#scares the shit out of my every time. she pops out and lands on my chest like a dust bunny come to life

[dragqueenpentheus]

mysh keeps slithering and clawing her way up the inside edge of the bed in the middle of the night. horrifying.

[nexusnyx]

miss sunshine

pre-outbreak Joel Miller x neighbor!reader [7.3k] summary: He's always been out of reach. A fantasy. Joel was too much of everything—too handsome, too friendly, too una-fucking-vailable for any of you. Too bad his kid adores you. (What a blessing.) Too bad she uses you as a scapegoat and lands him right on his door. One bottle of wine, and Joel shows you he might be closer than you thought. 📝 I wanted to try something different. Less hurt, less end-of-the-world bullshit. Let me know your thoughts. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. ⚠️Smut. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex, oral (f and m receiving), riding, missionary, passionate neighbors sex, yay.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤTexas, Summer of 2002.

When the bell rings, you think it's best to ignore it.

Living alone equals a lot of privileges, but the ability to go out alone and answer the door on a random Wednesday evening was not one of them. You're wearing compromising clothes and a robe, the bottle of wine you craved was finally open, and the last thing you wanted was to be murdered before enjoying it.

Then, you hear it. Your name, followed by, "It's Miller. Joel."

Fuck.

Well—this is exactly how many of your dreams started. Although this wouldn't go like them, for him, you'd open the door.

His eyes do little to hide the once-over when the door slides open.

They go down, then back up, and he seems to catch on to the fact that you saw it. Then, he shakes his head just a little, and says, "Is Sarah here?"

Well, well, well. You lean against the door. "Did she say she was?"

Joel pierces you with his Dad Look. "Yes." Obviously, it goes without saying.

What other reason would he have, right? Clearing your throat, you feel the anxiety bubbling underneath the surface. "Uhm. She isn't," you look apologetic as you say it. As if it's your fault his prepubescent daughter uses you as a scapegoat.

His sigh is enough to make you feel how tired he is. Overworked. Exhausted.

You try to understand what might've happened before he loses his mind, "What time d'you usually come back from work? Maybe she's at a friend's. She probably thought you'd be back later than this."

He finishes rubbing both palms all over his face, and he threads one hand through his hair. "I'm usually back at nine—well, I'm supposed to be back at nine. I'm usually home by ten." That checks out, then. "But—that doesn't explain why she lied to me."

"Any special occasions coming up soon?"

Joel frowns. "Uhm. My birthday's in a few days, but—"

"Ahhhh." It shuts his mouth, the way you exclaim it so clearly. "She's brainstorming, Joel."

"Brainstorming...?"

"A gift." No daughter had easy access to what made their fathers happy. You take pity on him. "C'mon—let me scare the little one."

You walk inside without waiting for his reply, knowing Joel will make his way in. "What d'you mean, scare her?"

The noise of his boots hitting the floor makes you happy.

You take the phone out of the wall and look at him. "She always keeps that cellular phone with her when she goes out?"

"Always," he nods.

"Perfect." You know it by heart already. As you dial, you feel Joel's eyes on your house. It's the first he's ever been inside, and it makes you hyperaware of every movement of his. "It's ringing," you inform him with a grin forming.

He looks confused. More tired than anything else, but it'll make sense in a second.

"Hey, miss Sunshine!" the nickname she gave you always brings a smile to your face.

Time to put on a show. Feigning panic in your voice, you yell-whisper on the phone, "S, love, would you mind telling me why on Earth is your pops—" you fake cover your end of the line to yell, "one minute!" then you're back at whispering again, "why is he parked outside my house right now? Is there something I should know?"

"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit—"

You're glad he can't hear her end of it. "No time for panic. Explain."

"I am so sorry, Sunny! I thought he'd be back in like, two hours or something. Oh, god, can you please cover for me? I wrote a note saying I was at your place. Sleeping there. I was gonna call you before he came back home but Jenny and I—"

"You're at somebody named Jenny?" you repeat the information, looking at Joel with a question in your eyes, and when he nods, your heart soothes at knowing she's safe. "And you didn't think to mention your brilliant idea earlier?" going for the full effect again, you yell out, "One minute, Joel!"

At least she's fast in her rambles. "Yeah, yeah. My best friend. She's trying to help me come up with a surprise for him. I'm not there often and it's never on his birthday. I wanna make it special."

"Okay. Cool. Next time, fill me in as you make the plans."

"I will, I promise. Pinky promise. You think you can convince him I'm sleeping there?" the plea in her voice is adorable.

You chuckle. "I've got you, S." Joel sighs in relief in front of you. "Just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Be back here tomorrow first thing in the morning. 7:30 sharp. I'm gonna invite your dad for breakfast, as punishment for your lack of planning, and you'll be the one making us the pancakes," before she can even answer, you go, "Toodles!" and hang up.

When you put your phone back at the base, you turn around with a proud smile.

Joel's looking at you funny. "You're good at that," he says.

"At what? Acting?" you laugh when nods. "I was a trouble child. I'm great at lying."

"Aren't those the same?"

"Eh. A thin line separates them." You can sense his awkwardness creeping up, so you do your best to think on the spot. "Is she one to escape?"

"Not really, no." He's shuffling on his feet, uncertain of what to do in your home. "She's never done this before."

"From what she told me, she's never around for your birthday."

"That's true."

"She wants to make a surprise for you," you inform. It puts that smile on his face that makes your knees a little weak. "And now she has to be back here at seven in the morning. All is well."

He laughs. "Yeah, I guess so."

He's gonna see himself out. You swallow all the nervousness that being in his presence creates and just... goes for it. "Is it hard? Having a kid?"

That relaxes some of the tension in his shoulders. He leans on the counter of your kitchen and shakes his head. "Not really. It's a lot of work, but it's not hard. It's rewarding."

I wish my mother felt the same. You smile at the truth in his words. "I can see it's hard work." He laughs again. "Well—I had just opened that before you rang the bell," you point at the Pinot on top of the counter. "Want a glass? Unless you tell me you're 'only beer' kind of guy, then I can't help ya."

Joel looks between you and the bottle a couple of times, then looks down at himself. "I'm uh—I'm all greasy and gross from work. You sure that's the company you want for wine?"

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards your glasses cabinets. "If I told you that you can go home and shower, you'd never come back."

"And that'd be a bad thing?"

"Sure it would. You're the only person in this entire street that hasn't interrogated me on my life so far, I feel left out. Offended, even," you add with a dramatic twist. Your robe flows around you, and you can't help but smile when you see his eyes following you.

It's the way he swallows visibly, almost audibly, that plants a seed of maybe inside your head. "I'm not usually one to pry."

You place both glasses on the counter. "Neither am I."

"I know. It's why I like ya," Joel says it with eyes on the glasses instead of you. "That and the way you talk to the plants."

Your hand on the corkscrew stops, and you want to slam your forehead against the wood. "Oh, god."

His laughter is so nice. "Nah, don't be embarrassed. 's why I gave you your nickname."

"Don't be embarrassed? That's mortifying, Joel. I thought no one—wait." Had you heard him right? "What d'you mean you gave me my nickname?"

Joel's head tilts, and he's definitely a charmer kind of guy. If you do have a chance, you might be fucked. "Your nickname."

"Miss Sunshine?" He nods. "I thought that was Sarah."

"No, Sarah used it first in front of you," he pulls one of the glasses closer to him. "I said it first."

Well... that made it just as special but in a different way. You pour the wine into both glasses. "Good to know. I was under the impression she was the creative genius in the household—I just. Quick question that I never asked her: Why?"

"'Cause every mornin' before I left for work you're there on that big window," he points at the glass window that's occupies ceiling to floor, the very reason you picked this house, "talking to your plants as if you're the sun itself waking them up. 's cute."

Cute. You hate how he has the ability to make you blush. What is this, fucking high school?

"That makes sense."

Joel wipes his palms on the side of his t-shirt and then looks up at you. "If I go home with the promise of comin' back, will you let me shower?"

Let me. You're thankful your arms are covered because you're unsure of what this man is capable of when he knows the effect he has on somebody.

"I'll let you," you answer.

Joel nods and his smile is so genuine that you wonder why you never tried before.

"'kay," he takes one sip of the wine, hums in approval, and then takes a deep breath. "'m gonna go. I'll be back to interrogate you."

"I'll leave the door open."

"No—Jesus bloody Christ, are you and Sarah mad? Lock the door, Sunshine." You like it so much when he's the one that says it. "I'm serious."

"Alright, jeez," you laugh.

It's less tense than you imagined as he puts his shoes back on and walks out of your door. Joel crosses the street with a little wave in your direction, and all you can think is—what on Earth am I gonna do to him?

When he's back, Joel smells so good it's intoxicating.

It makes your brain melt.

Minty and fresh. That's what his stuff smells like, and you know the idea of that scent's now painted on the walls of your brain.

He does that stupid little dad pose, widening both arms and lifting them up in a display of 'what do you think' before walking in.

It makes you want to push him against the wall, but you do your best at behaving.

For now.

"Brand new man?" you ask.

He points at his glass of wine, untouched since the moment he left. "Will be in a sec."

You wait for him to take a sip before extending him what you held in your hand before he arrived.

Joel eyed the cigarette and, thank fuck, there was none of the annoying judgment sometimes people carried. He stops his movement to sit on the stool and asks, "You smoke in here, or are we goin' outside?"

"There's a table there. Weather's nice. D'you mind?"

Joel grabs his glass, shaking his head. "Not at all, ma'am. Lead the way."

"Ma'am," you echo him, sounding disgusted. He laughs behind you, "Who am I, Mrs. Adler?"

Still laughing, Joel answers, "Nah. Too talkative for that."

You turn around with your mouth hanging open, trying very little to look offended. "I beg your pardon. We never spoke for longer than, what, five minutes?"

Joel shrugs his shoulders. His smile is as intoxicating as his presence. "I hear things."

"You hear things?" you ask, pushing open the door that leads outside.

"I do," he sips his wine, looking to the small terrace where your little table is. "My daughter's a gossiper, little Sunshine. I think y'should know that."

Little Sunshine. Goddamn this man.

"Should I be scared, here? I haven't even told her anything, but I feel like I should be."

"If you didn't tell her anythin', than why would you be?"

"Because!" you laugh, feeling just a little out of your depth with his smoothness. You expected more closeness from Joel. Less teasing, easy banter. "You're talking like someone who knows a lot, that's all."

"And I do," he says, sounding every bit as serious.

You sit down on one of the chairs — your chair, precisely — and watch as Joel walks around a little, taking in the environment. He adds, "Did ya know," pausing for a dramatic effect, he sips again, "that in all of three months, you became one of my daughters' favorite people?"

He pins you under his gaze.

You cross your legs, and watch happily as his gaze drops to the motion.

"Did I?" if you sip at his pace, you'll be throwing yourself on his lap in an embarrassing amount of time.

Joel nods behind his cup, touching one of the many plants that cover your backyard area from floor, to walls, to ceiling. "You did," he smiles, dropping the fake seriousness. "Are you ready to deal with the six months absence? 'Cause from personal experience," he points both hands at his chest, "you try convincing yourself you won't miss her all that much 'cause, y'know, it's "just" a girl, but—fuck," he spits the last word, smiling widening around the fact. "She's so cool to have around. You'll see. Your phone's bill's about to create life."

It grounds you.

The way Joel speaks of Sarah makes you feel comfortable sitting here, and any doubts you had are sucked by the green life around you and returned as oxygen.

Joel talks about anything, no reservations.

In his absence, you doubted whether this could be any different than most times.

Would Joel be like that—like any of those other guys?

He wasn't.

Joel, as much as you hated to admit it, was an exception.

Maybe these things were fated. Simple chemistry. Similar mindsets. Whatever it was—you had it every once in a blue moon.

Your expectations settings were long ago molded to expect the least, and it takes only half a bottle of wine for you to notice the need to rear it in.

He's so damn easy. Joel goes from one topic to another like he's interested. He answers your questions with full interest, sometimes going on tangent stories, and he's the one who keeps the glasses filled.

Attentive, you take note the second time that happens. Before any of the glasses got empty, he served you both.

He compliments your taste in music and sounds genuine about it.

The weird silences you most dreaded never happen—if he's not answering you, Joel asks things. Interesting things, unlike any other neighbor.

"Was it you who decorated your place inside? 'Cause, there are very specific things in there. And you seem like the type to know what you like."

Joel was very attentive.

He asked, "and is this what you like to do with your free time?" pointing at the books you put away when you both arrived, "Drink wine, read, talk to your plants?"

"I still can't believe you've seen me doing that."

He laughed at that. "It's a pretty big window, Sunshine. Jesus Christ—you don't lock the door, you don't know people can see through your gigantic-ass window—I'm genuinely starin' to get worried here."

"Okay, first of all, I do lock my door."

"Do you?"

"'Course. Most days."

"Oh my—"

"—and! Now that I was reminded of my window's size, I'll consider buying drapes. Long, white ones. That'd be cool."

It was easy.

Talking to Joel—sharing a table with him, a glass of wine—so easy.

He never looked uncomfortable. Even if he moved a lot, Joel looked good—so damn good you lost focus every now and then—, but good with himself.

In his skin.

That was intoxicating.

When he does more than just talk and asks things; it's almost too damn easy. Was time supposed to go this way?

The first bottle end, but it's too soon.

You know it. He knows it—plays with it, in fact. Waves the empty bottle after pouring it for you and him in the air very lightly then places it on the floor.

Offering another one is almost a visceral reaction.

You don't have the same finesse he does, or at least, you think not, but if his smiles and closing proximity are anything to go by, he's enjoying himself as much as you are. "I dance around opening these a lot," you say pointing at the empty bottle. Pulling your legs closer to yourself despite the voice of your mother telling you that's a body language sign of insecurity—fuck insecurity. "Don't wanna be the wine lady on top of the plant one. But they're good. I like it."

"I only drink wine when my brother cooks," he offers.

The glass in your hands makes you feel safe enough to land this conversation where you want it. "Really? He cooks a lot?"

"More than me," Joel confesses with a shrug. "He likes to match the wine to the dish and that type o' stuff."

"I was taught how to be picky, but if I'm being honest—" you like the way Joel leans in closer when you pause it. You smile, "it's all just grapes tastin' really, really good." The sound of his damn laugh. This man's gotta have a flaw, you think. "As long as it's wine, I'm happy."

"I think that about a good beer after a day of work."

"We're all just trying to give ourselves little positive reinforcements for playing nice at doing our jobs, huh?"

Joel pauses at that. Lifts his eyebrows, then bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow—"

"Oh god", while it took you a lot of alcohol to get drunk, being open-mouthed about weird things came with the territory of feeling comfortable.

Joel made you comfortable, even if you were mortified at how amused he was.

When he's done laughing, he looks at you. "That's cute. You're the philosophical type."

"Isn't everybody who enjoys wine?"

"I don't know. I enjoy wine and I'm not one to go that far, I think."

"Hmm. Philosophizing can involve different topics. Lenses."

Joel wolf whistles. "Well, I think I'd need a couple more glasses to unlock that side of me."

"Not a problem," you get up, and resist the urge to wink at him. "I'll be back."

Your reflection in the kitchen mirrors is the confirmation of how fucked exactly you are.

It's more than just the color on your cheeks—it's the glassy screen over your eyes, making it shine like...

Well, very few times.

Fuck, you think.

Maybe that's why your palms are sweating.

He's more than you bargained for—Joel's looks were hard to move on from, but this?

Once in Rome...

Fuck it.

It's not as if either one of you was blinded to what a moonlight late-night conversation leads to.

The air outside could be felt.

When you're going back with the opened bottle, another pin drops in your mind.

He has the whole night free.

You don't break the bottle, but it's a close call.

Joel asks you the second you're back, "I have a depressing confession to make—I was tryin' to keep to it to myself, but honestly, it's all I taught about when you left."

You place the bottle in the middle of the table carefully and sit back down with your eyes on him.

He moved his chair closer again.

"Do share," you urge.

Joel looks around the yard—he seems to do it a lot when he's dipping his toes into personal places and says, "This is the first time in a—uh—I don't even know. A while. That I just... sat with another adult. Drank something nice. Talked about more than just—fucking politics, or whatever." Joel's eyes on you make you feel honored. You know he'd say that's a silly thought if you said it out loud. "It's really nice. And—the depressing part comes in now: I'm only here 'cause of my brother."

You tilted your hair. "You're here because... of Tommy?" you tried connecting those dots, but came up short.

Thankfully, Joel was here. With his smile, and his explanation.

"You see, before Sarah's mom and I decided she could spend some months here instead of just a few weekends, I was already... shutting in. His words, not mine," Joel picks up his glass for a sip, and you hang onto every word he says. "So when she came, he took me out one night. That little bar a few blocks from here—y'know Mr. O'Donovan's place?" when you shake your head, he waves a hand, "I'll take you someday—'s the only place around here that's worth a dime."

"I'll take your word for it." I hate bars. You'd go for him. With him.

"I think I know what beer you'd like," it comes off as a whisper, and you have to hide behind your glass again. "I only remember that talk because he made me promise. He's not one to ask for promises."

"What did he make you promise?"

"He was upset 'cause I kept turnin' him down every time he wanted to do his 'meet my friend and you'll be good friends' match-making shit, so he said, 'you promise that the next time someone invites you do somethin' you actually wanna do, you're not gonna turn 'em down? You'll actually fucking go, without makin' excuses to yourself'. And that sounded fair. So I promised."

You take note of the effort he's making.

The subtle 'this isn't just about what's about to happen'.

'I'll take you someday'.

'Next time someone invites you to do somethin' you actually wanna do'.

So more than just neighbors. You nod at that, smiling at him. "He seems like a good brother," you say. "Siblings can be a pain in the ass."

Joel stops his glass on the way to his lip to shake his head at you, "Oh, no no," he takes the sip first, and says, "one doesn't negate the other. He very much is a pain in my ass, trust me."

You laugh. "Older and younger?"

"Younger," he nods. "I had a lil' bit of peace here and there before he was born."

"Can't imagine you'd have it any other way nowadays."

He agrees with you.

When he doesn't, Joel scrunches his nose as he shakes his head.

He does silly faces. You wonder if he's aware of how unfair it is that he gets to look like that. Tender. Charming.

He proves your theory to be right with only half another bottle.

Put two or more adults plus a certain amount of alcohol in a closed environment, and sex will be on the table.

It makes you blush when you think... it could literally be on the table.

Joel pretends he doesn't see you growing hotter. He keeps his eyes on you as you take off the robe instead of looking at your arms. Listens to what you're saying without losing focus.

Only when you're done and asking him something in response that he looks.

It makes your throat dry when he does.

Joel has an unabashed, almost cocky tilt to his mannerisms.

You thought he'd be quieter than he is—more serious.

It's a welcomed contrast.

When sex is laid on the table, it comes because he brought up the joke you made at the beginning of the night about his lack of interest in your life, and decided to ask you things. Where you grew up. If you were always like this.

"Define 'like this'."

"Smart with the calculating glance, and sweet-talking."

"Is that me?"

"Sure is, Sunshine."

None of the questions that people usually ask.

It makes you bite your lip more than you wished—his manly, tall presence gets under your skin in ways that no previous partner managed to. Tucking your hair behind your ear, avoiding leading the conversation to the exact places you liked, giggling—those weren't things you did.

He pulled them from you.

When he does ask you the 'usual' questions, it lacks the malicious curiosity inflating others whenever they did.

Sex is laid on the table because Joel looks you in the eyes with that easiness in his shoulders and asks, "I'm not as private as you, though—all of my neighbors already know Tommy, and Sarah. You, on the other hand... the mysterious crime and horror novelist, who talks to her plants and moved from so, so far. I might not be the prying type, but I was curious about you long before my gremlin set her little claws on you. How come I never see anyone coming in or out of here? You tellin' me not one friend of yours followed you here to god-forsaken Texas?"

Your glass is almost empty, and you focus on the twirling of the red inside it to avert your mind from the way he's sitting. "The point of moving was getting away from them. All of them, as bad as that sounds," you cover your eyes with your free hand, and Joel's hand touches your forearm.

"Hey—it's fine. Don't feel bad. 'm happy you had the privilege of gettin' away. If you wanted to move away from all of it, I'm sure you had your reasons."

Looking between your fingers, you try appraising his face. "Really?"

"Really," he nods.

"Okay." You sit up straight. "And I do have people over, sometimes. You're just always at work."

"Yeah? You made friends already?"

"A few, yeah."

"Where?" he removes his hand from your forearm but drops it to your chair's armrest. The proximity is doing something to you. "I thought you worked from home."

"I do," you agree. "But I do other stuff. I'm not always here with my plants, Joel," you roll your eyes, smiling amusedly.

Joel laughs, "I wouldn't know. If I could work from home and stay with my tools and wood, I would."

"And I believe you," you nodded.

He bites on his smile before asking. "What other stuff d'you do?"

"I joined a book club," you reply, feeling all levels of boring.

From his look, he disagrees. "You got the patience for that?"

"Sure do," you nod again.

He nods, pouting in awe. "Nice," he says. "Are your book club friends givin' you the right impression of Texans?"

"I'm warming up to them," you smile.

Nodding, he asks, "Should I ask now the questions all my neighbors already know the answer to? 'Cause I am curious. Did you know Mr. Adler tried tellin' me what he 'discovered' about you? He tried looking blasé when he said that, but I'm sure he just wanted to gossip about the pretty girl who moved across from him."

"Ew, Joel," you laugh.

His eyes never leave you—you feel it even when you're not looking at him. He's laughing too. "What? It's true."

When you look back up at him, you wonder—when did you two get this close?

"You can ask," you say. "It's not that exciting, the answer. Actually, it's not exciting at all."

"Hmm, I'll be the judge of that," he sips his wine, and leaves the glass on the table. "You already know my backstory, so kill my curiosity now," he pierces with his eyes for a moment, "how on Earth is there no ring on this finger?" he points to your ring finger, then he leans in closer, and you can smell the wine in his breath; you want to kiss it until it's taste is gone, "and how is it that I never see anyone leaving here early in the mornings?"

Well. "No ring 'cause I didn't want one so far," you reply. To him, you give more honesty than anyone else who's asked. "And I have the luxury of living without it. I know many friends of mine who don't—and actually, that was part of..." don't go there. "Nevermind," you shake your head, pinning yourself to here.

"You just didn't want it?" he echos.

You nod, "Never did," there's no reason to lie to him. He smells so good—why would you lie to him? "Most men bore men, Joel."

"Wow," the smile that widens is a little baffled. A little dirty. "Should I be scared?"

At that, you burst out laughing. "Really?" You have no clocks outside, but the starry sky and the deep silence in the houses next to you are a good enough indicator. "It's been... a couple of hours, at least. We're one bottle and a half," you say, looking at your glasses shining on the table, "deep into conversation... and you wonder if you should be scared?"

Joel's still looking at you when you look back. His arm is around your chair, and your back touches it when you lean back against it. "I'll take that as a no."

"You are very far from boring."

"'m happy you think so," he smiles. He lets his eyes drop to your lips, without a care for the two palms of distance that separate your faces. It's meant to be blatant. Obvious. "Just another question..."

Here it comes, you thought. Why no kids? Why so alone? Do you feel lonely?

"Why me?" he asks.

It's nothing more than a breath.

You could ignore it. Give any answer, and close the gap. Instead, you give him honesty. "Honestly? I was so attracted to you, the second I saw you, that I was willing to even hear somethin' stupid coming out of your mouth if I could just—," do it, do it, do it. Seeing his eyes darken from up close is torture. You can feel the pulse of your heartbeat between your legs. "Now, if I were any smart, I'd be wishing for you to be bad at all the rest, because..."

This was amazing already.

Joel laughs, just a single, breathy laugh, and then does something you would never see it coming.

He pushes his chair back with the weight of his hips and drops to his knees.

The gasp you let out is enough to put the most insufferable smile on his face.

"Don't say that," he feigns hurt, as if he wasn't smiling with his eyes and lips. "It might've been a while, but I don't think I lost my touch just yet."

Joel's hands envelop your knees and slowly pull them apart. You feel like an open wire—aware of every breath your body takes and each minimum reaction to him.

You feel the wet pulse inside your panties when he kisses the skin of your inner thigh, right above your knee.

Joel smiles up at you, blinking his eyes.

Damn him, you think. His hands caress their way up your skin, and you wished you were naked already.

He seems like someone to enjoy the torture—when his hands reach the curve of your ass, they stop there, holding onto your waist.

"Have I?" he asks, kissing the other inner leg. You feel a hint of his tongue in the short kiss.

What could you say to that?

"You really haven't."

Feeling the hot breathing of his laughter on your inner thighs was not in your list for tonight.

"Do I get a kiss, then?"

He would never have to ask you twice.

Your legs wrap around his torso when you lean down to meet him for the kiss. Joel seems to love the position—he smiles at first, gripping you by the neck.

He takes his time to look at you before he dives in. A mental check-in. Maybe just admiring, just as you were from the second he kneeled.

His kiss comes from experience. A lot of fucking experience.

If you were weak in the knees before, you seal the notion that you're out of your depth there and then.

Joel kisses like no one's ever kissed you before—like he wants to explore, discover, conquer.

He licks his way inside of you with the first kiss.

His tongue isn't shy; he makes you adjust to his rhythm, to let go and open up, and when you, you're rewarded with it—he pulls up just an inch, just to whisper, "that's it," and then dives back in.

Joel wraps his arm around your shoulder and neck in a possessive manner. It's why he makes it so easy for you let him guide it—he's holding you, and you moan as you melt into him.

He wants to feel your body.

The more you press yourself against him, the more Joel grants you little sighs of his own pleasure.

He never pushes his hips against you. Never presses you towards him.

It makes you want to scream.

When he pulls away, Joel sighs happily. He presses his right thumb over your swollen bottom lip, and nodding, kneels on his heels again.

"Joel..."

Your face remains close to his, gravitating to where he does. He whispers, "Lift your hips up for me, Sunshine," wrapped around a smile.

You do as he says.

His hand takes off your shorts without your eyes ever leaving you, and when the item is on the floor, Joel releases the robe you foregone earlier tonight from your backrest to slide down where you sit.

To not make a mess, it says.

Your face is burning up, but not as much as the rest of you.

"Is this ok?" he asks.

He waits for your nod of approval before pulling you by your knees. "Good," he's strong enough to get you where he wants in one pull. Your hips are nearing the end of the chair and from this angle, Joel gets to look.

He eyes the underwear as if it's personally offending him.

"I like the color," he says. He traces a finger across the baby blue lace and looks up at you. "Suits ya," he says. That's when he hooks a finger on the fabric, pulling it to the side. "I dreamt about this."

That gets to you.

Joel's fingers are thorough—able. He uses his knuckles to spread the lips apart, uncaring about the whines you let out above him, still holding on to the shame of being the only one exposed.

It lasts until he places two knuckles on each side of your clit, stimulating it with back-and-forth movements.

You were right about the torture.

He enjoys it.

Joel waits for your clit to be hard between his fingers before he puts his mouth to it.

You can only cling onto his hair.

I dreamt about this, too.

"Fuck—I dreamt about this too," you confess.

His moan vibrating against the core of your pussy makes you clench.

Joel's only starting.

He takes his time in finding the rhythm you most feel pleasure on your clit. He never bites, never nibbles, and doesn't go softly, like other men.

He eats.

Joel's mouth is stuck to you—the way he laps and slurps and sucks on your hardened nub only makes your volume go from whines and pleas of his name to moans in very little time.

That's when he dips his tongue inside. When he uses it as muscle and proves to you why the idea of oral is so good for men.

Because it's good.

Joel gives no indicator that he wants to stop at any time, and it turns you into something that blossoms.

At some point between him almost making you cum just by sucking on your clit and fucking his tongue in and out of you, your legs made their way to his shoulders, and his hands have secured themselves groping your ass.

He pulls back for air, once.

His fingers enter you instead, two at once.

"So wet already," he says. You only hear it, until, "look at me," he asks.

As if his thick, long fingers dripping into places inside of you weren't enough, you get to look at him.

His face glistening on your back porch is something that burns behind your eyelids the second you see it. You feel incoherent, needy, and exposed in more than one way.

Joel looks like he could eat you like this.

"Joel—please. Please," you're begging, but for what, you're not sure.

"Cum for me first. I'll give you whatever you want later, just," he pumps his fingers inside of you, keeping a steady and strong pace, and then says, "You look so good like this, Jesus fuckin' Christ."

Profanities.

That's what he says before getting his mouth back on you—his tongue sucking and vibrating against your clit.

It's too much. Too fucking much, and, "Joel, Joel—"

He pulls back just to say it, "That's it, doin' so good, Sunshine—" and that's when you lose it. The coaxing. It's so earnest. Sounds so pleased, dipping in honey as if it's him who's feeling this good.

"'m gonna cum Joel, fuck me, just like that—"

"Like this? Hm? Show me. Cum on my mouth."

All it takes is for him to put it back on you. Joel knows how to push himself inside—knows how to explore the hot and tight confines of your cunt, because he coos a first orgasm out of you with the right pace only.

No strength. No speed. Just sucking, and curling right against your spot.

Your vision whites out.

The time you take to come back to yourself, he keeps playing with your pussy and the mess he made in it, seeming as satisfied with the result as you are. Somewhere in white land.

What a little death.

After that, it's more a mess and clashes of teeth and desires than you knew you were even capable of.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you pull him inside the house.

The idea is to make it to your room, but you never make it past the living room.

When you press him against a wall to finish taking off his clothes, seeing him only in briefs makes gravity pull you in.

Nothing but black briefs.

You have to drop to your knees.

Joel curses under his breath and tries his best at keeping his posture, but you're with a mind entirely clouded by raw need.

To him, you want to do only your best.

You're addicted to the way he mutters, "atta girl," every time you discover something that brings him pleasure. It sounds so fucking dirty.

"That's it. Atta fuckin' girl, god."

With him, you use tricks your friends once told you that are buried in the back of your mind. You hold the part of his cock your mouth can't cover and move it in sync with your lips. You make it wet, make sloppy, make it whatever he leads it to be.

Joel hisses and moans louder when you find the special places hidden—the sensitive skin between his balls that leads up, you lick it from start to finish and are rewarded with a full-body shudder.

He shows you what strong body means.

"Where's your room?" he pulls you by the arms, and you somehow end up jumping on him. Exactly what you wanted.

"I'm not makin' that far," you tell him with a grin.

He has his thumb on your lips again—he seems to like your mouth.

"Didn't think you'd want my bare ass on your couch."

"That is exactly where I want your bare ass right now," you tell him.

He's good at following requests, just as he is at giving them.

Joel sits with you already straddling his lap, and bless his gentleman's heart, he says, "I left my pants outside—wait," he curses under his breath with your hips circling his shaft. Letting it slide between your pussy lips. "Fuckin' hell."

"Fuckin' hell indeed," you sigh. "Wait here."

You run outside for it, only because you're not on the pill. Maybe you'll start taking it. Maybe you shouldn't think that far.

Joel's waiting for you alright—he has his hand at the base of his cock, sitting on your couch like a modern-day Adonis.

A sluttier Adonis. Sexier, too.

"Stop starin' and c'mere," he demands;

And who are you to say no to that?

Joel does you the favor of putting it on as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again, taking all of your out of the way. He looks like he wants to eat you alive piece by piece, and you love it.

"Lemme know if you want me to take over," he tells you.

"Yes, sir," you whisper in a taunting manner.

Joel rests his forehead against yours when you line himself up with you, and it's a reward of your stupid, gigantic-ass window letting in the light from outside that allows you to see the pleasure on his face as you sink around him, burying him to the hilt.

His digits press so hard on your sides they'll brise.

You'll be bruised tomorrow morning.

Fingerprints on your hips, beard burns on your inner legs, palm shapes across your ass.

When you start moving, none of you say a word about how it feels.

It's criminal.

Only curses and your names are allowed in the thin space separating your wet bodies.

The thin layer of sweat makes you two glide on each other, and the drag of him inside of you is almost too good for words.

You're scared of the ones that'd make their way out, anyway.

So you let out what you can. You call for him, and he calls back. Joel slaps your ass, both sides of it, and urges you on to take him as you want it.

"Fuckin' christ, I'm never gonna—fuck—never gonna sleep again."

There it is. Being pussy-drunk makes him loose-lipped.

Your own are aching with how hard you bite on them.

Joel lets the reigns remain on your hands as you stay on top. He lets you ride him painfully slow, and faster, just because it feels good. He lets you climb all the way up only to slam back down, praising you through the fog in your brain.

"Does it feel good, Sunshine? Mm? My cock feels that good for you?"

You're sure it'll all come back to haunt you once your brain can be coherent.

He takes charge when you start begging him, and for what, you're unsure of. It's a mixture of please and his name, which Joel takes as his permission slip.

He flips you onto your back, hooks one of your legs on the middle of his back, and fucks you both into another orgasm.

It should be concerning the way he does it—like he's familiar with your body and your cues. He just follows your pace and moans until you're clawing at his back, and when his name comes out over and over again, he coaxes it again. Coos at you, holding your face in one hand. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't ya? Do it. I'll cum for you when I feel you shakin' around my cock, Sunshine. Cum for me."

It comes so hard you almost faint; blackout.

Joel takes care of you afterward.

Of course he does.

Even with the weakest legs and the minimum sense of reality around you, he manages. Joel leads you upstairs, tells you he's collected your clothes, and even lays down when you ask him.

"Just for a while," you ask.

He lays in front of you in bed, and pulls your arms around him. "I'm puttin' an alarm."

Little spoon. "You gotta be back here in the morning anyway."

"I know," he kisses your wrist. "Can't wait."

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eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

hi guys! forgot to mention i kind of wrote a part 2 to this so: “love, y/n:)”

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

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Mechanic!Eddie + reader

🛑 Smut warning, Mature18+ Minors DNI🛑

TW: P in V, talk of blowjobs, unprotected sex ( As always wrap it before ya tap it)

Wet and wild

POV: Mechanic Eddie Munson

POV : Eddie

" Ho-ly shit."

You smiled to yourself as you slowly pulled into your driveway. It had been a long, hot day at the shop. Wearing coveralls in the middle of July and standing in front of fans that were blowing around nothing but hot air wasn't exactly an ideal way to spend a summer day but it was a job, and one you were good at and it paid the bills. And you knew that no matter how shitty your day was at work , every night you would be going home to the woman of your dreams. She would greet you with a kiss and a hug and a slap on the ass and to you life couldn't get any more perfect than that.

Well, maybe it could.

You were currently sitting inside your Van leaning forward on the steering wheel smiling like an idiot watching your total smoke show of a girlfriend wash her car.

How the fuck did you get lucky enough to land a girl so gorgeous and so fucking hot?

She had driven her car into the back yard to allow for easier access to the hose. Boy were you glad that you had put up a privacy fence along the borders of your lawn, you didn't need the neighbors ogling you gorgeous girlfriend if she decided she wanted to sunbathe in the back yard, or in this case, wash her car .

Her hair was piled up on the top of her head and she was wearing a tiny red bikini top and the shortest jean cut offs that you had ever seen. Every time she would bend over and dunk her sponge in the soapy water her sweet cheeks would pop out the bottom. You wanted so badly to go over and pinch them but if you did you would blow your cover.

She had her stereo cranked so aloud that she didn't even hear you pull in. That's your girl.

She sang loudly, horribly , using the hose nozzle as a microphone to sing Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi. Her back was facing you and she was completely oblivious .

" Oh,oh, oh, Shake it up, just like Bad Medicine, there ain't no doctor that can cure my disease!"

She was dancing and shaking her ass like her life depended on it. She was putting on a real show. Goddamn was she sexy.

You slowly and quietly got out of your van and lightly shut the door. You snuck up behind her and the first time she bent down to dunk her sponge in the bucket you held onto her hips and pressed yourself up against her nice full ass.

You were expecting a gasp, a giggle and a kiss, what you got was a scream and a blast in the face with the hose.

" Jesus Christ , it's just me!" You sputtered as You lifted up the white tank that you wore under your coveralls and wiped your face.

" Edward FUCKING Munson, you scared the shit out of me! You almost gave me a heart attack!!"  Her hand was over her heart as she tried to calm down " I had no idea you were even there , you fucking creeper!" A slow smile spreading across her face. " I should have known it was you when I felt your dick pressed up against my ass. You had a boner and everything, you fricking perv."

You laugh and slide your arms around her waist." Only because you are so fucking sexy. I got quite a show Babydoll. Made me so fucking hot for you."

She leaned in and kissed you greedily, shoving her tongue into your mouth and only adding to the fire that you already felt for her. You squeezed her ass and  pulled her up against you and moaned into her mouth.

" Your feeling hot for me baby?" She whispered into your ear, pressing her breasts against you.

" You fucking know it."

" Maybe I can cool you down?"

" Yeah, Sweetheart cuz I'm overheating."

" Can't have that baby." She stepped back smiling.

Before you could react she took the hose and sprayed the front of you causing your tank and your coveralls to stick to your body.

" F-fuck! That water is cold!"

She laughed." You said you needed to cool down. Now we are even ,Fucker." She smiled.

There was no way you could be mad at her, but there was also no way you were going to let her get away with it. You took the hose from her and started spraying her with it. She screamed but laughed as she ran away and you saw her grab the bucket and the sponge. This was going to be an all out war.

" Don't make me do it Baby! I swear I'll do it!" She warned from the front of the car. She had the soaked sponge in her hand.

You smirk." It doesn't have to end like this Princess, just put the sponge down and no one gets hurt." You slowly take two steps closer. She launched the soggy sponge and it hit you right in the chest. Completely soaking you. Holy shit, your girl had a fucking cannon.

" Now your going to get it!" You smile and untied the arms of your coveralls that you had tied around your waist. You stepped out of them so that you were wearing only your tank and shorts. You had to be able to maneuver and couldn't risk getting caught up on anything.

" No Eddie! " She screamed and ran and you took off after her. She was fast but you were faster. You caught up in no time. You grabbed her around the waist and spun her around.

" Our neighbors must think we are fucking nuts." You laughed.

" Let 'em, then they will stay away. There is no way that they can hear us over the radio anyway.” She smiled. " I'm just glad that you put up the privacy fence around our yard. At least they don't have visual evidence of our craziness."

" We'd be the talk of the trailer park. Did you see that there freaky Munson guy chasing around that poor girl?"

She laughed." Or did you hear about that girl just completely ripping the clothes off that freaky Munson boy and having sex with him right in the back yard?"

" Woah now Sweetheart, that's just downright scandalous." You pulled her close and kissed her neck.

" Baby no one can see us." She grabbed the bottom hem of your tank and pulled it up over your head. " and if they did it's their own damn fault for being nosy." She bit her lip.

You tip you head back and sigh , you can't resist the lip bite, it's your fucking kryptonite, and then she leans in and starts kissing your neck. " Fuuck, your nothing but trouble, you know that? You used to be so sweet and innocent when I met you. What the fuck happened." You smiled.

She pulled away and looked up at you with her big doe eyes and smiled ." I got a piece of you and now I can't get enough." She started kissing your collarbone, working her way down to the tattoos on your chest. " You looked so sexy in your wet tank and coveralls-"

" I looked sexy? Uh no, baby doll, you looked sexy. This fucking skimpy little top, " You ran your finger under the tiny piece of cloth, grazing against her nipple." Those fucking shorty shorts, your ass looks so fucking amazing in,"you reach down and squeeze her ass. " So sexy you made me hard, remember?"

" That's right." She ran her hand over the front of your shorts." Oh you poor baby, I think you could use a little relief." She hooked her finger in the waistband of your shorts and slowly walked backwards to her car.

" You want me to fuck you on the hood of your car?"

" Are you crazy! I just washed it, I don't want my ass print on the hood! I want you to fuck me in the car."

You smiled. " Not exactly spacious but we can make it work. "

She opened up her back door and stripped off her shorts, once off you hook your fingers in her bikini bottoms and pull them down. She lays down on her back, smiles and wiggles her finger at you in a ' Come hither' motion.

You look around the back yard one last time. The way the car was positioned, the fence, where you had parked the van, the coast was clear.

You slid down your shorts and felt your dick spring up and hit you. You watch your horny Princess spread her legs invitingly and you could tell just how ready she was for you.

Carefully you lay down on top of her , free her tits from her top, give the hard nubs a little lick and a suck then line up your aching cock with her entrance and slowly slide in.

" Oh Fuck."

" Holy shit."

You both moan as you draw back then push your way back in. God, she was so wet, so tight. " So good Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good." You start to thrust a little faster.

You feel her reach down and and grab your ass, pulling you in closer, deeper.

"I want you buried deep inside me, Eds." You slowly roll your hips and she groans." You fuck me so good baby, please don't stop."

So you didn't. You pounded into her endlessly until you felt her walls clench around you and her body shudder beneath you. It wasn't long after that that you got your own sweet release.

You laid there for a moment, catching your breath, looking down at her beautiful, satisfied face. You kiss her forehead and then her lips." How did I get so fucking lucky Dollface?"

She smiled up at you." It wasn't luck baby , it was fate. We were made for each other."

" One-hundred percent." You carefully push yourself up off of her pull up your shorts the help her out of the cramped back seat of her car.

" I prefer the back of your van but that will do in a pinch." She winked at you and popped her top back down over her breasts. She grabbed the bikini bottoms and slid them on. " I totally won that water fight by the way. Your defense was lame Munson, how many times did I soak you?"

" Including just now?" You gave her a cocky grin. " I was playing more like an attacker. I mean I fucking chased you down like a fucking Cheetah chasing and gazelle you and caught you -"

" In case you didn't notice honeybuns, it was a WATER BATTLE, chasing doesn't count, and you literally only squirted me once with the hose."

" I squirted you with my hose alright-"

She laughed. " So gross- you are just avoiding the reality of the situation, I won."

" Yes baby, you 'officially' won but we both ended up 'winning in the end'."

She threw her head back and laughed.

" You think the sex was the prize? That was just a bonus. You owe me dinner."

" Oh I do, do I? I don't remember discussing any rules or prizes. "

" Dinner is always default prize for any competition-"

" I would pick a blowjob over dinner any day." You smirk.

" Of course you would, but baby there is no competition necessary for that, all you have to do is ask nicely."

" Can I have a blowjob as a runner up prize?"

" After you take me to dinner." She smiles sweetly at you.

" Are we talking Benny's or Enzo's?"

" Oh, Benny's is fine."

" Alright Princess let's go in and clean up, I'm still a fucking mess from the shop and then we will go out for burgers and shakes."

" Sounds perfect!"

You lean in and peck her lips." Ladies first."

You watched as she started towards the house, walking triumphantly, you let her get a few feet away from you then you picked up the hose and totally let her have it.

" Eddddiiieee!"

It was music to your ears.

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I've always had this fantasy of not knowing I was pregnant, getting on a flight, and then having a really difficult birth on a plane while all the other passengers listen to my screams.

I spend the day leading up to my flight dealing with stomach cramps but figure they're either from the dodgy kebab I had at the pub or it's my period finally showing up. I've never been regular but it's been quite a while since I've had one so this could be the start of a really bad cycle.

I'm excited to wear my new jumpsuit, which is basically a one piece sweat suit that zips up the front. I'm meeting my partner when I land so I put on a tiny black lace thong and the matching bra and set off for the airport.

Wrangling my luggage while my stomach keeps clenching so hard it takes my breath away is difficult but I finally make it through security. I'm taking a break, rubbing my aching belly, when a pregnant woman passing grabs my shoulder and gives me a sympathetic smile.

"It hurts when they get rowdy, huh? Seems like they know when you're about to fly."

My cheeks turn red. I know I've been gaining weight but I didn't realize I looked pregnant!

I feel like it's rude to tell her that I'm not with child and actually just have to take a massive shit so I smile and mumble what I hope sounds like a sympathetic noise.

After unsuccessfully trying to go to the bathroom, I finally board my flight. I'm grateful to be in first class because it's suddenly really painful to sit any other way but with my legs spread wide.

I try to sleep, especially because I hate flying over the water and the first 6 hours of this flight are over the Atlantic. But not only does the pain in my stomach stop me from sleeping, it drives me from my seat every ten minutes to go strain on the toilet. I'm starting to freak out a little; I've never felt pain like this and for the first time I start to get scared something is really wrong.

Eventually even the engine noise can't mute the groans coming from the tiny plane bathroom. When I stumble out for my 10th time in 2 hours, the flight attendant is waiting with an annoyed looking man in a stained Metallica sweatshirt.

She stops me with a wary smile. "Honey, I think we need to get you checked out. This is John, he's an EMT. He's the only medical professional on board but he agreed to take a look."

John looks hungover or maybe still drunk and his agreement had to have been reluctant but he sits down with me in an empty last row of seats and starts asking questions about my symptoms. When I tell him I haven't had a period for almost a year but the pain feels a bit like period cramps, his eyes go wide as saucers.

"Uh, ma'am, I think I'm gonna need to check your vagina. I think you might be in labor."

I've had enough. This is the second time today someone has thought I'm pregnant! I get up and brush roughly past John and start making my way back up to my seat, hopefully to sleep.

I barely make it to the middle of the plane before the worst pain yet clinches my belly and I feel an undeniable weight plop painfully into my pelvis. It drops me to my knees and I'm suddelny howling in agony, much to the horror of my fellow passengers.

I don't even have time to think before I feel a pop and fluid gushes out of my twat, soaking my panties and jumpsuit. I feel just a second of relief before the pressure is back, worse than I've ever felt, and I know with sudden horrifying clarity that the weight is that of a baby moving down my birth canal.

"There's a baby in my pussy and I need to push!"

John and the flight attendant are immediately at my side, pulling me painfully to my feet. Before I really even know what's happening I'm in the galley in the back of the plane with John unzipping my jumpsuit and peeling my soaked thong down my legs. They lay me spread eagle on the floor and he sticks his fingers up me.

I'm pretty out of it from the pain and shock but over the next ten minutes I gather I'm seven centimeters dilated, it's three hours until we land whether we turn around or keep going, and I'm probably going to have to crown a baby lying on a dirty floor underneath the drawer where they keep the diet Coke and little bottles of liquor.

I can't really focus on anything but the pain, which now includes long, searing stabs through my back as well as my front. The pressure is insane. I never imagined birth would feel like my hips are going to dislocate because the baby passing through them is so big. I hear John say things like "back labor" and "posterior" and, worryingly, "very narrow pelvis" but by that point I am in transition and shaking and puking and pleading for someone to let me die it hurts so bad.

I learned later, through a TikTok video a fellow passenger posted that got four million likes, that I crowned for thirty minutes. The guy who posted the video made a time lapse and edited my screams for help and death over it. He even got a cheeky shot of my bruised, bleeding pussy stretched around the head at the widest point.

When it finally pops out, I pray my ordeal is almost over. But, no matter how hard John pulls or I push, the shoulders are jammed tight in my opening. I spend the final half hour of the flight with a massive head hanging out of me while I drift in and out of consciousness.

I remember how bad it hurt for that head to be jostled when the plane landed and it was agony to be lifted on to the stretcher, my legs carefully held wide to accommodate the head hanging between them. I remember being horrified most of the passengers were filming me being wheeled up the aisle, legs open, screaming about the pain in my pussy every time we hit a bump.

It wasn't until hours later, my 14lb son in my arms and the good drugs masking the horror of what they had to do to me down there to finally get him all the way out, that I realized the creative folks on the internet had turned my birth from hell into a trending TikTok song.

I never really found the humor in putting me screaming "I've got a baby in my pussy and I need to push" and "Oh my God, my clitoris just ripped" to music. Especially since all I got was a kid I didn't want and a lifetime fear of both birth and flying.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Part 1 sorry this took so long, the heatwave melted my brain

It took far longer than either of them intended to make it to breakfast, mainly because once Eddie had finished making a mess of the both of them, he had insisted on washing Steve's hair for him, which honestly was the most blissful out-of-body thing that he'd ever experienced; but as the two of them walked down the boulevard together, brushing shoulders and for a lack of a better word, giggling, Steve couldn't remember feeling happier. 

Eddie had the most gorgeous smile and every time he directed it at Steve, god! he felt… lighter, like he could float away any second, but at the same time, just by that same smile, he knew without a doubt that Eddie had him tethered safely to the ground. 

And holy fuck if it wasn't just the best feeling! It wasn't something Steve had ever experienced before, because yeah, he's got Robin, but she's a steady kind of safety, he knows beyond doubt that they're two halves of a whole, she's his rock as much as he's hers and the day they met something just fell into place for both of them. And he has his little found family, he knows he can go home to them (or they'll come to him) any time, he knows he's safe in their embrace, like they're his shelter in a storm. 

But this is different, he barely knows Eddie, hasn't spent more than a few hours with him, but it's like Eddie has this protective bubble around them both, like they're floating along together in this impenetrable shield and the outside world means nothing when he's held in Eddie's gaze, and he just knows he's safe, he can feel it deep in his bones.

And jesus! when they kiss! He's never felt anything like it. It’s like he's filled with bubbles that not only pop but fizzle, like someone's dropped a bathbomb into his chest, letting it froth and effervesce, like it's rolling and twirling around churning up his insides in the most spectacular way, and he almost can't breathe because of it. 

It's fucking weird and glorious all at once. 

Too much and not enough and he never wants it to stop because he knows he's never felt this way about anyone before, hell he hadn't even known it could feel this way and it's kinda scaring the living shit out of him because what if the last few hours were all Eddie wanted, what if Eddie's here for a fun time and not a long time and Steve has to go back home and learn to live without feeling like this.

Eddie nudged him gently, snapping him out of his spiral into the abyss, his eyes landing on Eddie's warm affectionate grin, following his pointing arm to where Robin and Chris were in the cafe across the street, sitting in a booth by the window, leaning into one another across the table, deep in conversation and grinning brighter than the Nevada sun. 

Robin blushed deeply as Chris tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, and Steve had seen that look before (usually aimed at him) but he'd never seen her look like that before, not with Jamie or Izzy and certainly not with Sammi ("Sammi with an 'i'", god he'd really hated her), because yeah she was blushing, that was nothing new, but she looked comfortable! She wasn't ducking her head, becoming all flustered and shy, no, she looked relaxed, confident even, like she'd known her forever. 

The pair were so engrossed in each other that neither of them even glanced up as the bell above the door jingled when he and Eddie entered. Robin completely missing the way Eddie’s hand fit so naturally into the small of his back as he guided him gently over to their table. Steve felt giddy from it, like he was floating on air! It was so incredibly intimate and a little bit possessive, like Eddie couldn't keep his hands off of him and Steve just knew it was going to be his main topic of conversation for at least the next century. 

Honestly, he couldn't even be that mad that she'd missed it, not when he saw how content and engrossed she was with Chris. He hadn't seen her smile that much since Vickie, which now that he thought about it was far too long ago for his liking. Normally on first dates she went for this cool, aloof thing, trying to push her real personality down for reasons Steve had never understood, but Robin was genuinely smiling, her real toothy, goofy grin as she chatted animatedly. 

And Chris seemed equally spellbound, eyes wide and nodding, giggly and captivated. Not that it was surprising to Steve, Robin had always had this otherworldly quality about her; his best friend was beautiful, anyone could see that, but if she was passionate enough about a topic, she seemed to glow and her voice alone became sort of mesmerising.

Like the one time they’d actually got to work early, during a particularly cold snap, and while they were waiting for Jeremy to open up, Robin had started to tell Steve all about Yetis and the difference between Bigfoot and the Abominable Snowman. Only what neither of them realised was that instead of having a ten-minute chat, they’d actually sat there for three hours. Unfortunately, they were already on their last warning for being late, so it had got them fired, but they weren't too bothered, the worst thing about it was trying to find a new job in below-freezing weather.

The girls only really looked away from one another when he and Eddie slid into the booth next to their respective best friends, both still dressed up to the nines, Robin's mascara all but gone, bits all down her cheeks from where she'd rubbed at it. But it was her beaming smile told Steve all he needed to know, she was elated, she'd had a brilliant night, she couldn't wait to relay every detail to him later, and oh my god, Evie, she's amazing, I think I'm in love!

That sent Steve's attention across the table, the two best friends seemed to be having a similarly telepathic conversation, their attention quickly turning away from each other back to Steve and Robin. But it was funny how Chris and Robin had almost precisely timed Steve and Eddie’s arrival because no sooner had Steve been reintroduced to Chrissy, "Eds' BFF, platonic soulmate and personal cheerleader!", the waitress arrived with food for the four of them.

Steve was kind of glad for the distraction of plates and cutlery and condiments because shaking Chrissy's hand had sent another vision into Steve's mind of meeting her and Eddie the night before and as far as he could remember he was being so embarrassingly obvious in his attraction to Eddie, that he'd barely taken his eyes off of him long enough to have the common decency to even glance in her direction. 

Being pathetically obsessed within the first five minutes, real smooth Steve!

They ate silently to begin with, happily just enjoying their meals; the food was delicious, and it had been far too long since any of them had had any proper nourishment. And Robin, his heavenly, wondrous Robin, had ordered his favourite dish, which with every mouthful was soothing the lingering aches of his hangover and given the blissed-out little moans slipping out of Eddie every now and again, he was clearly enjoying whatever meaty, eggy, goodness Chrissy had ordered for him.

Eventually though, sitting across from Eddie started to become just a tiny bit tortuous, especially when one particular groan, resonating from the back of his throat, brought forth a very clear vision of Eddie on his back in bed, making that very same sound as Steve kissed his way down his body. Fucking hell! 

Suddenly Steve wasn't all that embarrassed about whatever he'd done that'd attracted Eddie to him because he truly was a sight to behold, in bed or otherwise.

Steve's attention was snapped away from thoughts of naked-Eddie back to the cafe when Chrissy giggled, at what he wasn't sure, he could only assume it was an inside joke when Eddie elbowed her playfully, snorting and mumbling a whined "shut. up!" even though she hadn't said a word. His pretty dimples coming out as he shoved more food in his mouth, keeping his gaze on his meal and smiling reluctantly around his fork as she cackled beside him.

Robin nudged him under the table with her foot and gave him a look that said "this dork, really?" And Steve couldn't help but grin because yes this dork and his adorable cheerleader, if it were up to him they'd keep the pair of them forever because watching the two best friends tease each other was just too fucking cute! Almost like looking through a picture book filled with their rich history, their deep adoration etched into the smiles on every page.

Steve didn't know what it was about them, they just both had that something; Robin would call it an aura, but it just felt good to be around them. The happiness they shared together exuded, pulling you in rather than pushing you out and Steve just wanted to bask in it, like he was Yurtle and Eddie and Chrissy were the heat lamp.

Steve knew he hadn't always been the best judge of character, he'd been duped a time or two, but he trusted Robin's instincts, if she thought Chrissy was a good person, good enough to spend all night with, good enough to maybe be in love with, then Steve believed it unquestionably, because in all the time he'd known her she'd never been wrong about someone. 

She'd never liked Ashley and quite right too given the little rat was the one who'd been feeding HR all the reports that'd got them both fired. She'd hated Billy from the minute she met him, and well the less he thought about that the better. She’d felt the same abhorration for Carl, the electrician who as it turned out was wanted in several states for crimes he didn't like to think too closely about, given he'd left Robin alone with him. 

When, in a fit of desperation, Steve had joined a dating service and met Angel (or SheDevil as Robin liked to refer to her as) who as it turned out was one of his dads "business associates" who (for some sick reason neither of them could fathom) had wanted to sleep with Steve; Robin had gone berserk, they’d had a massive fight before he’d left for his date but even when he came back shaken and tempestuous, she never said I told you so, she just wrapped him up in a blanket, made him a hot chocolate and let him cry into her shoulder until he felt better. 

That was the day he decided he was always going to trust her gut unconditionally because it was clear she would always just know better than he did.

So Steve knew Eddie and Chrissy must be something truly special for Robin to be so comfortable around them, for her to let Steve get married because as much as she claimed she was powerless against his determination, they both knew that wasn't true. He was well and truly wrapped around her little finger and if she'd said no and meant it he would've trusted her intuition implicitly. She was his soulmate for a reason, not only because he wasn't entirely sure he could survive without her, but because she was the brains of the pairing; he still wasn't entirely sure how he’d managed to stay alive for the first two decades of his life without her.

He'd been so deep in thought that he started when Robin began chatting perpetually again; it was uncanny how she always did that, like she could almost sense that was thinking about her, so she’d just start talking, about anything and everything. He'd missed the white noise of her voice, like he always did when she was quiet, mainly because if her voice wasn't filling the space, his mind just had this tendency to run away with him, like a train on a track heading downhill. 

Although, he could’ve lived happily without the vicariously embarrassing blow-by-blow of the night before.

Apparently, the four of them had met each other in the third club Steve and Robin had been in, Steve had spotted Eddie across the room and immediately started his five-drink-Steve ritual of making it his mission to keep Eddie forever. 

No-one was more surprised than Robin when Steve's tactics had actually worked, her and Chrissy clicking over their mutual love and mortification they felt for their, platonic with a capital p, soulmates.

Apparently, nine-drink-Eddie had decided to ask twelve-drink-Steve to marry him, Steve, somewhat unsurprisingly, gave him a teary yes before he'd really had the chance to finish asking.

They were married by a man Robin was convinced was actually Elvis (nobody had the heart to correct her).

No-one could decide who should hold the bouquet, so they had one each, both girls caught Eddie's, whereas Steve, for all his sporting prowess, managed to hit the receptionist in the face with his, getting them promptly thrown out of the chapel.

Steve was already half naked before they'd even made it back to the hotel, it was undecided who'd undressed him. A mystery only Vegas knew the answer to. They’d made it across the hotel lobby by the grace of god and because Chrissy had played her "help the pretty blonde card" with the guy at the front desk as a distraction. 

Robin had no more details for their night, but Steve was pretty sure he could piece the rest of that together himself, he was just glad the lift had been empty after all. 

And the girls had had a whale of a time after they'd ushered the newly-weds off to bed, they'd carried on to several venues, including a drag show, another wedding (one that was actually planned for longer than five minutes!) a concert, three more bars, and finally headed back to the hotel.

"And then Chrissy rang Nancy! Oh my god, Steve! It's such a small world, right, 'cause Eds and Chris are from Indy too. It's crazy we've never met, huh? But anyway, we were thinking how funny would it be if Eds' dickhead ex opened the paper this morning to find out he's already moved on, and not only that, moved on with the King of Hawkins High himself! 'Cause Eds' ex is from Hawkins, like you! I bet you knew him! But yeah, turns out Chris knows Nancy, you know, your Nancy and well..."

Robin was definitely still speaking, but Steve's ears had started to ring again, not because his head was hurting but because he was pretty sure he was about to throw up! Nancy had put their wedding announcement in the Indy Independent, the very paper everyone he'd ever known read, including his parents! Not that he cared what they thought, but going from fired to married in a little over a week was a twist even for him. And Hop and Claudia! They were going to go absolutely mental! And the kids! At least they’d probably find it a little funny, unlike Hop who’d blow his top for sure.

Well, that's one way for everyone to find out! And no doubt Nancy found it beyond hilarious.

He and Nancy hadn't parted on the best terms. They'd broken up during a massive argument two days before their first anniversary, apparently he'd wanted more than she could possibly give him because she "just couldn't imagine staying with the same guy forever", only for her then to start up with her photographer boyfriend a few weeks later and as far as Steve knew they were still together all these years later, so that was obviously utter bullshit. 

When Steve had continued babysitting the kids they'd tried to be friends, well given how little time they ever spent in the same room together, he supposed that classed as them trying to be civil, mainly for Will and Mike's sake, but Steve was grateful when Jon and Nancy had moved away after graduation.

And Steve didn't see them again for a long time, it was just sods fucking law that he happened to bump into them right after everything had imploded with Billy. 

Robin had finally convinced him to go with her to a club she knew, he hadn't really wanted to be there in the first place and seeing Nancy again was the last thing he needed, feeling far too sore for the pitying look she gave him, he'd kicked off big time, trying to get her to admit that the real reason she'd left him was because he was just unlovable.

It wasn't his best night, and given she'd left in tears, it probably wasn't hers either. So he's no doubt she found it laugh-out-loud pathetic that the only way he'd eventually got married was to a total stranger while off his tits on holiday.

Steve glanced over at Eddie to see he'd gone white as a sheet, he gently called his name a couple of times, but he seemed to be in a world all of his own. Steve wanted to reach for his hand, but he wasn't sure how Eddie would react to that, and he didn't want to freak him out more, so he left his hand palm up on the tabletop next to Eddie’s hoping it was enough, leaving him a clear indicator that his comfort was there if he wanted it.

Eddie stayed in his trance for a few more minutes before a car drove past the restaurant, bouncing light through the window, causing Steve's ring to glint in his vision. That seemed to snap him out of it, Eddie all but throwing his hand into Steve's, gripping it tightly.

"Dan knows?" Eddie's voice shook with what sounded like disbelief. Steve, worrying he might burst into tears any second, started rubbing his thumb soothingly along Eddie’s knuckles.

Steve thought back to all the Daniel's he'd known in high school, couldn't think of a single one of them good enough for Eddie, and although King Steve wasn't good enough for Eddie either, at least he'd made the effort to become a better person.

A person who could maybe be good enough for someone like Eddie, with his resplendent smile and his inspirational laugh, his wondrous voice and wicked tongue. But clearly Dan hadn't bothered to grow, he'd stayed the same small town jumped-up dickhead that thought he was too good for the remarkable man in front of him.

More fool him! 

Dan's loss and hopefully, if he played his cards right, Steve's gain.

Steve brought his other hand up to join the first, so he was cradling Eddie's hand in both of his, trying to be as comforting as he could from across the table, but then Eddie had started to laugh, deep and brilliant and merry, as though it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

"Oh, ho, ho! I wish I could've seen his face! I wonder if Jason took a picture? We could get it framed! OH! Album cover!" Eddie was practically vibrating in his seat, Chrissy joining in with his raucous laughter.

Steve looked at Robin, she looked equally baffled, oh good it's not just me! 

As much as Steve wished he had a clue, it was nice to see how easily Chrissy matched Eddie's energy, bouncing up and down next to him, waving her arm frantically, "Oh, no, no, no! Stage backdrop!" she managed between peels of laughter, making Eddie laugh so hard he started banging the table with his free hand, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Chrissy looked across the booth, quickly catching his and Robin's confusion, sucking in a deep breath and jumping right into regaling them with stories of Eddie's early music career. Of Corroded Coffins' humble beginnings, practising in Jeff's garage and playing to disinterested patrons of their local bar. How they'd caught a break getting a regular gig in Indy, how they'd been discovered by a scout who just happened to be passing through. How they'd been on the edge of stardom, only for Eddie to have his dreams squashed with the promise of forever that never came to fruition, no matter how much Eddie conformed to Dan's every demand.

Steve listened in awe, Chrissy was an excellent storyteller and Eddie turned a beautiful shade of crimson whenever his best friend praised him, but Eddie's demeanour changed as the story became heartbreaking and all Steve could do was squeeze Eddie’s hand tighter; he knew what it was like to live with a dream squasher, someone who wanted to mould you into what they wanted you to be, instead of loving you for who you are. Not that he could understand how anyone would want to try to change Eddie, or how anyone could want to take anything away from him; or how anyone could see how happy his dreams made him and not want to do everything in their power to make them come true.

He could tell Robin was equally fascinated, but Vegas was clearly catching up with her, she was desperately trying to fight sleep, nodding off and shifting, staying awake for a few minutes to keep listening to Chris' stories but nodding off again. When Robin nearly face-planted her empty plate, Chrissy interrupted herself to suggest they head back to the hotel. 

Not that Robin wanted to leave their company, she whined and protested, but quickly settled as soon as Eddie suggested they all meet up in the evening to go to a concert. Steve didn't quite catch the name of the artist, but from the way Robin bounced on the balls of her feet, he could tell she was excited about them. Steve didn't care if they were going to see the Queen of England's attempt at a comedy gig, Rick Astley repeat Never Gonna Give You Up for two hours straight or an elderly man give a talk about growing tomatoes, he was just happy to be spending more time with them.

It was hot out on The Strip, the sun high in the sky, bathing them in light and making Eddie look almost ethereal as he walked quietly by Steve's side. Eddie wasn't looking at him like he had been when they'd set off to the restaurant, he was glancing around at all the sights of Vegas, so Steve felt free to really look. Even looking at Eddie's profile knocked the breath out of Steve like a smack to the chest, he was just so beautiful, Steve felt more like he was looking at a piece of art than a human being. 

Eddie’s hair wasn't just brown, in the sunlight Steve could see it was a mix of every colour, blondes and reds and browns all intermingled in his little ringlets. Neither were his eyes, they were speckled with gold and amber flecks that shone and sparkled as the light reflected from them. His pale skin was slowly turning pink in the midday heat, making a multitude of tiny scars on his face and neck shimmer. Steve wanted to kiss every one, he wanted to know the stories behind each mark, wanted to heal the past hurts with gentle caresses. 

How could anyone ever want to hurt you?

With that thought, Steve's mind couldn't help but wander to Eddie and Dan's relationship, he just couldn't get over how endlessly unfair it was that Eddie had had to go through a relationship like that. Being in love with someone who didn't love you back was terrible enough, but being with someone willing to manipulate you into giving up your dreams, into becoming a whole other person out of desperation to be a good partner then to have the nerve to publicly blame you for the demise of the relationship, was just horrific. 

Eddie didn't deserve that, he deserved someone willing to hang the moon and the stars for him.

And as much as a sick part of Steve understood the desire to want to keep Eddie all to himself, to keep his voice all for himself because when he thought back to the way Eddie had drawn him in without even making a true effort, Steve knew that if Eddie sang with intent the whole world would want a piece. But he supposed the difference was, he understood how selfish it would be to do that, to stand in Eddie's way of making his dreams come true, to not actively help him to actualize those dreams, to stop him from sharing his gifts with the world! 

Eddie drew him out of his musings by bumping his shoulder into Steve's, a warm, playful smile on his face that Steve couldn't help but respond to, gesturing behind them with his eyes. Eddie seemed delighted when Steve snuck a glance over his shoulder at Chrissy and Robin; they were holding hands, Robin, getting more drowsy with every step they took in the intense heat, was practically being held up by Chrissy, not that it had any effect on the dopey smiles they were directing at each other. 

"Adorable" Eddie mouthed when Steve's gaze flicked back to him, he couldn't help but agree, even if he did feel that little twinge of jealousy that the two of them could be so freely wrapped up in one another. Apart from when he was dating a girl, Steve never felt confident being openly affectionate in public, he always felt like it needed a big conversation about what the other person was comfortable with, and then he was accused of overthinking everything and making it weird.

He knew it was down to the way Billy had treated him and the thing was it made sense back in Hawkins but when they'd moved to Indy they lived in a safe part of town, he saw couples just being themselves all the time but the one time he accidentally grabbed Billy's hand during a thriller at the cinema, he'd acted like it was the end of the world, like Steve had doomed them somehow and when something so small causes your partner to temporarily move out it's bound to make you self-conscious.

Steve was glad when they arrived back at the hotel, he was fine in the sunshine, other than the time when he was fifteen and he'd fallen asleep in one of his sun loungers for eight or so hours, he never burned, but Eddie's cheeks already had a permanent pinkening and Robin may as well be a vampire she burned so easily, Chrissy had rosy cheeks now too, but he wasn't sure whether that was down to the sun or Robin's affection. 

The lobby air conditioning had perked Robin up like a slap to the face, she was back to chattering easily with Eddie, telling elaborate stories of her marching band days, waving not only her own hands about but Chrissy's too where she hadn't realised she hadn't let go, not that Chris seemed to mind. Steve couldn't help but smile at them, they were too cute; even Vickie eventually became tired of Robin's rambling, she’d learned ways to discreetly quieten her, but Robin noticed, of course she did, it was the reason for the first time he'd ever seen Robin cry, but Chris just seemed enchanted, it made Steve's heart happy.

Steve was trying to keep track of their conversation, but his brain was blanking, now they were back in the midst of the hotel he was suddenly uneasy, every second that ticked by, every step they took was one closer to having to part, but they couldn’t linger, it was check-in time so reception was manic with pushing and shoving and people vying for attention. Steve was glad when the lift dinged so they could be away from the hubbub, the doors sliding open like a welcoming embrace. 

Seeming to sense his change in mood, Eddie snuck his hand into the small of his back to guide him into the lift, immediately calming Steve; Robin noticed, falling silent halfway through her sentence to poke Steve hard in the ribs, smirking and mouthing, "adorable" at him. 

Steve let out a breathy laugh and blushed deeply, melting further when the doors slid closed and Eddie snaked his arms around Steve's waist, propping his chin on Steve's shoulder. It warmed his heart to have him so close, to think that maybe he was equally anxious to be apart. Eddie snapping out of his contemplation by laughing heartily when Robin looked at the two of them with feigned disgust, but it didn't take long for her to turn into an adorably blushing mess as soon as Chrissy did the same thing to her.

With two floors separating them, the foursome found it incredibly difficult to part from one another, Chrissy wouldn’t let go of Robin’s hand and Steve was leaning against the doors forcing them to stay open for as long as possible while they checked and double-checked and triple-checked the arrangements for meeting up later in the evening. It was only when an elderly couple wanted to use the elevator that Steve reluctantly let it go, he and Robin staring forlornly at the closed doors for several moments before sighing heavily and turning to head to their room.

Robin headed straight to the bathroom for a shower, muttering under her breath about everything being wet. What could he say? They’d had fun! He knew she didn't really care about the state of the bathroom from the amount of times she'd showered with the door open in her apartment so they could continue their conversation, she was just filling the space to ease him.

Steve flopped down on his unmade bed, sucking in a relaxing breath, thinking about how brilliantly fucked up his life had become, and half listening to Robin's grumbling, letting it soothe him. Then when he felt brave enough, he put the phone on speaker and let the messages play.

Beep. "My Little Bobbin, you forgot to call! Give us a ring before your mother has an aneurysm! We love you!" Beep.

Steve could hear Robin creasing up in the bathroom, he felt guilty that he'd forgotten to remind her but her parents knew her too well, they’d only start to really worry if they didn't hear anything after a couple of days but they’d know from the fact that they could leave a message that they'd checked in and now she'd been reminded Robin would call them back when she was done in the shower.

Beep. "Steve, honey, Dustin’s driving me insane, will you please remember to bring him that book he wanted? I can't remember the name. Earthshaker! call him, will you? he misses you. Okay, love you, bye." Beep.

Beep. "Steven. Darrrling. Having fun in Vegas? Dad's got you a lawyer all set up, so don't worry! Call us back so we can start proceedings." Beep.

Beep. "Steve, it's Hop. *sigh* Is that Steve? No, he's not there. Call me, we love you." Beep.

Beep. "Steve, honey, we saw your announcement. I'm glad you're having fun but maybe give Hop a call? El says he's pacing! Don't forget my book! Dustin! Have fun with your husband! Send our love to Bobby, bye!" Beep.

If there were more messages Steve didn't hear them, between Robin chattering over the sound of the shower and listening to the messages from his family, Steve nodded off with a contented smile plastered to his face.

Part 3

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[takalzuoom]

Hii It's my first time Requesting and if they're closed ignore! Could I request Octo Trio x Reader whose like Cala maria? Like when they're in the water they get really big

Okay okay okay, so this took a while to think about because I had no idea how to write it. Like at all.

And I even ended up watching markiplier’s cuphead gameplay because of it 🙈 and this also inspired my whale shark y/n scenarios! I hope I did these okay 🙇🏻

i hope you like it! and tysm for requesting 😻😻 mwah mwah

cw: cursing, link of raccoon being flung, they/them pronouns!

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬/𝐨

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥

He already knew you were gonna be something big- as you tower over himself and the twins.

And frankly, he was excited to find out

Okay, I can say for sure that his face turns SCARLET when he first sees your merform. That you're much, much larger than him that you could easily crush him without a second thought

👁👁

And since we know that Azul is bigger than the twins in water (unlike on land), he did feel a little… threatened

but since it's you it's okay 😻

But it's great for business!

I think that you’re that last resort for some… bothersome customers... like you won't even do anything but stare at them…

silently

🧍🏻

SIMP IN DISGUISE

I see him cuddling up to you in his octo form if there isn't an octo-pot available/near :(

Of course, you coddle your little boyfie :(( when he’s in a mood or just stressed you offer a big ol' hug and just listen to him rant

But he's Azul, and has insecurities- so he'll use this to scare potential ‘suitors’

He’ll feign sadness, have you scoop him up into your arms, and fucking SMIRKS at the other guy

DEFINITELY makes the decapitating motion while you're just like :) happily holding your scheming boyfriend

Mama Azul APPROVES she’s a big lady. Much bigger than Azul

And she just LOVES the fact that you're a whale shark/ Since you eat a lot she has you as the official taste tester! She values your opinion a lot, as she’ll be your mother in law in the very very near future 👁👁

Azul and his mom plan out the wedding in advance- like years in advance- like so in advance they're also planning your first year anniversary

Like- girly will evaluate your every move. Having a checklist and all as she makes sure you’re good for her baby zuzu (she adds 20 points just because you're a whale shark)

He has scary dog privileges

Like if someone gives him trouble over vacation- and before he can even threaten to wipe out their entire bloodline, you’ll just pop up behind him, red smeared on the corner of your lips as you tell them to ‘leave’

(It was his mom’s new jam recipe!)

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

Oh my god, it's spiderman! Spiderman! It’s spider-man!

Oh my god. Personal simp

Like okay, okay, okay.

You're tall, hot, and scary. What more could Floyd ask for in a partner??

When people hear about what kind of merperson you are, they run for the hills.

I mean, with those razor-sharp teeth, blank eyes, and looming presence, I wouldnt wanna be around a great white shark merfolk either.

Though you're not as tall as the other y/n’s, you’re still tall (great whites grow to be over 10 feet. Females are 15-21 and males are 11-13. )

But you fall on the scale of being around 22 feet in the water. And 6’3 on land!

When I tell you it was love at first sight for Floyd. I mean it. He would always drag you off (per your dismay) and bring you along with his shenanigans

Literally, the girl who’s like “oh y/n you're so funny😹😹😹” when you haven't even done anything

Kinda like an extrovert adopting an introvert since you're more prone to be alone. By choice of course, as that’s how you were raised in the sea.

Though I think sometimes Floyd will either respect it or just not give a shit

Like- I mostly see him hanging out with you. Maybe you're reading or just scrolling through your phone as Floyd sits there lazily talking about his day and how he annoyed the shit outta riddle

your occasionally inputs only egg him on

Y’all fucking bite the shit out of each other. 🧍🏻

LIKE OKAY LISTEN- after an impromptu make-out session he walked out looking like he was mauled by a bear

While you walked out looking like you barely managed to escape an axe murderer

Date people who’re willing to bite you 🤞

You play volleyball. And you’re fucking good at it.

I can imagine Floyd helping you practice. Like where your both peppering, but you're both just- spiking at each other.

(Mark my words I’m gonna make separate headcanons for him and his great white hottie)

But in water- he’s a fucking gnat. Like he’s swimming around you every which way as you're just cruising along

Will annoy the shit out of you.

Like you're not used to having this kind of company, especially in the water. But he loves it. Loves how he can scare people with just a mention of your name.

Loves the attention he gets as well.

Just everything about it he loves.

Except when he’s in a bad mood.

You’ll take your little Floyd, put him vertically on your back, and just swim.

But if he’s being especially pissy one day while he's on your back, sulking, you'll start spending up, your boyfriend slipping a bit as you’ll spy hop out of the water and fucking FLING HIM

LIKE HE GOES FLYING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE SPINNING IN THE AIR

AND THEN HE’LL JUST- COME BACK, BEGGING YOU TO DO IT AGAIN

More than once has he asked you to fling him on land so he can

1. Freak out his fellow students by playing zombie

2. Freak out his fellow students by pretending to be a fish out of water. Then attempting to drag them into the water when close enough

Everyone and their mother regrets bringing you two together.

*Floyd standing in front of the ocean*

“Hey babe”

*25” great white shark emerging from the water like the lost city of Atlantis

“Hey”

Someone has pissed themselves in your presence OUIBWERFHIGR

𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞

Ah yes, Jade and his Orca lover😁

😟

No

Oh god no

The WORST absolute combo

Between jade’s… charming personality, height, and teeth- and your mischievous behavior, large size, and (once again) sharp teeth

You're avoided like the plague

Sometimes, people feel like you're mixed up

“Shouldn’t Floyd be dating the orca while Jade dates the shark?”

You and Floyd's partner are like night and day. And you could understand why they would think that.

They’re more reserve, patient, and sometimes assertive. While you're more sociable, affectionate, and charming… you think they’re dead wrong

Cause, on one hand, you and Floyd tend to clash. Sometimes, while Floyd’s s/o and jade have one-sided conversations (or telepathic ones)

don't let them talk cause they'll plot world domination...

“hey orca- why do they keep looking at us like that”

“couldn’t tell me”

But overall, you love your boyfriend, and he loves you even more. You kind of remind him of his brother with all the hijacks you pull.

But when you're in water, oh my god- he falls in love all over again

You're a bully. Let’s get that straight, when you see another merfolk minding their own business, you both share a look and immediately- like with the snap of a finger, start harassing them.

AND YALL JUST GIGGLE, SWIMMING AWAY WHEN THEY THREATEN TO CALL THE COPS-

He loves your dynamic, loves how you value personal relationships and how much you care for your family

HAS met your family. Your two moms welcoming him with open… hands? It was kinda weird, 'cause you're all so much bigger than him that he couldn’t hug them without it seeming awkward.

WILL use your height in and out of water for his advantage.

I think he might be a little bitter about how you're so much taller than him, but that ends when he sees you struggling to do normal things

Like when you get stuck in the rocks underwater, not able to go to half shops since you can't even fit your arm through the door.

And even on land, you're constantly bumping your head on doors, getting suck in hallways, pouting at him to help you.

Like Floyd, he has recreated that moment. But in different fonts

Like okay- setting the scene

Imagine some customers are trying to give Jade a harsh time in the lounge. By this time Floyd dipped, Azul's in his office (said yall could handle it) and the other employees didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were in the lounge, trying to take a quick snooze before your shift. But accidentally eavesdropping on your boyfriend and his new 'friends'

And when Jade finally backed up against the glass, monkey grin stretched upon his face as he knocked on the glass saying ‘babe’

They were meant with a singular eye. First looking up, then snapping to them as they stood frozen in fear.

Jade, chuckling, slowly walked towards them as you you swam by giving them a preview of your body that never seemed to end…

Until it did

Bending down towards them, jade places a hand on two of their shoulders, the others watching the tank intently as Jade only whispered one thing.

“Run”

And before they even had the chance, you emerged from the water's surface. Water ran off your ink and snow-stained body, as you smiled eerily at them.

Before you could even open their mouth, they sprinted out the door, pants a little wet as they promised to never come here again.

There was a brief silence until you started laughing- cackling hysterically.

The employees and regulars joining in as they were used to this scenario.

Jade only chuckled, reaching up to caress your hand. Silently telling you how you did well.

“I didn’t even say anything” you huffed, picking at your ear. Jade was about to say something until a loud sigh was heard

“Really y/n?” Again?” Azul groaned, looking at the water stains around the tank.

You both shared a look, then shrugged. “It was the most efficient way to handle rowdy customers. Besides-” he gazed at you, who was bored out of your mind, leaning against the glass.

“Something tells me we won't have any problems for a long while”

I see him catching a ride on you. When you want to spy hop he’ll hold onto your dorsal fluke and just enjoy the view of the endless oceans and the setting horizon.

( curse you anon! I now making separate Jade and Floyd scenarios 👿) /lh

[catchyhuh]

You once told about crying, so let's talk about the happier scenario: LAUGHTER. We were shown them sharing it a lot in canon but maybe you have some additional thoughts? Who would have the most twisted, dark sense of humor? Or maybe the cringiest? Who would laugh his butt off while reading some stupid text on the birthday card on the local shop? Does any of them snort or hiccup while giggling? Are any of them ticklish on some unusual spot? Do they prank each other? And what do they do to actually cheer up the others? Those kind of headcanons!

oh my god. i want to hug you. you’re right we DO need to talk about this!! peace and love and joy on planet earth!!!! all of them laugh when they see a guy walk headfirst into a glass pane and only two of them sort of kind of feel bad about it

lupin:

it takes almost nothing to make lupin laugh. and he’s not even fucking with you either he just sincerely thinks THIS much is funny but he has more of a control over his giggles than people might assume. he CAN stop laughing but he knows its obnoxious to people so he DOESN’T 

he knows how to weaponize levity. like, he really does have more emotional maturity than people give him credit for (not that he’s GREAT about it, just better than people give him credit for!) and it’s been shown multiple times that he tries to use laughter to pull people out of their emotional pits of despair. he exaggerates his gestures, he makes weird faces, and since he’s already such an animated person you wouldn’t even realize it’s an intentional thing unless you really knew him

lupin arguably pulls pranks every day, but not on his gang. at least, not the standard kind. it turns out people with nightmarishly fast reflexes have um. pretty wild kneejerk reactions if you pop out from behind a corner to try to scare them! usually he just replaces unimportant items for the hell of it. sour cream in the yogurt tub. pens replaced with black straws. shit that’s annoying but never WILD. he saves that for the heists 

jigen:

jigen laughing is (like so many things) ENTIRELY dependent on his mood. if he’s grouchy it’s almost impossible to make him laugh, even if it’s something he normally finds hilarious, but if he’s easygoing on this particular day it’s not. i mean its a REASONABLE level. it’s reasonable. honestly a lot of it has to do with the person it’s coming from too so it’s like. there’s factors. there’s factors to what makes him laugh. and oddly enough none of it has to do with his sense of humor. although in THEORY he would be the pickiest. it’s not HIGHBROW good lord not highbrow humor by any means, but he’s like. unimpressed with absurdist meme humor. probably because so much WAY wackier shit happens to them organically every damn day BUT YOU KNOW HOW IT IS

jigen. is a very loud laugher, when he gets to that very sincere point. like if he’s outside checking the mail or whatever and you’re standing in a bedroom upstairs on the opposite side of the house, and he sees a squirrel fall out of a tree flailing wildly before it just lands on its feet, blinking in confusion… you’ll know. you’ll know he saw that. and so will any house that happens to be in a 1 mile radius of the hideout. full lung capacity, clutching his stomach, pointing and everything. 

fujiko:

it is not impossible to get fujiko to laugh. difficult, but not impossible. especially because she’ll just do that laugh that indicates “that was funny/entertaining” but doesn’t actually like. turn into real laughter.  but fujiko sincerely, fully breaking into a laughing fit is like a haley’s comet level rare, beautiful event in nature. i know i said she never CRY cries but her eyes water up almost immediately the minute she starts laughing laughing, and her face gets all red and streaky. it’s exceedingly undignified. it’s so great

fujiko does admittedly find things funny the most in a like. objective sense. she’ll watch a movie and grin and be like “that was funny” and it’s like. ok then why aren’t you laughing? SHE JUST HAS A HIGHER COMEDY TOLERANCE. it’s not even one of those things she’s trained herself on. it’s just. being around these idiots for so long she has come to realize if she actually did start cracking up every time one of them did something stupid, intentional or not, she would have fractured a rib by now, and that’s just not super ideal for anybody really,

tied with jigen for the darkest sense of humor, easily. of course, again, unlike jigen, she won’t immediately start losing it, but her eyes will widen with this like flash of humor and she’ll just kind of smile tightly because she KNOWS she shouldn’t laugh at generic dead baby joke number 482938 but unlike jigen she cares at least a little about not seeming like a total ass. just a lil.

goemon:

less giggly than lupin, more giggly than jigen. goemon’s sense of humor is kind of hard to pinpoint, even for him. it could be something as simple as someone deliberately mispronouncing a word that gets his smile all twisted up, it could be a stupid pun, but he INSISTS he does NOT find others getting hurt funny. he insists. and then when lupin actually trips and eats shit and jigen immediately bursts out laughing goemon turns his head away like No No No it's not funny i will not laugh. i won’t BUT IT’S TOO LATE. WE’VE ALREADY LOST HIM. not above finding others’ misfortune funny in other ways though, he just (says) bodily harm isn’t funny. someone trying to step out of the rain and getting an entire awning’s worth of water dumped on them though, he will admit that shit is funny as hell

when goemon really REALLY starts laughing like, uncontrollably, can’t stop laughing, he just stops making noise. but he hates how stupid he must look with his mouth hanging open and no sound coming out, so he tucks his chin and halfway tries to cover his face, his shoulders just shaking the whole time. of course it takes a lot to get to that point like a LOT lot, so it’s amazing he’s as concerned about it as he is

zenigata:

zenigata WANTS to be like jigen in the “this is serious i'm mad at you. stop giggling” sense but he’s. not as sturdy in that department. he like draws his mouth super tight to stop from smiling and he’s like “this is not funny. stop. stop it. ITS NOT F--” and then he puts his head in his hands to try to stop laughing but it’s too late the dam has already broken

like with crying, he doesn’t ever really feel the need to stop himself from laughing outside of I’M SERIOUS CUT IT OUT type situations. like he gets giggly just when he’s in a good mood and nothing funny has even happened yet. and like with literally everything with him he’s loud. very loud. almost anything can get him to laugh, nothing is too stupid or juvenile despite what he insists. also sometimes laughs when he’s nervous, and it’s like, the only time he’s at a semi-average volume doing it. because he’s fearing for his life. it happens.

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairings: Elriel, Feysand, Nessian Rating: E Tags: Bodyguard x Celebrity AU, Tattoos, Social Media, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Light BDSM Word Count: 2.1k Summary: Elain Archeron used to be the world's darling, a sweet, wholesome pop superstar with millions of best friends. Her star never seemed to stop rising… Until a slighted ex leaked a video of Elain slut-shaming another singer. Now, she's launching a comeback album to tell her side of the story, and she knows her bodyguard will do everything in his power to ensure she's never hurt like that again. ---- Find more on my masterlist or read this fic on AO3!

Azriel Shadowsinger went running the second the text notification dinged his phone, the piercing chirp alerting him that Rhys was sending it from his work phone. He didn’t even read the message until he was already out the door of the basement gym where he’d been pummeling a punching bag and halfway up the stairs.

Rhysand (11:42 PM): Get to Elain. Now.

His heart dropped.

After seven years as Elain Archeron’s bodyguard, Azriel thought he had seen it all: hysterical teenage girls sobbing en masse and clutching Elain during meet-and-greets, overzealous paparazzi who tried to sneak into her car with her to capture a photograph unawares, the same five or six people who lingered out on the street every morning and night hoping to get a glimpse of what she wore each day—even internet freaks determined to cut a lock of her hair to sell for a premium on eBay.

Hell, there had been more than one stalker who believed Elain was madly in love with them and sending secret messages through her music to come take her away.

But nothing had ever scared him as much as Rhys's text. As a rule, Rhys didn’t text from his work phone; he pinned locations and shared travel details and spammed Azriel with emails, but never texted. He preferred to call, to be on the line listening and watching if anything happened when he wasn’t around.

Azriel (11:43 PM): OMW

Rhysand (11:43 PM): Report when you have eyes on her.

Shit. 

Azriel supposed he was lucky that he had been in the basement of Elain’s townhouse, that he’d been the one to take the night shift and the spare bedroom she kept aside for him. But luck was relative, and if Rhys’s messages were any indication…

He took stock of the house as he ran; a look at the app on his phone showed that no alarms had been triggered, no movement was detected by the cameras around the house, and he couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary—no unfamiliar voices, no screaming, no sounds of a struggle.

He made it to the top floor in record time, practically flying onto the landing and to the door at the end of the hall where he knew Elain would be at this hour. A shock of adrenaline rushed into his veins as he threw it open, clearing his mind and bracing for a fight, and—

Nothing.

No stalkers, no peeping toms, no shrieking fans.

Only Elain, curled into a tiny ball on her massive four-poster bed and sobbing wretchedly.

He froze. 

“…Elain?”

“Oh my God,” Elain moaned into her pillow, pulling her legs impossibly closer to her chest. “Oh my God.”

Azriel’s phone buzzed with a message—Cassian (11:44 PM): OMW ETA 15 min—and he shot off a quick text to Rhys as he took a tentative step into Elain’s room, the private space she guarded so zealously that he’d had to teach her older sister Nesta how to check the window locks for tampering and set up the camera overlooking the fire escape.

Azriel (11:45 PM): Got her.

Elain turned away from him, sniffling and gasping for air in a way that pulled his heartstrings so taut that he imagined they might snap.

“Elain?” he asked again as she burrowed beneath her thick duvet and dragged a pillow over her head, as if she wanted to disappear.

The sight of it was so painful that it was an effort to keep his arms at his sides, not to encroach on her space and scoop her up in his arms the way he longed to. To hold her shivering, quaking body until she could breathe easier. 

He double checked the thread with Rhys, desperate for some sort of context, but Rhys hadn’t messaged back.  

“Are you alright?”

What a stupid question. But Elain had turned him into a grasping, hopeless idiot the moment they met in Rhys’s office all those years ago, and it seemed that the effect she had on him was only magnified when she was crying like the world was about to end.

Elain didn’t answer anyway, and Azriel flexed his hands beneath the boxing wraps he’d woven between his fingers earlier in the evening. A better question then, one to actually help him assess the situation. “What happened?”

Another muffled sob sounded, and then Elain’s hand appeared in the gap between the covers and the pillow, wordlessly holding her phone out to him. 

Azriel shoved down his hesitation, his eyes scanning her plushly carpeted room as he ventured deeper inside. It was all heady jasmine perfume, lush houseplants with trailing vines, and soft, embroidered fabrics—no threats. No blood.

He was struck by the softness of the space she’d cultivated for herself. He navigated it carefully, stepping over the battered keyboard and creased notebooks littering the floor, so as not to leave a mark as he moved to her bedside. 

Her bedside, the setting of so many of his illicit fantasies, though he could hardly remember a single one as he took stock of Elain’s trembling hand and the gasping breaths she was taking beneath the pillow.

He hummed, low and hopefully reassuring. “What do you want to show me?”

Elain sniffled again. On her phone, her lovely face stared back at Azriel in miniature, a video attached to a Tweet posted by what was clearly a throwaway account. With a single finger tipped with pink polish, she pressed play.

The footage was blurry, panning over a dark mass of bodies lit up in flashing neon, and music blared in the background. The camera swooped dizzily, and then Elain was in the shot, leaning over a table toward whoever was filming her in a darkened booth. It was a perfect shot down her glittery top, revealing the smooth expanse of her from breastbone to bellybutton, only interrupted—thank fuck—by the cups of her bra. 

Nevertheless, Azriel’s jaw clenched, and he had to work to control his breathing in a way that had nothing to do with running up four flights of stairs. It was obvious what the person filming was trying to capture. 

Obvious and fucking deplorable.

Elain blinked at the camera once, slowly and languidly in the way that meant she was truly sloshed, and tilted her head. The lights flashed, highlighting the short, bleached bob she’d had two years ago with streaks of deep blue, and she smiled shyly as a bit of her own voice echoed through a dance remix, burying her face in her hands.

The position hid her body behind her arms and, bored, the camera swung back out toward the throbbing, writhing crowd of clubgoers.

“And— and Cresseida…” She said off-camera, continuing whatever conversation she’d been having. Her tinny, drunken laugh followed the name. “She’s, like, such a slut!” 

Azriel stilled. Beneath the pillow, Elain moaned again.

Then Elain reappeared on screen, fuzzy and overexposed, and she gave her audience a serious look as she said, “No, it’s a serious problem. It’ll ruin her career.”

The video ended, and Elain’s hand snaked back under the duvet as it looped.

And Azriel didn’t know what to say. How to comfort her. The video, her words, were so at odds with the girl he knew—the one who curated personalized thank you baskets for the gentler music critics, who spent months collecting odds and ends that reminded her of specific fans to send as gifts during Christmas, who had welcomed him into the Elain Archeron fold with open arms and a room of his own in each of her houses. Who frowned and switched the channel whenever the milquetoast love interest in her Hallmark movies was too mean to Lacey Chabert.

But…

But.

This was the same woman who’d thoroughly ruined the career of her ex in just three minutes and thirty six seconds. As a punishment for cheating on Elain, Graysen had been destroyed, his contracts for upcoming films going up in flames as his brand shifted from suave charmer to untrustworthy, douchebag manipulator the night Elain released her latest album.

The song was a heartbroken, melancholy thing, but Azriel knew how Elain sometimes had to hide a grin when she sang certain lines now that the worst of her heartache had passed. How she never once spoke Graysen’s name, not to prying interviewers and not in the privacy of her own home, but giggled when she was invited to premieres of the movies he should have starred in.

“She’s, like, such a slut!” 

Azriel winced.

“I didn’t say that,” Elain whispered forlornly, her voice breaking. “I didn’t say it like that.”

…Christ. Of course she hadn’t. Cheating exes were fair game, but another woman? A fellow singer who had been nothing but friendly to Elain? Elain would sooner fall on her own sword than turn it on Cresseida.

“It— It’s doctored. Faked.” Her phone went silent, and Elain dissolved into more tears. “And they hate me. They all hate me. Look—”

Her phone appeared again, this time opened to her own Instagram, and she clicked through the photos one by one.

And cool, deadly wrath iced Azriel’s veins. 

Beneath every photo, hundreds—thousands—of little, accusatory cartoon eyes stared out. Between the emojis, vitriol stained the comments sections black, and he tracked each one: Petty bitch. Liar. Whore. Slut-shamer. 

Each one would be a shot through the heart for Elain.

And her fans, the few that appeared to remain, barely cut through the noise. Azriel sighed through his nose as he noted them, because there was nothing kind in their comments anyway. Only impatient, disappointed demands.

@elainarcheron please say something?!?

Come on @elainarcheron cut the cutesy shit and be real for once I’m trying to defend you here

WHERE IS NESTA YOU NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS PR GIRLIE @ladydeath @elainarcheron

“Where are your sisters?” he asked, gently as he could. They needed Feyre and Nesta—Cassian was on his way to help Azriel, but Elain needed Feyre and Nesta. 

Feyre to distract her from the mess while Nesta fucking eviscerated the monsters dogpiling onto her little sister and figured out who posted the video—and sent that information to their legal team so Nuala and Cerridwen got a chance to pick through the gore she left behind and file the appropriate lawsuits. 

“On a plane,” she told him miserably, and it was such a weak, pathetic sound that Azriel did reach out, daring to brush his scarred fingertips over the soft, unblemished skin of Elain’s hand. He lifted the phone out of it, turned the damn thing off, and set it on the bedside table.

He pulled his own from his pocket and shot off a message.

Azriel (11:56 PM): If anyone needs Elain, text me. Her phone is out of commission.

Rhysand (11:57 PM): Suspected as much. Monitoring the situation with N&C.

Azriel (11:57 PM): Good. Sisters?

Rhysand (11:58 PM): Flying home from Adriata. Feyre is frantic. She saw the video and called me from the runway when Elain didn’t respond. I texted you when I got no response also. Flight lands at 1 – I’ll have a car bring them there.

“Nuala and Cerridwen are on it. Feyre and Nesta are coming, too,” he told her. When he looked up, a red nose and bloodshot eyes were peering out from the pillow. 

“How long?”

“Not until one. Maybe two.”

The sliver of Elain’s expression that he could see crumpled, and Azriel stopped resisting. He offered her his hand. She took it, grasped it like a lifeline, and pulled.

He could do nothing but follow. 

She scooted backward, dragging her nest of pillows and blankets with her, and patted the bed once in silent permission.

Azriel stared at the spot she’d patted, at the floral sheets and delicate hands that haunted his dreams. 

“Elain…”

“Az,” she begged, and the last of his restraint snapped.

He took the spot in her bed. He didn’t dare to lay down beside her, choosing instead to sit and lean back against her headboard. Elain didn’t seem to notice, or care.

She simply shifted her pillow and laid her head on his thigh instead, one of her hands clutching at the sweatpants covering his knee. Azriel focused on his breathing, knowing he was going to hell for the things he was thinking beneath the steady thread of worry for her, but settled a hand on her back between her shoulder blades anyway, where the worst of her still-gasping breaths rocked her. 

When she looked up at him, there was no sign of the polished celebrity. No makeup on her pretty, tear-swollen face, her famously golden hair in a messy, unbrushed tangle atop her head, oversized flannel pajamas pants—his oversized flannel pajamas, he realized with a warm surge of affection—drowning her figure.

She was just Elain, a heartsick girl with two hundred million best friends who had all turned on her tonight.

Just Elain, the woman he loved.

Azriel lifted a corner of her blanket and wiped away the tears.

---

As you may know, this fic is a multimedia extravaganza. For edits of the characters' social media, posts, magazine spreads, album artwork, and more, check out the Hindsight tag on my blog!

[justagalwhowrites]

Bestieeeeee! "Halcyon's" new chapter was so angsty! Beautiful, lovely and so well written as your writing always is, but so angsty! Why do they not tell each other plainly, why are they hurting? I know there wouldn't be a story in that case, but it would have solved so much heartache. I'm a bit scared, thinking of how the conversation will go when this comes up and in which circumstances will come up now that they have met again. Part of me thinks that when it all unravels, I might want to kick them a bit because I feel it's all the result of a big, silly misunderstanding, but who knows? You always keep surprising me. So, I know that in the remote case, I'm somehow munching on something that will happen; I know it will come surprisingly. Thanks for the lovely chapter!

By the way, what's this post about asking if Anna is the Anna? I had to look it up on Google, but MINDBLOWING! You're the best! Thanks! Love you!😘😘😘

AHHH HI BESTIE!

I knowwww this chapter was a heavy one. Possibly the heaviest of the whole fic. Definitely pretty high up there!

I will say, I do feel a little odd building out a fic around this concept - where both of them are suffering in part because of something they could TALK about and possibly fix it. I generally dislike that as a major plot driver when the story is between adults because I like my adult characters to behave like adults and adults generally talk shit out before too long. Or they cut their losses and move on. I'm using it here for a few reasons. The main one being, when the initial hurt happened, they were kids. They didn't have the communication skills they have now and they were navigating some big shit for the first time (Goldie was a virgin, Joel knew that. What Goldie didn't know was that Joel was a virgin, too. He'd never lied to her about it, she'd just assumed that he was sleeping with the girls he went out with and he never bothered to correct her, believing that she thought he was cooler and a better prospect because he was able to land these other girls.) They didn't know how to navigate the intimacies of a sexual relationship let alone one with someone your life is already so intertwined with. The second reason is that, at this point, that wound is really well scabbed over and both of them would rather tiptoe around something they feel they've recovered from as individuals than rip into that hurt and damage themselves and this delicate new relationship they've found themselves in with each other. There will come a point, of course, where we do find out exactly what happened that drove Goldie away (and TBH I'm not sure I would have reacted differently when I was 18) and why she's so afraid of being hurt like that again. Joel, of course, is just terrified that she'll take off again. He just got her back and, while he desperately wants answers, he's not going to push her for it. For the moment, he's just happy to be close to her again. I think he internalized her as "the one that got away" a long time ago and he'd much rather have little bits of her than nothing at all. If pushing her for answers pushes her away, he's going to avoid it. I doubt this will come as a surprise but I have a plan for exactly how this happens and how it plays out lol and I'm really REALLY excited for it!

And AHHHHH YES ANNA!! Her name as cropped up almost every chapter and I've been sitting here, anxiously waiting for someone to be like "wait... ANNA????" LMFAO. There's a reason she's there and that reason will become apparent soon, I promise.

Thanks so much for reading and sending such lovely, thoughtful asks!!! Your notes always make me smile, I get so excited when I see your name pop into my alerts so thank you thank you thank you for that. It's so appreciated!

Love you, Bestie!!

[tanchyjuj]

The Adventures of a Teenager BLA BLA BLA

Let's give it a shorter name, shall we?

Teenager in the Pizzaplex!

ALL PLATONIC

(You know the rules, and so do I. This is very short and dialogue heavy, and not very comedic like the others, so enjoy. Description of death and existential crisis warning. )

Weird Ass Dreams-

Two weeks after that incident, you have fully decided that you never go into the lower levels the the Pizzaplex every again. Not even touching the damn "Do Not Enter" signs. Hell naw, aint touching that shit. Naw naw naw.

Ain't risking your life in becoming the main character of a damn horror movie.

And believe it or not, your sleep schedule has been slowly, very very slowly getting better. Thanks to Moon.

After a long day of handling musty and loud children. Moon makes you take a nap, sleep, lie down, either way you must have your two damn eyeballs see the darkness.

When you awake at the time when you're supposed to be in the middle of sleep. The first thing you whisper was.

"what the hell was that..." Because you just dreamt of something, WEIRD.

Your brain can be questionable sometimes, but damn boy the fuck was that.

"What is it?" You almost shit your pants when that voice suddenly popped up beside you, not realizing you've been staring at the ceiling. Ceiling must be scared rn.

"Some weird dream."

"Oh?" You see Moon sit down beside you. "You're supposed to be fast asleep by now, off to the land of nod. But oh well, it wouldn't hurt me that you tell a story of what you have dreamt."

You chuckle, Moon talks like some old grandpa reading a storybook sometimes.

"Uhhh, where should I start, damn." You ignore the quiet language from Moon.

"What do you remember first?"

"Wellll, Sun and I were like. Washing some dishes. Then after a while, you appeared outside of the window, but you were like, super super tiny."

"Why was I so tiny? Do you see me as a small, weak, little creature?"

"Naw naw because you had a gun."

You started quietly laughing at Moon's confused face.

"And like, I don't know! You were aiming it at Sun's head and we freaked out!"

"Well, that's something that isn't out of the ordinary- I'm joking I'm joking-"

You snickered when you see Moon and Sun fighting each other internally.

"Then you broke in, the gun fell and it was, fake?"

"Well that's disappointing- Sun they aren't a kid they just act like one you just gotta remember that- oh my gosh-"

"Then suddenly, the scene changed and like, I don't know, the place looked like it was some, 'Backrooms' thing I don't know."

Moon looked confused. He closed his eyes. You stared at him, waiting for another response.

"Well, that's just, creative, I supposed." Moon opened his eyes again.

"Did you just Google search in your head?"

"Yes, it is useful when we want to search up slangs for the slightly older children."

"Ohhhh." You yawned.

"Then like, I saw a lady, someone I've never met before in my life. Pour buckets of, toxic chemicals into a pool. She suddenly had chains and those metal balls attach to her ankles."

....

"Then she proceeded to commit and jump into the pool." Your rubbed both of your eyes with your hands. "I don't know why I dreamt of that."

Moon sighed, and patted your arm.

"The human brain can be, strange." He said.

"It's weird."

"Yes, weird."

"Do you ever think of an exciting event? Then you think of the future you after the event? Then the event ends and you thought about past you, thinking about the present you?" You rambled.

Both Moon and Sun tried to process that.

"Like, I think of me, old, lying on my death bed. Thinking that I will experience that one day. And I keep on thinking of that, and one day I would remember my past self thinking about this. And just every single day I wake up, I realize that I'm getting closer to entering big chapter of my life. And..."

You yawned again.

"I don't think I'm ready for that. I don't know. When I was still younger, I was too nervous to ask a question to one of the staff members, now I'm one of them. Damn. It feels like I'm just wasting my time and every fun thing will surely end.."

...

"Well, in the end, those fun things will be a memory that you keep." Moon brushed your hair. "Your life.. Is a journey, and journeys will end. You don't have to write a story that everyone in the world will remember, you just do it for yourself."

You yawned again.

"And we'll be there, making your life a bit more fun."

"Even if I act like a child sometimes, hehe."

Moon chuckled.

"Well, you're not wrong."

"Hey! Mean."

"But but, you're different. You're someone Sun and I can talk to."

Moon smiled softly. "Go to sleep, I need to patrol. I'll wake you up when you need to."

You lazily give Moon a thumbs up. "Good night, Insomnia Destroyer.."

Moon grumbled, he forgot you gave him that nickname.

"Goodnight, Starlight."

FINISH

Fun fact, those dreams are inspired by my many dreams (remove sun and moon ofc) and my friends' dreams :)

[old-world-bird]

Hi! Just wanted to pop in and say I love love LOVE the Slavic-Ness of the outfits you gave the CoS characters!! And I read what you wrote about your campaign and may I ask about Rahadin in your campaign? The holy symbol got me all 👀 because it's so different from the Rahadin in the CoS I'm playing vydhvf And what's your party's motivation for like the endgame? Since strahd is an ok-ish ruler and not after Tatyana, what's their take on what to do with him? :0

First of all, thank you, and I'm SO SORRY it took me an eternity to grab my shit together to answer this. Longpost under the cut, be careful, for it may not make any sense. And the spoiler alert, of course.

Ok, so, Strahd goes first.

The main reason he became so OK-ish and social actually was the request from the players. They wanted more social encounters, including ones with BBEG. And their motivation for the endgame was, basically, our priest's UNCONTROLLABLE URGE TO THERAPY ALL GODDAMN BAROVIA. You see, our Strahd still was a fucked-up depressed old man with a curse. And grief. And loss. And bitter resentment. And complicated Tatyana's situation.

The funny thing is that at first everyone (including Barovia people) thought he loved Tatyana, as the book claims. Although it did the less and less sense with every plot twist. Strahd still did all this "I'll send wolves and undead to scare you to death" thing to Ireena, so she decided to leave the village. He sent Nadežda (Anastrassya) to check the party in Vallaki and scare the hell out of them. Nadja did that in the shittiest way possible, but that's not the current point :D

And so the party with both Kolyanov went to Krezk. Remember that scene with the lake where Sergei simply appears and takes Ireena away? And RAW Strahd is like "NooOOOOoooOOOoooOOOooooo, how could that happen?????"? It made absolutely no sense to me. I mean, you claim yourself a Land, and then you just let this shit happen. You didn't know Sergei was here all this time? You didn't know that Tatyana-Ireena is going to Krezk??? C'mon, man, you are smarter than that. And please don’t tell me that sending wolves and scaring her dad to death is a way of flirting.

So, our Strahd wanted Ireena to leave the village. He wanted her to go to Krezk. And he wanted her to meet Sergei. He wasn't after Tatyana. He hated her. And the moment Sergei appeared, he shot both of them with that lightning. It didn't kill Sergei. It didn't kill Tatyana - just Ireena. Both of them will be back eventually, but at least he can rest from their existence for now.

And that's how we got the original Tatyana in the party btw :D

So, the party wanted to help Tatyana because Strahd just kept killing her in different ways, which is absolutely unfair. They also wanted to help the Martikov family, since Lysaga torturing their raven friends and relatives was still a thing in our game. In fact, it became even worse. They also wanted to help the whole land of Barovia. Well, the priest wanted, and others had no choice rather than stick with him, lol.

But there were a couple of problems. First of all, Strahd had a point. A terrible, gruesome, fueled with years of hate, yet it was a point. Secondly, and most importantly, he is a goddamn g o d of this land. What the point in having some fancy sword against the G O D. Btw that was purely the party's thought, that’s not me, I swear, I just forced Ezm to say that out loud.

So, basically, yes, the party's motivation was to help everyone, including the old depressed man. They also didn't want to fight him, mostly because he seemed to be way too powerful, lol (the priest wanted to help him escape from this hell of hate and grief genuinely). And then came Patrina and the party figured out a compromise solution with her, but another problem occurred: not everyone was happy to see her back. Including Rahadin.

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Rahadin... Rahadin is a mess. Perhaps an even bigger mess than Strahd. His whole life was basically a bunch of not-bad-but-not-the-best-but-still-terrible decisions.

(okay, now this part might be the messiest since I’m extremely bad with things like thinking through the political system and related stuff, and also I’m bad with writing characters and their motivations and shit) He was on knives with - let’s call it a council. At this point I don’t remember anymore which part of his backstory was RAW and which was homebrewed, so I’ll mention briefly that there was some kind of a councilship, where they discussed vital topics, voted, etc - democracy at its finest (except there was a shitload of problems, starting with the cast system, ending with the vanity and pride of every memeber). He got there because he was a good warrior and his father was one of the elvish generals. Patrina was there, too, as my beloved Mary Sue one of the brightest wizards.

It seemed quite obvious to him, that they can’t win the war against the Zarovich army. He prayed to Sehanine - she never answered. Priests said that she approves the decision of the council. Which was fighting against invaders. He never believed that. And then there was an epic battle, blah-blah-blah, elves lost, Rahadin survived, was brought to Zarovich camp, Strahd offered him a deal.

Rahadin betrayed dusk elves, giving Strahd the crucial information in exchange for the lives of civilians. Strahd kept his word. Rahadin became an outcast, but at least he saved these lives? Right? They now live in some sort of reservation, and well-being is obviously not as well anymore, but things could be worse, and at least they can be gradually repaired. Right?

N o p e

Here comes Johny Patrina, and things completely go out of control.

I will not spend much of your time here, the point is that Rahadin came out sliiiiiiiiiightly more pathetic than I expected him to be. He wanted to do the right thing, but it kept turning worse, and he kept praying to Sehanine because he himself never had an attitude to stop this growing snowball of troubles. The irony is that the only woman to come and do something was Patrina. Her voice was decisive when the council declared the war, she lead Strahd to the Amber Temple, and her caused-by-her-stupidity death lead to the genocide of those who survived the war. So he hated her, blamed her for everything bad that happened. Her, the council, other elves, Sergei, Tatyana... And himself.

At the end of the day, this hate towards everyone (fueled with those dead screams of his kind) led to complete burn-out and apathy. He stopped praying Sehanine. She never answered nor helped anyway. He lost any point in anything, and basically just continued to exist, indifferently following orders, wandering through Barovia and waiting for its end. He still kept the symbol tho. He couldn’t explain, why, but nobody asked, so whatever. Maybe he still had that tiny glint of hope?

And the only woman to come was

Patrina.

And oh boy, that was intense.

p.s. Fun-fact to make this post even worse: Rahadin proposed to Patrina long before war, mostly because “man, you’re 250+ already, you need to marry someone, here is a good and perspecrtive option”. She denied him, because she is a bitch.

[creepybaesment]

Alright because I have to go back to sleep I'm posting my best written bits of my story. cussing ensues because burnt bastard. Also talk of depression and thoughts of death, so read with warning. oh yes and demeaning and dehumanizing things said along with a slur, abuse menton as well. I do not support the harm of people or the people who say these things. I write because that's how I feel I'll reach people the best so we have less of those people in our world.

I am not fluent in Korean so I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm using a translator, not google translate, and I make sure to change it back to english to make sure it makes sense. sorry it's long.

A smile graces my lips as I see people gawking, at the buildings, and train lines. Everything here looks different to them- it looks like home.

“안녕하세요 히어로즈 커미션 스쿨과 함께 하시나요?” The teacher turns around, to be greeted with an hero from here, if I remember right his hero name’s 구리. The teacher pulls out a phone, I walk up before he uses informal greetings,

“안녕하세요 학교와 함께합니다. 만나서 반갑습니다 쿠퍼씨,” I hope my mother tongue isn’t too rusty, as I bow politely. 

“청년 만나서 반갑습니다. 내가 당신을 알고 있습니까?” Oh I seem to forget I’m a clone of my mother. Heh it’s been that long.

“예, 당신은 우리 어머니와 함께 일합니다, 나는 그녀의 장남입니다”

“달빛의 자유?” he asks, Dalbich-ui Jayu, I can’t honestly remember the last time someone’s called me by my proper name. It feels so right, so gentle, like being in my mothers arms again, her voice weaving me into sleep. I can feel the smile of euphoria on my face as I say

“그래, 그래 난,” A smile shows on ˈKäpər’s face.

“네 엄마가 널 그리워했어, 아들아,” it feels nice to be called son by someone who's never hurt me.  

“나도 그녀가 그리웠어 그녀는 그녀인가?” I ask. 

“그녀는 될 것입니다 그동안 그들은 우리 언어를 알고 있습니까?” ˈKäpər asks.

“No, none at all,” I smile, I can feel Falk and Shant inching closer to me. 

“Ah that’s too bad my english is lacing,” ˈKäpər’s voice is heavy with accent, and tired boredom at the americans. It’s funny no one would ever dare talk like this to the commissions hero teachers and heroes and training, we were meant to be the best in slot are we not? There’s a hushed laugh from somewhere above. The smile on my face grows bigger. The teacher turns around, red angry.

“I will not be made a fool of Tannafinn, get right here right now, I don’t care if you're Korean or some shit, it’s informal and rude to interrupt your elder and teacher.” 

Mood swings aren’t uncommon for me, in fact they’re more than common. It's a day to day chore of making sure to not go manic while not getting myself so down I want to kill myself. So when I’m suddenly spitting in at rage my teacher, it doesn’t surprise anyone, not even ˈKäpər. He knew me when I was like seven. I was probably so much worse. I remember I was snarky, snappy, salty, and sarcastic, I can practically feel the migraine my mother always had with me around. I mean I am still those things but I’m not giving my mother the migraine anymore I’m giving it to myself.

“Well I’m sorry if I took the time out of my day to properly introduce the commission to Korea’s number two,” I snarl out, trying with all the best of my willpower to not slap him in the face. Rose, the teacher, looks at me with disgust.

“No wonder they call you a porcelain whore,” he waved his hand off. “your all looks and no bones, easy to break, useless other than for praise.” The fast suck of heat under my skin is burning, quite literally. Fire comes with every exhale I take, every fiber in my body wants him to burn alive, but that won’t sit well. I exhale again, trying to not let impulses take over common sense, it’s not going to work much longer, and Rose wants me to snap so he can prove himself right and so he could punish me, without it looking weird, he’d better be damn happy he’s rich. 

“Oh so you’re the Rose bastard, get out of here ass-hat, let us teach the kids that's what you drop ‘em off for right?” Her voice is stern, and hard, but oh god it’s home and pure happiness. Rose scuttles off scared. She lands down, and pop’s her nucleus.

“So you're the American hero traineses? You all look like a breeze could blow you across the city,” She’s well built, short and a bit stocky. Her hair has pure white streaks but a mostly dark blonde-brown red. Her smile’s wry and strong. 

“Well hello, nice to meet you. I'm Valerian, the top ranked hero in Korea and Third world wide,” I love her smile. I could see some of mine in it too, like she had given her smile to me. 

“That’s only on popularity rankings right your so short you can be that good of a hero” Her smile gets more wry. 

“You’re wrong kid, here in Korea, we don’t do polls by popularity, or salary, it’s pure raw numbers of how many we’ve saved, same for the world rankings” Blare the boy who had said that looked dumbfounded that a woman stood up to him, yeah he’s the class bully if you couldn’t tell. 

“You seem smug,” Falk pointed out.

“Oh I’m oh so very smug right now” I hear Shant talking with ˈKäpər. A few sidekicks come up and start the god forbid tour. I hate tours, the feeling gets worse when I’ve lived in the place before. I sigh a bit too hard. I double down coughing. I’m acutely aware of how everything is spinning, and I can feel more than taste the blood coming up past my lungs. I can hear people mildly panicking around me, it’s on deaf ears, I can only make out the sound of my own coughing. A few minutes later I find myself sitting on the cleared out road with, my mother, Shant, Falk and ˈKäpər checking if I’m okay. I spit out the last bit of blood coming up for now.

“엄마,” tears spark in her eyes, and she smiles, her hand reaches out and presses on the burned side of my cheek. I lean into the comfort. I dimly note that in the past at least eight years, I’ve been the one cupping someone else’s face and letting them lean on me. 

“엄마 나 또 몇살이야?” 

“열일곱” her smile’s dim and sad, and how can it not be, I’ve got less than four years of life left in my damn body. I lean into her further, breaking into a hug.

“엄마 빨리 못와서 미안해” I cry a little, it really hurts. I wish I had more time, I’ve always wished I had more time. I’m not living past twenty one, if I even make it there. It hurts me that I want to stay here and get those surgeries that will fix me a little so I can have more time. 

I want more time. More time to be loved. More time to give love. I want to be human again. I want more time so I can see all my siblings graduate and the smiles on their faces. 

I want more time to see my mom live and go. I want more time so that she doesn’t have to spend her last years in the morning. I want more time from the world to help fix it. I want more time. 

I want more time to be with Shnat seeing his eyes light up with joy. I want more time to see his face when he’s crying, I want more time to see wrinkles grow in his hands. I want more time to see his hair go gray and white. 

I want more time to see Falk’s eyes grow shiney and old. I want more time to see the day Falk can take off his shirt and love his own body. I want more time to see Falk sit up after top surgery and have a bare chest. I want more time to see my mom love again. I want more time so I can thank Cinsin for saving me. 

I want more time to see that young trans man become a hero everyone loves, and for his family to know his name Kalmiti. I want more time. I want to grow old. I want to feel loss and grief. I want to heal from that loss. I want time to see a world that has laws to keep heroes kid’s safe. I want more time. I want more time. It’s stupid really. I know it is, but can’t you help but wish for something you’ll never get? I want to get married, I want to adopt kids I can see myself in. I want to help them, so they never have to walk up to the public saying they were lying about their father shooting them. 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry it has to be this way” I can hear that she’s crying. I look up and wipe my tears.

“Thank you momma, I‘m sorry I can’t stay longer” I’m not going to kill myself, I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s what both of us need to hear. That we love each other and that we don’t want the other to leave. We’re all going to die sooner or later. It just happens to be too soon for some.

[naijastudio]

Lil Baby ft. 42 Dugg & Veeze - U-Digg

Lil Baby has returned with a new tune alongside 42 Dugg and Veeze following the Tribeca Film Festival premiere of his Untrapped documentary. Before joining forces with the Detroit rappers on "U-Digg," Baby was happy that the world would be able to learn more about the events leading up to his childhood and rise to popularity thanks to his new documentary having a home on Prime Video. The hilarious song "U-Digg" by Lil Baby, featuring 42 Dugg & Veeze, is available for your listening enjoyment. Lil Baby ft. 42 Dugg & Veeze - U-Digg is now available for download on naijagenre.com, and don’t forget to share this website with your friends for the most up-to-date information. Lil Baby ft. 42 Dugg & Veeze (U-Digg) Lyrics Intro (Antt did the track) Verse 1: Lil Baby 'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig? I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig? A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig? Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig? These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did Got three hundred pounds at the spot and it all disappeared, you know where they went (What?) Ain't worried about a ho tellin' her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah) I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Pete Parker Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him On rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah" Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa) Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig? This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah) Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh) These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright) When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (Ooh) I'm heavy handed pourin' and all my cups be over spilled I done popped me a Act', a pint, this shit so red like roadkill Verse 2: Veeze That lil' hunnid thou', I made that shit five times, no deally (Fuck) He rap about opps but ain't put them hoes down, he silly (Haha) I'ma shop when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, each city (Yeah) I'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin' about it in my raps, he gon' kill me I'm walkin' a check, got six-fifty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah) Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh) Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh) Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say, ya dig? I go to the club with it on me, I seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah My life is a movie like Paid in Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for the money, I was 'posed to be payin' her rent I'm givin' the blicks to the shorties for free, but they only get paid for a hit I'm capital P, how I'm peelin' these pints and paintin' these pops like Prince, yeah It come out the wrapper, it shine and glisten, it look like the flake of a fish The way I was kickin' my pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig (Damn) I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red My Glock so switched, it went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color Trae Young? You know that's twin I done fucked this ho for a year, I ain't go on no date, she know we friends (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa) Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig? This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Nah) When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real I'm heavy handed pourin' and all my cups be over spilled I done popped me a Act', a pint, this shit so red like roadkill Verse 3: 42 Dugg I'd rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over 1.5 Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me I was probably wearin' Tru's before Chief Keef Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink (Yeah) If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding" Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand (Yeah) What about the coat? Turnt young nigga, I know Never surrender, niggas askin' why I tote, bet if I up, I blow Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred Gs, five for a show, nigga I got the 'Cat, the Track', the Urus, the 'Bach, I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?) I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck, that shit like two hundred somethin' plus I'm the turntest nigga you know from the city, you dig? Bitch, if we catch him, you know we gon' kill him, on my kids This Big 4 shit so for real, I still spin just for the thrill But where you at? I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'm at LIV (Miami) Listen Below & Download Mp3 Read the full article

[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

now enjoy; feedback is always appreciated! <3

tag list: @miamiya (message me if you want to be included)

Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

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Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

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Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

[finnyboywolfhard]

Shut Him Up

Richie Tozier x Reader 

Aged up 5 years after fight with IT so they are 18 :)

summary: The Losers Club has a movie night and Richie doesn’t know how to shut up. 

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 2.1k 

           Popcorn popped loudly in the vibrating microwave, Y/N maneuvered around the kitchen gathering the various snacks and drinks that the Loser’s requested. She grabbed a large bowl for the popcorn as a knock pounded against the door.

“Hold on!” Y/N dropped the hot bag and rushed over to the door, pulling it open with a huff, delighted to see Beverly Marsh behind the door. “Oh thank god it’s you.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Bev.

“You sure are happy to see me.”

“Because I know you’ll actually help me get everything set up and not just goof off. If Richie was the first one here one more time I was gonna go crazy.” Y/N explained as she walked to the kitchen, handing Bev a few bags of chips and a tray holding drinks. Y/N poured the popcorn in a bowl and grabbed the packages of candy from beside her and ushered for Bev to follow her through the corridor to her Living Room. They dropped the snacks onto the table. Y/N looked down to see she was still in her “nicer” clothes.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get changed real quick, open the door if any of them come.”

“I need you to know I’m gonna snoop.” Bev yelled out as Y/N began bounding up the stairs.

“You always do!” Y/N yelled back. Once inside her room, she rummaged through her drawers to find an old t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. She put on a pair of socks, grabbed a few blankets from her room and came back down to a room full of teenage boys. She looked around at how the chairs and couches filled up, to see that she was once again stranded on the loveseat with the chatterbox himself Richie Tozier.

“Hey Bev! I think you might have left something in my room last week, can you come with me for a sec?” Y/N yelled, just peering around the corner. All eyes looked at her.

“What did she forget?” Ben asked as Bev passed by him.

“A girl thing, there’s a reason I didn’t say what.”

“Oh so a Brassiere!” Richie said in the annoying British voice before switching back to his own. “You could have just said Y/N/N, we all know you both have tits.”

           Y/N simply flipped him off and grabbed Bev’s hand to go upstairs. The two got inside Y/N’s room and Y/N just crossed her arms and looked at her.

“What? Why are you mad?”

“How the hell did I end up next to Richie AGAIN?”

“We practically have assigned seats at this point…” Bev said trying to play it off.

“Bullshit. Last week you sat in the La-Z-Boy with Bill and this week you’re on the big couch with Ben, Mike and Stan. What is up?” Y/N stared at Bev until she finally broke.

“Okay, he has a crush on you and is too scared to tell you so he keeps asking to sit next to you and showing up first.” Y/N’s jaw hung slack for a few moments before she snapped it shut and ran her hands through her hair. She collapsed backwards onto her bed.

“Beeeevvvvvv. This can’t be happening to me.”

“Oh please, like you don’t feel the same way.” Bev said grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her to sit up.

“What are you—“ Y/N looks at Bev who just cocks her head as if to ask ‘are you serious?’. “Fine, maybe I do. But he NEVER shuts up during movies. It ruins the experience.”

“Just ask him to stop, he’d do anything you ask, I’m sure of it.” Bev said. “Now, we have to get down there or else they’ll know this was definitely a lie.”

The two giggle as they leave the room and go back down the stairs. Y/N hip bumps Bev as Bev goes to her seat on the couch and Y/N puts in the movie.

“Kay Stanley, what did you bring us on this fine evening?” Y/N said as she glanced down at the CD.

“Forrest Gump. It was released in theaters a few months ago, the woman at Blockbuster said that it is a must see. It has Tom Hanks.”

“Oh that’s the dude on the poster in the Arcade!” Richie piped in.

“Yeah it is Richie! Doesn’t it have umm…the woman who played Princess Buttercup…umm Ro—“

“Robin Wright!” Stanley finished her thought. “Yeah it is, so you’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah my parents saw it, they loved it. I guess we’re in for a treat.” Y/N flashed her smile to the Loser’s as she tiptoed her way to beside Richie. She couldn’t help but notice that there was only one blanket on the seat.

“Hey guys? I thought I brought down a blanket for each of us?” Y/N looked around the room, the sound of previews playing. Her eyes finally landed on Bev, who had a curious smirk across her face.

“Oh…huh…when I was distributing them there was only seven…I guess you didn’t.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another.” Before she could leave, Richie grabbed a hold of her hand.

“Don’t worry about that, just take this one. I don’t get cold.”

“Yeah, okay, sure. We all know that’s true.” Y/N said sarcastically, dropping onto the seat. The movie had only been playing for about 15 minutes and Y/N swore that Richie was leaning over and whispering something for 14 minutes of it.  

“Psst…Y/N/N…” Richie leaned over to whisper once more.

“What?!” Y/N whispered back with force.

“I actually am cold, can we share?” She looked over, he was giving her puppy dog eyes and her hard exterior was being broken with each second she held eye contact.

“Fine.” She untucked the blanked from under her and threw it across Richie’s Lap. She had to scoot closer in order for the blanket to comfortably cover them both.

“Oooh, awfully close there sweetheart. It’s almost like you like me or some shit.” Richie teased. Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept her focus onto the movie. The blanket and close proximity kept Richie quiet for a bit, but not too long.

“Y/N/N.”

“Richie, please, can you just shut the fuck up?” Y/N/N plead to him in a whisper. She looked toward him, unaware of how close they were, as their noses nearly grazed. Richie took in a breath.

“Make me.” He said, softening his frame. Y/N didn’t know what took over her. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to actually watch the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she’s had a crush on Richie for the past two years. Maybe she’s using it as ammunition against his crush. She didn’t know for certain, but she leaned forward and kissed Richie. At first gently--longingly. But then she pulled his head closer to her for a more passionate kiss for a few seconds and then she pulled back. She sat back firmly against the couch. Richie sat dazed for a second, glancing between Y/N and his own lap before sitting back just as Y/N did.

           The credits began to roll when Mike leaned over and flicked on the lamp in the room. Everyone did the usual stretching and readjusting to light. Stan and Eddie started to small talk about the movie but their attention was piqued by Bev.

“Y/N, did you break Richie?” Bev asked, looking towards the boy who was sitting back against the loveseat, with love struck eyes and a confused look across his face. Every so often he would just look over towards Y/N and then immediately just back to his lap. Y/N glanced over for the first time since and giggled to herself a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said just for the ruse.

“Look at him! He’s like…glazed over.” Eddie said flailing at the boy sitting there.

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard him in like 45 minutes, that’s not normal.” Stanley agreed. Suddenly, Richie snaps out of his daze and cockily turns to Y/N.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Show them what you did to me.” Richie smirked in the cockiest way he ever has. As much as she hated it, she kinda loved it too.

“Fine, I will.” Y/N declared in the same tone, making glaring eye contact as she pulled Richie in for a kiss. It lasted for a few moments before they pulled apart. They looked at each other for a few moments.

“What just happened?” Mike said blankly bursting the bubble the two were in.

“That was so…” Eddie pauses to gag. “So fucking nasty.”

“Wow thank you Eds for those touching words.” Y/N sarcastically said.

“Are you gonna explain or are we just gonna sit here?” Bev asked.

“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the movie so I asked him to, and he said ‘make me’, so I kissed him. It worked.” She said, maintaining eye contact with Bev, who then started to giggle. Richie’s eyes moved between the two girls, piecing things together.

“Fuck you Bev. You fucking told her.” Richie said standing up angrily, gathering his stuff up, clearly about to storm out.

“Richie I—“Bev started to answer.

“I don’t want to hear it. You both embarrassed me, I…I gotta go.” Richie tried to get past Bill and Mike who had now formed a barrier in front of the door.

“R-R-R-Richie, just listen to th-th-them.” Bill said.

“Why should I?” Richie said. Y/N nervously stood from the love seat and turned to face the doorway.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking in love with me?” Richie asked shocked.

“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” Y/N laced her hands through Richie’s and pulls him up the stairs. She slinks through her door and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her for Richie. He sits down, and starts wringing his hands. The silence is deafening. “Hey.” She said as she leans to bump into him.

“Y/N/N…” he said dishearteningly. As she looked at him, her gut told her to just say ‘Fuck it’.

“Richie I have had a crush on you since that day two years ago when you found me crying in the clubhouse. You just sat and listened to me, and you made me feel so…safe. It was a side of you I had never seen before. And I liked it. And then suddenly I started liking everything. Except for when you talk through movies, but everything else.” She giggled, and looked at him. She loved the way his curls framed his face and the way his brown eyes still sparkled unlike any other. She loved the way sometimes his mouth looked too big for his face. She loved the way he would overcompensate with his jokes. She loved the way he would tease and treat all of the Losers the same way, and that he cared about spending time with each and every single one of them. He was so loyal, and funny, and handsome, and he was just so utterly Richie.

“You were even pretty when you were crying.” Richie joked back. “I’ve liked you since after the fight with IT, when you asked me if I was okay. No one ever asks me that. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on to this whole fucking crush thing sooner.”

“I’m surprised you were such a pussy and didn’t make the first move.” Y/N responded back.

“Ouch, Y/N, getting me right where it hurts.” Richie pretending to stab himself through the heart and fell back onto the bed. He pulled a dead face, only for a second before he opened one eye and turned to her to see her reaction. Through breathy laughs, she leaned down to hover over the boy. His hand found a base at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. It started off sweet and soft but as they realized the position they were in, Y/N flipped her leg over his waist in order to straddle him. The kiss began to pick up speed and passion. The two started to really get into it, only to be cut off by the Losers slamming the door open.

“Oh gross! You guys! We were right down stairs!” Eddie shrieked. Y/N climbed off of Richie.

“As if I would fuck him the very first night we’re dating.”

“We’re dAting?” Richie’s voice cracked with excitement. Y/N turned to him, gave him a peck and a smiley nod yes. “Oh Fuck yeah!”

“Does this mean we’re gonna find y’all making out during movie nights now?”

“God no!”-- “Hell yeah!” Richie and Y/N responded in unison, there were definitely a few things they still needed to work out, but they were happier than ever before.