you were actually afraid you were going into cardiac arrest. You fell onto the pillow again, whenever you closed your eyes there was Eddie’s fucking smirk and those shiny brown eyes, fuck him! Fuck him and his charm!

The pillow did little to muffle your frustrated screams but Van Morrison was way louder than you so it was fine, but it wasn’t fine, you had a crush on fucking Eddie Munson, the one guy you never considered having a crush on. You even had one for Steve Harrington a couple of years back, and then he dated Nancy and who could beat Nancy Wheeler? Exactly, no one. So you forgot about him and then you disappeared, and it was all fine.

Robin, you needed to talk to her, she’d know what to do, or you hoped she knew because this could not continue to grow, this was a dead end, because you were going back to New York and he was going to stay and you… you couldn’t afford having your heart at stake for just a guy who had only treat you right and was fun to be around.

HE LIKED SOMEBODY ELSE! That was the main thing.

Shit!

Right after you finished your chores you were practically running to Robin’s, and the moment she sat you down at the foot of her bed you spilled the beans about the dream and how he had kissed you, both in the dream and in real life. You explained how the drunken kiss didn’t feel important in the moment, you have kissed people before and it meant nothing and you guessed this would be the same but, but—

“But you can’t stop thinking about it, right?” Robin had her hand on your knee, trying to give you a little comfort, it wasn’t working much but it was enough to at least have her there to vent to.

“Yes! and it’s… it’s so sudden and I—I didn’t plan it, it just blossomed out of nowhere and it’s been what? Two days, can you believe that shit Robin, who the fuck develops a crush on a guy in two days? I’m insane absolutely insane and stupid, I’m so very stupid because of the circumstances of the whole thing.”

Rambling was the thing you and Robin did a lot when you were overly excited, overly stressed and overly nervous. You were all of them combined.

“Y/n, that happens. It's the magic of love or attraction or whatever a crush is, but the feelings won’t go away just because you want them to, this is just so unfortunate because I know for a fact that you don’t go around developing feelings for guys every time.”

“I know… that’s why I’m freaking out here Robin!” you hid your face in the palms of your hands, “this sucks ass,”

“It sucks ass big time, he likes Chrissy though. Shit y/n, are you sure you like Eddie Munson? Damn this is so random.” You grunted, “yeah sorry, I’m trying to wrap my head around this situation.”

“I should just go back to New York, it’s for the best.” You decided, already making up your mind, it was just a logical answer.

“Hey! And what about me? You came so we could spend time together and instead you go hang out with Eddie.”

“Against my will! And look where it got me.”

“Not so against your will” if looks could kill Robin would be very dead by now, “what I’m trying to say is that maybe Eddie kinda likes you back. I’m not saying that he wants to marry you nor anything like it but why would he go to your place to just see ‘how you were doing’ adding to the fact that it was late at night and he had everything already planned. That’s sketchy as fuck if you ask me.”

Robin had been pacing around her room as she talked, coming up with theories, until you interrupted her.

“Maybe he wanted to ask Chrissy and he chickened out, he told me he wanted to ask her out but he was afraid so… there we have it! I’m his wing man or his back up plan to not be alone, I don’t even know.”

“Maybe we are overthinking now, reading too much into this.”

“You think?” you snapped, “we are choking in a glass of water, but I did this to myself.”

“Y/n, you are going to hate me for it but we need to call a professional.”

Robin stopped moving and looked at you dead in the eye, she was serious.

“This is so humiliating.” You whined but she was right. Desperate times require desperate measures.

★★★

Steve Harrington appeared in Robin’s room in the span of fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds, he was panting he had to take a second to collect himself.

“Where’s the emergency?” He asked, hands on his knees.

“Right here!”

“I’m the emergency!” You said gleefully, it was sarcasm mostly.

“Dude… we said we would only use an S.O.S call when there was an actual emergency! I have two spray cans, a bunch of lighters and my bat in the car. Jesus, Robin.”

You furrowed your eyebrows why would they need that in case of an emergency? You wanted to ask but Robin quickly diverted the topic, she started to ramble into what the real emergency was, aka, your heart.

“Still, I don’t see what’s the problem.” Steve crossed his arms leaning on the door frame.

“I am the problem, because I have a crush on Eddie Munson!!!” you snapped, clearly having a meltdown.

“Well, it does sound quite… kooky because it’s Munson but,” he shrugged.

“Steve you're not helping” Robin pointed her finger at him.

“I don’t know how to help you if you don’t tell me why you need help!”

You wanted to pull out the hair off of your scalp. “I have a crush on him and he likes someone else and I’m going back to New York in a few more weeks, what am I supposed to do?”

Steve could’ve made fun of you, or say anything mean to you but you were on the verge of tears, so he sighed and listened as you kept saying how you were not a popular kid and how flawlessly pretty Chrissy was and you had basically nothing to offer because you didn’t even lived in Hawkins and you were just an obstacle in Eddie's life.

After venting out and having Robin as your literal shoulder to cry on, Steve sighed, if you were clueless about how to deal with all that it was impossible for him to know what to do, and you knew because he went through the same shit with Nancy.

At the moment just having them there to cry and mumble things that diminished yourself felt better than being on your own. Yes, Robin often stopped you from talking like that and Steve added a few things to make Eddie look bad, like he didn’t wash his hair or that he wasn’t that good at guitar just to try and cheer you up, which was way more than what you had expected from his bitter ass.

It was late, now it was a good time for a bath and another crying session where no one would judge you for it. You were out of Robin’s house, your pockets full with used tissues.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Steve asked, jumping off the stairs of Robin’s porch. He was making the car keys go around his index finger.

“Nope, it’s just a couple of blocks I can walk.” You sighed, tired of speaking about the absurdity of your crush.

“Fine,” Steve shrugged.

Robin was watching you both with crossed arms over her chest.

“Steve…” she said as a warning.

“Robin,” you replied in the same tone. She didn’t have to force you or Steve to interact when it wasn’t strictly necessary.

“What?!” Robin’s arms flew to the sky “is it so hard to ask my two best friends to talk and solve whatever shit it is you two have against each other? You acted pretty civil up there, that was actually nice, can’t things always be like that?”

“I didn’t say anything. I’m willing to talk.” Steve adopted that posture where his hands found a place on his hips and that stern face was on him.

“Are you really?” you retorted, ready to fight because god knew you were ready for it.

“I am still here aren’t I?”

You wanted to whine like a kid but Robin was looking at you with pleading eyes and Steve had that firmness you hated about him.

“It’s up to you now,” your friend said.

“Ugh, ok.” You gave up with slumped shoulders.

“Ok you can talk in the garden if you want, I’ll bring something to eat.” Robin said cheerfully, but Steve and you traded looks.

“No, no Robin, we need to talk about this by ourselves, you did enough. Thanks.” Steve quickly intervened.

“But—guys come on!”

“Yeah Robin, you did your part, let us… do the rest.” You said.

“It’s none of your business Robin. See you tomorrow.” Steve waved at her and you mouthed a sorry to her.

She stomped her feet on the floor and stormed inside her home.

Steve juggled with his keys “let’s get you home and on the drive we can… talk or whatever.”

Without much option you entered Steve’s car. The cleanest car you’ve ever seen. No comparison to what Eddie drove.

A subtle smell of coconut lingered in your nostrils, “Do you use air freshener?” it wasn’t a shameful thing but Steve flatly denied it.

“What? No… mmm maybe, yeah it’s a lemon-coconut mist.”

“It’s nice.”

“Yup.” He started the car.

The stereo got turned on, Here Comes The Moon played, causing your heart to summersault.

“I love this song.” You muttered.

“I know,” Steve replied, going in reverse, putting his arm on the headrest. He noticed how you were looking at him. “Well you played it at my birthday party for like a whole hour remember? It was years ago, also you left the mixtape there.”

Nonchalant as ever, Steve Harrington had mastered that tone. You remembered that day, the first time you got drunk and he had to put you aside, ‘in charge of the music’ he said. You played DJ that night, until you had to run to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

“I’m surprised you even remember that, you were so obsessed with Nancy.”

“And you helped me get her to go to the party… but of course I remember that, I cared about you because your dad let you go only if I supervised you.” A grin stretched on his lips, he was now driving on the main street.

“That day I really thought you were going to throw me out of your house for the mess I made.” You chuckled lightly, remembering the horror on Steve’s face, “Are you still mad at me?” you meant it not only for the party but for whatever other reason he hadn’t said yet.

Steve sighed at your side “I’ve never been pissed or mad at you, not even that one time.”

You threw him a sharp look.

“Okay maybe I’ve been a little annoyed but it’s mostly me projecting my issues.”

“Are you okay?” It was a sincere question.

“Yeah… no, you know what? No! I’m not okay, my dad’s being a big piece of shit to me for not putting the Harrington name up to his toxic standards.” Hands gripped the steering wheel until knuckles turned white “and then you came back and acted as if I was a complete stranger.” Steve half yelled half whined.

There we go, lets unleash the beast.

“Hey! I’m gonna be real with you for a second here, we were friendly to each other but not friends, Steve.”

“Y/n, to me you were a friend, I talked to you about Nancy in that Chemistry lab class and you gave me advice on it and it worked, hence the party, hence the conversation we just had. Also I vented about my dad and my mom to you. I invited you to all the other parties and basketball games. How’s that not a clear sign of being a friend?”

You gulped, trying not to cry. Maybe he was right, he tried and you just ignored him, you shut down completely. Fuck, now it all came to you, you threw up in his bathroom and continued with life, no shame, nothing. And Steve, he had this idea of you being his friend since forever.

“But you were awful when you were with Carol and Tommy, they said such horrible things to me and to everyone, even to Nancy and you never said a thing! I never thought you considered me a friend!”

You looked at Steve, he was so serious, you’ve seen that expression in his eyes before, it was the same when Nancy first told him she didn’t want to go out with him. You swore you could see tears in the rim of his eyes.

“Nancy said the same thing you know? And just when I thought I was free from those two assholes, when I had Nancy in my life, as my girlfriend… you left and never tried to contact me and then I found out you talked to Robin, that you two were best friends and I saw… she’s never as happy as she is when you call her. And I got jealous and—dammit! I have abandonment issues okay!?”

His voice broke at the end, you were looking at the road agape.

“I’m sorry Steve, I really do. It wasn’t my intention, I truly didn’t notice.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I was going through a lot too. My parents’ divorce and the whole moving thing, I never thought about relying on other people. Not even Robin knew about me going away until a couple of weeks before it happened.”

“I’m sorry too. It was kinda my fault.” He sniffed, “Just so you know, I would’ve listened—I would’ve been there for you because you were there for me when I didn’t understand those incomprehensible shitty useless equations.” He chuckled, sniffing again. His hazel eyes looked at you, “I’m here now, okay?” Steve reached for your hand.

“And I’m here for you as well, now and as long as our friendship or whatever this is takes us” you squeezed his hand, “sorry about your dad you said he was awful but I never thought he could be so… shitty.”

Although you knew, Robin had told you plenty of stories about his dad’s hostility.

He sighed, “It will pass, at least now I have you and Robin to distract me with silly love drama” he half shrugged making you smile, “no offense.”

“You’ve had your fair share with love drama don't you?”

He rolled his eyes, freeing your hand. “Two-seconds of friendship and you’re looking for a fight y/n? Really?” He shook his head with faux offense.

“But that’s what friends do!” You stated, “ help each other, and love each other no matter what.”

“Fair enough, so as your friend I need to ask… why Munson?”

“Wish I knew, it’s as if I asked you, why Nancy?”

“I can answer that, easily. She’s smart, cute, strong, her lips are so soft—“

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

“You asked,” he made a turn, your aunt’s house visible from down the road. “So… what’s the plan?”

“There's no plan. I’m gonna ignore this.”

“It won’t work.” Steve parked outside the house, “trust me I’ve tried.”

“Sorry.” You patted his arm in sympathy.

“We’ve said sorry way too much in the past few minutes.” His eyes found yours, it felt weird to talk about boys without Steve. “There’s this party on Saturday, I bet Munson is coming because all the cheerleaders are going and you know who was or is one? Yeah, Chrissy.”

You grunted.

Steve grinned, “I say we go and I can ask him a few things, see how he reacts, when it’s safe we leave and go to my place—my parents went to a conference in Florida so it’ll be fine—and we can discuss this issue or just hang out, I don’t know. What’s cool these days between the kids huh?”

“I have no idea, but it sounds like a plan.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight, then we go pick up Robin.”

“Cool,”

“Cool!”

You got out of his car “thanks, I guess Robin was right, this did us good!”

“I agree, see you around.”

“See you later B.F.F.” you laughed seeing Steve’s face.

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, it’s weird!” Even though he was whining, a grin tugged at the end of his lips.

“Ok then, see you on Thursday bestie.”

“Still not the right name. Don’t worry I’ll find the perfect nickname for our threesome—wait, that sounded wrong.”

You let out a big laugh. “Just go Steve.”

“Right, ok, bye.”

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #reader insert #fanfiction #friends

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halloweenhoneylover · 2 years

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hello, your number one fan here

loved the prequel to slow going, SOOO good!! again, you’re so skilled at this, and i wish you only happiness.

so i’ve come to ask if you’ve heard djo’s (joe keery’s) newest song, change. i dunno about you but it makes me all happy and my heart all fluttery n shit. i was listening to it as i drove home from work tonight, windows down and cold as hell outside, and that feeling stuck out to me.

yanno, being awake at 2am during summer, sitting outside or having your window open and feeling the chill. the night being so dark that your eyes have to adjust and it’s just so quiet. if you’re outside the city, listening to wind in the trees in the wee hours of the morning is otherworldly, dude. it’s kind of a vulnerable feeling, when everything’s sleeping like that. and then playing a song that sits on that feeling, pressing it like a flower between book pages, drying it and imprinting that ~vibe~ straight onto your dang amygdala or some ish.

lol, i swear i have a point. i mention this on top of djo’s new song because, admittedly, i thought it’d be cool to share and hopefully see if you wanted to use this in a potential steve thing? please disregard this ask if it’s weird and out there. this is simply a humble offering of word-vomit brought to you by a hyper-fixation on music!

thank you for coming to my ted talk

Rigby <3

rigby ily and u literally read my mind bc change has been on REPEAT and he just released his new single asdfjkld it’s so talking heads i love it but i could def scratch up a little somethin like what you were talking about bc u totally encapsulated the vibe of that song and im inspired lol :)

#also im sorry i disappeared #its my habit #was opening a play so i was a bit busy lol #apologies

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bootlegfrank · 8 months

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Aweeeeee you’re welcome!!!!! You are special:) Calling my praise kink cute hehehe <3333333333 you’re wrapped around my finger huh? That makes me giggle you’re so cute sorry I say it a lot you’re probably sick of it by now but it’s true everything about you is cute as fuck. I would leave the best marks on you. I’d take my time and make sure you’re marked up real nice and when they fade, I’ll make sure to make more<333 Can’t leave that pretty complexion of yours be unmarked

You wanna know my eye color huh? Tell me yours first and I’ll tell you;) Im torn between thinking you have brown eyes and blue eyes. My first thought was brown but then I thought about blue and was like hmmmm I can see that. “I need to hear you say you're mine so bad” <3333333333333 the way you’re so into it too. Every day you get more and more attractive to me. I love making you feel fluttery I want to learn all the things that make you feel that way so I can say them ^.^

Asking me so many things about myself damn you really do like me heh you’re precious AWEEEE not you feeling embarrassed about how much you think about me hehe you should never feel embarrassed about that. I love that I’m on your mind it makes me happy. I think about you so much too:] and I also get embarrassed and then feel better when you say stuff like that hehe how much do you think about me? Tell me baby. AHHHHH you’re a hoodie person YUP I called that you 100% have the vibes. What’s your favorite one? I would love to wear one of them soooo bad. Glad that you like the idea of it too:) glasses huh? You fucking nerddddd<3333 NO WAY HAHAHA I WEAR GLASSES TOO Oh you have no idea haha if you saw the amount of effort I put into writing these I’m sure it comes across but I put a lot of effort it often takes awhile bc I want them to be perfect for you!! You’re worthy of this effort you really really are:) ANOTHER PHOTO you know exactlyyyyyy what you’re doing to me oh my fucking godddd hahahaha you’re driving me insane teasing me like this kwjsjdjdjdjd I want more of you so bad but I respect you wanting to be private but omggggshdjdjdj god I can actually see your hand this time YEAHHHH the glove….hot…..your fingers mhm I would love to have your fingers in my mouth SORRY AKSJDJDJDJ your skin is so pretty I like looking at it you have so many bruises I wanna kiss them all once again I want to be in your lap so incredibly bad would love to just melt there THE FROG !!!! MY FROG IS ALSO THE BEST TO CUDDLE WITH, too bad I can’t attach a picture;) I showed my frog your picture he loved it^.^ he would love to have a frog friend!!! Oh?? What would you do for me if I asked I’m curious AHAHA I’ll never abuse that though don’t worry heh I genuinely want the best for you and I want you to be happy and loved:] IM GLAD THE ACHE IS GONE!!! I think it definitely worked YAYYYY OOOOO you know my favorite show really depends on what I’m currently fixated on. Lately it’s been reality tv haha I’ve liked reality tv for awhile. My all time favorite show though is black mirror:] what about yours? yes your binge!!! I’ve seen your posts about it heh I hope your binge is going well. Who’s your favorite doctor? Tell me about your favorite companion and episode heh yk fun fact I loved Doctor Who as a kid I was quite obsessed:] another thing in common my heart<3333 omg you would actually add my timezone??? Omg…. Jwkwkwiwuwjwuwiwi immmmmm so tempted to give it to you bc that’s so owowiwiwiwjsjsjxjxud speaking of timezones I’m guessing your first language isn’t English wowieieie the detail about your hair oh?????? All these little details I’m gathering mhm good that way I can fantasize about you more accurately in my head god I’d love to run my fingers through your hair yk I can definitely see the bootleg Frank vibes ahaha from the gloves to the hoodies to the hair

BUYING ME A STUFFED ANIMAL STOP my fucking weakness you’re killing me wiwiiwiwueidsidjdj making me squeak n shit I would definitely think of you each time I cuddle the stuffed animal hehehehe I’d give it so many kissessssss I can picture myself being indecisive and fidgeting trying to decide which one I want n you being patient with me iwiiwuwjeueje sometimes I fr imagine you just being patient and sweet and understanding with me wiwiwjwj you have the vibe you would be

OOOO you could take me to any concert honestly if it was with you I’d be content. I’d like to see local unknown bands you like:) you’re so cool>.< I like a lotttttt of music!!! I really hope you can see Bokassa you deserve to!!!! I’m gonna try to manifest it for you I saw you say they’re coming there but you’re not sure you can make it. I hope it works out let me know if it does and if you do end up going I hope you have the best time!!!! I can’t lie some of the stuff you say makes me all jealous I don’t blame people for wanting you but hmph >:((((

I don't think I could get sick anything you say cutie <3 We'd look so pretty with matching marks hm <3 Hehe my eyes are actually pretty weird! I'd say they are green, but depending on the clothes I wear they can look more grey too hah, back when I had red hair they looked really green. Just know that whenever I ask something about you, you don't have to answer. I'm interested in you cutie but you never have to respond to something you don't want to <3 Oh baby you make me feel fluttery so often, I don't know how you do it, I'm so into anything you say <3 I like that you think about me a lot, that makes me feel fluttery. I thought about you last night, I was reading fanfic but I just got so distracted thinking about waking up in the morning to a message of yours, I ended up falling asleep before I could finish reading the fanfic cuz I couldn't keep my mind on track <3 My favourite hoodie is my Hollywood Undead hoodie, it's way too big and reaches all the way down to my thighs and it's got this unique acid wash pattern, I've had it for like four years now and have to keep mending it because I wear it so often haha. I also have an MCR Swarm tour hoodie, and a lot of plain ones with different fabrics, almost all of them black haha. I bet you'd look so cute in my fluffiest hoodie, sweater paws and everything <3 Haha I am a nerd, I wear fucking square black glasses xD I'd love to show more photos of myself to you, but my face is never gonna go on this account haha, if anyone is in my area they'd recognise me immediately. Mmm you'd look so cute with my fingers in your mouth baby, you'd look so pretty sucking them <3 I'd love to have you on my lap and wrap my arms around you, bury my face in your shoulder, maybe scrape my teeth over the junction of your neck hm? Our frogs would be such good friends I just know it hehe. Thank you for making my tummy ache go away cutie, you're the sweetest <3 I love watching YouTubers watch shows like Love Island, I don't think I could sit through a whole episode myself but I love reality shows when I'm getting drunk haha. Oo I haven't watched Black Mirror yet, never been really interested in it, is it good? Maybe I should watch it sometime. Okay, don't laugh at me I'm really lame, but my favourite show is Frasier. You know. The Cheers spinoff xD

I'm a little torn on my favourite Doctor tbh, when I watched the show first I didn't get further than the first four seasons of the 2005 show, so I haven't watched all that many different doctors. I love the tenth Doctor, of course, love the way David plays him and love how just... goofy he is and how he changes after he loses Rose, but I have formed somewhat of an attachment to the ninth Doctor, there's just something about him. I don't think I could say what my favourite episode is. I'm a little bit obsessed with the Dalek's and love every episode they're in. I really like Donna as a companion, I think the Doctor needs someone like that, someone who isn't in love with him, someone who doesn't look at him with heart eyes. I don't think I'll ever get over Rose though, I could watch infinite episodes with her. Also special shoutout to Captain Jack, first openly LGBT character in Doctor Who, love him!

Yepp my first language isn't English! I started English classes when I was like 9 or something though so English comes nearly as naturally to me as my native language does (though there's definitely things I say wrong or clumsily in English all the time haha) :] I love it when people play with my hair <3 I love playing with other people's hair too, would you let me make little braids in your hair? Pull on it a little perhaps ;) You'd be so cute picking out the perfect plushie, what kind of plushies do you usually go for? I like the really big ones, so comfy to cuddle. I'd make all the plushies give you kithes so you can decide which one is just right <3 I really hope I can see Bokassa too! I'm trying to find someone with a car who would be willing to go with me (and stay sober the entire show :/) but I honestly am considering just going there and staying just for Bokassa. It'll be a very expensive trip to solely watch an opener, but I had so much fun when I saw them last year that I want to go again (wouldn't it be so cool if they recognised me?! They approached me after last year's show to told me how cool they thought I was) Thank you for manifesting it baby, you're the cutest, I'm manifesting good things for you too <3 I hope you get whatever you want <3 Aw baby I'm sorry for making you jealous, but just you know, you're the one who's messages I'm always waiting for and am always eager to answer, don't you forget that my darling <3

#had to split this post in multiple text blocks cuz i exceeded the character limit 0.o #beware doctor who rant in the middle xD #.nsft #asks

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knifeslidez · 2 years

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i desperately need to give music recs. like. with the whole of my being i need to show ppl bands i think they'll like

#it truly fulfills all my needs #and when ppl actually start listening to the band after >>>>>>>>>>#my heart seriously gets all fluttery n shit

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2samey · 3 years

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fuck OFF this dude got me SWOONING

#what is this!!!!!!!#imso pressed over him is not even FUNNY #WBSNNSNDNDMDMD #my heart feels all fluttery n shit WHATIN THE-#gOD i just wanna hold him #like thassit!!! jus hold him!!#wanna cling onta him n never let go <333 #WNSNNSNS #H #WNNSNDNDM #want him to lay his head on my chest so i can play with his hair #and tell him that he’s the specialest boy in the whole world #and a whole lotta other stuff- justa stroke his ego <33 #NWNWNWMWM #IJUS WANT HIM TO BE LOVEDDDDDD #I WANT HIM TO BE HELD BY SOMEONE WITHOUT THEM IMMEDIATELY THROWING HIM AWAY #ISSAT SO MUCH TO ASKKKKKKKKKKK #r.lupin

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anika-ann · 2 years

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Bad News, Good Ideas (A.L.)

Type: oneshot, holiday fic

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader Word count: 7950 (I can explain-)

Summary: Ari Levinson was bad news. He was lethal to your sanity, your brain knew that very well. But you weren’t sure how long you would be able to resist when he was not only teasing you for his amusement, but seemed to be genuinely interested.

And then the company’s Secret Santa happened.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut (M-mast, F-thigh riding), Ari’s thighs (it’s a warning), mention of sexual harassment, language, ‘angel’ + ‘sweetheart’ ; Ari’s faith isn’t specified, but he takes part in the Secret Santa exchange

A/N: For Happy Hoelidays challenge. Many thanks to the hosts for organising it and giving so much thought and work into it💕 Prompts: Ari Levinson + secret gifting + inconvenient attraction + “You don’t have anyone else to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” (complete list of my options at the end)

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Hot guy alert.

That was all it took. Three words.

It had been a rushed but relatively peaceful December morning at the office: your (annoying and beloved) best friend Christine, subtle holiday decorations, low occasional chat from your colleagues.

Pushing the second month here at the notoriously known software company in the accounting department, you certainly couldn’t complain. The pay was rather generous, the environment nice enough and so-so friendly, your boss reasonable. You were living the dream.

Beautiful peaceful dream. And then you woke up.

“Hot guy alert,” Chrissie uttered from the corner of her mouth and you didn’t have to look up to know she was fighting a shit-eating grin. Still, you caught her gaze between the monitors and had your suspicions confirmed.

“No,” you mouthed prominently, only causing her smile to break though.

Her words could be about anyone, really – it could be Jeff from customer service, it could be Bob the delivery guy, it could be a client… but her face. That smug face could only be signalling one specific man approaching.

The man of whom your best friend was convinced was half-way in love with you. As if.

“Yep, he’s here again and he’s heading straaaaaaight to our desks…”

“Why,” you lamented wordlessly, pushing the fluttery feeling in your gut down, because nope, no butterflies in your stomach, just no. Not allowed!

“Because he’s into you and you’re into hiiim,” she sing-sang lowly and you just grinded your teeth, lamely trying to deny it.

“No, I am NOT-“

“You’re soooo full of it!”

Chrissie laughed as she swirled in her chair, stopping to face the newcomer with a smile whose power battled thousand suns, and she missed you mouthing at her to shut up otherwise he’d hear her.

He. The hot guy she alerted you about.

“Good morning, Mr. Levinson,” Chrissie practically purred, causing you to roll your eyes before you turned in your chair to face him as well.

Just because you prided yourself in being polite and your mama raised no lout.

Ari Levinson crouched by the edge of the desk you shared with Christine, folding his arms on the table top so he could rest his chin on it lightly and see you both.

“Morning, ladies… how is my favourite pair of accountants?”

“You say that to all girls you cross paths with?” you grumbled in response.

You were so irritated by his effortless smile – and how it made your heart skip a beat when his stormy-blue eyes met yours, lingering on you for much longer than on your friend. The said friend shot you a glare at the amount of snark in your voice.

But Ari fucking Levinson didn’t even flinch, his smile not faltering – growing mildly amused if anything and somehow softening at the same time.

“Nope, only the ones that are my favourite,” he quipped, still holding your gaze intently, ”and incidentally happen to be gorgeous. This colour suits you.”

Instinctively, your fingers clasped about the sleeve of your new cream-coloured turtleneck jumper, your gaze following the movement, unable to hold the intensity of Ari’s.

“Uhm… thank you,” you muttered, cursing your manners when you reluctantly glanced up, finding him still watching you with a sweet curve to his lips. Tempting, tempting lips, framed by that soft beard – or would it be rough, you wondered?

How rude would it be to touch it just to find out? To have a reference when imagining how it would feel anywhere on your body but under your fingertips....

Someone near you cleared their throat, nearly making you jump out of your skin – and pulling you back to reality. Reality in which daydreaming about Ari’s head between your thighs and encouraging his sweet-talk was a terrible, terrible idea.

His eyes shifted to Christine at the sound she made, his eyebrows rising an inch.

“And obviously, I only say that to accountants. Had a good weekend?”

It went like that for a few minutes, pleasantries and small-talk that somehow had an honest undertone to it. In that time, Ari shifted closer to you as per usual, joked for a bit and didn’t fail to compliment you again.

“I really do like this sweater on you,” he hummed kindly.

His expressive eyes were a statement on their own however: I really like it on you but I’d like it much better on my bedroom floor.

The intent gaze and his blown-pupils had you sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He made sure to let you see how the action drew his gaze like a magnet and your insides felt like they were slowly turning into sizzling lava as he licked his own lips – and then he was back to that irritatingly easy smile.

“Well, I gotta get going. See you later tonight, ladies,” he winked at you, which caused you and Chrissie to exchange a confused look.

What? Tonight? Did you miss anything?

“In my dreams!” Ari tossed over his shoulder cheerfully as he walked away, pretty damn proud of himself, you guessed.

Rightfully so. The idea of him dreaming about you – dirty dreams, possibly, if the bedroom eyes he had given you earlier were any indication – rendered you speechless for several moments.

“Fuck what wouldn’t I give to have him look at me like that just once. Remind me again why you hooking up with him is a bad idea?”

“Because we work together,” you replied on autopilot, mesmerized by how the dark jeans made Ari’s perfectly round ass stand out, literally screaming ‘look at me’. Or maybe more like ‘touch me’.

The perfect case of ‘I hate to see you go but I sure love to watch you leave’.

Damn him!

“Please. You work at the same company at best, not together. What’s your next argument?” Chrissie challenged.

You sighed as you went through the mental catalogue of reasons why starting any kind of thing with Ari would end up in a disaster, picking one reason randomly and finally snapping your gaze from Ari’s tush.

“He looks like a player.”

“Oh does he? He brought you coffee the other day because you looked like you pulled an all-nighter,” she deadpanned, “your favourite too.”

That was true. He had.

It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for you – taking care to remember your order after hearing it once when he happened to stand behind you in the queue and being observant enough to notice you might be needing it at that moment.

You opened your mouth to oppose Christine when she brought it up – but you had no counterargument, even though one coffee didn’t made Ari a gentleman who treated woman differently than playthings. The problem was that that wasn’t the only time he was genuinely nice and thoughtful.

Damn him and his generosity!

“…whatever,” you huffed, deciding that that was the end of the discussion.

Christine did not share the sentiment.

“Anyhow, who even pushes you into a relationship? Just flirt with him a bit more, enjoy some limited space during elevator rides, have a fun night or two and-“

If looks could kill, you would have had to be charged with murder on spot. And your friend would be the victim, obviously.

“You’re unbelievable. That’s even a worse idea! Do you not remember why I’m in this company in the first place?” you cried out lowly, incredulous. “I know you do. Go on, tell me.”

“…I helped you to get a job here, because your last boss made you quit after less than a week.”

“Oh and why was that?” you demanded mockingly, despite still being deeply embarrassed about the incident in question.

“You slept with him… on accident. Kinda,” Chrissie finished reluctantly.

“Bingo. I had three one-night stands in my whole life and two of them sucked completely. And the one that didn’t, got me fired, because I slept with a guy two nights before I started my new job and it turned out I slept with my boss!”

“Well, at least you know Ari isn’t technically your boss,” Christine offered light-heartedly and you couldn’t but sink into your chair, whining.

“You’re missing the point!

“Which is?”

“It’s… it’s a bad idea. He’s… bad news,” you said in the end, unable to come up with a more suitable description.

There was no need however. Because frankly, Ari Levinson was bad news.

Hot in frame and sweet in demeanour, he took care to exchange a few words with everyone, often patting his pals on their shoulders as a goodbye. Always one to pay attention to subtle changes in behaviour and appearance, he tried lifting people’s spirits when they seemed down. Exhibit one – you and the coffee as Christine didn’t fail to mention. Exhibit two – he somewhat tended to linger by your desks when keeping his office social life alive.

He was funny, charming and warm – making sure he introduced himself to new colleagues since he had been away for a month in Hong Kong or wherever, introducing himself to you – and looked ridiculously collected and effortlessly charismatic whenever he was in a meeting with potential business partners. Everyone adored him and half of the office was drooling over him. Including Christine… and maybe you.

He was a complete professional one moment and hung out in the lounge with other employees as if he hadn’t just closed a million dollar deal the next. Sitting so relaxed in the sofa that he might as well be lying, with his legs spread wide, one bent in the knee, glorious thighs on display as if he was asking for someone to sit there. You caught his gaze a few times when he was like that, basically offering his thigh – and he watched you intently, something between a smile and a knowing smirk adorning his face.

He was infuriating.

He was a nightmare.

He was flirting with you and most definitely taunting you and your stupid body betrayed you every time, because damn, did you want him – but your brain was at the wheel, still, thank lord. There was no way he meant all the nice things he said – he was just a player, a dedicated one.

A player who thoroughly enjoyed every single time he caught you staring at the way his shirt strained against his bulging biceps, how his jeans or dress pants hugged his deliciously looking ass; how long his fingers were when running through his locks and scratching at his beard when he was thinking hard about something, how tiny a cup of coffee seemed in his large hands; how the small pendant peeked between the fabric of his collar when he unbuttoned his shirt and happened to lean over, making you want to bite down at the metal while he would pound into you mercilessly.

He was damn well aware of what effect he had on you and that you were fighting it.

So yeah, Ari Levinson was bad news. He was lethal to your sanity.

And as much as you knew all of this, you weren’t sure how long you would be able to resist. How long, when he was not only playing with you for his amusement, but seemed to be genuinely interested in you if the time he spent at your desk and the way his eyes sparkled whenever he was in your orbit were anything to go by.

A cackle and a pat on your thigh under the table snapped you from your deep thoughts.

“Someone got lost in a daydream. Preach, sister,” Christine hummed, amused, spinning her office chair again.

“Hush. I wasn’t-“ You bit your tongue at the wordless bullshit glare Christine sent you. ”Whatever. He could ruin me--- my career, I mean ruin my career-“ you quickly corrected yourself when you realized the unfortunate choice of words.

“Oh he does look like he wants to ruin you for sure,” Christine giggled into her palm. “Lucky bitch. You better give in or we’re not friends anymore.”

“Seriously? You don’t care if he crushes my dreams of living with a decent steady income, only if I jump in the sack with him?!”

Christine’s smile was patronizing as she tilted her head. “Oh honey, the only thing that guy wants to crush is you under his weight as he fucks you into a mattress. But hey, you’re the smart one here, at least until he fucks your brains out…”

You grunted, jaw tight in frustration as Chrissie wouldn’t let it go. You snatched the nearest paper meant for shredding, crumbled it into a ball and threw, hitting her straight in her right boob.

“Assault!” she cried out, mocking shock despite the laughter in her eyes. “This could get you fired, you know-!”

“Just… shut up and stop distracting me from work!”

“Uh-huh, like I am the big-“ she made a gesture as if she was grabbing Ari’s broad shoulders and then mimicked cupping his ass, “big distraction here…”

You didn’t dignify her with a reply. In fact, you wondered how it was that neither of you got fired yet.

Christine had cursed you; there was no other explanation. Since the morning she had talked about more flirting and elevator rides, you seemed to have an awful amount of bad luck when it came to running into Ari.

In the elevator, very crowded elevator, mind you, so you had been forced to stay so close your fronts were nearly pressed together, causing you to breathe in too much of his cologne and something that must have been uniquely him, drunk on his smile on top of everything. You stumbled over your feet when exiting, his hand ready and firm as he steadied you by gripping your arm. He only let go after he gave you a once-over and his thumb brushed your bicep.

“There you go, sweetheart, gotta be careful in those pretty heels.”

In the cafeteria, where he just happened to stand behind you in the line where Christine had been just a few seconds ago. His fingers, you assumed, accidently brushed your hip. But it was rather respectful that he didn’t go for your ass, so maybe it was an accident. You were imagining things, right? You also imagined he almost trapped you against the photocopier the other day on purpose. To be fair, to do it accidentally presented quite a challenge considering how spacious the room actually was.

A seasonal drink with sprinkles of cinnamon and cute gingerbread angel was waiting for you one bright December morning as you returned from an intense meeting with the boss. Naturally, Christine, instead of whining she didn’t get one too, only grinned victoriously. Her sing-sung told you sooo echoed in your head for the rest of the day, contradicting what the attached note said:

‘I hope your day gets only better from now on :)’

Of course, he also visited far too often. He had too many shirts and pants that fit him well in stock. Drank way too many espressos, because those appeared to be cups for fairies in damn large paws. Had too many compliments for you prepared. Way too fucking many intense looks directly to your eyes – and he still sat sprawled on the couch you had a perfect view of with an annoying regularity.

Ari Levinson was everywhere; but thank lord, his name wasn’t the one you picked when drawing lots for the office secret Santa.

One single reprieve then.

You got Luke, who was a nice enough guy from customer service and to whom you had talked in the cafeteria during lunch sometimes.

You thought you caught Ari staring at him at times – it gave you a twisted sense of satisfaction, until his gaze always shifted to you, eyes turning into pools of sadness, a brief polite smile passing his lips. Damn him!

However, had Ari wanted you, like Christine thought, he would have asked you out. But he didn’t. So either this was all part of a game and he was really in for the challenge, or he was trying to be patient, waiting for you to make the move just so you didn’t feel pressured to respond to his advances. For some reason, you believed the latter.

And Christine wasn’t helping at all. She bugged you about it, kept asking the same question again and again.

What was the point of not giving in to the man?

To tell the truth, the more you listened to her… the more you questioned the image of him you painted in your head.

You didn’t like the answer to her question when your finally dug it out from the back of your mind.

Because all the good things Christine always said about Ari were true and the reasons for no which you kept coming up with were starting to sound like utter bullshit.

Bullshit you made up to protect yourself from inevitable heartbreak.

You weren’t stupid. If you did get together with Ari, in any way… it was ought to end up in a disaster. Even if you were lucky enough to keep your job after Ari got bored of your entirely ordinary ass, you would be seeing him every day; him, charming as ever, while you’d try your best to move on and not curl up in a ball and cry instead.

And yet, you still pined after him.

It made your brain hurt and his presence made you head swim, so when the night of the office party finally arrived you had a very clear goal – to get drunk. Not wasted enough to forget your name; but drunk enough to forget the beautiful bastard.

Had you known what you were about to receive from your secret Santa, you would have opted for the heavy liquor straight away.

You had been having fun.

You got yourself pleasantly buzzed, Christine kept you company most of the time and when she didn’t, she was always close enough to sweep in to your rescue whenever you needed her. She knew the people who worked here much better than you did; on one rare occasion, she actually cut of a conversation with a guy before you could start it, because apparently, you should want to stay away from that creep. And so you did.

Which gave one Mr. Levinson a great opportunity to slide by your side the moment Chrissie left you again.

You had managed to avoid him the whole night, as miraculous as it seemed. Or maybe it wasn’t; he was simply that popular, always busy with someone, with everyone who wanted a piece of him tonight.

It didn’t mean you were oblivious to his presence; he was incredibly difficult to miss. Pushing 6’3’’, with his broadness to the mix and the dark jeans and sky-blue shirt combo and a jacket he had discarded about an hour ago – which you had not noticed despite the fact it only left less space for imagination of his muscular torso and arms –, he actually occupied an unhealthy portion of your mind.

You weren’t the only one looking, however – you caught his appreciative gaze several times. That and his small satisfied smirk when he noticed your staring. Dammit.

It was him who watched you now, though, eyes admiring your knee-length short-sleeve midnight-blue dress. There was no cleavage visible, but the dress was rather tight, cinched under your breasts, the slit at the front giving an impression of a wrap skirt rather than a simple pencil one, revealing a little more than the outfits you usually wore.

And Ari seemed to appreciate it very much.

“You look exceptionally stunning tonight,” he said in lieu of a greeting, eyes slowly glazing up your figure until they finally met yours. “Having a good night?”

“I was,” you hummed, irked by how he managed to affect you all over again. Your cheeks were aflame due to the two glasses of champagne you had, but feeling hot and bothered was entirely on him.

His eyebrow rose, an amused smile playing in the corner of his lips, making you realize you were being too rude.

“You clean up well, too, Mr. Levinson.”

“Why thank you, ma’am. We could drop the formality you keep insisting on at least for tonight, you know.”

You shot him a glare as he produced two fresh glasses of champagne out of nowhere, handing you one, already clinking it with his own.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was his almost imploring gaze upon you, begging you to just give in – but you nodded.

“Cheers, Ari,” you whispered, breaking eye-contact when he rewarded you with a sweet smile, whispering cheers and your name, which fell from his lips more intimately than ever.

Somehow, he got closer, barely a step from you now, his presence imminent, intoxicating. You realized so when you smelled his cologne and when you tipped your glass to sip the drink and the glasses appeared unexpectedly close.

“As for your night, hopefully the gift exchange will lift your spirits again,” he uttered, a flicker of mischief appearing in his irises.

Your heart skipped a startled beat.

No.

Surely, when the Universe was kind enough to give you Luke, it wouldn’t be such a bitch to give you to Ari, right?

As you glanced at him suspiciously, he only gave a mysterious smile, his lips sealed.

“You’re bluffing.”

“Or am I?” he retorted cheekily, clinking your glass again with a conspiratorial wink that made your stomach somersault and not in an unpleasant way.

Damn him.

Your further examination of his micro-expressions was interrupted by the boss’ request for attention no one wanted to give – but you all did anyway.

Ari, remaining by your side, shifted even closer when several people moved to get a better look at Mr. Hendrickson, the heat of his body radiating and seeping into your side and back. It was a struggle for your sanity again – but he respectfully kept his hands to himself, his elbow only brushing you on mere accident when it was time to clap.

The applause was more a thank you to Mr. Hendrickson for not talking too long and announcing it was the time to distribute gifts instead.

Ari was swept away by the boss for a drink, Chrissie appearing by you again – and somehow you found yourself equal parts relieved and disappointed at that.

No, not disappointed. The point of tonight was to forget Ari. You had been doing splendidly so far.

And then you opened your gift – more like peeked into the rectangular flat box – finding a note obscuring the content. Pulling it out curiously, you instantly recognized the handwriting, a lump growing in your throat, heart fluttering.

The bastard hadn’t been lying. He really got you in the secret Santa exchange.

But it wasn’t just the fact that you received a gift from him. It wasn’t even that the content of the box was wrapped in additional paper, not visible just yet.

It was what the note said that had your head swimming, anticipation pooling in your belly.

I know the point of secret Santa is to stay anonymous, but I don’t want you to think you have a crazy stalker. Wear this for me soon? Ari

When you excused yourself to Christine, who was too busy laughing her ass off on her gag gift, you only dared to remove the paper enough to reveal a piece of flimsy red lace.

Your heart leapt to your throat as your mind supplied the rest of what you needed to paint a mental picture. It was lingerie.

Ari fucking Levinson gifted you an almost see-through lingerie and asked you to wear it for him.

Hand gripping the box like a lifeline, your eyes snapped to the small groups scattered over the office; but the culprit was nowhere to be found.

Swallowing thickly, you stepped aside from anyone’s prying eyes despite your better judgement, curiosity getting the best of you, having you subtly examine the content of the box.

Elegant, delicate, very red and barely holding together. You could imagine how it would feel on your skin, fitting like a glove, a ghost of burning touch of Ari’s fingers appreciating the smooth curves, tracing the lace pattern of the bra before sliding lower over your ribs and belly, caressing the hem of the panties until he’d slip inside-

Dropping the fabric as if you got burned, you swiftly closed the lid, pushing the filthy images from your mind, willing yourself to ignore how your panties grew slick all of sudden.

No. He gave you lingerie. That was simply inacceptable. Extremely inappropriate.

You had to find him and have fucking words.

Maybe before you succeeded in your quest, you’d be able to stomp on the excitement pooling in your core at the idea of doing exactly what he asked of you – and anything else he’d ask after that.

You failed to entirely push away the scalding hot sensation in your belly, but when your gaze finally zeroed on Mr. Ari Levinson, the bubbling outrage in your chest took over, overshadowing it completely.

The corners of his lips twitched when he saw you marching to him, giftbox clutched in your hand; he leaned to his companion – Clark, you believed – saying something you couldn’t hope to guess. But Clark Whatshisname only nodded and waved at Ari as he left to mingle with someone else.

He left the man at your mercy – and lord, you planned to have no mercy.

A fleeting wonder at the way he smiled had you wavering. Perhaps it wasn’t teasing meant to get you hot and bothered, perhaps it was meant to mock you for your pathetic obvious attraction. It shook your nerves, almost making you pause.

But you came this far and even if the latter was true, you would deal with it. Whatever game Ari Levinson was playing with you, it ended now.

“Hey, angel, did you-“ he started off, the rare, rare endearment he uttered once or twice slipping from his tongue but you didn’t give a damn at the sugary sweet word as you cut him off, stern expression on your face.

“No. You’re coming with me and you’ll keep your mouth shut. I’ll talk. Are we clear?!”

You had to fight to keep our voice low as not to attract attentions; he seemed unbothered by your outburst.

“Yes ma’am.”

You weren’t sure where you were pulling him exactly, but when you stumbled over the conference room two floors down – the whole floor silent and dark, only lit up with the fluorescent light on the hall you switched on – you shoved him in, clicking the door shut.

You opened the box without hesitation, throwing in on the table; it slid almost three feet away from where you intended to place it on the smooth surface, but you didn’t let it ruin your point.

“What the fuck is this?!“ you spitted out, your hands shaking as you threw them up, your chest heaving. You were angry – with yourself and with him. Humiliated at the thought of him making fun of you. “Is this really from you?”

Even in the limited light, you could see his eyebrows arch, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned some of his weight onto the desk, not quite sitting, not quite standing.

Infuriatingly relaxed. Because Ari Levinson was damn Mr. Chill Guy.

“You know it is. You like it?”

You quickly swallowed the words before they could slip out automatically.

Yeah. Yes, I do. Very very much, it’s so pretty and something tells me you’d appreciate it. Thoroughly.

Stop.

“What does it matter?! You gave me a-- a fucking lingerie! You realize I could take this to the HR right now? I should! What the hell?!”

“But you won’t, will you?” he said, only a shiver of something that seemed like uncertainty lacing his voice, despite his burning gaze.

“Give me one reason why the hell I shouldn’t!”

Give me one or ten. Or a million. Tell me you mean it at least. Tell me you’re not just playing with me.

You felt—violated. You should feel violated. Disgusted even. You were trying hard to convince yourself that you did. But much to your own outrage, you felt unfairly aroused instead, the feeling only accented by the dimly lit room, despite the whisper of insecurity in the back of your mind.

How could you not? How, when his eyes glazed over as he watched you and you could almost see it forming in his brain, the image of you slipping into the red lace set, just for him. He was consumed by the fantasy too. You wondered if it made him body half as mad as yours earlier.

“Because you do like it. And you liked receiving it even though we don’t know each other that well.”

“This borders on sexual harassment,” you repeated your point stubbornly, your voice wavering as he bounced off the desk, taking a step closer to you.

“So does the way you keep looking at me.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, your jaw turning slack at his words. You did not see that coming. You didn’t expect him to call you out so blatantly. He caught you there – he knew he did, you could tell by the smug grin forming on his lips.

Your face burned with embarrassment, your voice coming out more like a squeak when he took another step, causing you to stumble back, your ass hitting a table.

“E-excuse me?!”

“You heard me. You don’t have anyone else to blame but yourself, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice low but firm. Unfairly seductive.

You tried to fight it, one last attempt at defence – but you were failing. He filled your vision, the distance between you erased and his wide frame was all you could think of, the entirety of him taking over your senses completely.

“Are-are you serious right now?”

“Deadly.”

Your words betrayed you at his grave voice. He meant it.

Outrageous. How dared he to imply that--- but did you even care anymore how did you get here? Did you when his cologne made your head swim as you looked up? You should probably listen to the voice of reason, weak, hidden somewhere in the back of your mind.

Should. Didn’t want to, though.

Did Ari give you an inappropriate gift? Hell yes. Did Ari have a point about your attraction to him? Also, hell yes. Would you wear it for him since it seemed he was genuinely into you? Probably… totally. Christ. All he had to do was ask once more.

“I’m… sorry if it’s too much, sweetheart,” he whispered, expression softening a fraction, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His hand reluctantly enveloped yours, thumb brushing over your wrist.

He just had to go and turn a little sweet, hadn’t he?

“But I can’t take it anymore. I like you sweet, I like you feisty, I like you laughing your perfect ass off. My head is so full of you it’s making me dizzy. The way you smile, the way you walk…”

His free hand fell to your hip and you didn’t fight it, too mesmerized, noticing the flicker of an honest smile in the corner of his lips when you didn’t shy away from his touch.

“This tempting body, always dressed up so fucking cute. Your perfume goes straight to my head whenever I get a whiff of it. Those lips--- it drives me insane not to know what they taste like. And I can feel it whenever you look at me. I know it when you do, every. Single. Time. So stop me if you don’t want this…” he squeezed your side, his gaze flickering to your lips. “…but I think you do.”

You couldn’t lie to him. Not with him in such intimate proximity, not when you realized his face was just inches from yours now, eyes dark and yet sincere.

“We--- we shouldn’t,” you said lamely, unconvincing.

“Mm. Doesn’t mean we can’t,” he mused, gaze flickering to yours, tearing away from your parted lips for the briefest moment.

And you couldn’t resist. Not anymore. Who cared for bad ideas anyway, right? Who cared when his lips were right there? Tasting the same air, as tempting as giving a promise you knew you couldn’t keep?

“No, it doesn’t.”

Finally, his lips were on yours, warm and slightly chapped, perfectly matched to the scratch of his beard; soft and rough, it was both, that was the secret you craved to learn. And it was everything you had wanted and more. He was surprisingly gentle; firm, like his shoulder your hand grasped at, but almost as tender as the caress of his fingers against your cheek. He took his time to make you breathless, but didn’t suck all air from you. Little giving, just a little greedy.

It made you dizzy for a change, unwilling to open your eyes once he retreated; unwilling to burst the bubble of the dream-like first kiss.

His hot breath fanned over your lips, tasting of champagne, strawberries and adventure. You licked your own, savouring the taste, longing for it again already.

“Wow. Uhm… just so you know, this is your fault. Not mine,” you breathed out nonsensically when you barely gathered your thoughts, recalling how he had dared to accuse you of being the one messing with his head and seducing him.

As if it wasn’t the other way around.

As if your mind still wasn’t a jumbled mess after one single kiss.

“Oh?”

You blinked your eyes open at the curious and undeniably smug tone, finding him a few inches too far, lips red-kissed with a tint of your lipstick, pupils blown and more attractive than ever. Fucking irresistible, making your pulse pound in your temples and also somewhere much much lower.

You withdrew further, partly escaping his hold as your frustration flared, all the feeling mixing up and bursting – who the heck made man so pretty and charming and threw him in your way?

“Yeah. I mean, how can I not look? You and your… damn broad shoulders and your ass and stupidly long legs-”

You gestured vaguely to the areas in question, causing him to raise an amused eyebrow. He seemed thoroughly pleased with your assessment, but didn’t comment, sensing you were far from finished. You were exactly that, even if taken aback by the firework of emotion; but not trying to silence it.

”And that hair and the beard I bet would scratch so good and the all too tight clothes and the pendant and these large hands and thighs--- a-and the way you sit in the lounge! Who the hell sits like that, like it’s a fucking invitation-!“ you whisper-yelled, getting worked up, your pent-up offence coming through---

But suddenly you couldn’t speak, mouth preoccupied again.

There was nothing soft about this kiss, nothing careful – his mouth latched onto yours, insistent and hungry, demanding further access and you gave it more than willingly with a quiet sigh of pleasure, lips tingling as his teeth grazed it.

His fingers dug into your waist as he held you in his unrelenting grasp, possessive, taking. Your body sang at the grip barely shy of pain, stirring the fire in you which had previously put away. Your palms pressed against his torso, mapping out the lines of muscle you only imagined were there and damn, you needed to-

Your fingers blindly undid the nearest button, nimble fingers slipping under the shirt through the opening, brushing the hard pectoral covered in fine hair you barely resisted tugging at and goddamn, wasn’t this a thing from wet dreams.

“Maybe it is,“ he whispered huskily, not giving you space to reply, claiming your mouth again.

Maybe what was? Your head felt blissfully empty, filled with Ari and Ari only, but his words seemed important somehow. Maybe it was, he said.

Oh. Oh. Jesus. An invitation to ride his thigh.

The delicious combination of the image he painted, his tone and his advances drew a whine from your throat, one hand instinctively fisting the material of his shirt, your nails scratching at his skin, a low rumble vibrating through his chest.

His words were dripping with a filthy promise and he left no doubt in your mind that he intended to keep it.

The please escaped your lips unwittingly; but his reaction was most deliberate.

Hands wandering, he pushed you further against the desk, leg wedging between your thighs, muscle clenching, the sensation drawing a quiet mewl from you. He smiled into your mouth before sucking at your lower lip indulgingly and letting it go despite your wordless protest.

“’dat what you wanted, angel?” he asked huskily, pressing the hard muscle against your weeping core and it felt like heaven and hell aligned, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. “’dat what my angel needs?”

“God, yes-“

You didn’t even realize you had subconsciously started rolling your hips until one of his large hands tightened its grip, guiding your movements, helping you to find the much-needed friction. You moaned as the soaked material of your panties caught against your clit, Ari greedily swallowing the sound before he went to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your throat, soothing the burn of his beard by his tongue.

You felt the pressure in your core building with each grind of your hips, with each purposeful clench of Ari’s thigh, but a distressed sound escaped you as it wasn’t just enough, your body craving to be filled.

“Yeah, that’s it… fuck, look at you, so needy-“

The stupid voice of insecurity bit into you, flooding you with embarrassment, freezing you in your movements; just a flash of the idea that he was somehow still making fun of you even now, because he was a player-

“Oh no you don’t,” he growled to your skin, both hands falling to your ass to get you roll your hips again, fingers digging into the flesh. “You take what you need from me, angel, I want you to… wanna watch you fall apart as you ride my thigh, soak it through. Thought of it every time I caught you staring…”

Like with a snap of his fingers, you believed him again. The heated words, the deep rumble of voice… Christ, it made you feral. You needed no more prompting from him. You needed to come. Right fucking now.

“Ari-”

“Christ. You look so gorgeous like this-- ride it out. And after some dinner and wine I’ll have you ride my cock, wearing this pretty lacy set for me…”

Your core clenched around nothing, still painfully empty, but your movements turned frantic, a blend of a sob and please spilling from your lips, turning into a voiceless cry when Ari’s mouth latched onto your shoulder where the sleeve of your dress slid out of place, sucking a mark of possession.

The sting of it nearly made you lose it – it was becoming too much. The friction, his hard cock digging into your pubic bone, the scratch of his beard, his words, his scent-

“Ari-“

He seized your mouth with his at the breathless sound of his name, tongue tangling with yours, playful, skilful and indulgent – almost as if he wished his tongue was somewhere else.

“Come for me, angel, soak my thigh like the good girl you are…”

That was your undoing. Your orgasm slammed into you, relief and a surge of power at once, your sniffle and profanities muted by Ari’s demanding mouth, hands sprawled greedily over your ass as he helped you ride out the waves of bliss that seemed endless.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him, gentle this time, his kisses turning sweeter, shorter, allowing you to catch your breath. As if, when he was this close to you. As if, when he just gave you what was easily one of the best orgasms of your life while you were just riding his thigh. Jesus. Your fantasy couldn’t hope to compare to the raw overwhelming reality of this.

His free hand brushed a damp strand of hair from your face, lips skimming over your jaw.

“You okay, angel?”

You chuckled, still out of breath, but finally opening your eyes, meeting his hungry but undeniably soft gaze. Angel. It felt more like belonged to hell after this. But as long as you had him there with you…

“Ask me in a minute?”

He grinned, with the smug undertone that always irked you, and you went to kiss it away, whispering a secret yeah into his mouth. You nearly whined when he retreated his thigh from between your legs, his fingers toying with the knot of fabric under your breasts.

“I mean it with the wining and dining, angel… if you want that. This can be whatever you want, just let me have you, hm?” he asked, not so flaunting anymore. Pleading almost. For you.

A whole new level of irresistible.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d… I’d like that.”

It was probably a very bad idea still, but damn, bad ideas normally didn’t feel this good, right? Therefore, it must have been a good idea. Or was it the other way around?

You bit down on your lip as you pondered, lost in thought and in his stormy eyes at the same time.

Clearly satisfied with your answer but not with your reluctance, he frowned, freeing your bottom lip with his thumb, soothing the abused flesh with another kiss, drinking from your mouth slowly. As if he was trying to persuade you; as if he was trying to savour every damn second. So did you.

“Happy to hear that. You should go though, before they start looking.”

You blinked, the shock of sobering you up again. He couldn’t be serious, right? It made no sense that you’d leave now.

“What? But you’re-“

“Yeah well,” he hummed, a smile playing in the corner of his lips as his fingers grazed your jaw, “you’re fucking breath-taking coming for me like that, can’t blame me.”

You ignored how the compliment made you feel warm all over, made your cheeks burn.

“I could, uhm--- help,“ you offered, feeling inadequate, awkward, like a girl who had just had her first experience with anything even mildly sexual – and not like a grown woman who slept with several people already.

It would only be sensible and fair to do him… or did he not want you to?

“As tempting as it is, maybe I don’t want you to see how fast it will be after… this. Gotta keep appearances. Or maybe I don’t wanna scare you with the size,” he smirked, one eyebrow rising suggestively. “Don’t worry about it now.”

Taken aback at his words that sounded like a joke, a self-depreciating confession and a threat to your future sex-life, you didn’t protest, pecking his lips for the last time before he released you.

The wet material of your panties was sticking uncomfortably to your sex, but it only added to the adrenalin and giddiness caused by the recent events. You couldn’t even feel really ashamed when you caught a glimpse of the darker patch of fabric on Ari’s dress pants you left behind.

Jesus, you just came riding Ari’s thigh and it was glorious. You giggled mentally as you made your way to the giftbox, hearing Ari settle on a chair somewhere behind you, shifting and undoing his belt and fly.

As you grasped at the lid of the box, a sudden brazen idea hit you, sending shivers of excitement up your spine.

Swallowing against the dryness of your mouth, you hesitated for only a moment, pushing any doubts about your actions away before they could shake the surge of boldness. The moans and the unmistakable sounds of Ari pleasuring himself should be enough of a confidence boost after all.

Showing him your back still, you unzipped your dress, shimming your upper body out of it. Unclasping your bra next, you could hear him grunt, the clanks of his belt with every movement of his hand ceasing.

“What are you doing?” you heard him pant, the breathless question causing the corners of your lips to lift, the heat in your belly stirring again.

You didn’t answer right away, losing your original bra – and replacing it with Ari’s inappropriate and very pretty gift, seriously considering changing your panties too.

“I can wear this under my dress. Maybe the thought of me wearing it will help you deal with your situation,” you hummed, daring to look over your shoulder at him, hopefully provocatively. Just catching a glimpse of his narrowed eyes and parted lips was enough to stroke your ego.

You put away the undergarment you had been wearing, closing the box, then reaching for the shoulder straps to redress.

“Don’t. You. Zip it,” he strained between his teeth, practically growling, causing you to stop in your movements. You heard him groan even over the shuffle of fabric and the wet sound of his fist moving again. “Dammit, you little minx. Show me.”

Biting down on your lip so you wouldn’t smile in triumph, you let the straps of your dress fall again, the material pooling under your breasts. With a deep breath for encouragement – after all, the lingerie was awfully see-through – you slowly turned around, stopping abruptly when coming face to face with him.

You weren’t sure who was more affected: him, seeing you in the intimate gift he gave you, the soft lace hugging your breasts and barely hiding your hardened nipples; or you, seeing him sprawled on the chair, big hand fisting his cock and not being nearly enough, glistening in the low light, moans falling from his lips as his hungry gaze draped over you.

The answer must have been him. String of curses spilled from his lips at the sight of you as he pumped his fist a few more times – and he was done for, painting that large hand of his in white ribbons of his come.

“Jesus Christ, angel. You tryin’ to kill me?” he demanded, chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high, gaze fixed on your lace-cladded breasts shamelessly.

You shrugged, giving him a few more seconds of the view before you covered yourself up, slipping back into the dress fully despite his silent protests.

“Just doing what you asked. So, you know, you don’t have anyone else to blame but yourself for this, sweetheart,” you threw his earlier words back at him, smirking as he chuckled, wiping his hand to his boxers and tucking himself in.

“I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did.” You beautiful cheeky bastard.

“But that thing looks really pretty on you. Can’t wait to see it again,” he murmured suggestively, stalking to you and stealing another kiss before urging you from the door. “I’ll take a few minutes before coming back there. Can’t have the whole office mouthing about you already.”

This time, you didn’t defy him; sated, satisfied and actually touched by his sentiment despite what you said next.

“Very thoughtful of you, Mr. Levinson,” you hummed, catching his scandalized expression at the formal addressing. “As was your gift. Thank you.”

“I knew there were some horns poking at that halo of yours, angel. But you know I can use what you told me today against you in the future, right? Be nice...”

“Oh, I have no doubt. But so can I, Mr. Levinson. So can I.”

With that, you closed the door, leaving the room with a wide grin, unlike when you were entering it. Ari Levinson sure knew how to turn a frown upside down.

He might be bad news, but right now, it felt like giving in to his advances was the best damn idea you ever had. And it looked like if you were going along with this… you were in quite for a ride. Quite literally.

And no matter where it would take you, you couldn’t wait.

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Thank you for reading 💕

We all understand that if we have a colleague giving us lingerie, we are supposed to bring it to HR, right? But in fics, this is so much more fun 🤭

Happy Ho(e)lidays ✨

P.S. Thanks to @thehumanistsdiary for brainstorming with me about the dress 🥰

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