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totaly-obsessed · 1 month
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Rory
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Leah Williamson x reader
-> A teenage squabble over a plant turns into a heartwarming symbol of family as two best friends prepare to embark on the journey of motherhood together.
-> Happy (a little late) Birthday @alotofpockets!
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“What the fuck is that?”
“Leah Williamson, Language! Or I will call Amanda!” Your mum’s voice was shrill as she scolded a thirteen-year-old Leah for her cursing. Leah just had a smug smirk on her face, she got her potty mouth from her mum, who always acted outraged when her eldest swore in front of other people.
“That is my favorite plant, Lee! My sister gave it to me.”
Your best friend didn’t even have the audacity to look guilty or lie. “Well that’s fucking hideous thing, I’ll tell you that.”
“Leah!” Oh shit. She just got first-named.
“W- Well you can’t tell me that’s a pretty plant! What is it even called? Tree Tumbo?
Now that she saw the tears brimming your eyes she knew she had fucked up. Her hand that had flown, trying to defend herself slowly sank.
“No, it’s called Dracaena. But I named it Rory, short for Aurora.”
Just last week Leah and you had talked about names for future children, or rather your future children. The blonde was already sure that she liked girls, so kids were out of sight for now. Aurora was a name that stuck with her though, and you had promised to name your first kid Aurora if your husband would agree.
“Oh… Darling, I’m so so-”
“I think you should go home now.” Your teary eyes nearly killed the teen, but with one last kiss on your forehead, she left the room, saying goodbye to your very confused mother.
“No way.”
“Yes, Leah! I am not leaving her behind!”
The blonde defender tried to barricade the door and deny you access, but with just a gentle nudge she moved, even picking up the heavy plant for you.
“I can’t believe you’re taking that fucking thing with you.”
After that eventful first day of having Rory, Leah had properly apologized with chocolate, flowers, and a hand-knitted little sweater for a plant pot. She obviously didn't make it herself. God, that would have been a disaster. Her Granny, Berny, had made it for her.
“Well she’s my daughter and as long as I am alive I will take her with me. Either deal with it or go.”
Leah was stunned standing in the hallways “OH! You wouldn’t dare, darling! What would you do without me? Who carries the grocery bags for you?”
“You haven’t carried anything yet!”
The two of you had just signed your first senior contract with Arsenal for a year - and to live closer to the facilities you were moving into a house with Emma Mitchell and Emma Byrne. Both of them were experienced players and filled with excitement they had agreed to take two young talents in.
But seeing you call a plant your daughter, and Leah hating it with such passion surely was a sight to see and just a teaser for the coming year.
“You can’t be serious?”
Leah had been busy over the day, doing media stuff. So with having the new house all to yourself, you brought Rory back in, much to your girlfriend's demise.
She had just re-signed her arsenal contract for the foreseeable future while you had signed with the London City Lionesses last year, working part-time as a librarian at your closest school - a dream of yours.
After multiple failed relationships with men, you had come to the realization that the real thing was right in front of you, in the form of your best friend.
Now you had moved out of the old, small apartment into your very own first home, and Leah apparently liked to ignore the time plans you had made. So now you stood there, Rory still in your hands as your girlfriend got out of the car.
“I thought we talked about this Darling!”
Quickly she had walked over, taking the now huge plant out of your hands, and carried it into the house.
“Where do you want it then?”
She already knew that you couldn’t leave Rory behind, you had looked so sad when you promised her not to take the Dracaena with you.
“Next to the couch please!”
“Of course darling…”
The nerves picked at you as you made a little sign with ‘big sister’ on it. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise to Leah that you are pregnant, the road here was long after all. But you would never know.
Rory would officially be a big sister in the making, in just a few more months, and then a little baby would share the place with your loved plant.
After leaning the sign next to the ultrasound and the pregnancy test you sat back down at the dining table, now you just needed to wait until your wife was home.
It was as if you were in a trance, looking at your book but not actually taking anything in from it when the blonde entered your home.
“I’m home darling!” Her first act of service once entering was greeting you with a kiss - but she was a little taken aback by your nervous expression. You had been home the entire day, what could have happened?
“I’m gonna shower, my love. I’ll leave the door open for ya!”
Hastily you stood up, pulling Leah back by her arm, ignoring the cocky smirk on her beautiful face. “Can you water Rory please?”
Her nose scrunched up in confusion. You, letting her near your beloved plant? unheard of, but she’d take it any day if it would make you happy.
“Yeah! Sure!"
Your wife nearly skipped through the living room, a half-full watering can in one hand, a müsli riegel in the other. 
“How much does she need?”
No answer.
“Darling, What’s up? You’ve been we- Oh.”
She saw it.
the watering can and food forgotten she picked up the hints you had positioned, looking at the positive test and the picture.
“It worked! We’re gonna be mothers!”
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you should probably leave
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pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
description: joel is enamoured by his new neighbour, but old patterns will always be his downfall.
warnings: UNEDITED, slight age gap, slight smut, implied unprotected piv, protected piv, swearing, alcohol consumption, insecurity, angst, reader is given a birthday (she's a sag like me)
words: 10.8K (my longest fic to date)
date posted: 14/03/23
part two
(inspired by you should probably leave by chris stapleton)
OCTOBER 12, 1998
The weather was something that she was unsure if she could ever get used to. For her entire life, she had spent the entirety of the late autumn months dreading the first snowfall of the season before lugging out her extensive collection of knitted sweaters and fur-lined boots. Instead, her little archive of winter clothing was left in a cardboard box in her childhood bedroom, along with the majority of her other belongings that she had not brought with her on her grand adventure–if you could even call it that. 
The University of Texas at Austin had not been her first choice of school, or her second, or third; she actually had never even imagined going to school any further than a few hours from her hometown in Pennsylvania, and yet there she was, standing in front of her brand-new home, sweltering under the harsh Texan sun as she struggled to unload her packed car all on her own. Well, to call it her home would be a pretty tight stretch, as well as to label it as “brand-new.” 
The small bungalow-style house had caught her eye on a flyer in the grocery store, a listing for one female roommate in a cul-de-sac not too far from the city. It wasn’t exactly her dream home by any means, with an ugly yellow exterior and a kitchen that could certainly use an updating, but it she had recently been forced out of her own apartment due to her previous roommate preferring her boyfriend to live their with her instead and it was the nicest of the few places within her price range that would also accommodate the mutt she’d rescued during her first year. All things considered, it was quite literally perfect for her situation–plus her new roommate seemed to have been at least more considerate of her boundaries than the last, which gave her some hope that things might actually work out. 
Y/n grunted at the weight of the box, cursing herself internally for enrolling in school and owning so many textbooks as she lugged it up the front steps, dropping it just inside the door. She couldn’t help but grimace as she glanced up, meeting the watchful gaze of Manny, his furry little head tilting curiously–likely wondering why she was making so much ruckus and interrupting his nap. 
“Lazy ass,” she muttered under her breath at him, kicking the box to the side before trudging back out the door.
The next few boxes were filled with clothes and shoes, fortunately for her spine. She hauled several out, dropping each of them to the pavement of the driveway carelessly as she wiped at her sweaty forehead, apparently too enthralled in the work to notice the beat up truck as it turned into the neighbouring driveway.
“Hey there,” she turned to find a young man, his hair combed back to expose his effortlessly charming face to her, “You need a hand?”
She glanced down at the boxes at her feet, “I wouldn’t wanna bother you.”
A young girl appeared at his side, wide eyes peering over at the older female curiously. The man shrugged, puffing out his broad chest as he moved. Y/n almost laughed at how obvious he was being, only seconds after meeting her. The man gave off the impression that he had always thought fairly highly of himself, probably the quarterback of the high school football team, maybe even involved in the armed forces–the navy, she was betting. He crossed the barrier between the two driveways in two long strides, extending his hand out to her as he came closer. 
“I’m Tommy,” he flashed her a grin, his accent coming out thicker than it probably would have normally. He glanced over his shoulder, motioning for the young girl to follow him into the neighbouring yard, “This is my niece Sarah.”
Y/n smiled politely, shaking his hand lightly, “Hi, I’m Y/n. I guess it’s nice to meet some of my new neighbours.”
“Well, Sarah, here, is your neighbour. Me, I live–”
“What happened to Stephanie?” Sarah interrupted, “I didn’t know she was moving.”
Y/n turned her attention to the young girl, “She isn’t, we’re just living together now.”
Sarah’s mouth formed an ‘o’, the gears visibly turning in her head as she formulated her next question, “Are you guys dating?”
“Sarah!” Tommy choked on his spit, “I’m sorry–”
“It’s okay,” Y/n chuckled at his response before turning back to the young girl, “No, we’re not. I guess she just didn’t wanna be living here all on her own anymore.”
Tommy’s shoulders relaxed, the mortified expression leaving his features in favour of one that she might have even considered relief. He shook his head at his niece, giving her a hard stare, “I’m sorry about her. I figured that she would have some better manners by now–my mistake.”
Sarah swatted at him, a pout appearing on her lips as her brows furrowed. The girl didn’t quite understand how the question may have been taken with offence by some, and was quite miffed by her uncle’s insult. 
“No, no, it’s okay,” Y/n affirmed, “I think it’s actually a good thing that she knows about that kinda stuff.”
Tommy glanced down at the boxes, clear discomfort appearing on his features, “Alrighty then, how about these boxes?”
Y/n gave in, offering Tommy one of the heavier of the three boxes, while shifting the smallest and lightest to the young girl, who had been adamant in helping out. She instructed them to just drop the boxes to the floor by the door, not looking to take up much more of their time. 
A loud gasp escaped Sarah, her wide eyes falling on the mutt, who had appeared to have been equally as excited to see her as he rushed over, tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail flapping wildly. Sarah squealed when he barrelled into her, a fit of giggles leaving her mouth as he brought her to the ground and began to cover her face in slobbery kisses.
“Manny!” Y/n groaned, grasping the dog’s collar and pulling away enough for Sarah to sit up off of the floor, ���Sorry, he’s just convinced that everyone wants to be his friend.”
“I’ll be his friend!” Sarah beamed, reaching out and squishing the dog’s face in between her palms, “I mean… Can I?”
Y/n shrugged, “As long as it’s okay with your…” She glanced at Tommy for help, unsure about Sarah’s parentage situation. He’d already made it clear that he did not live next door, but had never explicitly stated who did.
“You’ll have to ask your dad, Sarah,” He chastised her, “Anyway, we should get out of your hair now, let you settle in.”
Y/n nodded, “Yeah, thank you for the help, though.”
“No problem, ma’am,” He winked, southern charm on full display as he stepped out onto the front step, “Anytime for a pretty girl like you. C’mon, Sar.”
Sarah begrudgingly offered the needy pup one more affectionate squeeze before following after her uncle, leaping off of the step and bounding across to her own front yard. Tommy paused, hand resting on the railing of the step and giving it a firm shake. His lips pursed into a line as he let out a small huh as the bannister shifted out of its place, then back in under the pressure. 
“Yeah, Steph said there were all kinds of little things wrong with the place,” Y/n noted, “But hey, if it’s got four walls and a roof, it’s good enough for me.”
He chuckled at her, shaking his head, “You know, my brother and I are contractors, we could come over and help you fix things up if you guys wanted.”
She hummed, “I’ll mention it to Steph. Wouldn’t wanna just start making changes to her house while she’s not here, would I?”
Tommy hummed, “‘Spose that’s true. Anyway, I should go see where she ran off to, but I sure hope I’ll be seeing you around.” He shot her a cheeky wink before jogging back over to the neighbouring yard, leaving her and Manny among the mess of boxes in the entryway. 
Y/n huffed, glancing around at the mess, then at the furry little beast at her feet, who waited patiently for her to begin offering him her love and attention. She rested her hands on her hips, shaking her head softly, “Well, let’s just get this done, boy.”
– – –
Joel grunted as he clambered in through the side door of his home, sighing in relief as he slipped out of his heavy work boots and dropped the armload of groceries onto the kitchen counter. He could hear the TV on in the living room, drowned out by Sarah’s yell of a greeting. He rushed to put away the groceries, sticking the brown paper bags in the recycling before stepping into the dimly lit sitting area. 
Tommy was reclined on the couch, slumped into the worn leather like a pile of mashed potatoes as he balanced his can of Budweiser on his bent knee. He nodded to his brother briefly as he lifted the beer to his lips, hardly taking his eyes off of the football game on the screen as Joel plopped down next to him. The older brother leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to Sarah’s head so as to not disturb her as she worked on her homework on the coffee table in front of the couch before finally copying his brother’s position.
“The hell took you so long? You left the site the same time I did, and I had to go pick this shithead up from school,” he playfully kicked at Sarah’s leg, “plus I helped your new neighbour move in.”
“Supermarket was a zoo,” Joel moaned as he ran his palm flat over his face, then furrowed his brow, “What new neighbour?”
Tommy nodded his head back in the direction of the mustard yellow house, “Chick next door got a new roommate.”
“Uncle Tommy was flirting with her,” Sarah chimed in, not taking her eyes off of the math textbook in front of her.
Joel rolled his eyes, “Now tell me why I’m not surprised.”
Tommy shook his head, taking another large gulp of beer, “I know what you’re thinking, but this girl’s different. She’s not from ‘round here. Not sure where, but she’s got an accent. Canada, maybe.”
“You know what a Canadian accent sounds like?” Joel scoffed, knowing that his brother was prone to drawing his own conclusions. 
“Well, no,” Tommy frowned, “But I imagine it might sound like that. Doesn’t matter, I think I’m gonna ask her out.”
Joel grunted in response, turning his eyes to the game on the screen.
“She wasn’t flirting back,” Sarah grinned up at the two men, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her father’s growing smirk and giggling as his own laughter came tumbling out. Tommy kicked her again, only this time with a little more force, “What? You invited yourself over there and were all,” She puffed her chest out and deepened her voice, “Anything for a pretty girl like you.”
Joel rested a palm on his belly as he shook with laughter, his other hand landing on the top of his daughter’s head affectionately as Tommy crossed his arms, sulking. 
“I think she was flirting back,” he argued.
“She wasn’t,” Sarah reaffirmed.
Tommy leaned forward, “Now how the hell would you know anything about flirting, huh? You been doin’ a lot of it at school?”
Her face burned in embarrassment, sputtering for a response, “No, that’s gross!”
Joel frowned at her, shaking his head in feign sternness, “You better not be. Otherwise I might need to break out grandpa’s old hunting rifle.”
She didn’t utter another word, simply gathering her things in her arms and rushing off to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her as the laughter of her father and uncle followed her every step.
OCTOBER 17, 1998
Just under a week had passed since he’d first caught wind of his new neighbour, and Joel had yet to even see this woman. He’d noticed the new car in the driveway, and he’d picked up on the presence of the dog fairly quickly, especially after he’d caught Sarah tossing some of the vegetables from her dinner over the fence for him. Joel hadn’t paid it much mind, he was far too busy to be concerned with some young girl who didn’t seem to be causing much issues. 
He’d had words with Stephanie several times in the past; once for blatantly smoking pot on 
her front step when they were heading out for the day, then for leaving her garbage bin too close to his driveway, causing him to back into it and scratch the paint on his truck, and then once more when she’d had a little get together that ended up lasting until 4am, when the police arrived. He would normally have called himself a narc for having the party shut down, but it was keeping Sarah awake and the door had been shut in his face when he went over to ask politely. 
The day had been long, and normally he would have refused Tommy’s invitation to head over to one of the local dive bars, but after dealing with the shit-show that had gone on at the job site that day, he really needed a drink. Sarah was out of the house, anyway, having slept over at a friend’s house, so there was quite literally nothing keeping him away.
“Brother’s night, my ass,” Joel grumbled into his glass, glancing over to the corner booth, where his brother had joined a pretty brunette, leaving Joel to himself at the barside. He waved at the bartender, motioning for another top-up of his whiskey. 
A figure appeared at his side, leaning onto the bartop to call out to the bartender. Joel glanced over, his eyes raking over her radiant side profile in awe. He shot his gaze back to the glass of amber liquid in front of him, then briefly over to the girl once more. His eyes narrowed in on her pursed lips, noting how her brows furrowed in frustration as the bartender migrated to the other side of the bar. She turned to him suddenly, and Joel whipped his head back around to ensure that he wouldn’t appear to be some creep–though he was positive he certainly had been.
“Is it always like this here?” She asked him, tilting her head. “I swear, I’ve gone to three different spots along this bar, and buddy keeps looking in the other direction.”
He cleared his throat, “You not from around here?”
She smiled sheepishly, “Is it that obvious?”
Joel chuckled, “Just a little. You gotta get his attention, be firm. Here,” he tucked his index finger and thumb into his mouth and let out a loud whistle, nodding at the bartender as he rushed over. 
“Two vodka crans, please,” The girl smiled prettily at the bartender, then scoffed as he turned to begin pouring the drinks, “Shit, I guess I could stand to learn a thing or two.”
“It comes with time,” He frowned, realising that he may have implied that he was at the bar every other night, “I mean, not that I’m–”
She touched his arm softly, electricity running through her fingertips and into his bicep, “Hey, I’m not here to judge you if you’re not here to judge me, heh?”
He nodded, opening his mouth to speak once more when another figure appeared at her side. His smile dropped, taking in the sight of his next door neighbour, probably one of the last people he wanted to see on his night off.
“What the fuck is taking you so long–oh,” Stephanie narrowed her eyes at the older man, who simply turned and took another long swig of his whiskey, “Hello, Joel.”
“Stephanie,” he drawled, “How you doin’ tonight?”
She smirked at him maliciously, “Fine. Y/n, this is the guy I was telling you about.”
Oh, this is Y/n, he thought to himself, suddenly understanding Tommy’s instant interest in the girl. 
“All good things, I hope,” he sighed into his glass.
She shook her head, “Oh, just that you’re the neighbour from hell, and that you’re a narc.”
Y/n tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, visibly uncomfortable at the confrontation. His eyes fell to her mouth at the movement, wondering what it might feel like to take that same lip in between his own teeth. 
“You keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night, Steph,” he huffed, praying to any god that would listen that she hadn’t completely turned Y/n against him.
Stephanie sneered at him, grasping one of the drinks from the bartop and stomping off, leaving a thick tension over the remaining two. Joel met Y/n’s gaze once again, noting the visible embarrassment on her face as she began to laugh slowly.
“Sorry about her,” She laughed nervously, “For the record, I know that she’s a little dramatic.”
“‘T’s fine,” Joel grumbled, swallowing the last gulp of whiskey, “You ain’t gotta apologise for her, she can feel however she wants about me.”
Y/n chuckled, a genuine one this time and Joel couldn’t help but carve the melodious sound into his memory, “I’m Y/n, by the way.”
He nodded, accepting the soft handshake that she offered, “So I’ve heard.” He noticed the slight furrow of her brow before he clarified, “I’m Sarah’s dad.”
Realisation crossed her face, “Oh, Sarah! She’s a real sweetheart.”
“Yeah, she is,” he smiled softly at the complement, “She sure likes you, and I’m assuming that it’s your pup that I’ve caught her feeding her broccoli to?”
Y/n giggled at him, “Huh, I’d noticed that he was especially gassy lately. Here I was thinking it was something in the water.”
Joel let out a loud laugh, then realised that he had not actually introduced himself, “Shit. Sorry, I just–” he coughed, “I’m Joel.”
“So I’ve heard.” She repeated to him, clearing her throat before turning to gaze at him through her lashes with a soft smile, “So Joel, is this seat taken?”
– – –
Y/n had not expected to have enjoyed herself quite so much when Stephanie forced her to go to the grubby little saloon, feeling incredibly out of place among all of the southerners. She had been hesitant to leave Manny on his own so soon after moving in, but the last thing that she had wanted to do was get on Stephanie’s bad side so early on. Then, she’d stumbled upon the devastatingly handsome man sitting all on his own at the bar, and her tune changed drastically. 
She sat on that stool for the better part of two hours after Stephanie had fucked off, leaving them to become acquainted with one another. Joel had offered her another drink, which she accepted under the terms that she would buy the next round, and against his better judgement, he found himself doing a shot of tequila with her as well. She smirked to herself when she took note of the flush that had crawled into his cheeks, and how cheerful his dark chocolate eyes looked under the dim lighting of the bar. 
Y/n had noticed Tommy in the corner booth, and how he had been blatantly pressing his southern charm onto the brunette under his arm in the very same way that he had to her, which made her feel much better knowing that he couldn’t possibly be that upset about her doing the exact same to his brother. 
Her hand had come to rest on his knee, leaning across to invade his personal space animatedly as she spoke, her own cheeks flushing each time that he grinned or laughed at her words, and she had lost count of the amount of times that she had rubbed her thighs together or considered smashing her lips to his. 
Tommy appeared at his side, clutching his shoulder in his firm grasp, “Hey Joel, you think you’re ready–oh, hey, Y/n.” His cheeks had turned red, one hand self-consciously rising to rub at his cheek, where the stark red lipstick stain had once acted as a trophy and was now an admission of guilt. Tommy pursed his lips, “Wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.”
She shrugged, “Steph forced me out.”
He nodded awkwardly, unsure of how to save himself in this situation. 
Y/n turned her head, catching sight of her roommate’s drunken attempt to seduce the bouncer before turning her attention back to the older of the two brothers, squeezing his knee once before sliding off of the stool, “Speaking of, I should probably leave, she’s gonna get us banned from here any minute now. It’s been nice, talking to you, Joel. See you, Tommy.”
Both men watched as she disappeared into the crowd, eyes trailing after her figure longingly.
Tommy huffed, “You think I still got a chance?”
Joel’s shoulders shook in a drunken fit of giggles, lifting his own hand to proudly show off the nine digits that had been marked into his skin, “Nope.”
Tommy’s jaw dropped, clear disappointment on his features before it was quickly replaced by pride, “Well fuck, brother. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
OCTOBER 31, 1998
Y/n wiped at the sweat on her brow, breathing picking up in delight as she turned the corner and the blinding yellow house came into sight. The sun had already begun to set by the time that she and Manny had set out on their evening walk, now settling low on the horizon and casting a golden hue to the world below it as Manny tugged on his leash, obviously also desperate to escape the heat. 
A loud honk sounded from behind her, muffled slightly by the music playing over her bulky headphones, drawing her attention to the dark pickup truck as it sped past, Sarah hanging out the back window with a grin on her face as she waved dramatically. Y/n chuckled at the young girl, allowing Manny to lead her into a faster pace as they grew closer to their house.
She slid the headphones down to rest around her neck, pressing pause on her walkman as Sarah rushed towards them. The girl paid very little mind to the woman holding the leash, instead dropping to her knees and reaching out for the excited dog’s face, laughing as he began to lick enthusiastically at her cheek. 
“Hi,” her gaze rose to find Joel as he rounded the bed of the truck, hand resting on the top of the tailgate as he tried his best to look casual, “sorry, this one never shuts up about that dog.”
Y/n smiled at him, warmth flooding through her cheeks. She’d only actually spoken to Joel a handful of times since that night at the bar, mostly simple greetings while Sarah occupied herself with Manny. Joel was too awkward of a person to try anything with Sarah present, and Y/n was too compassionate to question him about why he hadn’t bothered to call yet in front of his daughter. 
Y/n shrugged, “To be fair, he never shuts up about her, either.”
“Oh did he tell you that?” The man asked, brows raised playfully, “I didn’t know you spoke dog.”
“There are many things you don’t know about me yet, Joel,” She smirked at him, “Oh, happy Halloween, by the way.”
“Right,” Joel raised one hand to stroke his hairy chin, “Yeah, you too.”
Sarah glanced up from Manny’s pleading brown eyes, “Dad forgot.
Joel sent a sharp glare to his daughter, then smiled sheepishly at her, “Not too concerned about a holiday that’s got nothing to do with me, anyway–this one decided she’s too cool for trick-or-treating with dad this year.”
“Oh don’t feel too discouraged, I gave my dad the boot when I was even younger.”
“See?” Sarah pressed, glancing back at her father, “You don’t even like Halloween, I don’t get why you’re mad.”
Y/n widened her eyes and clutched her chest dramatically, “What do you mean, you don’t like Halloween? It’s like, one of the best holidays!”
Joel rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t tell me you’re one of those people.”
She pursed her lips, “And just when I was starting to like you, Miller.”
His eyes met hers, curiosity pooling into the dark mocha irises as he considered her words. He almost appeared apologetic; could he feel guilty about not calling her? Y/n did her best to not appear too shaken by his lack of contact–she hadn’t expected anything from him the next day, but after two weeks and still no call? She’d taken that as a sign that he’d been a tad too drunk when he had been so shamelessly flirting with her, and that he had no intentions of ever pursuing anything. 
Y/n was thankful when Sarah interrupted the pair, preventing her from spiralling into a nervous breakdown from her own inner monologue, “What are you dressing up as?”
The woman shook her head with a mischievous smirk on her lips, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see when you come knocking at my door, huh?”
“No big plans?” Joel tilted his head, “I figured that roommate of yours would have you out on the town.”
She shrugged, “Steph’s out of town. Something about the drinks and the guys being stronger. Looks like it’s just gonna be me and my little guy here,” she gently clapped a hand against Manny’s side, “Well, us and a selection of horror movies.”
Sarah stood up, leaning into her dad’s side with her elbow, “How convenient, my dad will also be home alone tonight.”
Joel dropped his head in embarrassment–just leave it to Sarah to blatantly play the role of her father’s wingwoman. He refused to meet Y/n’s amused gaze, ears burning as Sarah continued.
“And he totally loves horror movies. He watches them all the time.”
“Oh really?” Y/n did her best not to burst out laughing, enjoying the sight of both Joel’s embarrassment and how confidently Sarah was trying to talk up her own father. She crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to not make it too obvious how much she actually wanted to invite him to join her, but she didn’t want to display too much interest in him if he genuinely had none in her, “Well then maybe he should head to Blockbuster before all of the good ones are rented.” 
She raised her brow at him, signalling to him that it was his turn to make a move, as she would not be making any more. He nodded at her, red flooding his cheeks as he tried to muster up the courage to discuss the clear tension between them. 
Y/n smiled politely at them both, then glanced down at the heavily panting dog at her feet, “Well, I better get this guy out of this heat. See you guys in a bit, then?” She led the dog past them, glancing back over her shoulder, her lips pursed as she watched Sarah poke at her father’s side sharply. 
The young girl smirked at her dad knowingly, remaining silent, though the expression on her face made her thoughts very clear to the man. She scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest, “Christina’s sister is so right; all boys are stupid.”
The man scowled at his daughter, watching in silence as she moved around him without another word, disappearing through the front door without so much as another glance. Joel scoffed, shaking his head at her, and wondering how the hell his nine year old could be so goddamn right about the situation. 
– – –
Joel wiped his hands anxiously across the expanse of his thighs, attempting to rid himself of the nervous sweat that had collected in his palms as he stood on Y/n’s front step, mustering up the courage to finally knock. 
“The fuck am I doing,” He cursed to himself, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his face. 
Y/n was younger than him; not by a lot, but they were still in very different stages of their lives. He wasn’t willing to admit that he genuinely did like her, and considering that she was still a young woman and still in college, he wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for with him. Was it just some quick fuck that she wanted? Joel wouldn’t be opposed–hell, he was ashamed that he’d imagined such a thing more than a few times since meeting her–but he wasn’t sure if he could jump into bed with her and then move on with his life, nor could he expect her to be willing to just pick up the role of step-mother to his little girl. 
Joel had woken up on October 17, hungover as hell and struggling to recall any of his memories from the night before. He’d forced himself out of bed much earlier than he would have liked, needing to pick Sarah up before her soccer game. The man had stumbled his way into the shower, blindly going through the motions of bathing himself as the warm water slowly began to remove the fog from his mind. It was then, as he had reached out for his bottle of body wash that he noticed the smudge of blue ink on his skin, and then jumping in surprise at the memory of the beautiful woman who had given him her phone number–the woman who had him laughing like he hadn’t in so long and blushing harder than he thought possible–the woman who he hoped was now lying peacefully in her bed next door, preferably all on her own. 
The few times that he had seen her since then, he had thought about apologising for not calling and telling her the truth of what had happened, despite his embarrassment. He wanted to ask for it again, but every time, Sarah was there, making a fuss over the little pooch that never seemed to leave Y/n’s side. He wished that he were more confident in himself, more willing to speak to other women even if his daughter was there, but he simply would never be able to look at the young girl again if Y/n were to reject him. 
“Shit,” He swore loudly as he turned to rush off of the step, instead booting one of the carefully carved jack-o-lanterns onto the pavement of the driveway and watching in horror as it shattered on impact. 
“Joel?” He froze at the sound of the door creaking open behind him, smiling bashfully at the young woman as he did his best to not appear too guilty. Her eyes fell from his flushed face to the mess of orange at his feet, a surprised chuckle leaving her lips, “Damn, you really do hate Halloween, huh? Enough to come over here and start destroying my decorations, anyway.”
He sputtered for an answer, “I–it was an accident, I just knocked it off by accident on my way out–”
“Your way out?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorframe, “So what, you were just loitering on my front step?”
He scoffed at her, “I was actually on my way to apologise, but if you’d rather I just get lost…”
Y/n raised a brow inquisitively, “I’m listening.”
“I just–I’m sorry for not calling,” Joel admitted with a sigh, debating whether or not it would be best to explain exactly why, “For what it’s worth, I would have if I hadn’t washed it off by accident.”
An amused expression crossed her features as she mulled over his explanation, “You…washed it off?”
He shrugged and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “I did.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, as if she were trying to decipher whether or not he was being truthful, “Okay.”
His gaze shifted from side to side, uncertain as to what she meant, “Okay?”
“Okay,” She affirmed, “So what time did you wanna come over tonight?”
Joel swallowed the lump in his throat, “Tonight?”
Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the butterflies that slammed at the lining of her stomach and threatened to erupt, “Tonight. You said it yourself, Sarah’s gonna be gone all night, so would  you rather be home alone or come over? Otherwise, I’ll just be here by myself, scared and in need of a devastatingly handsome cowboy to protect me from Michael Myers.”
Blush spread across his cheeks, his hands coming up to rest on his hips, “I don’t know about ‘devastatingly handsome’, but I think I could handle some asshole in a mask.”
She grinned at him wickedly, “That’s what everyone thinks, but I guess we’ll see tonight, around eight?”
“Eight.” He confirmed, then glanced down at the mess at his feet, “And sorry about your pumpkin.”
“It’s alright,” Y/n smirked, “You’ll just have to work extra hard to make it up to me.”
– – –
Joel anxiously adjusted his shirt, frowning at himself in the window of her front door. Despite dismissing Sarah’s teasing by claiming that this was in fact, not a date, he’d taken her advice in showering the moment that he had gotten into the house. 
He was aware that she was flirting with him, but until he had gotten out of the shower, towel sitting low around his waist as he wiped the steam away from the mirror and took in his shaggy appearance, he had not been at all concerned about what activities the night might lead to. Staring at his own reflection, nervousness quickly began to settle into his bones.
He had made quick work with the clipper, shortening the length of his facial hair after several weeks of negligence and leaving his lower face to be covered by a light stubble. He put a little more effort into his hair than usual, running a thin layer of gel through it while noting to himself that it was probably time for a haircut. He even took things a step further, dabbing a few drops of some woodsy cologne onto his skin; the bottle had gone untouched for two years, having been a Christmas present from his mother.
“Are you wearing cologne?” Sarah asked as she appeared at his side, face painted to resemble a circus clown, “I knew this was a date.”
“It’s not a date,” He argued, doing his best not to jump in fright at her appearance, “Shouldn’t you be out on the town by now, Ronald McDonald?”
“You showered, put on cologne, and you’re bringing candy? It’s a date.” Sarah listed, “And I’m Pennywise, by the way. Christina’s sister is coming to pick me up soon. She says that guys always dress up when she goes out with them because they want her–”
Joel grunted, glaring at his daughter, “I want you to stop hanging around Christina’s sister.”
Sarah ignored his comment, “Is that what you’re wearing?”
Joel glanced down at his outfit–a clean pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that he’d probably gotten out of a beer box or something, “What’s wrong with this?”
“What’s right with it?” 
Joel considered his parenting style for a moment, wondering if he would be free of this headache if he had spanked his daughter once or twice in her life. Sometimes he forgot that the girl was only nine years old with how intelligent she was and how much more mature she seemed in comparison to other kids her age. 
“It’s not a date, Sarah.”
She rolled her eyes, “It could be. Come on.”
Sarah rushed past him, leading him into his own bedroom as she began to dig through his closet. She frowned with almost every piece that she picked out, tossing them behind her recklessly and ignoring her father’s scolding for the mess that she had quickly created. 
“Hah!” The girl pulled out an egg-plant button down and shoved it into his grasp, “I knew you had to have something that wasn’t that ugly.”
He grunted at her, but didn’t reply out of respect for her brutal honesty as he quickly shed himself of the worn t-shirt he’d previously been wearing in favour of the one that Sarah had chosen. Now, as he stood at her front door and internally decided for himself that this was a date, he couldn’t help but thank God for his daughter’s awareness.
Finally, after tugging at the hem of his shirt, he raised a fist and knocked heavily on the door. Joel choked on his own saliva when she appeared in the window, smiling sweetly at him when she pulled the door open. She had already changed into a pair of black yoga pants and a sky blue shirt that exposed just a tasteful amount of her midriff. 
“Hi, again,” she breathed, a smile forming on her face, “You look nice, purple is definitely your colour.”
Joel burned, “I–thank you. Sarah picked it out.”
Y/n turned to the girl, who had already ushered the dog up onto the sofa with her, “Well she has a clear eye for style.”
“She definitely thinks so, that girl damn near harrasses me about my clothes everyday.” Y/n laughed out loud, Joel’s ears tingling at the melodious sound, “You look great, too.”
Y/n beamed down at her outfit, shrugging to herself, “Thanks, I thought about keeping my costume on but I wasn’t entirely sure how much you would be into Strawberry Shortcake.”
Joel chuckled at her, glancing down at the object in his hand, “I brought beer, by the way. Wasn’t sure if I should bring anything, or if you even like–”
Y/n reached out, snatching the six pack from his grasp, “Ever the gentleman, cowboy. So, you coming in?”
– – –
The house was filled with laughter, both having nearly finished their first beer as they shared stories freely. Halloween played quietly in the background, though neither of them paid too much attention. Y/n did her best not to physically melt when she felt Joel’s arm drape across the back of the sofa behind her, resisting the urge to tease him for attempting to cover it up by faking a dramatic yawn. 
She brushed her fingers along the top of his thigh, smirking to herself as she watched his leg slowly shift closer to her, though he didn’t address the affectionate touch. He spoke to her softly, and made an effort to hold eye contact with her as he did to–she was starting to feel some guilt about the conclusion that he’d drawn about him after he’d failed to call her. Her own gaze continuously fell to his lips as he spoke, and she was sure that he had noticed by the way that his lips began to curl confidently. Her heart hammered in her chest, wondering how much longer she would need to wait before he finally made a move.
Joel, however, was wondering exactly how he possibly could make a move. While feeling confident around her, there was no way to escape the fact that he hadn’t been on a date in at least a year, and he could count the amount of women he’d slept with since Sarah’s mother on one hand. At various points throughout the night, he had considered leaning in to kiss her, but had successfully siked himself out each time. The first time, he’d been interrupted by the pooch who had been jealous of his owner’s attention being focused elsewhere, though he could only blame every other time on his own insecurity.
“Do you want another beer?” Y/n asked as he swallowed the last gulp out of his can, “Or I have wine and pop?”
“Pop,” he scoffed, chest rumbling with quiet laughter.
She raised her hand and slapped his pec as she stood up from the couch, “Fine, you don’t get anything.”
He laughed, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen and shamelessly admiring the shape of her backside in the darkness of the dimly lit living room. He sat there for a few moments, staring at the movie in discontent, sighing as he ran his hand over his face and murmured a nearly silent fuck it, and following after her. 
“Is it too late to apologise and get that beer?” 
She glanced over her shoulder at him, smirking as she shrugged coyly as she turned and leaned her back against the front of the refrigerator and holding the perspiring can out in front of her, “You’ll have to come get it yourself.”
Joel crossed the small room in two long strides, stopping as the can met his chest, though he paid it little mind as she stepped away from the fridge, pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips. He froze for a second, stomach clenching at the soft touch. 
“Sorry,” Y/n whispered, though her tone betrayed how unapologetic she truly was, “Was that okay?”
He didn’t respond, quickly taking the beer out of her grasp and tossing it onto the counter as he cupped her face, capturing her lips with his and pressing her back against the fridge once more. She smiled against his lips, fingers bunching in the material of his plum coloured shirt and tugging him even closer. 
His lips were chapped against her own, the telltale sign of a busy man who hadn’t been too concerned with his physical appearance up until now, though she could not picture another kiss that she had received in the last several years that would even compare to Joel’s. 
One of his hands fell, fingers splaying around her waist as he pressed even closer, parting his lips as he felt the tip of her tongue prod at the seam and allowing her to seek out his own. He moaned at her taste, fingers wandering to her hip and hesitating, almost as if he had been asking for her permission to move even lower. She grasped his hand, guiding it around to cup her bottom.
Pulling away for air, she giggled softly and fluttered her eyelids open to find him already staring at her with blown pupils. One of her hands slid up his chest, tugging at the collar of his shirt before her fingers trailed over his patchy beard affectionately, “I don’t know if this is too soon, but do you wanna move to my bedroom?”
Joel chuckled at her, squeezing her cheek through her yoga pants, “Lead the way.”
– – –
Joel worried that he might have gone into cardiac arrest as he struggled to catch his breath, back slouched against the headboard as Y/n slumped flush against his chest. The cotton sheets pooled around her hips as she continued to move softly, working them both through the aftershocks of their climaxes. The man sighed in appreciation as her lips continued to slide against his jawline and leave gentle kisses in their wake, her fingers still lost in his dark curls.
Joel’s own hands squeezed her hips as she finally slowed to a stop, helping her slide off of him and smirking to himself at the whine she let out at the loss of contact. She shifted, moving out of his lap and curling into the cool sheets on the bed next to him.
“How was that?” He panted, “Have I done enough to make up for lost time?”
She grinned at him, her own chest rising and falling with her slowing breaths, “I think I recall doing most of the work, actually.”
“Bein’ on top doesn’t mean you were doing any work, sweetheart, I think we both know that.” His eyes fell on the digital alarm clock on her bedside table, grunting to himself as he took note of the late hour, “Shit–how the hell is it ten-thirty already?”
She glanced over to the clock briefly, then back at him, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
Staring down at her nude form, guilt began to eat away at him as he began to slide off of the mattress and begin gathering his clothes that had been scattered around the room. 
“Are you leaving?” His back was turned to her as he pulled on his jeans, though he could only imagine the look on her face from the emotion that dripped from her voice; she was disappointed, facing the reality that she would be abandoned after doing something so intimate. 
“I mean…” Joel coughed, “Yeah, I should probably leave. Gotta work early tomorrow, and Sarah’s got soccer practice, and–”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest in an attempt to regain her modesty, “I get it.”
Joel couldn’t help but wonder how many times she’d done this. She seemed disheartened, but not entirely surprised at his decision to head out, as if she was expecting this time to be different from the others–as if she was expecting Joel to be any different from the other shitty guys she’d met since moving to Austin.
“Darlin’,” Joel cooed, coming to sit at the edge of the mattress and cupping her face in his large palms, “It’s not like that. I want nothing more than to stay the night, but I know that I won’t sleep a wink tonight if I do.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip as her mouth slanted into a small, saddened smile. He leaned in, pressing three kisses to her lips, each one longer than the last before pulling back, “Can I get your number? I promise I won’t ask for a third time.”
Y/n smiled at him, kissing him once more before snatching a pen off of the bedside table and scribbling on his hand, “You won’t get it if you ask for a third time, Miller.”
MARCH 12, 1999
Y/n sighed blissfully, gnawing at her lip to prevent any moans of pleasure as Joel worked himself into her over and over, his hips meeting hers with slow, meaningful movements as he did his best to keep both of them quiet. Joel wasn’t normally one for booty calls, though he had hardly seen her in the past few days and couldn’t resist when his mind had wandered while in the shower–and for the first time in what felt like decades, he could rely on the help of soft, feminine touches rather than his own fast and rough tugs. 
Her thighs shook, teeth biting into the pillow beneath her face as she pressed her hips back against him and arched her spine in pleasure. She met his thrusts enthusiastically, fingers winding into the sheets tightly. 
“Shit,” She gasped, “Joel, I’m gonna–”
“I know,” He rasped, “Shhh baby. Let go, I’ve got you.”
She didn’t hold back, allowing the white hot pleasure to run through her veins, muffling her cries in the plushness of the pillow. Her walls clenched around him, gripping him for everything that she could manage as he fucked her through it, head rolled back in pleasure as his own orgasm teetered over the edge. His fingers tightened around her hips, hauling her back against him a few more times before his seed painted the inside of the condom. 
His hands slid up from her hips, one pressing on her back to force her to lay flat against the mattress while the other cupped the soft flesh of her belly to roll her over. Joel took in her figure, eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort before dropping to her breasts; the man was absolutely entranced by the shape of her breasts, eagerly pawing at them during makeout sessions and suckling at them with the utmost love and desire as he fucked her. She smiled at him tiredly, hooded eyes admiring his own figure as he slipped out of her, sliding off of the bed and disappearing into the ensuite. 
When he returned, he wore a pair of black boxers and carried a maroon washcloth in his hand, carefully parting her legs and sliding the cloth through her folds, puffy and sore from his touch. He whispered an entirely disingenuous apology as he pressed lightly against her abused clit, chuckling to himself as she jumped. Tossing the cloth aside, he settled into the mattress next to her, sliding an arm around her waist and tugging her into his side, sighing in relief at the physical contact. 
The rising sun had slowly begun to peek through the blinds, filling the room with a soft glow in the aftermath of the third round. Y/n glanced at the clock on the far wall, sighing to herself as reality settled into her bones. She hadn’t intended on staying so long, especially after how eagerly the both of them had initiated the first round, having allowed herself to remain at his side until she felt his member begin to grow against her thigh once more. Now, after taking him inside of her three times over the past six hours, she knew that she would eventually need to get up and leave–a habit that they both had and hated when they were finished. 
She pressed careful kisses into his flesh, lips moulding to the sweaty skin of his shoulder and neck affectionately while her palm rubbed circles into his firm chest. Joel nuzzled his head into her hair, his own lips pressing to the crown of her head as he, too, appreciated the afterglow. 
Y/n’s body and heart screamed at her as she finally pulled herself away from him, hopping out of the bed and collecting her clothing from the floor. Joel watched her with sunken eyes, his attempt to remain stoic as he easily recognised what she was doing proving fruitless.
“You don’t–you don’t gotta go just yet,” he called to her, desperation lacing his voice, “Don’t gotta be at the site till eleven tomorrow–”
“Today,” she corrected, “And that’s in seven hours. Besides, I don’t wanna fall asleep and risk having to run into Sarah. I should probably leave.” 
He nodded slowly, continuing to watch her as she dressed and fixed her appearance, preparing herself mentally and physically for her four A.M. walk of shame. Joel wanted to call her back to bed again, to convince her to stay with him and promise breakfast in the morning, but instead watched helplessly as she disappeared into the dark hallway, and closed his eyes disappointedly at the sound of the front door closing behind her.
JUNE 2, 1999
Golden rays of sun peeked through the blinds, trailing up the length of the bed with each passing moment before finally gracing over the soft skin of the woman next to him. Joel laid in his bed as still as possible, one arm around her shoulders to keep her flush against his chest, savouring the intimate, domestic moment before it would eventually come to an end–it always did.
The alarm clock flashed the time tauntingly at him, as if mocking him for wanting to keep her there for much longer than he knew he could. This was undoubtedly the latest she had stayed in his bed; it was nearing six A.M. and she had yet to stir from her deep slumber. 
His eyes trailed the length of her bare back, his fingers pressing gently at the indent of her spine as he pushed her body impossibly closer to her and bathing himself in the feeling of her nude body against his own. Joel resisted the urge to shake the growing ache out of his leg as pins and needles crawled up the length of his limb, too afraid to move and wake her–he knew what would come once her eyes had opened, as she had done it countless times now. 
It was the twitch of her fingers against the soft flesh of his belly that alerted him to her growing consciousness, nails following the pattern of hair that covered his abdomen softly, drawing a quiet moan of delight from the man beneath her. He felt the curve of her lips against his shoulder, turning his head to meet her eyes as they fluttered open.
“Morning, cowboy,” Her throat was dry and her voice was scratchy, but her words still held the power of causing an eruption of butterflies in his gut. 
“Morning,” He leaned closer, the tips of his nose brushing her own before she swatted him away, covering her mouth self-consciously and mumbling something about morning breath. Joel chuckled at her, moving her hand away and planting a soft, closed-mouth kiss against her lips. 
Her smile grew, hazy vision flickering around the sun-lit bedroom as realisation dawned on her, “What time is it?”
Joel’s own smile faltered as he cleared his throat, glancing over at the alarm clock again, “Five-to-six.”
“Shit,” She groaned, a hand settling on her forehead, “I should probably leave. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” 
Joel shook his head at her, “You ain’t got nothing to apologise for. I like having you here.”
She pecked his lips again, fondness creeping through her at the man’s admission, “I like being here. But I should go before Sarah wakes up.”
Joel caught her arm as she moved to crawl out of the bed, “Stay.”
“What?”
“Sarah knows you’ve been coming around and leaving early in the morning.” He told her, thumb smoothing circles against her wrist, “She says she’s happy for me, but she said that she won’t approve until you start bringing that damn dog of yours over here when you come.”
Y/n chuckled, her eyes growing a thin red rim along her waterline, “What are you saying?”
“I’m asking you to stay. Every damn night you spend here, you go rushing out like this is just a quick fuck, but I think we both know that it’s a lot more than that. Just come back to bed, please.”
Y/n shook her head at him, glancing over at the rising sun through the blinds in contemplation before she finally shrugged, crawling back into the bed and settling against his naked form with a sigh, her hand resting on his chest as she massaged small circles into his sweaty flesh. Both of them relaxed into one another, enjoying the silence of the early morning and dreading the unavoidable fate of the alarm going off in the coming hour.
NOVEMBER 27, 1999
Y/n tapped her nails against the hardwood of the tabletop rhythmically, doing her best not to make her dissociation too clear as her friends and family chattered back and forth. Her mother was busy on her left hand side, sharing dozens of her favourite childhood photographs to Y/n’s friends with a fondness that only a mother could have, while the seat to her left was empty. The watch that she’d received as a gift from her parents sat on her wrist, the time ticking away as grief settled in her stomach, the realisation that he simply wasn’t coming eating away at her pride.
Her birthday was not something that she generally liked to celebrate, but knowing that her parents, siblings, and a few members of her extended family had orchestrated a trip to visit and celebrate with her had her counting down the days, especially after she had convinced her unofficial boyfriend to join them for dinner at one of the nicest wallet-friendly restaurants in Austin. Now, as she sat silently and watched as her friends laughed and cooed over possibly the most embarrassing photos of her while picking at their slices of birthday cake, her mind only wandered to where exactly he was, and how much more fun she would be having if she were warding him off of any of those photographs–especially all of the ones from her junior high years. 
She hadn’t had the chance to speak to him at all that day, having woken up after he had already left for work and dropped Sarah off at school. At the time, Y/n had smiled to herself, thanking him mentally for allowing her to sleep in on her birthday, though she was beginning to wonder if she should have taken the lack of birthday wishes as a sign. 
She actively avoided Stephanie’s gaze, wanting to escape the oncoming I told you so, and made as little eye contact as possible with her mother, who watched her sympathetically, and her father, who silently raged over the presence of the empty chair. Y/n now felt embarrassed over how much she’d actually gushed over the man to her family before dinner, wondering if maybe she was more invested in him than he was in her. After all, he had yet to officially ask her to be his girlfriend, despite the fact that she and Manny had taken up residence in his home at least four nights a week and that she had been included in more recent movie nights with him and Sarah. 
Maybe she was reading into it too much–something must have happened. Something happened to Sarah, or maybe Tommy had been locked up again. There was no way that Joel had forgotten her birthday, there was simply no way.
– – –
Joel’s feet ached, crying out in pain with every step and sighing in relief as he finally kicked off his heavy boots. The crew that he’d brought on for his most recent and highest paying job to date had given him hell that day, leaving him aching for nothing more than a hot shower and a peaceful night at home with his best girls. He hated having to tack on extra hours to his day, but not arriving home until after ten was something that he would have to deal with in order to finish the job, and he was hoping to save up to take Y/n and Sarah on a little getaway for a weekend in the near future. 
The kitchen was dim when he stepped in, and he was somewhat surprised when he discovered no plate of food left for him in the microwave, nor was there a pan of leftovers in the fridge. Instead, there was a single empty carton of a microwavable dinner on the counter along with an empty can of Pepsi. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, he shrugged it off, though he had grown accustomed to Y/n bringing dinner over and making sure that it was ready for him on days that he worked late. 
Soft footsteps rushed down the stairs, Sarah rounding the corner with a wide grin on her face as she held a small piece of paper in her hands. 
“Hey babygirl,” Joel kissed her head softly as he moved into the living room, even more confused when he did not find Y/n curled up on the couch with a stack of her textbooks, as she so often did while waiting for him to return. 
“Hi dad,” Sarah’s smile dropped, glancing back into the entryway in confusion, “Where’s Y/n? I made this card at school today but I figured I’d wait until after you guys came back to give it to her.”
The blood in Joel’s veins ran cold, his heart skipping a beat at the sudden realisation of why his house appeared to be so void of his girlfriend, “Fuck.”
“Dad?” Sarah’s wide eyes narrowed, all too used to her father’s undiagnosed case of short-term memory loss, though he had never ever forgotten something like this before.
“Shit,” He swore again, snatching his keys off of the counter and rushing to jam his feet back into his uncomfortable boots, “Sarah, go to bed. I’ll be back later tonight.”
The girl watched helplessly as her father raced out the door, tears welling in her eyes as she stared down at the happy picture she had pasted into the card and frowning as she feared the worst.
– – –
Joel arrived at the restaurant just before eleven. He knew it was a long shot, as the reservation was for seven-thirty, which he had purposefully written down and stuck to the fridge so that he would not forget. The few remaining staff inside shook their heads in pity at the man, quickly coming to understand his situation as he rushed inside, asking about the reservation with a bouquet of flowers in his grasp. 
His shoulders slumped as he parked in his driveway, trudging across the lawn into the neighbouring yard and knocking firmly on the door. He waited a few moments, cursing quietly as he got no response and knocking again. 
His frown deepened when the door swung open, a fuming Stephanie standing in his way. Her face burned scarlet, fists clenched at her side as she took in Joel’s pitiful appearance. She took a step forward, joining Joel on the front step and closing the door behind her. 
“The fuck do you want?” 
“Where’s Y/n?” He asked, ignoring her bluntness.
“She doesn’t wanna talk to you,” the girl sneered at him. “It’s one thing to stand someone up, even to forget their birthday, but to embarrass her like that in front of her family?” She scoffed, “you know, I warned her about you, but I took no pleasure in being right. You should have seen her tonight, barely spoke at all.”
The metaphorical knife in Joel’s gut twisted at her words, the fist clenching the bouquet tightening even further around the stems. He could picture her; all dolled up, chatting with her family as she eagerly awaited his arrival, her pretty smile dampening as time passed and eventual tears in her eyes as she realised the truth–he had forgotten about her. 
“Just let me talk to her,” he begged, “Please.”
Stephanie shook her head, “I think it’s best if you never show your face on my property again, Miller.”
“Joel?” Both of their eyes turned at the sound of Y/n’s voice, finding her peeking around the door curiously. “Steph, can you give us a minute?”
The woman sent Joel one final glare, patting her roommate on the shoulder before slipping back into the house. 
If the knowledge of what he’d done hadn’t been enough, Y/n’s appearance was the final blow to his gut. Her eyes were bloodshot, cheeks swollen and marked with visible remnants of tears. She wrung her fingers together anxiously, keeping her gaze lowered in shame as she closed the door behind her and turned to face him.
“Baby–” 
“Don’t.” Y/n interrupted, “Just explain.”
He sniffled, “I can’t explain it, or excuse it. We got held up at work, and I really need this job to be done and over with already. I’m so sorry, baby.”
She shook her head, lifting her sleeve to wipe at the underside of her nose, “You didn’t even say goodbye before you left this morning. Did you even remember at all?”
Joel bit his lip, “I’m sorry. Let me–”
“Joel,” Her voice cracked, “I love you.” His heart soared as she spoke those words for the first time, then shattered as she continued, “I understand that I’m not your first priority–that’ll always be Sarah and I can’t blame you for that. But, fuck, you suggested the restaurant, Joel. You spoke to my mom over the phone and promised her the best steak in town, and she sure seemed to like it, but you weren’t even there. I won’t ever be your first priority, but I can’t be your last, either.”
“Y/n–”
“I think my cousins liked it, you know.” She continued, wiping at her cheeks, “They’re the type to pray for your downfall, and I’m sure they were loving every second of the dinner once everyone realised that you weren’t coming. Hell, all I did all night was talk about how amazing you were, and then–” Y/n cut herself off with a quiet sob.  “You should probably leave.” 
“Don’t do this,” Joel cupped her face, dropping the flowers to the deck recklessly as he wiped the tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, “Tell me what to do. Hit me, yell at me, do something, but don’t ask me to walk away.”
She looked into his eyes, and for a moment, Joel felt hopeful that she might actually listen to him, though all hope was quickly diminished as he removed herself from his grasp, reaffirming her statement as she stepped back into the house.
“You should probably leave.”
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ꕥYou Look Better In Greenꕥ//Sebastian x MC
NOW WITH PART 2: And You Look Fetching in Yellow
Summary: In which Sebastian sees the new transfer student wearing someone else's scarf and proceeds to absolutely lose it.
Word Count: 1.5k
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Ever since the new 5th year joined Hogwarts and knocked Sebastian on his ass (while stealing his heart at the same time), Sebastian developed a new morning ritual.  He would arrive, as late as possible as usual, to breakfast, plop down on the empty spot that Ominis had so nicely saved for him, listen to Imelda prattle on about some boring Quidditch news, and sigh and longingly stare over at the Hufflepuff table.
It was always something different every day, much to Sebastian's delight.  Sometimes she would wear the most eccentric outfit, a clashing cacophony of mismatched colors that only she could pull off while being the most gorgeous witch in Hogwarts.  Sometimes she would arrive late, wiping the sleep from her eyes, tired from their shared late night misadventures.
This morning Sebastian was unlucky.  Sitting directly across from Poppy, she was obscured from Sebastian's gaze.
Even more unlucky, Imelda Reyes decided she had permission to sit next to him.
"Did you see what the new Hufflepuff was wearing today, Sebastian?"  Imelda teased.
Ugh.  "No, why should I care?  It's not like I spend my mornings just ogling her."
"Of course not."  Imelda said breezily.  "It's only been the talk of the entire school.  Surprised you were the last to hear about it, what with you practically drooling over her every morning."
Ominis snorted into his porridge.
"I have no idea what you're on about.  What she does doesn't concern me in the slightly."  Sebastian lied like the lying liar he was.
Imelda shrugged.  "Oh, that's a shame.  And here I was about to bring you the news that your favorite Hufflepuff is most definitely off the market now.  Looks like someone got to her before you did."
"WHAT?"  Sebastian bellowed.
Imelda grinned.  "See for yourself, pretty boy."
Playing right into her trap, Sebastian stood up, now blatantly searching for the Hufflepuff.  He was able to angle his view around Poppy.  A part of him was excited to see what ridiculous set outfit she was wearing today.  Sebastian didn't see what the fuss was all about.  Nothing unusual, her usual Hufflepuff robes, a grey sweater, and-
-And a Red and Yellow Gryffindor scarf.  
His mind went blank.  The usual bustling of voices in the Great Hall silenced themselves.  Sebastian could feel the heat erupt in the back of his eyes.  His wand shot dangerous hot sparks, itching for a fight.
Who, in Salazar Slytherin's name, gave her that?
She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf in front of the whole damn school.  Anyone who was anyone knew what that meant.  Why, it was practically a front page advertisement on the Daily Prophet!  Wearing another House's apparel meant you were seeing someone.  Off the market.  No longer available.  Every other day you would see a Ravenclaw girl wear a new black and yellow tie.  A Slytherin showing off their newly acquired blue coat.  It was a possessive silly schoolboy thing, but if you were an eligible bachelor or bachelorette, you wore your gifted scarf with pride.
Who in Merlin's name would claim what was rightfully his?  Who would be daft enough?
He didn't even register that his body was moving, until he was halfway across the Great Hall, making a beeline straight towards the Hufflepuff table.
"Morning."  He greeted Poppy and the new transfer student stiffly, interrupting their conversation.
"Oh Sebastian!  Good morning!  Did you have any of the strawberry tarts?  They're especially good today!"  She beamed behind the offending Gryffindor scarf that was around her neck.
"Who gave you that?"
"Oh, well, I'm pretty sure the House elves make the tarts from scratch and then they sort of apparate it up here.  I'm actually not quite sure how their magic-"
"Who gave you that tacky thing?  Was it Garreth?  Prewett?  I always knew that weasel was up to no good.  I should remind him o-"
She looked at him in alarmed confusion.  "What on earth are you talking about Sebastian?"
Sebastian felt his jaw clench.  So, she had no idea.  Of course she wouldn't.  She was a new transfer student, immensely popular and with half the school falling over themselves fawning over her.  It had to Prewett.  Only that sniveling bastard was underhanded enough to trick Sebastian's Hufflepuff into something so nefarious.  Practically broadcasting to the whole school that they were dating.  Gryffindor chivalry indeed, taking advantage of someone like that.  He bet all Prewett had to do is go up to her with his big, ugly nose and manipulate her into wearing that disgusting thing.
"Your scarf," he spat.  "Who gave it to you?"
Her eyes darted at Poppy who gave her a bewildered shrug.  She blinked in confusion, almost as if she forgot she was wearing it.  "Oh, this?  It's so cozy and warm, isn't it?  I think it really matches with my complexion!"
Sebastian could practically feel his back molar crack.
She continued, unaware of the inner storm brewing inside of Sebastian.  "Natty and I were out at Hogsmeade and got caught in the rain.  My poor scarf got soaked, and I haven't had a chance to learn the drying charm yet.  She was nice enough to lend me hers instead!"
He deflated, wand dropping into his pocket; fight forgotten.  "Ah…Natty…the other…transfer"  Of course.  It wasn't that long ago that Natty transferred and was learning all the nuances of the social intertwining of a different country much less Hogwarts social etiquette.  Probably thought all of this was silly anyway.
"Is something the matter, Sebastian?"  She leaned over placing her gentle hand on his forehead.  "You're awfully red.  You're practically burning up!"
Poppy tried to hide her laughter behind her hands.  
Sebastian's blush was so strong it practically hid all the freckles on his face.  Arms flapping around, he pushed away her hand from his forehead.  "Never mind me.  It's a miracle you didn't get sick wearing that silly thing.  If you really needed an extra scarf you should have come straight to me."
He started undoing his own warm green and silver scarf.  And with the most nonchalance and charm he could muster, he gently wrapped it around his Hufflepuff's neck.  Green and silver framed her rising blush so nicely.  Something deep in his stomach purred possessively in approval.
"There.  All better.  Those colors match you better anyway.  Red and yellow look awful on you."  He flushed.  "Not that you ever look awful.  You look fantastic.  One of-No, the best looking person at Hogwarts."  His ears burned as Poppy practically howled in laughter unable to hold herself back any longer.  "Um, best looking friend at Hogwarts.  Much better than that old Ominis anyhow."
His Hufflepuff blushed, trying to hide her smile behind her newly acquired gift.  The butterflies in her stomach were practically doing flips.  "Thank you, Sebastian.  Y-you're not so bad yourself, for a Slytherin."
He nodded stiffly.  "Well, if you ever need any more just ask me.  Slytherin is a good look on you."  He wasn't sure what to do now that his mission was complete.  "Um, don't ask Ominis though.  He…um…he hates it when people borrow his clothes.  Gets all particular about his things.  Just come to me whenever you need anything."
Her eyes swam in amusement, and she brought Sebastian's scarf closer to her face, inhaling the rich dark scent left behind.  A rich oak wood, some warm-scented cologne, and a slight musk that was undeniably Sebastian.  Her eyes never left his gaze as she gauged his reaction.  "Oh, how lucky, that I am friends with the most charitable Slytherin I know.  It's nice to know that my friends are so concerned about me."
Sebastian's knees felt weak.  He mustered up the energy to croak out, "Well, it's not all charity.  It's nice having friends in my debt."
She got closer to him, in the mood for something a bit more daring.  "Well, I would hate to always be in your debt.  There must be some way to repay you."
His mouth gaped open.  For once, the manipulative, charming Slytherin was at a lost for words.
"How about I treat my favorite Slytherin to some Butterbeer?  My treat?  I have to start paying back some of that debt somehow."
Sebastian's mouth was dry.  "If I have nothing better to do, I suppose I'll join you.  It's not like I'm doing anything."  (Ominis wouldn't mind getting ditched.)
"It's a date then."  Sebastian choked at her words.  "7'oclock.  Three Broomsticks.  I'll see you then."
Sebastian nodded stiffly and promptly marched himself to the Slytherin table, a bit bewildered as to what just occurred.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚
Poppy's laughter finally subsided, as she finally got a moment's rest to wipe the tears away from her eyes.  "Blimey, I can't believe that worked.  I knew borrowing Natty's scarf was a brilliant move."
The other girl smiled, gently packing away the old scarf borrowed from Natty back into her bags, right on top of her very own and very dry Yellow and black scarf that was secretly tucked away.  "What can I say Poppy?  Sometimes to catch a Slytherin you got to think like a Slytherin."
Part 2
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"Cardinal Sin" - Modern!Osferth x Reader
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a/n: happy happy birthday to my beloved @final-gurl I LOVE YOU THE DAE TO MY NYRA FR 🤭🤭🤭❤️❤️❤️
Summary: Osferth finds himself devastatingly attracted to - and tempted by - you, the pastor's daughter, who may not be as innocent as she seems.
Word Count: 7,000
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, christianity (yeah im including it as a tw sue me), corruption kink, reader being a menace, male masturbation, religion kink if you squint, oral f receiving, semi public sex,
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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It’s a total cliche, falling for the pastor’s daughter, just in front of him but barely out of his reach. Osferth knows it. His best friend, Sihtric, knows it considering he won’t stop talking about you every two seconds. Hell, he isn’t even close with his half-brother, but Edward knows all about it too, though he’s not quite as supportive as Sihtric. Sihtric tells Osferth that he should just take a chance and ask you out, that the worst you could do is say no, that you’re too sweet to be mean to him. Edward says that you would never say yes in a million years. That definitely did some damage to his confidence.
So, he sits in Bible class, bouncing his knee up and down nervously, waiting for you to walk through the door and take your seat in front of him just as you do every day. The minute he sees you walk in, he feels paralyzed. You just look so… Pretty feels like an understatement but it’s true. Your hair is down, you wear the sweater for your school uniform, just tight enough to highlight your natural assets, and that stupid plaid skirt with knee high socks that are also part of the uniform, which he curses every day of his life for the thoughts it puts in his head. He grips the wood of his desk so hard that he thinks it could crack as you walk down the aisle between the desks, flashing him a sweet little smile before taking your seat.
You turn to speak to him as you always do, “Hi, Osferth, how was your weekend?”
Your voice is just as pretty as the rest of you, he thinks to himself not for the first time as he responds, “It was alright. My father and stepmother took Edward and Æthelflæd out of town for a family function, so I spent the weekend with my uncle,” Osferth feels embarrassed at what a long answer he gave you, but you seem genuinely interested in what he had to say, “How was yours?”
“It was nice,” you say airily as you lean over to pull your notebook out of your backpack, “I had a date.”
Osferth tries to ignore the pang of jealousy that hits him and instead feigns happiness and questions, “That’s nice. Where’d you go?”
“Well, he works at Mr. Ragnarsson’s ranch, so we kind of just hung out there,” you pause before smiling to yourself secretively, which Osferth doesn’t fail to notice as you add under your breath, “Well, more than hung out.”
Osferth clears his throat to keep the envy out of his tone as he responds, “Oh, sounds like fun.”
“You know him, I think. Sigtryggr Ivarsson?”
He can barely hold back the frown at the mention of Sihtric’s friend and gulps, the idea of you and Sigtryggr alone on a farm, doing God knows what, making his stomach turn, “Yes, I know him. Are, um, you going to see him again?”
“Probably not,” you say casually, “It was just a one-time thing. Daddy doesn’t want me dating anyway.”
Osferth feels an overwhelming sense of relief at the news that you won’t be going out with Sihtric again, but he had no idea about your father’s restrictions on you dating. It makes sense, he supposes, considering he’s the local pastor and would want his daughter to have a squeaky clean image. Apparently it didn’t stop you from going on a date with Sihtric, though.
“Does he mind if boys ask you out at all?” he asks with a curious expression before frantically adding, “Not for me, of course! I’m just asking, you know, for my friends!”
Osferth can hardly believe his eyes - or ears - as you pout slightly, though your eyes are shining with mirth, “That’s a shame. I was hoping you were asking for yourself.”
He feels the heat rise to his cheeks, an embarrassing blush overtaking his features as he mumbles, averting his gaze, “Well, I might have been asking for me.”
“You might have? Only might?” you tilt your head to the side, feigning confusion before giggling and changing the subject, “Anyway, are you ready for the quiz tomorrow?”
Grateful for the change of subject, Osferth nods eagerly, “I think so. Are you?”
“Yes, and I promise you here and now I’m gonna get a better grade than you this time,” you stick your tongue out at him playfully before laughing.
Osferth stammers, “Y-you shouldn’t do that…”
You hold back a laugh as you question him, “Why? Does my tongue make you think less than holy thoughts?”
He gulps at your words, barely able to meet your eyes as he asks, “Are you trying to tempt me?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
“If you’re feeling tempted,” you wink at Osferth, giving him a cheeky smile, “Aww, you’re blushing!”
Osferth covers his face with his hands, “I am not!”
You cross your legs, “accidentally” brushing your foot against his calf, making Osferth freeze in place. You move your foot up and down along his leg under the guise of not realizing what you’re doing.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he mumbles, sinking in his seat.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, cutie,” you giggle, turning back in your seat to face the front of the classroom when your teacher walks in. 
Did you just… Say that you think he’s cute?
Osferth tries to pay attention to today’s lecture, really, he does. But then, you take your scrunchie off your wrist and tie your hair up in a loose bun, exposing the nape of your neck. He has an uncontrollable urge to lean forward and just kiss your newly exposed skin, but holds himself back, if only barely. He’s never had these kinds of thoughts, lustful ones about what the rest of your skin would look like if exposed, about pulling you closer to him by that tiny silver cross you wear and pressing his lips against yours, moving down to your neck-
He’s shaken out of his train of thought when the teacher calls on him to answer a question. And with the way you turn around and smile at him so knowingly? You absolutely knew the places his mind was traveling. You watch as he stutters out an answer and is scolded for not paying attention. And you turn back in your seat after giving him a self-satisfied little grin.
Cheeky minx.
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When the bell rings, Osferth watches you flounce off in that little plaid skirt of yours, those fucking knee high socks. The image is burned in his mind until he sees you again at lunch, walking over to the table you always sit at with your friends. And God, the way those socks dig in ever so slightly into the flesh of your thighs… He feels a warmth pervade his chest and spread all over his body as he stares at your thighs unabashedly, unable to look away. He doesn’t know what’s come over him. He watches as you sit down, throwing your head back and laughing at something one of your friends says. With Sihtric serving detention, he eats by himself, glancing over at you more often than he probably should, eyes moving along your face, your hair, but most of all? Those thighs. He can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to touch them, to squeeze them, to have them wrapped around his-
Wait, why are you looking at him and smirking? Why are you walking over to him? He panics, staring at his lunch, pretending he wasn’t just looking at you.
As he stands up and you pass by him, your skirt swaying with each move of your hips, your thighs, your waist, everything looking so soft and perfect…
“You have the most beautiful thighs I’ve ever seen.”
The words slip from his mouth by accident and he regrets them the moment he says them. He blushes intensely, his face feeling as though it’s on fire when you turn to him, eyebrows raised, your lips pressed together as if barely holding back your laughter.
“What was that?”
Osferth immediately looks away from you. How could he have said that? He must sound like a total pervert. He stares at the floor, feeling so embarrassed he could just run out of the schoolyard and hop on the next plane out of the country. But, he has to face what he’s already done, looking at you with a bashful expression, hands in the pocket of his uniform trousers.
“You… You’re beautiful.”
You shake your head, taking a step closer to him, “I don’t think that’s what you said.”
“You’re not really gonna make me say it again, are you?” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at you, a shy smile on his face.
“Oh, yes I am, cutie,” you grin, hands on your hips.
“What I said is,” he lets out a sharp exhale, face as red as a tomato, “You have the most beautiful thighs I’ve ever seen.”
When Osferth finally manages to look back up at you, you’re biting your lip in a way that makes the poor boy almost lose his mind as you murmur, “That sounds positively sinful, Osferth.”
“I think it’s just me being honest,” he stutters out as you rest a hand on his chest. 
“That’s one word for it,” the warning bell rings and with one last little wave, you’re gone, “See you in PE.”
He stares after you as you sashay away in that skirt and those damn knee highs, his heartbeat already racing at the thought of seeing you again in PE. Osferth manages to get through his next few classes until it’s time to head to the locker room and change for phys ed, which is luckily the last class of the day. He puts on his track pants and a tee shirt, heading out to the field. It’s cross country day, so you’ll all be going for a run around the school. And immediately, he sees you, your hair up, wearing your little gym shorts with those socks again and an exercise shirt that clings to you in the most perfect of ways. He feels short of breath as you break into a jog, slightly faster than him. He stares after you as he runs behind you, the idea of you running ahead of him being oddly exciting, enjoying the view from behind as your class continues to run. He realizes he wants to chase you. And so he picks up the pace, falling into step beside you, panting slightly from how fast he had to move to catch up as he greets you.
“Hi.”
You turn and smile at him, “Hey. You okay, cutie? You sound a little out of breath. Am I too fast for you?”
He grins at your teasing and shakes his head, “Maybe you should just slow down a bit so I can keep up with you.”
“Maybe I will,” you laugh softly, slowing slightly to move at a more comfortable pace beside him.
As the two of you finish your run and head over to the water fountain, Osferth can’t help but notice all the attention you’re getting as you walk, how every boy, and even some of the girls, in your class seem to turn in your direction when you pass by.
“Do you like when people look at you?” he asks curiously.
“Well, when it’s the right person, I do,” you smile up at him.
“So, um,” he leans against the fence beside the two of you as you stand before him, hands in his pockets. He bites his lip before speaking, “What makes a person the right person?”
“Well, I like them tall, kind of lanky, you know?” you begin, “Blonde. Blue eyes. Dimples,” you continue, making his cheeks flush at the obvious description of him that you’re giving, “Plus, a strong nose. You know what they say about boys with big noses, after all.”
Osferth’s blushes at the obvious innuendo behind your words and clears his throat, “You’re just describing me, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” you coo playfully, taking a sip of water, “How interesting,” you pause before adding, “I’m kind of a a sucker for big hands,” you say, gently taking his hands in your own, pressing your palms flush against his, the feeling of your smaller, much softer hand against his making his heart beat impossibly fast, “Your hands are so much bigger than mine.”
Osferth’s breath catches in his throat. Are you really doing this right now? He can hardly breathe. He thinks he might just pass out from all the attention you’re giving him. He realizes a few moments have passed without him saying anything and he quickly responds.
“I never really thought about it,” he mumbles before adding, “I guess I do have big hands, don’t I?” 
You give him a coy little grin before questioning, “Is it true what they say about boys with big hands? That they have big,” you pause, watching his face get even redder at just what you’re implying before you speak, “Feet?”
“Oh, that’s not where I thought you were going with that,” Osferth laughs awkwardly, his blush worsening even more if that’s humanly possible.
“Oooh, you were thinking of something naughty, weren’t you?” you smirk at him, the devilish look on your face oddly endearing.
Osferth sighs, “You just really enjoy teasing me.”
“Maybe,” you grin, “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
Osferth mumbles after a moment, “Your hands are really soft. Smooth.”
You giggle, “It’s my body lotion. It’s coconut scented,” you raise your wrist to his nose, “See?”
Osferth leans in slightly and gets a hint of the sweet coconut scene coming off your skin. Your hand, so soft and smooth compared to his, makes his mind drift off to just what that hand could do.
“I like to make sure I’m soft and smooth everywhere,” you give him a catlike little smile as you speak, his eyes widening at your suggestive words, his heart racing.
He can’t stop himself from imagining what you just said and the image of you, your hands, it’s driving him crazy.
“Are you suggesting-”
“Hm?” you say, oh so innocently, “Like my arms and legs, I mean. Were you thinking something naughty again?”
Of course he was thinking about something else, what else would he be thinking about? His mind is running wild with dirty, sinful thoughts and it’s all your fault.
“You know what I was thinking,” Osferth whispers, his voice slightly hoarse.
You lean in and whisper, “Well, that’s soft and smooth too, cutie.”
His heart leaps in his chest. Did you seriously just say that? You, the daughter of the pastor? You’re such a wicked little thing and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. And he knows you’re getting no small amount of enjoyment out of this, especially as you saunter off toward the locker room to shower, winking at him before you leave.
“I’ll be thinking of you.”
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Your words echo in Osferth’s head over and over as he watches you saunter away in those running shorts, those thigh high socks that drive him absolutely mad. Your PE teacher blows his whistle and Osferth is shaken from his reverie and rushes off to the showers. He doesn’t know if that was just a tease, like you’re so very adept at, or if you’re actually going to be thinking of him. He hopes beyond hope that it’s the latter. As he strips down and enters the shower, his head is filled with thoughts of you. The way you tease him, the way you touch him. He hopes you’re proud of yourself, because now? He’s hard, in the shower, and you’ve made your little game his problem.
Osferth glances around, making sure that the other guys have all left. He doesn’t quite feel like being humiliated by them for what he’s about to do, but he can’t very well go back outside with a hard-on. That would be even worse. At first? He tries to talk himself down. Tries to recite Bible verses in his head. The Lord’s Prayer. The Ten Commandments, even. But all that brings to mind is an image of him as a priest in a white collar and you in a nun’s habit, on your knees in front of him, extending your tongue and asking for your communion. His hand finds his length, tugging at it, feeling guiltier with every stroke as he imagines himself bending you over the altar, gripping you by the thighs as he rails into you, you crying out his name, begging for him to keep going. Sooner than later, he’s spent himself in his hand with a guttural groan of your name. Osferth shakes his head and finishes showering, feeling disgusted with himself. That was wrong of him, so very wrong. And at school?
He wraps a towel around his waist, drying his hair as he goes to change into his clothes. That’s when Edward approaches him. Shit, was he here the whole time? The brothers never really speak very much at school - at all, really - so Osferth is more than a bit surprised, but gives him a friendly smile, only to be cut off when he greets him.
“The pastor’s daughter? Out of your league, brother. Do yourself a favor and give up.”
Osferth glares at his brother as he walks away. If you’re so out of his league, then why are you constantly flirting with him? And not with anyone else, only with him?
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When he walks out to the schoolyard after class, you’re the first thing that draws his attention. Of course you are, and yet again, you steal the breath from his lungs, his heart racing and eyes locked on you. Your hair is still wet from your shower as you speak animatedly with your group of friends, all of them laughing at something you’ve said. It’s not surprising, he thinks, you’re really quite funny. You’re one of those people who others flock to. You’re like the sun, Osferth muses, drawing everything into your orbit. He doesn’t approach you, knowing he must look like a slack-jawed idiot with his red cheeks and lovestruck eyes. He watches as you grab that scrunchie of yours, tying your hair up in a bun, exposing your neck, so pretty and graceful, sending shivers up and down his spine. He’s never been this riled up from simply seeing something as seemingly harmless as a girl’s neck, but here he is.
That’s when you turn to look at Osferth, gracing him with a nod and a sweet little smile, your hand raising in greeting. This breaks him out of his trance; he tries to appear casual and nod back as though his entire body doesn’t feel as if it’s on fire from the slightest bit of attention from you. He feels a big, goofy smile spreading across his face at the fact that you’ve noticed him. And then? You say goodbye to your friends and start walking over to him. His heart races as you stand before him, smiling up at him.
“So, how was your shower?” you ask playfully, an eyebrow arched.
Nervous and excited at the same time, Osferth replies in a soft voice, “Uhm, yeah, it was good,” his cheeks flush when he remembers just what he did, “Yours too, I assume?”
“Mhm,” you nod, before leaning in, whispering secretively, “Did you think of me?”
Osferth is a bit shocked that you asked him that so bluntly, his face burning bright red as he stands up straighter, feeling like a deer in headlights.
“Y-yes, I did,” he manages to whisper hoarsely.
“Good,” you lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper back, “Because I thought of you too.”
Osferth feels a chill go down his spine at your words, though it’s not a bad one; he’s never felt so flustered, his heart in his throat as he mumbles, “Really?”
“Yeah. Thought of your hands,” you say, taking one of his hands in yours, making his breath catch in his throat as you lace your fingers together, your hands so soft and small against his, “Those fingers,” you gaze up at him through your lashes and add, “That nose.”
He feels light-headed, that same burning hot fire lighting inside him as you describe him, “Y-you did?” Osferth manages to get out.
“Mhm, and those lips,” you tease, moving your free hand to trace his lips with your finger.
The way you’re teasing him, describing him, all of it is just so incredibly arousing, as he whispers, “You like them?”
He knows you’re enjoying this when you smile up at him and murmur, “Oh, yeah, I do,” you pause before biting your lip and asking, “What did you think about in your shower, cutie?”
There it is. That pet name again. And God, his thoughts are so dirty now that it leaves him speechless for a whole minute before he can respond.
“You,” he manages to mutter.
“What about me?” you urge him on, your voice a playful purr.
You’re torturing him on purpose and he knows it, the way your eyes light up and you smirk like a little she-devil, “You were all I could think about. All I can ever think about.”
“Come on, cutie, be specific,” you coo.
“W-well,” he replies after taking a breath, “Your thighs… Your neck,” he breathes out after a moment, his heart racing, breath hitching at the sight of your coy little grin.
“Oh? What about my neck?”
Every time you bite that plush lip of yours, he feels overcome with the need to bite it himself, but he manages to clear his throat and answer, “It’s so beautiful.”
The schoolyard is empty by this point, not a soul in sight save for the two of you. You glance around before taking his hand and moving it to your neck, urging him to wrap it around your throat as you smirk up at him. Feeling your soft skin against his calloused hands is almost too much for him to bear as he lets out a low gasp, meeting your gaze, admiring how your eyes sparkle in the afternoon sun. Osferth feels light-headed almost, the whole situation driving him nuts. If you don’t stop teasing him like this, it might just kill him, he thinks.
And that’s when you pull him in by the shirt, pressing your lips against his. And God, your lips are just as soft and warm and sweet as he imagined they’d be as he kisses you back. Your arms wrap around his neck as you hold him close, your body pressed up against his as you nip at his lower lip playfully. For a moment, time seems to stop around the two of you, and he feels as though he’s on cloud nine, parting his lips, your tongues moving against each other’s in a dance of sorts. When you finally break apart, you smile up at him, and he does the same.
“You’re so cute,” you say softly, brushing your nose against his, making his heart melt, feeling as though he’s in a dream.
“And you are so incredibly beautiful,” he replies, “How do you… How can you be so beautiful-”
You cut him off by kissing him again, giggling as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer, whispering in his ear, “Put your hands on my hips, baby. Wanna feel them,” your voice, your touch, everything about you is absolutely intoxicating to him as he moves his large hands to your hips, doing as you say, moaning softly against your mouth as he squeezes; you moan as well, “Mmm, just like that, baby. Where’d a nice boy like you learn to kiss like that?”
“I- uh,” Osferth stammers a bit before laughing nervously, “I’ve never kissed anyone before, actually,” he blushes even more, “Maybe I just have a good teacher,” he whispers hoarsely.
“So I was your first kiss?” you purr in his ear, “Aww, I’m honored, cutie,” you begin kissing his neck, nibbling at neck, causing Osferth to let out a low groan.
“I’m,” he whispers, his voice low, “I’m more than honored to have you as my first kiss.”
When you finally pull back and smile up at him cheekily, you speak, “Well, I should get home, but give me your phone. I’ll put my number in.”
He nods eagerly, fumbling around in his pocket and handing it to you, inhaling sharply when your hands touch. He watches as you enter your number in his phone, your fingers moving gracefully across the screen as you do before you hand it back to him.
“Text me, yeah?”
Osferth nods immediately, taking his phone back, “Of course, yeah, I will definitely text you.”
His face flushes as you brush your lips against his cheek before flouncing off to your bike, unlocking it and riding away with one last wave.
“Bye, angel,” he whispers softly, watching you ride off, unable to believe what just happened.
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He stands there for a few seconds more, just processing everything, before he starts walking back to his house, only a block away from the school. He begins texting Sihtric as he walks, a spring in his step. When he gets home, he immediately goes up to his room, laying on his stomach on his bed, smiling to himself like an idiot, as he opens a new message to you, his thumb sitting over his phone for a while, wondering how he can tell you how amazing you are, how much he likes you without scaring you off.
Osferth: Hey, today was incredible, so, uh, thank you!
He doesn’t send it right away, just staring at the send button, feeling like a fool, when suddenly, you send a message.
You: I see you typing. Don’t be shy, cutie. 🤭
His heart pounds in his chest as he accidentally sends the message, then quickly types out another message.
Osferth: I’m so sorry, is that message weird??
You: No, it was adorable 💕
He smiles at your reply, before sending one of his own.
Osferth: You’re even more adorable, I think :) 
You: Awww, thanks, cutie 🥰
Osferth smiles at the nickname, feeling his chest tighten slightly, a comfortable warmth spreading over him. And then, he decides to take the leap and sends you another text. One that he hopes will go over well with you.
Osferth: Do you wanna go out? :) 
He takes a deep breath as he sends it, tossing his phone aside, covering his face in his hands, feeling somewhat liberated and at the same time, completely terrified about what your response will be. The minute he hears his text tone go off, he grabs his phone and reads your message.
You: What do you have in mind? 💕
He breathes out a sigh of relief. That’s sort of a yes, right? He quickly begins typing again, his heart beating so fast that it’s practically jumping out of his chest.
Osferth: Anything you want would be fine with me… Weather’s supposed to be nice this weekend! We could go to the lake and have a picnic maybe? And maybe take one of the boats? Maybe watch the sunset from the rocks if the weather’s good… :) 
He crosses his fingers, hoping you’ll like his ideas. And his face goes beet red at your reply.
You: Ooo, sounds fun. Maybe we can swim in the lake too? I’d love to see you without a shirt, baby 😉
Osferth: We can do that… Promise you won’t laugh at me?
You: I took pictures for the yearbook at once of your swim meets. Don’t worry, cutie, you have nothing to be ashamed of 🤭
He blushes even worse at your text, but feels a bit more at ease, now enjoying the idea of swimming with you, and maybe even kissing in the lake while you do so. He smiles to himself and sends another reply.
Osferth: Okay :) We can definitely swim then, if that’s okay with you?
You: Cool, so tomorrow at 4ish?
Osferth: Perfect :) 
You: Goodnight, cutie 💋
And accompanying your goodnight message? A selfie of you laying in bed, blowing him a kiss, with that cute little smirk playing at your lips. He instantly feels his face get warmer at the sight of you, his heart skipping a beat or two before he replies.
Osferth: Sweet dreams, beautiful :) 
You: Dream of me, yeah? 🥰
Osferth: Always ❤️
He wonders if he took it too far, sending that red heart, but you react to it with a heart. He locks his phone and lays back on his bed, grinning like a fool as he stares up at the ceiling. He can hardly wait for tomorrow to roll around.
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In the morning, he goes into town to do some groceries to make some things for your picnic, wanting the date to be as perfect as possible. And he sees you, riding down the street, wearing your tennis shoes, a pair of ankle socks, denim shorts and a white tee shirt. You’re dressed so simply and yet still look so beautiful that he finds it difficult to tear his eyes from you as you bike toward him. And you smile at him, that sweet grin of yours that drives him insane.
“See you later, cutie,” you wink as you ride past him, turning down the road back toward your house.
Osferth smiles after you, murmuring to himself, “See you later, angel.”
He’s actually going on a date with the girl of his dreams. And he needs it to be absolutely perfect.
Osferth makes sure to clean out his car, even going so far as to spray some aftershave in it to make sure it smells perfect. He takes a shower, thoughts consumed by you all the while. He fixes his hair and puts on a clean shirt and jeans, lacing up his sneakers. And after calling Sihtric for some last minute advice, he starts up his car and begins the drive to your house. 
He’s quite nervous about meeting your father, hands shaking as he knocks on the door. A few moments later, there’s your dear old father, glasses on and a stern but not unkind expression on his face. Before Osferth can speak, you pop up, ever his saving grace, and promptly tell your father that Osferth is a friend and the two of you are going to study at his house. You press a kiss to your father’s cheek and shut the door before he can say a thing.
Osferth takes a moment to admire you as the two of you walk to his car - you’re wearing a white sundress, pink sandals, and have your hair down, a pretty pink shade of lipgloss coating your lips. He opens the door for you, taking your hand as he helps you in, jogging around to the other side to start up the engine.
Osferth can’t take his eyes off of you and says after a moment, “You look so pretty in that dress.”
“Really? This old thing? You should see me out of it,” you wink.
“I’d like that.”
You giggle and suddenly, his face feels as if it’s burning up. Why did he just say that? You probably think he’s so gross now. But then? You take his hand that isn’t on the wheel, running your thumb across his palm before bringing it to rest on your thigh, smiling at him. Osferth can’t believe this is real. He feels completely tongue-tied. He looks over at you, seeing you with that gorgeous smile, forgetting how to breathe for a moment.
“Eyes on the road, cutie,” you chide, poking his cheek, the contact making his heart beat faster against his chest.
“O-oh, right, sorry,” he says, blushing again.
You turn on the radio, immediately singing along when what appears to be one of your favorite songs starts to play.
“I don’t mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain,” you croon, surprising Osferth at how beautiful your voice is, “Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay a while and she will be loved…”
He thinks he could listen to you sing for the rest of his life. Your voice enchants him completely, and he’s almost sad when you reach the lake, because it means you’ll stop singing. You turn to him, when he helps you out of the car, picnic basket in hand and pull him toward the water.
“Swim?”
He nods, setting the basket down the dock, following after you. His throat goes dry as he watches you strip down to your bra and underwear, admiring the curves of your body as he strips down to his boxers. He watches as you run and jump in, splashing him slightly. He laughs, jumping in after you, the cold water hitting his skin. He surfaces after a moment, seeing you a few feet away, and swims over to you. 
Osferth gently brushes a few strands of wet hair back from your face and whispers, in a sweet, earnest voice, nothing but honesty in his voice, “You look beautiful.”
You wrap your arms around him, leaning in slowly, eyes fluttering shut. He leans in too, the anticipation of another kiss from you being almost too much to bear. But then? You burst into giggles and dunk his head under the water. Osferth bursts into laughter and begins splashing you, earning a shriek of protest. Then? You surprise him by leaning in and actually kissing him this time, slow and soft, before ducking underwater. He looks around for you, pouting slightly at the fact that you’ve disappeared, only to be surprised by the feeling of a sweet little kiss being pressed to his shoulder. He gasps, turning his head to look at you, smiling. How is any of this even real? You’re so perfect that it almost scares him.
“Your freckles on your back are so cute,” you grin, making him blush.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, “I… Do you have any?”
You shake your head, “I just have this one birthmark on my shoulder.”
You move your hair to show it to him. Osferth swims closer, hands resting on your upper arms as he admires the little beauty spot, your bare skin shimmering under the sun, all of it. His fingers brush against the birthmark and you smile as he compliments it, saying how adorable it is. He continues tracing your back with his fingers, the two of you staying like that for a long while.
“Your hand feels nice,” you say softly.
“Thanks,” Osferth whispers, holding you close when you turn to kiss him again, pressing your body against his.
His arms wrap around your waist, your hands tangle in his hair as the kiss grows more and more heated. He’s so warm, a contrast to the cool water, and such a surprisingly good kisser. When the two of you finally part, you smile and wade over to the dock, suggesting that you eat and then watch the sunset. Osferth nods in agreement, the two of you quickly pulling your clothes back on. Then, he goes about setting up the picnic blanket and handing you a sandwich.
“Did you make these?” you ask curiously.
He smiles proudly, “I did. And I baked the brownies too.”
You rest a hand to your chest, “Cooking and baking? A man after my heart.”
“Just doing my best,” he says, “Is it working?”
“I’d say yes,” you giggle, moving to straddle his lap, kissing his cheek as you make yourself comfortable.
“I don’t understand how a girl like you could even notice someone like me. You could have pretty much any guy you wanted.”
You press your lips to his neck, moving up to his jaw, “Yeah, well, it’s you that I want.”
He wraps his arms around you without hesitation as you kiss him once more, parting his lips when you nip at his lower lip, allowing you to deepen the kiss. He rests one hand on your back, the other on your thigh, near the hem of your dress.
“Then you’ll have me,” he manages between kisses, “Anything you want, I’m yours.”
“What is it that you want?” you whisper, breath tickling his lips.
“I…” Osferth pauses before breathing out, “I want to taste you.”
You give him a coy little smile and lay back on the blanket, pulling him on top of you, “Then do it.”
Osferth gazes at you, lovestruck, before pushing up the fabric of your dress. He kisses your lower stomach before removing your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. You watch as his lips move down, closer to where you want him most. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before giving a tentative lick to your bare pussy and letting out a low moan.
“So sweet,” he murmurs, eyes closing as he moves back to taste you once more.
Your head falls back against the blanket as Osferth continues to lap at your folds, hands gripping your thighs. His motions are uncertain and hesitant at first, but God, when he gets going, his tongue moving in and out of you as he gazes up at you, this time it’s you who forgets how to breathe. You cry out his name as he fucks you with his tongue, the muscle moving in and out of you, bringing you pleasure like you’ve never felt before. His nose accidentally brushes against your clit and you let out the sweetest little mewl he’s ever heard in his entire life. His eyes go wide and he does it again, grinning to himself when you cry out his name, hands threading in his hair as you grind yourself against his face. Osferth increases the speed of his tongue, moving his face from side to side with an almost animalistic hunger, rubbing his nose against you, bringing you closer and closer to your peak, moaning against your skin with every flick of his tongue, as if he’s enjoying this even more than you are. Your pleasure builds and builds until finally, you reach your peak, toes curling as you all but scream his name and bask in the afterglow of your climax.
Osferth kisses your stomach again, helping you sit up so he can remove your dress, followed by your bra. Osferth lets out a low moan as he stares at your bare breasts, caressing them with his hands. You move to get rid of his shirt, then undo the button of his jeans. Osferth hastily pushes them off, sliding his boxers down along with them, and your lips part in shock at the size of his cock. It’s long and thick and part of you wonders how it’s meant to fit inside you. Seems you were right about the size of his hands after all.
Osferth blushes for a moment as you admire him, “I don’t, um, have a…”
“We don’t need one,” you say hastily, pulling him back toward you, “I have an IUD.”
He nods, kissing you, feverish and passionate, feeling your hand on his cock, so soft as you guide him toward your pussy. He pushes inside you, inch by glorious inch, spearing you open on his cock. He lowers his gaze to watch, the sight alone almost enough to make him cum. You look so perfect, spread open for him like this. After he bottoms out inside you, he stays there, just holding himself up on his elbows above you, kissing your neck, mouthing at your breasts, taking one in his mouth and suckling at the pert bud with an eagerness you find entirely attractive. Osferth slowly begins moving his hips against yours and God, he fills you up so fucking perfectly with every thrust. It’s slow and sensual and so very passionate as he makes love to you, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped around him, your fingers playing with his hair, nails raking across his scalp. He picks up his pace little by little and you can feel yourself nearing your peak once again, moaning his name.
“You’re so perfect,” he rasps, “So beautiful. I could worship your body forever.”
“That’s blasphemous,” you manage to tease, gasping as the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, making you squeeze around him tighter, “Yes, God, Osferth, right there!”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he teases, biting down on your neck as he increases his speed, hitting that spot over and over again until you reach your peak with a cry of his name, squeezing around him so impossibly tight that it triggers his own climax and he spills himself deep inside you.
The two of you lay on that picnic blanket for what feels like hours, kissing and talking about anything and everything. You finally manage to put your clothes back on around sunset and take one of the rowboats out to the rocks to watch the sunset. Osferth hands you his hoodie, helping you into it and holding you in his arms as you watch the sky begin to change its hue from blue to orange and pink. You rest your head against his chest, tucked beneath his chin, smiling to yourself.
“Does this make you my girlfriend?” Osferth asks, somewhat shyly as he moves your hair away to kiss your neck.
“It sure does,” you murmur, cuddling up to him as you watch the sun set.
When the two of you walk into school on Monday, holding hands, giggling and completely wrapped up in each other, everyone wonders how it is that Alfred’s bastard boy managed to corrupt the preacher’s sweet daughter.
Little do they know that it‘s you who encouraged him to follow you down the path of sin.
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florence-nomachine · 3 months
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"Santa, Baby" - A Mike Schmidt blurb
After years of hating the holidays, Mike gets a Christmas miracle.
A/N: Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! 🎄✨ This is just me writing a silly little blurb bc I’m sad yet obsessed with the idea of spending the season with Mike and Abby. They deserve the world :’)
Set in the 2000’s like the movie.
Word count: 463
Tags: FLUFF / GN! Reader / Not much really / Mike gets to be happy for once
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Mike couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed Christmas. It was no secret that it was difficult for him, working a minimum wage job with two mouths to feed didn’t leave much room for luxury dinners or fancy gifts, but it didn’t mean they didn’t try. They always put up a tree, a few decorations, and Abby got at least one present…Other than that, they spent the actual day watching whatever was on TV and listening to the radio. Then, he was usually back to work in a few days.
He hated not being able to give Abby the holiday she deserved. It killed him to think that the kids at her school would talk about all the cool things they got, whilst she got barely anything. 
He couldn’t even remember the last time he received a present. 
This Christmas was different. It was his first with you, someone who happened to have money at your disposal. Ever since you'd visited their house, you’d made efforts to turn it into a home - replacing the curtains, buying a new fridge - even spoiling Abby with art lessons. At first, Mike had been hesitant; but he saw the way that Abby smiled just a bit brighter, and the way slept just a bit easier, and slowly gave into the idea of being spoiled.
“Open it!” You buzzed, Santa hat bobbing slightly as you handed a large box to him, Abby engrossed in her new toy, but glancing up briefly to watch the interaction. Mike raised an eyebrow, blushing even at the idea of having a gift. Slowly, he tore off the wrapping paper, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he realised what it was.
“It’s a PS2!” you buzzed happily. “I remember you talking to me about how much you loved to game and had an NES when you were a teenager…I know memories of that time aren’t the best, but maybe you can make new ones..?”
Mike felt the tears well in his eyes, clenching his jaw as he trembled. 
You’d listened to him. Not only had you listened, but you’d remembered. You’d cared enough to go out of your way and get something that connected his past and present, when you could’ve just as easily got a cashmere sweater.
He felt twelve years old again; wasting hours in front of a tiny TV, shoving popcorn into his mouth as a gamed. His mom never understood the appeal.
With shaky hands, he looked up at you. You’d even bought him a game alongside it.
Smiling, you felt your heart break just a little, but you could see that he was practically screaming thank you. 
“Go ahead,” you smiled, watching as Abby rushed over to admire Mike’s new gift. “I’ll watch the food,”
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katzenmas · 2 months
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just imagine cbf!Gaz seeing you again after ten years. Last time he saw you was when you guys finished your GCSEs. somehow you still looked the same even after all these years. the loud laugh that you barked out in the midle of the supermarket made him do a 160 degree turn.
he knew that godawful laugh, and it belonged to a snarky mean girl he knew as a kid. she was awful, always making fun of him in some way or another, showing up at his house like she owned it, eating his snacks and staying for dinner that his ma prepared. you were a nuisance at first. just some kid that moved in two houses down. then you became a thorn at his side when you caught him staring at your old my little pony dolls.
that very day, under the hot summer sun, napes sticky with sweat and lips tugged into smiles while you and Kyle played with your dolls, a beautiful friendship was born.
both of you started school, as fate would have it, you were conveniently placed as classmates. always going to and coming back from school together. never once did you grow apart. during those eleven years in school you and kyle both got new friends, different friendgroups but never lost sight of each other.
but then he joined the military. he finished his exams and got his acceptance letter into bootcamp the same day. his excited expression fell from his face when he saw how you clutched the letter he gave you a bit more tightly. your eyes looked up into his, with white molten rage simmering in your irises.
' I will be protecting you! protecting the whole country' he was screaming. nervous hands running to run his fingers through his hair, small puffs of air heaving out of kyle's chest.
' Yes by killing other people who are doing the same thing Kyle! don't you get it? you are just a body to them, you will be replaced by some other idiot kid who thinks he can be a hero' your yell tore through his room. you two have been at it for hours now. his whole room was a mess, things were thrown in the heat of the moment, some old football trophy lay broken next to a sweater of his that you threw at kyle's head.
'please, just stay' you were much quieter, your tone pleading, begging him to reconsider. ' just stay with me, be safe with me'
next morning he took his bags and left for bootcamp.
it's been ten years since that. turns out you still live in the small town you guys grew up in, or maybe you're visiting our parents? kyle's mind is running a hundred miles per hour, looking over at your form, trying to notice what had changed.
the first thing he noticed was your hair. it was no longer styled in the edgy way you liked to keep it during your rebellious teenage years. it was your natural hair color, a few strands framed your face and shook round as you laughed with your shopping partner.
the next thing he noticed were your hands. your fingers more specifically. kyle was looking each of your fingers, trying to notice even the smallest flash of metal. of a ring. he came up empty handed.
before he could choose another part of you to analyze, the loud sound of glass breaking got him to look up.
the jar of pickles you were holding slipped from your hands. your fingers were shaking, eyes trained on him, frozen in stupor. kyle saw the gears turn in your head, he could almost see the memories of your fight flashing by your eyes. your friend placed a hand on your shoulder but you ignored it, staring kyle down with a cold gaze.
a few beats of silence streched for far longer than kyle would have liked, so he broke it.
'hey there! its been years' he tried to sound casual about it but it came out a bit forced, his voice sounded like there was soemthing lodged in the back of his throat. he outstretched his arm and moved closer to you, but was left frozen mid action as you turned your back towards him and just picked another jar of pickled from the shelf in front of you.
you did not dignify him kyle with a response, hellbent on acting like he was not even standing there. you shook your head and turned to your friend, a smile graced your lips again as you pushed your trolley past Kyle, never looking at him again.
' did you know that guy?'
'i dont think so, can't remember him' kyle felt his heart shatter.
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idk where i was going with this. it was supposed to be a smutty one at first and then i was like hmmm... haven't written agnst yet. so yeah.
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sweaterweatherever · 1 year
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Sweet and Sour (Tyler Galpin x Reader )
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Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB reader
Warnings: Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Thigh riding, choking, hair pulling and slapping. Unprotected vaginal sex. No daddy kink here because I’m unable to write it. I tried. I hope you like it anyways. Yeti reader. Post Hyde Tyler.
A/N: Poor Tyler, was he a catholic? He definitely gave me the Christian guilt. Yes. I hate Inglourious Basterds with all my heart, but I will respect the awful spelling the guy chose.
Requested: Yes. I dedicate this fic to the person who requested it, but also to the anon who called me a monster fucker. I can get much worse, babe. Don’t tempt me.
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The first time you walked into the Weathervane, Tyler was struck. The heat of the day made it so the café was having a slow day, even slower than usual since the whole town found out he was the Hyde. That had almost gotten him fired, but the mayor had forced his employer to keep him, citing that as a newly revealed outcast, it could be grounds for a discrimination scandal. Tyler didn’t care. The pay was good enough to compensate the lack of tips, and since it was the only café around here, it got plenty of outcast traffic. The owner was happy. His father was happy. The mayor was happy. He was…well, at least not in jail.
You came in wearing a soft, pastel colored dress, with a white sweater hanging from where you had it tied to your purse’s strap.
“Hi.” You say to him, all bright eyes and a smile. Immediately he knows you can’t be a local because if you knew, you wouldn’t be being so nice. “Do you guys serve ice tea?”
“Yes. We have plain, lemon infused and peach infused. Which one would you like?” Tyler takes out a plastic cup, already scribbling on it.
“Lemon.” You started taking out your card to pay, and Tyler used the brief respite to look you up and down once more. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, with your white heart shaped sunglasses perched on your hair, adorable sundress and glossy pink lip gloss. Total opposite of one Wednesday Addams. And maybe he was fucked up, he had no clear type or worse, he was looking into opposites of her. But you were pretty and smiling at him like he was a human being. Tyler was a sucker for manners.
“Okay, give me your name.” He asked, eyeing your purse. It was white, with a soft coral lining on the inside. Tyler could see your phone peeking out of it, wrapped in a light pink phone case. It made him smile.
“Y/N” Tyler scribbled it down, and you gave him a bright smile.
“You are new to town?”
“Yeah, my parents and I were checking out the place. They are going to enroll me at Nevermore, so they are meeting the principal. You look my age…” You cocked your head to the side, looking at him from beneath your eyelashes. “You go there?”
“I will be going there next semester, yeah.” Tyler grimaced. He should probably warn you, now, before someone else does. It would not take too long when they saw you, all pretty and innocent and consorting with the likes of him. “Look, if you want to make friends there… Avoid me. Please.”
“Not a Nevermore fan?” You asked, sitting at the counter and watching him pour your drink.
“More like Nevermore is not a fan of me.” He passes you the cup, and you take out a book of your purse and walk silently to a table. If he wanted his space, who were you to deny him? However, his warning intrigues you, and you keep stealing glances at him when you think he isn’t looking. You like the way his face dimples when he smiles and his eyes seem so genuine, you can’t help but find him attractive.
Tyler notices you looking at him, thinking you are being so sly. This attention is nice, and you are adorable, so he decides to enjoy it while it lasts. You don’t see each other again, not until the semester starts, and he is dropped off by his father in a school full of people who hate his guts. Which, honestly? Not that impressive for a school of outcasts. It seems you lose it once and go on a murdering spree, and suddenly, everyone is terrified. Come on! Their teacher was the one that triggered him in the first place!
By then, you had already heard all about how he killed a bunch of normies and almost maimed to death another kid, plus the charges of attempted murder against half the school. How he got away with everything, claiming it was all Thornhill, and drugs, and a bunch of legalese the public defender spun to get him out of jail, where he belongs. Yet, for some reason, you decide to sit next to him in your first class, looking prim and proper in your new uniform. Tyler doesn’t say anything. He warned you once, he is not about to do it again. He is a selfish creature, he will enjoy it while it lasts. The company is very pleasant, in comparison to his fabulous new roommate, who almost pissed his pants when he saw him.
“So.” You say, eyes crinkling. “What do you like to do for fun, apart from murdering people?” You ask, and he can’t help but snort. Tyler hasn’t laughed, truly laughed, since what? Six months ago? He isn’t really sure, but your attitude is refreshing. Nobody has dared to joke about it, and maybe it is because you weren’t here back then, but it’s nice not to be looked at like he is a monster. Even if some days he is not sure that he regrets it.
“I read, although not as much as you do.” Tyler answers, possibly betraying too much of his feelings by admitting he has been watching you. “I like to jog. And before, I used to play football…” His voice drops a little then, and you can’t help but smile at him.
“Wanna see something cool?” You ask him, and blow him a kiss. He is confused at first, but his eyes open wide when your breath turns into ice crystals, freezing in the air. “You weren’t the only presumed extinct, you know. Don’t feel so special.”
Knowing what you are makes everything about you have sense for Tyler. You are something special, something precious. A miracle kid, who with no doubt was sheltered and treasured. You are innocent and naive, and the idea of being the one to corrupt that innocence, claim the beautiful prize for himself, attracts the Hyde. Monsters like shiny things too. The urge to own, the urge to make his, is almost unbearable. And the more human side of him wonders what it would be like to get to hold your hand and maybe kiss you, showing you the same tenderness you had shown him.
He panics. Really. The idea of corrupting your innocence both excites him and fills him with dread. And so, Tyler buries his feelings deep and pretends everything is fine. He’ll just… be your friend. There is no harm in that, after all.
Turns out he was mistaken. So mistaken it is funny, actually. You start spending so much time together, everyone refers to you two like Y/N-and-Tyler, in the same breath. His reputation improves because how bad can Tyler really be if he hangs with you all the time, poster child for the discriminated outcasts? Besides, you are so sweet, so nice, but you wouldn’t stand for anything morally wrong. Your free periods are spent on the quad, legs lazily tangling together as you go over some homework or some book you are reading, explained with animated gestures. The weekends are spent at the Weathervane, sitting in a booth and doing the same thing, when you can’t get away with sneaking into each other’s room.
Tyler likes you. Like, as in, more than friends. There is something about you that reminds him of his life before, when he was one of Jericho’s golden boys, but without all the violence from back then. With you, he gets to be charming, cheesy, pulling blushes out of you left and right with clever words and soft touches. But as much as he tries to pretend the violence isn’t there, the Hyde still lurks beneath his act. He can’t help but wonder how dark the blush would be if he just grabbed you and kissed you, dragging his teeth along your neck, biting at your nape. How it would feel to have your hands on his cock, how flustered you would get if he taught you exactly how to please him. These ideas, they make him feel guilty every time you smile at him, yet Tyler can’t help but think about it. No amount of cold showers help.
The advantages of putting the fear of god on his roommate is that more often than not, he gets the room to himself. That means, you two can hang out there without being disturbed. Tyler is great at being a host, setting up everything perfectly. He tries not to think about how all this planning and organizing is something he used to do for the girls he dated, not for his friends. All the mental torture it’s worth it, when he sees how you kick off your shoes and climb on his bed, nestling yourself there and looking at the fairy lights that slightly illuminate the room.
“This is cozy.” You say, covering yourself with one of the throw blankets he has strategically placed there. “What are we watching? It was your pick this week.”
“The Ring.” Tyler smiles a little when you shudder.
“You know I don’t like horror!” You complain, lips dropping into a pretty pout. It’s convincing, but Tyler likes horror not because he is into the movies, it’s more because he likes the way you cling to him. Sue him. If that’s all he can get, he will have it. Tyler has never been into the business of lying to himself.
“And you know I don’t like Tarantino, and yet you forced me last week to watch Inglourious Basterds.”
“Oh come on, did you see Mélanie Laurent act? She is gorgeous and a badass. You can’t tell me you didn’t end up with a crush on her.”
“She has other movies.” Tyler states, getting into bed next to you after pressing play on his laptop.
“Yeah, nice try. Name one, that’s not Now You See Me.”
“Oxygène.” He answers with a winning smile. Tyler had done his homework. He liked the way your smile brightened when you realized he actually listened to you, and cared about your interests. “Critically acclaimed, or so I have been told.”
“Fancy, even in the original French!” You pulled him closer, and he went without protesting. You tugged at his arm until he wrapped it around you, and sighed happily when you were finally able to use him as a pillow.
As the movie went by, Tyler started carding his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your head when you flinched at some scenes. Forty-five minutes in or so, you decided you weren’t able to take it anymore, and so, turned down to lay on your stomach, pressing your face against his chest.
“Hey, it’s not so bad.” He grabbed a little of your hair, gently making you tilt your head upwards and trying not to think how it would feel to really tug at your hair and force you to expose your throat.
Your breath caught.
“Don’t freak out.” You said, closing your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction. “But I might want to kiss you.”
“Oh.” Tyler let go of your hair like it burned him. The idea of kissing you was a delicious one, but it scared him too. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence. As for you, you knew Tyler wanted to kiss you too, you could tell by the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips. That had been the reason you had spoken out. “We shouldn’t.”
“Why?” You open your eyes then, staring at him like a petulant child. You would respect his decision if he said he wasn’t into you, but you don’t believe that’s the reason behind it.
“Because you have your whole life in front of you. I would drag you down.” Tyler states, clenching his jaw. It pains him to say it, he wants you so badly, but he wants you to have a shot at happiness too.
“Are you like forty or something? Last time I checked, you had your whole life too.” You roll your eyes a little.
“I would taint you. You are pure, and good and I… I am a monster. I don’t think you get it.” Tyler says, eyes glinting oddly. The idea of innocence… Is he into it? Oh, that was interesting. You make a mental note to test it out after, choosing to let out a snort.
“I’m not as pure as you would think. I’m not innocent, either.” You state, looking him right in the eyes.
“You don’t get it. I have killed people, Y/N.” Tyler strokes your hair once more, trying to soothe the sting of rejection. This conversation is getting to him. Tyler’s eyes are downcast, much the same way they are every time he asks if you are sure you want to keep being friends, if you aren’t disgusted. “Dead. In gorish, gruesome ways.”
“Yeah, I know.” You sigh because this is too a recurring argument.
“Do you?” Tyler’s voice trembles.
“Ty, I know you.”
“You like this sanitized version of me, this boy who brings you flowers and makes you laugh, all gentle hands, but that’s not…” His tone gets angrier, this time. You aren’t too sure what you should say to soothe his fears. Sure, he went a little crazy back then, even arguing he liked murdering people. You know he is scared that might be the truth about him, but for someone who believes himself to be such a dangerous, uncontrolled murdered, there has been a pointed absence of murders.
“Not you?” You decide not to voice your thoughts, too afraid it would end up turning this conversation into a full-blown fight. Tyler frowns.
“It is not me. You might like this version, but as much as I am this, the Hyde is who I am too. And, the things it wants to do to you…” He hides his face between his hands, and your hands go immediately to pull at it.
“Kill me? Permanently maim me?” You ask, pulling at his wrists and looking earnestly into his eyes. You aren’t scared. Even that might be fixable, given enough time.
“No. Own you. “ That is muttered under his breath, as if he is afraid he is going to scare you away. Instead, you smile.
“Oh, Tyler, you should be more worried about the things I want you to do to me.” And with that, you lifted yourself just enough so you could kiss him. Tyler was a good kisser, unsurprisingly. He kissed hungrily, needy, with many more teeth and tongue than any other first kiss you had ever had. It was almost as if he wanted to devour you. It should scare you, you knew it, but it only made him more attractive. Tyler encouraged you to lay on top of him, sliding a knee between yours, so you didn’t have to support your weight and strain to kiss him.
“We need to talk about this.” He said, pulling away. You chased his mouth, pressing another kiss there. Tyler pulled away again, with a fond smile dancing on his lips. “Hey.”
“Mmmmm.” You answered, more focused on the way his mouth moved, flashing pearly whites, instead of the words he was saying. You kissed the corner of his smile, feeling him tense.
“We need, like, safe words and stuff.” Tyler tried to interject, and you kissed him again, this time on the lips. When you pulled apart again, he seemed dazed. “Safe words.” He repeated, less sure of himself.
"Mmmmm. Mine's whale. Now, you either choke me or slap me, but you have to do something.” And maybe you were being too cheeky, but you needed him to fuck you like yesterday. In a surprising move from someone who seemed to be so hesitant to join the program, Tyler flipped you on the bed, ending up with you laying beneath him, thigh firmly pressed against your core.
“The things I want to do to you…” Tyler pulled at your hair, forcing you to expose your neck. The roots of your hair tingle, white-hot pain at your scalp. You don’t complain, curious about his next move. He goes straight for the kill, dragging pointy canines down your pulse point. The idea of those teeth, better suited to puncture skin, rip it apart, sliding down your vulnerable throat gets you horrifyingly wet.
“Do them, then. Or are you all talk?” You smirk, slowly, dangerously. You want to rile him up. Tyler is sweet, but you bet if he lets go, it would be the best sex of your life.
“You are such a brat.” His hand goes to your neck, pressing on your windpipe just enough to take your breath, but not enough you are in any actual danger. You don’t fight him. Tyler finds it cute, the way your pulse flutters under his fingers like a scared bunny, eyes open like you have just seen a miracle. “Why do you like danger so much?”
You just look at him. You aren’t sure what to tell him.
“Answer me, bunny. Or we stop.” Tyler’s hand leaves your throat and goes to grab your jaw harshly. Your lips end puckering up, at the way he is holding you, pressing your cheeks together. He is genuinely curious about it. You seem normal. You have never gone on a murder spree like him, you don’t have a monster sharing your body. But whatever the reason is, you aren’t divulging it now.
“I don’t know.” You say, grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand again on your throat. Tyler decides to drop the theme. He is much more interested in the way your whole body trembles at the feel of his hand on your throat.
“Come on, bunny. Rub yourself on my thigh.” He orders. You stare. Then, testing the waters, always testing, he slaps your cheek lightly. It’s what you asked for, but you didn’t think he would actually go through it. You give a delighted smile, and Tyler can’t help but smile back. You must look like fools. Two lovesick, crazy, fools. “Come on, do as I say.” And because you are practically dripping already, with one of his hands holding your throat, you do as he says, slowly rolling your hips against him. “Good girl.”
Tyler’s grip gets stronger, making your pulse jump. You make a pitiful sound, and that prompts him to push your hair away from your face.
“Come on, Tyler, clothes off.” You plead. You were aroused already, and the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against yours is making you closer to orgasm than you would like. Tyler eyes you curiously, but he pulls back and struggles to take off your pants and panties in one go. You help him, lifting your hips. The cold air hits your pussy, and you feel a little ashamed at how wet you are from some kisses and rubbing. You look at Tyler, who has already gone back to his previous position. Does he want you to…?
Apparently, your thought process is too slow because he slaps you again. This time, it stings and you whimper.
“Come on. You got what you wanted. Do as I said.” Tyler calmly says. “Don’t tell me you are so dumb from riding my thigh fully clothed.”
You desperately want to please him, but the idea of rubbing your naked pussy against denims makes you hesitate. When you finally do as he wants, you can help but mewl, overwhelmed with the feeling. The material is rough against your clit, scratching at it in a way that’s almost painful. It’s like an itch you are desperate to scratch. Yet, you try to be careful, mindful that you are so wet you are practically dripping over Tyler’s leg.
“You know I can smell other people's emotions, right?” He asks, hand leaving your throat, just so he can come closer. Tyler makes a show of sniffing at your neck, mouth pursing in distaste. You surely shouldn't find it as hot as you do. “Doubt doesn’t smell as nicely as arousal, bunny.”
“But… your pants…”
“Make a mess, darling. Come on.” At that, you let out a tiny moan, and decide to do as Tyler says, pressing your pussy fully against his thigh. “Look at you, all pretty, getting my pants all dirty.”
Tyler doesn’t say it, but this is like a wet dream come to life for him. You are the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality, daring but shy, bold but still wanting him to show you the ropes. Maybe that’s why he gives in so easily, pulling himself out of his pants and rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance.
“Do you want me to fuck you, bunny?” He wants to hear you say it, but he also wants your explicit consent. It’s such a Tyler gesture, it almost makes you laugh.
“Fuck me, Tyler. Please.” You look at him shyly, playing it up. You can tell he likes it because he slowly presses inside, and you give a slight moan at the stretch. The roll of your hips is calculatedly unsure. Tyler doesn’t move, looking at you with a tiny smirk. “Ty, please. Ah…. I… Tyler.” You beg, and this time it’s not for show.
Tyler doesn’t pull out, choosing instead to grind his hips against yours, until you give a punched out moan and your body tenses at one particular roll. He has been cataloging your reactions, you realize. Tyler pulls out, just to thrust back in and hit that same spot time and time again, with scary accuracy.
He enjoys the way you gasp and arch under him, pressing deeper, harder. When you start to grab desperately at his shoulders, clawing at them, legs tensing around his waist, he brings down his hand on your throat, once again. He squeezes, hard enough to startle you and bring tears to your eyes. “Come on, bunny.” He encourages you. “Make a mess.” And so, you do. The face you make when you come has to be one of his favorite sights in the whole world. It’s enough to make him come too, thrusting into you and making you sob harder from over stimulation. You push at him weakly, and he takes another look at your face.
Mascara is running down your cheeks, lip gloss messy around your mouth. You don’t look innocent anymore, you look debauched. The Hyde grumbles happily, and Tyler knows. He is never, ever letting you go.
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Summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings/tags: mean girl who is jealous of reader, friends to lovers, absolutely lovesick eddie. this man is so in love with you!!!
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Eddie's waiting in front of the gate when you come out. 
You'd honestly believed you'd convinced him not to come. Five times on the phone you had told him he didn't need to. It's a long drive from Hawkins to O'Hare International Airport. You're on break, Eddie's probably busy; there's no way you'd expect him to spend a day chauffeuring you to town. 
But there's his van. 
Eddie is not dressed properly, despite it being November, clad in a leather jacket and jeans. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. You're struck with the urge to run over and kiss him. 
No! No. Bad Y/N. You'd gone to college four states away for a reason. Yes, it had the program you wanted and branching out of Hawkins was necessary. But more importantly, it gave you ample space to get over your longtime crush on your best friend. 
Mission failed, obviously. 
"Eddie," you call weakly, waving. 
He looks up and his face splits into a grin. Eddie meets you halfway to the van, taking your suitcase. 
"I distinctly remember telling you not to pick me up from O'Hare," you say, following him to the car. 
"How long have we been friends?" Eddie asks. "You should know by now that anything you tell me not to do, I'll do it."
"So if I had asked you to pick me up, you wouldn't have?" 
Eddie pretends to think about it. 
"Hmm. Nope. I'd still be here. Gotta make sure Hawkins' princess arrives safely."
He loads your suitcase and closes the door. Then he turns to you, beaming. Your heart does a flip-flop.
"Missed ya, sweets," he says softly.
"I missed you too, Eds."
He pulls you into a hug and you melt. Eddie’s warm and smells like that familiar spicy cologne you’ve been homesick for for the last three months. All the promises you'd made yourself about not getting soft and dumb for Eddie Munson fly out the window. You're hopeless. And he doesn't even know it. 
He releases you and opens the passenger-side door for you, then gets in on the other side. 
"This is pretty," Eddie says, turning the ignition. 
He tugs on the hem of your green knitted sweater. 
"Oh." You swallow. "Thanks. It's new, I got it at a shop near school. They have a guitar store, you know?" 
"Yeah? Did you go inside and wow them with your knowledge about heavy metal?" 
"No," you giggle. "I'd never look at guitars without you. 'S sacrilegious."
“Sacrilegious, huh? Am I some kinda guitar god?” Eddie grins.
“I’m not gonna answer that and blow up your already giant ego.”
“Ego! That’s it. Outta the van, princess.”
“No chance,” you say, clicking your seatbelt. “Royalty deserves proper treatment.”
“You called my bluff,” he sighs. “I have a hard rule about never kicking pretty girls out of my van.”
You turn to look out the window so Eddie won’t see your reaction to that. He starts the car and pulls out of the pickup zone. 
“Hey, so,” he says. “Speaking of guitar gods, we, uh… got a gig.”
You snap your head back. 
“You did? Where?” 
“It’s called Excalibur, ‘bout twenty minutes from Hawkins. Kinda feels like a sign,” he chuckles.
“A paying gig? Eddie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you gush.
Eddie’s suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Really?”
“Of course I am. I always believed in you. If anybody can be a rockstar, it’s you.”
Eddie glances at you, then back at the road. He seeks out your wrist and squeezes. He might as well be squeezing your heart.
“Thanks, princess,” he says fondly. “Well, so, what I wanted to ask is: will you come? I’d get you in for free, obviously.”
“Eddie, it’s a business—”
“That can afford me bringing a plus one,” he finishes with a wink. “Non-negotiable.”
“You want me to come? I’m not exactly heavy metal.” 
“Of course I want you to come, sweet thing. You’re my best friend and you’ve supported me from the start. I know it ain’t your scene, but you don’t have to stay the whole time! We’ll probably go eat afterwards and you can meet the others.”
“Others?” you ask.
“Yeah, well, since we got booked, we’ve been scoping out the place. We met this other band, Birds of Prey. The lead singer, Missy, she’s cool. Real Janis Joplin vibes, y’know?”
“Oh.” Missy. Of course Eddie had met a girl. You couldn't expect him to just not. Eddie’s a sweet guy. Funny. Handsome. Love of your life. Et cetera. 
“So you’ve met a lot of… girls?”
Eddie glances at you and shrugs.
“Some.”
“Like on dates?”
Shutupshutup. Eddie’s too clever for you to be asking direct questions like that. You might as well hang a neon sign around your neck that says jealous!
He laughs. 
“I’m really not the kinda guy people go on dates with, angel.”
Which is not true. At all. If you can figure out Eddie’s a winner, any girl with a half a brain can do the same. But you don’t tell him that, because you’re selfish and pathetic. 
“I want to go,” you say instead. 
Eddie lights up. “Great! Oh, awesome. It’ll be a bitchin' show, promise.”
“I don’t doubt it.” 
Eddie seeks out your hand, rubbing your knuckles. You smile despite the acute feeling you’re sealing your doom. 
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Friday comes fast. You spend most of your time before Eddie's show agonizing over why you love tormenting yourself. Then he rings you up and asks if you'll come over for a pre-show soiree. And because you're a sucker for Eddie Munson, you say yes. 
You've been to the trailer before. It's not strange at all for you to be here. Wayne knows you well. But for some reason, this feels different. When you saw Eddie everyday, you could pretend. His constant proximity was normal then. Now, after three months apart, you're a lovesick calf. It's just like when you'd first realized your crush on Eddie back in freshman year. You'd been an absolute mess and it'd nearly cost your friendship.
You've sworn not to make that mistake again. 
Eddie’s room currently looks like a tornado ran through it. Clothes are strewn everywhere. You dodge a flying bandana from your place on the bed as he continues to rifle through his closet.
"Eds," you sigh. "Does it really matter what you wear?" 
"Of course! It's a statement."
"But the whole point of metal is to not care," you say. “Come back so I can do your other hand.”
Eddie obeys. He kneels one leg on the bed and sticks his unpainted hand out. He’s got a bit of black kohl around his eyes and brand new spiked boots. You make sure not to look at his face for too long so you don’t do something really stupid. 
You laser in on Eddie's fingernails, carefully painting them with black nail polish. He holds his breath every time you get close, still as a statue. 
"Actually, the point of metal is to protest societal structures you don't agree with, like the government,” he says. “Metalheads definitely care if you're not dressed for a concert."
“But I thought everything in your wardrobe is metal.”
“Yeah, but—” Eddie gestures to his Metallica tank top. “This isn’t concert metal. I have a reputation, y’know.”
“Well, I’m not dressed for a Corroded Coffin concert either,” you reason. “I don’t own anything metal.”
You’d tried, for the record. You'd found a charcoal gray sweater and black tights. That’s about as close to metal as you can manage.
“That’s okay, princess. You’re so pretty, you don’t need to wear proper attire. I, on the other hand, need to look like I eat souls for breakfast.”
You cap the polish. Eddie thinks you're pretty.
“Okay, done. Don’t smear it.”
Eddie wiggles his fingers with a grin.
“You’re a doll. What if I pair this with my jacket? Or wait! What about my torn black jeans?"
Eddie gets up, hands poised delicately. He stops at his closet and pouts. 
"I'll ruin your hard work," he frowns. "D'you mind helping me look mean and scary?"
You get up with a smile. 
"Impossible. You could never be mean and scary."
"Way to crush a guy's dreams, princess."
You shrug. "Somebody has to tell you."
You gently push through Eddie’s “clean pile.” You pick up a leather jacket and a torn sleeveless top that says Devil’s Advocate.
“What about this one? You look nice in this one,” you say, holding it up to him.
“Nice? I can’t look nice! I’m not going to prom, Y/N.”
You sigh.
“Fine. You look mean and scary. Straight from the Underworld. Satan himself. Better?”
Eddie shivers exaggeratedly, grinning.
“Getting me hot under the collar with that talk, princess.”
“Shut it,” you huff, throwing the jacket at him to hide your fluster.
Eddie squawks, dodging the jacket. He wiggles his fingers.
“They’re drying!”
“I’m pretty sure they’re dry now, Eds.”
“We really can’t be so sure, can we?” 
You get up with a sigh. 
“I am not taking your shirt off, Eddie.”
“Well, ouch, princess.” 
He shrugs and in a second, pulls his shirt off. You immediately turn, looking up at the ceiling.
“Jeez,” Eddie says behind you. “‘M not gonna blind you. They show male chests on MTV, y’know.”
“I’m giving you privacy,” you say, face hot. “Now hurry up. You don’t wanna be late.”
You peek, just for a second, and catch a glimpse of pale, freckled skin and a line of hair that disappears under his jeans. Nope, nope. You are not going down that rabbit hole of thought.
“Can you at least help with the jacket?” he asks.
“I suppose.”
You take the jacket and bring it behind him. Eddie sticks his arms through, never breaking eye contact.
“Good?” you check.
“Perfect, sweet thing.”
You frown at the jeans he’s chosen.
“Eddie, those have holes.”
“Yes, dear, I know. I made ‘em.”
“It’s November! You can’t wear clothing with holes.”
Eddie beams, eyes scrunching. You cross your arms.
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he says. “‘S just nice you care so much ‘bout me not getting sick. You really are a sweet thing.”
“Well, I don’t want you to be sick over my visit.”
“Purely selfish reasons, huh? Tsk tsk.” Eddie shakes his head.
“No! I just—wanna spend time together,” you say. “And we can’t do that if you’re sick.”
“Alright, alright. What if I wear my lightly torn jeans? ‘S that fair?”
Eddie steps away from you, beginning to undo his belt. You panic.
“Uh, yeah, yep! Fine! I’ll go start the car.”
You scurry down the hall and grab Eddie’s keys. You get into the van. By the time Eddie comes out, the car’s already warmed up. He wears jeans that have significantly less rips. Eddie puts his guitar in the back, then gets into the driver's seat. He smiles at you.
“Aw, look at you, keepin’ my seat warm.”
“Because you have the blood circulation of a vampire,” you reply with an eye roll.
“Vampire and the princess. Now there’s an underrated literary trope.”
Eddie looks at you a moment more. Then he seems to make a decision, sliding off the cross on his middle finger and putting it on your left ring finger. Your eyes widen.
“Eddie—”
“For luck,” he says.
“But… I’m not playing.”
“I know.” He shrugs. “But if I know you’re wearing my ring, well, I gotta make you proud. Don’t wanna be an embarrassment while you’ve got my ring on.”
“Oh, Eds. I am proud. You’re doing it.”
Eddie gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Thanks, sweet thing.”
“You’re welcome. Now you really have to drive, Eddie. You’ve got a half an hour till your show starts.”
He checks his watch.
“Shit! Alright, hold onto something. We’re cutting this twenty minute trip down to ten.”
Eddie ends up making some questionable driving advances. Halfway through, you question if you should’ve gotten into the car with him. But you get there on time. 
Eddie ushers you out. 
“Eddie, just go, it’s okay. I can find my way inside.”
“Oh, absolutely not, princess. This crowd is rougher than The Hideout’s. Plus, I gotta get you in somehow. C’mon, pretty girl.”
Eddie keeps his guitar in one hand and you in the other. You’re practically glued to his side as he corrals you both to the back entrance. 
“Hey, Sal.” Eddie waves at the bouncer parked at the door. “Everybody’s inside?”
“Sure is. You’re on in ten. Better hurry.”
“Thanks. This is Y/N. She’s with me.” Eddie nods to you. 
“No guests, Munson,” Sal frowns. 
“Watch it, Sal,” Eddie pushes back. “She’s not a guest. She’s my girl. Came all the way from college to see me. Y’mind? We’re on a tight schedule.”
Sal looks at you. You hope he doesn’t ask questions; you have all the speaking ability of a fish right now. 
“Hmm. Fine. No tricks.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie grins, tugging you through the entrance.
“You lied to him,” you whisper when you’re far enough away. “Eddie—”
“Sweet thing, what was I supposed to say? Had to get you in. And I didn’t lie, okay? You did come from college and you are my girl. Only girl I’ve got, right?”
“But… you made it sound like we’re—”
“Dude!” Gareth hisses. “Where the fuck have you been?”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Chill, Gare-Bear. We’ve got time. Where’s Jeff?”
“Bathroom. Hi, Y/N.”
You wave shyly.
“Hey, Gareth. Cool chain.”
Gareth gives Eddie a look. You don’t know what it means, but whatever it does makes Eddie’s cheeks redden. He turns to you and squeezes your waist.
“I gotta go. Stay in the front so I can see you, ‘kay?”
“Why? Afraid I’ll run?”
“Nah,” he grins. “Just rather look at your pretty face instead of these ugly mugs.” 
“Hey!” Gareth huffs.
“Eddie…” you tut. “Be nice.”
“Not nice. Mean and scary.” 
He makes Devil horns with his fingers and sticks out his tongue. You giggle.
“See you after,” you say. “Good luck!”
And with that, you brave the crowd. Immediately, you feel out of place.
You’ve been to Eddie’s shows before at The Hideout. But this crowd is bigger and definitely a more intense scene than Hawkins. Most of the crowd is already drunk, or at least buzzed. They’re loud with excitement and unaware of their surroundings. You focus on not getting pummeled and on finding a seat up front like Eddie’d told you.
A group of girls push past you. The ringleader knocks into your shoulder and gives you a dirty look. She has long, dyed purple hair and black makeup. Her features are striking and perfect for the atmosphere. You wish you could fit in like she does, at least for Eddie’s performance. You’re starting to feel like you might be the embarrassment tonight.
“Watch it,” she snaps. 
“Sorry,” you mumble, and grab a seat.
Thankfully, nobody else bothers you. It’s only another minute before the lights dim. The first band is clearly very popular, judging by the howling cheers they get. Their frontman is covered head to toe in tattoos. You make a note of a green dragon inked on his neck. Eddie will like that one a lot. 
You do your best to match the energy in the room, despite not knowing many songs. Eddie’s played a few bands for you, but since metal isn’t really your thing, you’re lost when it comes to the less well-known bands.
After the opening act finishes, you see a curly head of hair poke out of the curtains. Eddie searches for you. You wave and he finds you then, giving you a big smile.
“Having fun?” he yells.
“Tons!” you shout back.
He gives you a thumbs-up and disappears backstage. The curtains part.
“And now, Birds of Prey!”
The group of girls who’d bumped into you step onstage. You clap lightly and stay seated. Their lead singer, the purple-haired woman, gets to the microphone. Missy. 
“You guys ready to hear some real music?” she laughs.
The crowd screams.
“Good!” 
They launch into Enter Sandman. Missy has a perfect voice for it, raw and raspy. You prefer Eddie’s voice, sweet and low. He always complains it’s not metal enough. You’re sympathetic but you secretly love that Eddie can croon, if he really wants to. Sometimes he does, when he’s had a beer or two and is sleepy with affection. Then he’ll sing along to Wayne’s Buddy Holly records. Your very own Eddie Munson exclusive.
Bird of Prey finish after a couple songs. You politely clap with the crowd. 
“And now, something fresh!” the emcee announces. “Corroded Coffin!”
You jump from your seat, clapping excitedly. The band comes out. Eddie dances around the stage, hyping up the crowd. They eat it up. Eddie’s born to perform.
His eyes find yours and he blows a kiss. You shake your head. After all these years, Eddie still flusters you better than anybody.
“Those ladies before us were pretty dope, huh?” Eddie asks the crowd.
They scream their agreement. He grins. 
“Hope you guys like Ozzy.”
Eddie is beautiful. He plays guitar like it’s an extension of himself. Everyone else is yelling to the lyrics, nearly drowning out the sound. You can only stand and stare. You probably look ridiculous gawking at them. But oh, well. You love Eddie Munson. If you look like a fool, so be it.
Jeff closes their performance. The crowd goes wild with applause.
You go backstage before the next band goes up; once the lights go down, it’ll be impossible to navigate the crowd. Backstage is thrumming with energy. You spot Birds of Prey first. Missy locks eyes with you. She struts to you, brow raised. You draw your shoulders back, braced for a fight.
“Princess!” 
Eddie drapes himself over you like it’s been years since you’ve seen him as opposed to forty-five minutes. You hug him back, tearing your gaze from Missy.
“Hi, Eds,” you say.
“Hi, sweet thing!” 
He squeezes you hard, curls tickling your cheek. Ah, yes. This is why you’re here.
“You were amazing,” you gush. “Really, really wonderful, Eds.”
Eddie looks like you’ve just told him he won ten million dollars.
“You really think so?” he asks. “Not just pumping my ego, are you?”
“No, Eddie. I loved it. Especially the Dio one.”
He grins.
“Oh, I know. Saw you dancing, pretty.”
“Stooop,” you whine. “Don’t make fun of me, Eds.”
“I’d never. You’re the best dancer there, angel.”
“Yo, Munson!”
One of the performers waves at Eddie.
“We’re heading out! C’mon.”
“Yeah, Eddie,” Missy coos. She looks at you. “Bring your friend too.”
Your stomach twists. Eddie turns to you.
“Hungry?”
“Oh, um… sure. Where are we going?”
“This burger joint. ‘S not far. I’ve been there loads of times.”
“With Missy?”
Eddie gives you a funny look.
“Sometimes her band comes. Wanna check it out?”
You don’t want to be a drag. Eddie is genuinely excited, hopped up on adrenaline. The rest of the band will be there too. It’s not fair to make him take you home.
“Okay,” you say, trying to smile. “Sure, Eds. Sounds great.”
Missy, luckily, takes another car. So it’s just you and Corroded Coffin in Eddie’s van. Jeff and Gareth chatter about the show and songs they should play next. You’re in the front seat, because Eddie always has you sit up front no matter who’s in the car.
“Eds?” you ask.
“Hm?”
“Are you, uh… h-how well do you know the bands that played tonight?”
Nice. Subtlety +100.
“The first guys who performed, Black Tar? Not that well. Their frontman, Beetle, he’s kind of a legend at Excalibur.”
“With the dragon tattoo?”
“That’s him. Staring at other guys’ tattoos, huh?”
“Actually, I was thinking the dragon would look much better on you, Eds.”
Eddie grins. 
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm.” 
“I have been thinking of getting a new one. You haven’t chosen a tat for me since freshman year. High time we continue the tradition.”
“I think a blue dragon would look cool,” you say. “On your back or something.”
“My back? But then no one would see it, sweet thing.”
“I’d know it’s there.”
Eddie laughs.
“Would you come with me to get it?”
“Of course,” you say. “I always do. Even when you got your bats from that skeevy guy at The Hideout.”
“Now Bill was a nice dude and dirt cheap. ‘Sides, my arm didn’t turn green, did it?”
“Thank God,” you huff.
“Always worrying about me, sweet thing.”
“Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t wreak havoc on unsuspecting Hawkins.”
Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Brey’s Beef. Big deals on big beef! the sign reads. Your chest tightens at the sight of Missy and her band inside. Eddie reaches for your hand and squeezes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah, yeah. Ready.”
Eddie opens your door and you curse how sweet he is and how in love you are. 
Brey’s is a tiny burger shop that looks like it time-traveled here from the 50s. You go with Eddie to the counter and study the menu boards while you wait in line.
“Their milkshakes are to die for,” Eddie whispers in your ear. 
“To die for, huh? Munson approved?”
“One hundred percent.”
You order a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. Eddie orders an ungodly creation called The Demon and a mint chocolate milkshake. You make a face.
“Hope you like your toothpaste shake,” you snort.
“Mint chocolate is superior,” Eddie shoots back and pulls out his wallet.
“Eds, wait—”
“No, no,” he says, pushing your coin purse aside. “I’m paying.”
“Eddie, no, c’mon…”
“Who got paid tonight?” Eddie asks, shaking his wallet. “Lemme treat you, princess. ‘S not like I get to do it much this year.”
Eddie pays and scoots you to the condiment counter. You sigh, shoving your coin purse back in your coat.
“Eds, I would’ve paid. You should save that money.”
“‘S okay, sweet thing. You’re worth it.”
God, how can he just say those things? He has to know what they do to you, doesn’t he?
“I’ll wait for the food, ‘kay? You can sit down.”
You glance at where the others are and try to hide your grimace. 
“Okay, Eds. Thanks.”
You take the seat at the end of the table. Missy and her band are in the middle, heavily flirting with the Black Tar members. As soon as she spots you, she stops. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
“So,” she says. “This is the famous Hawkins Princess I’ve heard so much about.”
“Just Y/N is fine,” you mumble.
She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
“Didn’t know Eddie hung out with your sort.”
“My sort?”
“Y’know.” She gestures. “Normie. Uptight. Did you even know any of the songs tonight?”
“Some of them. Eddie’s played Dio and Sabbath for me.” You turn to Beetle. “Your opening number was a really cool cover. Judas Priest, right?”
Beetle winks at you. “Hell yeah it was. Thanks, Hawkins.”
Missy sneers.
“Well, you know how to pretend, I’ll give you that. I’m surprised, though.” She turns to her friend. “Remember when that one townie wandered in? How embarrassing.”
Her friend giggles. 
“Oh, yeah. He was so jumpy too. God, what a freak.”
The word makes you feel sick.
“Eddie thought it was hilarious too,” Missy adds. She looks at you. “I guess metal’s not for everyone.”
“Lay off, Miss,” Beetle says. “Don’t be an ass.”
“I’m not!” she squeals. “I’m just saying, y’know, people should stay in their lane.”
“Eddie says metal is for everybody,” you say, stronger than you feel.
“Of course he’d tell you that,” she scoffs. “And then you’ll go back to college for six months and he’ll forget all about you. Eddie’s not gonna want somebody holding him down, duchess.”
And that does it. You can’t take anymore. You’ll apologize to Eddie in the morning for walking out but right now, you’re tired. If this is the girl Eddie wants, you won’t fight. 
Missy whines after you, syrupy venom sinking into your brain. 
“Running already, queenie?” she mocks.
Eddie told you once there’s no shame in running. He said taking shit isn’t heroic. If you can, leave. So you do.
It’s windy and freezing. You know it has to be midnight at least. November nights in Hawkins aren’t known to be mild. You pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders and walk down the sidewalk. Maybe you can hail a cab or something.
Something wet hits your cheek. You wipe away the tear. Another falls, then another.
“Y/N, angel? Wait up!”
Eddie catches your bicep, tugging you around to face him. Fuck. You’ve never been good at lying to Eddie. He can see right through you. You have to think of something. 
“Sweet thing, why are you crying?” Eddie pulls up his sleeve and brushes your tears. He looks devastated. “Princess, please don’t cry. Who did this? Tell me, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again.”
And you can’t help it. The name falls out.
“Missy,” you gasp. 
Eddie’s immediately confused.
“Wh—Missy? She made you cry?”
You nod, sniffling pitifully. This is not how tonight should’ve gone. 
“What the fuck,” he snaps, and you flinch. This is it; this is where Eddie chews you out for starting drama with the girl of his dreams.
“Oh,” Eddie whispers, eyes wide. “No, no, ‘m sorry. Not mad at you, babe. Sorry, sorry. I just—fuckin’ cannot believe she made you cry. How shitty can you get?”
“I shouldn’t be crying,” you say. “I shouldn’t, it’s stupid, I just—”
“Hey, hey.” Eddie pulls you into a hug, rubs your back in slow circles. “Stop it. Don’t say it’s stupid. If it made you upset, it’s not stupid.”
“I know you like her,” you cry into his shoulder. “I don’t mean to ruin that, I—”
“Whoa, what? Sweet thing, Missy’s just another singer. We’re not betrothed or anything.”
“But you said—over the summer—”
“Yeah, we got to know each other. But she’s just part of the scene. And there’s a bajillion people like that. She’s nothing special, princess, no way. She definitely doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“But she is metal. And I’m not. And I’m gonna go back to school soon and you’re gonna find somebody who knows all of Dio’s albums and plays Dungeons and isn’t scared of getting tattoos or piercings or—”
“Y/N,” Eddie says. “I don’t care about any of that. You could religiously listen to the Hot 100 like Harrington does, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Won’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you. Nobody’s got my heart but you.”
Eddie freezes. Slowly, you draw back to meet his gaze.
“You’re crazy about me?”
He gnaws the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but you.
“I, uh… y-yeah. I am.”
You hold on tighter because it feels like Eddie might try to back up first so you won’t have to push him away.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you confess.
Eddie’s eyes go big as dinner plates.
“Me?”
“There’s never been anybody but you,” you inform with delight.
Eddie’s smile is sweet and a little bashful. He surges forward, hands landing on your hips. You put your arms around his neck.
“Kiss me, Eds?”
“Anything for you, sweet thing.”
Eddie is gentle. He moves his arms up, trying to block you from the wind chill. You play with the ends of his curls. It’s everything you’ve wanted since freshman year and more. Eddie’s warm and everywhere. You feel him smile against your lips.
“Told ya you’re my girl,” he murmurs.
You smile softly. 
“Sap.”
“Oh, I mean, uh—” Eddie clears his throat. “You’re my girl in a mean and scary way.”
“Very convincing.”
“Thanks, baby. Wanna get outta here?”
You frown at the windows. 
“I kinda wanted to try those Munson-approved burgers.”
“Oh! Shit, hold on.” 
He hands you the keys and runs inside. You turn on the van, cranking the heat to four. Eddie flits from the counter to the table. He says something to Missy she does not look happy about. You wiggle giddily in your seat.
Eddie returns shortly. You roll down the window so he can give you the food and shakes. Then he gets into the car, blowing hot air into his hands.
“I hope you didn’t start a fight with Missy,” you frown.
“I just told her to stay the hell away from us.” Eddie shrugs. “Turns out Beetle chewed her out plenty.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh, yeah. You made quite the impression.” Eddie grins and nudges you. “You’re more metal than me, sweet thing. Gareth and Jeff are getting a ride back with him.”
You grimace. 
“I guess they weren’t too happy about us ditching them.”
“Nah, they were understanding. Told them I wanted to take my girlfriend home.”
You laugh, warmth flooding you.
“Oh, really. And what did they say to that?”
Eddie grins.
“‘It’s about damn time.’”
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raeofsunrise · 4 months
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CAN YOU DO CLAPTON PUTTING A TON OF THOUGHT INTO A SUPER CUTE LITTLE GIFT BASKET AND AT THE VERY BOTTOM IT CAN BE LIKE A NOTE OF HIM CONFESSING OR SUM🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
ugh yes i love this request!! hope you won’t mind me adding some holiday spice into it! hope you like it ☆ (borders made by @saradika-graphics)
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from me, to you
word count: 1.4k
pairing: clapton davis x gn! reader
warnings: just some light swearing! some absolutely cliché fluffy shit head ❤️
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clapton davis had never really celebrated the christmas season. he never hated the holiday, but it was never his favorite. maybe it was the advertising; the loud, bright commercials and ads on the radio. maybe it was the cheesy music. it was the one time he refused to listen to the radio, in fear the start of “all i want for christmas is you” would be playing. or maybe it was the fact he knew he was desperately in love with you, and he did not want to spend the holiday season alone. again. without you.
yeah, you were friends. best friends. his confidant. his partner in crime. but he could never deny that he wanted to take it a step further. scratch that—five steps further.
he could never get over the way your hair flowed on windy days. it wasn’t like those scenes in the movies, but it always made you smile. god, how he loved your smile. but how would we tell you all this? would he tell you all this? today was december twentieth. which means it’s not only five days before christmas, but it’s almost the last day before winter break, the twenty-first. the last day he can get to be with you before you leave for the holidays.
he had to tell you. there was no doubting it.
clapton davis was gonna confess to you tomorrow. and you had no idea.
but how? would he tell you face to face? no. he wouldn’t be able to look in your beautiful eyes if you decided to reject him. maybe a text? no, that’s too douchey. even for clapton.
then it came to him.
a gift basket! and a letter! what’s more romantic than that? he’ll do it during your annual gift exchange you both do and (have done for years) in the morning. he knows the way your face lights up whenever he gives you something small, like a piece of gum. how would you react if he gave you something actually meaningful? oh, how he could get lost in that question for days.
but there was no time to waste.
the sooner he got this off his chest, the sooner you might be in his arms.
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you couldn’t get enough of the holidays. that was the one thing you and clapton didn’t have in common, you thought as you walked down the halls, looking for him.
you were wearing your favorite christmas/winter sweater and a very festive hat. it was the last day before break. everyone was in the festive season, even principal verge. that…that was a little unnerving.
but besides that, you were completely filled with joy. school is almost out, it’s the holiday season, and clapton—
oh, yea. clapton hasn’t showed up yet. that wasn’t unusual, but you had expected him to be here as it was the morning of your gift exchange. you always met up at the front of the school, a while before class started.
you hadn’t gotten him a whole lot. just a cd for this new artist he liked. you could barely keep up with how many he listened to. he was never big on receiving presents. but since it was your senior year, you wanted to do something special. yeah, that was the reason. not because you had slowly developed feelings for him, but because it was senior year.
yeah, you couldn’t even believe your own bullshit.
you hoped that he would notice your little splurge and take it as a hint. but who’re you kidding? this is clapton davis. he would need a lot more than that. just as you’re getting lost in thought, you feel a tap on your shoulder. the tap turns into a shove, and you now know who it is behind you.
“finally! looked like you were in some real deep thought, there.” clapton says.
“yeah, thinking about crazy things, like where the hell you are since you’re two minutes late.” you respond, holding up your phone and showing the time. nothing could get past you.
he loved that about you.
“oh, i’m sorry. do you not want this gift basket that i totally haven’t been working on for the past day?” he asks with a tone and smile that makes you want to punch him in the face and kiss him all at the same time.
it takes you a moment to register what he’s even holding up.
it’s a relatively small bag with tissue in it, but you can see some of the gifts peeking out of it. the fact there’s even multiple things surprises you. and clapton realizes that.
“yeah, i kind of went overboard. i just…wanted to do something, uh, special.”
you take it from him, your mouth still open from surprise and genuine happiness. you’re about to look inside as you remember that there’s a gift for him inside your backpack. now you’re starting to feel like your present isn’t as good as you thought it was. you take out the cd and hand it to him.
“well, here you go. i know it isn’t much, but i wanted to do something special too, y’know? sorry if it’s—“
but he cuts you off.
“it’s great—amazing. i love it. thank you.”
and you can tell he says it with meaning. the smile, his tone, everything. god, this boy was going to be the death of you if neither of you didn’t fess up.
“well, don’t just stand there. open your gift!” he says, enthusiastically.
you smile at him, and begin to pull out the tissue. one by one, you start to pull out the myriad of gifts. your favorite candy, your favorite snacks. the usual. then, the real gifts stared to appear. hair bands, since he knew you lost so many, your favorite band cassette, and a bracelet he knew you had wanted for forever. your smile grows wider and wider as each gift comes out of the bag.
clapton’s standing there anxiously, waiting to see what you’ll say.
you reach the end of the bag, and find an envelope with your name on it. before you can open it, clapton’s already taking it out of your hand.
“don’t read that yet!” he yells, almost a little too loud.
you’re a bit taken aback by his response. what was so sensitive that he had to quite literally snatch it out of your hand? it couldn’t be what you were thinking, right?
“i mean, don’t—not yet. it’s special. for later.” he says, stuttering through the sentence and handing the letter back to you.
not sure how to respond, you let out a small “okay, then.” before standing awkwardly in silence.
“thank you,” you say. “for the gifts. i can tell you put a lot of thought into them.” you cross your arms across your chest as you say this.
visibly, clapton’s anxiety dissipates and it looks like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders.
“good, because I don’t know what I would do if you hated it.” he responds. you both laugh at this. thank god, the awkward moment has passed. “about the letter—“ he starts, but you’re quick to cut him off. “oh no, i get it. can’t have me getting all sentimental around you, huh?” you joke. he’s grateful you handled that situation, he probably would’ve just made it worse.
“i’ll catch you later?” clapton asks.
“definitely.” you say, smiling.
the bell rings, signaling that school is starting. dammit, has it really been that much time already?
as you both part to your separate classes, you can’t help but feel curious about why he was so insistent on you not reading the letter. it couldn’t have been that bad, right? as you slowly walk to class, your curiosity gets the best of you, and you take out the envelope, open it, unfold the piece of paper, and begin reading. at first, it’s simple.
“merry christmas. i hope you liked the basket. you better, because…because i’m your best friend. anyways, hope you like this.
-your best friend, clapton”
it’s written in surprisingly good hand writing, but in small letters, you can barely make out the words “flip the page”. interesting. maybe it’s a stupid p.s. or something. but you’re quickly mistaken, because as you flip the page, you realize this is no additional information. it’s enough words to fill an essay.
you read the whole thing, every single syllable.
you were sure that you had read it wrong the first time. so you read it a second time. . . and a third time. . .and a fourth time. nothing about it had changed. it still had the same ending.
“i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.” it said.
fuck class. class could wait.
you had to find clapton.
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hi mazzy! don’t know if i’ve written in about this previously but i was thinking about seth (who isn’t tho?) and his habit of giving his jersey to his darling to wear….. do u think that he’d purposefully buy more oversized hoodies or jackets and wear them more often so that he can give them to his darling????? personally i think its a rly cute concept!! the underlying possessiveness of always having something of his with them and always showing other ppl that they’re his. no one else’s. only seth’s.
YES HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!!!!! he would not only force you to wear his actual sweaters/jackets/hoodies but he would buy extra new ones just for you, douse them in his cologne, and make you wear them as well.
im sorry this gave me more seth brain rot,,,,, this dumb little scene just popped into my head i hope you like it 😫😫
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You opened your bedroom window, the same window that Seth made it a habit to crawl through nearly every night now, only to be hit square in the face with a soft bundle of cloth, enveloping you in a pleasant cloud of cologne.
Your surprised yelp was swallowed up by whatever the fabric was, and by the time you lifted your hands to catch it as it fell away from you face, Seth had climbed through the window and was shutting it behind him.
"What the hell-"
"It's for you," he explained, cutting you off as he made his way across your room to plop down on your bed, like he was the one who lived there.
You frown down at the lump of cottony fabric in your arms. You pull back part of it, letting it unfurl in the air. It was a large hoodie, a plain black material with a tiny version of your school logo sewn into the right side of the chest. It was clearly too big for you.
"Uhh... thanks?"
But then you flipped it around, and you understood. The back of it had his jersey number on it, as well as his last name. Seth watched you quietly, as he usually did, leaning back on his hands. You gave him a look, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.
"You want me walking around with your last name on all my clothes, don't you?" You accused as you bundled up the hoodie and threw it back at him playfully.
He caught it at the same time that it hit his chest, and his smirk only widened. You tried to remember if you had ever seen him smile outside of being in a room alone with you.
"Obviously," he said, setting the hoodie down on the bed next to him and reaching out a hand for you. You hesitated, but grabbed his hand, and he pulled you in closer, slotting you between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I sprayed my cologne on it for you. The one you said smelled nice."
The implications of that statement didn't go unnoticed by you, but because of the way he was suddenly avoiding your gaze, you let it slide for now as you brushed your fingers through his dark hair. "Well, thank you. I'll add it to the pile of your other hoodies," you teased, but he didn't seem fazed.
His fingers teased the bare skin of your back after he slipped his hands under the hem of your shirt, and he gazed up at you with stormy eyes. "Now come on," he muttered, tugging at your shirt, and the lowered tone of his voice made you think this was going to take a turn. "I want to see it on you. Only the hoodie."
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Hi! I LOVE the way u write leo valdez and was wondering if u could do an x reader fic where she gets accepted to her dream college? Im manifesting lol 🤞🤞much love xx
OMG YES I'M MORE THAN HAPPY TOO!! ANYTHING FOR YOU ANON-
⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ College Girls Do It Better, Duh!!
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content: leo valdez x fem! reader warning: language, like the smallest amount of angst ig, stress and anxiety (the poster children of senior year) author's note: hi little miss anon!! congratulations on being my first ask by the way!! anyways, as someone who is currently fighting for my life to get through this last stretch of senior year, I feel year. I applied to my dream college since eighth grade early decision all the way back in november and got deferred. and i know this might be hard to hear and i know i didn't believe it at the time, but it was honestly one of the best things that ever happened to me. It allowed me to take a deep dive on who i am as a person and find actually interests outside of just that school. now, i've been accepted to another college in the same city (boston girl 4 eva) with a scholarship that covers more than half of my tuition and under a major I actually want to pursue (marine biology with a minor in journalism for anyone who was curious). ANYWAYS i've yapped on long enough and you're not even here for this little ted talk of mine. please carry on and i hope you enjoy this little bad boy i whipped up.
this was it: senior year. everything added up to this. finally! we’re in the homestretch, folks! gods, on top of stopping the world from ending every other summer, y/n had to keep good grades up too. she was more than ready to trade leo’s sweaters for a cap and gown, counting down the days to graduation. a break would have been greatly appreciated but the fates were never that kind. well, they were kind enough to give her leo, so they couldn’t be all that bad in her eyes. though, the pressure was starting to make y/n crack in ways she didn’t expect; the pressure that comes with college acceptances and, sadly, rejections. she felt like she was falling behind a bit, a lump growing in her throat and her chest tightening at every acceptance letter her friends got. of course, she was overjoyed for them and she’d buy them cupcakes and celebrate their accomplishments but she couldn’t help but wonder when it would be her turn. i mean, she slaved away over her college essay, she maintained the best grades she could, did all of the extracurriculars she could manage, on top of being a two-time saver of the world. something she, sadly, could not tell colleges. well, she told new rome university, but she figured they got a lot of letters like that. but, for now, y/n just waited…and waited…and then waited some more just for shits and giggles. 
“today’s the day, right?” jason questioned as he walked with y/n towards their civics class. y/n swallowed thickly, nodding her head, although a bit reluctantly. 
“y-yeah, early decision round two comes out today for new rome. now, no more talking about it or i’ll pass out," y/n told him and jason laughed, bumping his shoulder with her gently. 
“come on, give yourself a fair shake. they’d be stupid not to-” 
“don’t jinx it!! go find some wood to knock on, sparky,” the girl ordered in a panic and jason quickly rapped his knuckles against a door as they passed, the poor ceramics teacher peeking her head out to find no one waiting. 
“okay, okay, no bad juju,” y/n muttered to herself following the boy's actions, taking a few calming breaths. jason gave her a sympathetic look as they took their seats, rubbing his hand gently over her tense shoulders. their eyes both went to the empty seat next to y/n before turning to each other with tiny smirks. 
“i bet he’ll get here just as the bell rings,” mused y/n, trying to rid herself of her anxiety with humor. jason pretended to think it over, before holding his hand out. 
“nah, he’s gotta be at least ten minutes late today,” countered jason and y/n shook his hand with a determined look. as the pair's eyes stayed locked on the clock, mere seconds before the bell would ring, leo came waltzing to the class, an iced coffee held in one hand and his keys swinging around in the other. mr. wright glaring at the boy, knowing he couldn’t give him the tardy he so desperately wanted to. leo made his way to his seat, kissing y/n’s cheek as he sat. y/n’s smile widened and her stress and anxiety began to melt away. 
“for little miss smartie pants here,” he hummed, sliding the drink in front of her with a wink. y/n took a sip, shaking her head at him as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. 
“lots of talk coming from someone who’s already been accepted with honors,” replied y/n, jokingly glaring at him though she couldn’t stop a proud smile from spreading over her lips. leo had a habit of underestimating himself and when he got accepted into new rome university on a scholarship to boot, he couldn’t really ignore it anymore. y/n was his number one supporter, buying him shirts and lanyards and pennant flags. leo rolled his eyes, slinging his arm over the back of her seat. 
“they’d be stupid not to accept-” 
“knock on wood right now!! what is with you guys trying to curse me?!” y/n bit out, shoving the boy in the direction of the wooden desk. leo knocked his knuckles against it whilst sharing a look with jason, who just shrugged. 
“i’m just saying-” 
“mr. valdez! if you’re just going to show up to disrupt my class, do not continue to show up!” mr. wright called, narrowing his eyes at the trio. 
“sorry, mr. wright, but i do kinda need this class to graduate. if i didn’t, i guarantee you i would not be here right now,” joked leo, earning laughs from the rest of the class. mr. wright’s eye twitched as he stared at the boy before grumbling under his breath and returning to his lecture. leo held his head high after that, knowing he’d won for today. 
the rest of the day seemingly flew past, y/n anxiously and constantly checking her email. after lunch, she sort of relaxed, somehow managing to convince herself that the email wasn’t going to come today and she’d just worry about it some other day. but, as she sat in her seventh period class, her phone buzzed on her desk. she didn’t think anything of it, determined to finish another math problem before she allowed herself a phone break. then her phone buzzed a few more times, her attention being dragged away from her math homework at the borderline constant buzzing. she huffed, picking up her phone before her eyes went wide and her breath tumbled out of her lips. 
there on her phone she had an email from new rome university which read, ‘today’s the day! log into your student portal as your status has been updated.’ under that, and the root of the near constant buzzing, were texts from all her friends. leo was typing in all-caps, something about running to her class at the moment. her group chat with frank, hazel, and piper, the three other people who applied in the same decision group as her, had multiple texts about wanting to throw up and being too nervous to open it. annabeth had sent a text too, something about y/n being one of the smartest and sweetest people she knew and no college acceptance or rejection could change that. 
ignoring all of them and feeling like she was in a haze, y/n unlocked her phone and got to work logging into her student portal and watching the spinning circle as she waited for it to load. bam! welcome screen, nothing new so far. y/n continued to breath, though she knew it was unsteady as she placed a hand against her chest, hoping to regulate her rapid heartbeat, which she could feel in her toes and hear in her ears. then she noticed a little hyperlink, informing her that her status had been updated. her finger hovered over it as hazel updated that she’d been accepted, promptly being followed by frank and piper. y/n squeezed her eyes shut, swiping away their messages and slamming her finger down onto the link. more waiting and then it finally loaded. she scrolled slowly, wanting to ease herself into rejection…
dear y/n l/n, 
on behalf of new rome university, we are pleased to inform you that you’ve been accepted. congratulations! furthermore, we’d like offer you a scholarship for academic integrity, blah blah blah 
wait- did that say accepted?! y/n’s eyes did a double take, which was growing increasingly more difficult as tears were starting to pool. her hands shook and she promptly stood up from her chair, muttering about needing the bathroom to the teacher before basically bolting out of the class. she moved quickly down the hall, her eyes darting around wildly until she heard the stomping of feet and the squeak of rubber on linoleum. leo rounded a corner at the other end of the hall, his eyes instantly focusing on the girl, on his girl. without a second thought, the two of them sprinted to each other, basically slamming against the other as they met in the middle. leo’s arms wrapped around her frantically, unsure of the verdict but wanting her in his arms either way. y/n curled into him easily, crying against his shirt, tears of joy but he didn’t know that. 
“so?” leo whispered after a moment, cupping her tear-stained cheeks and looking down at her with what could only be described as unfiltered love. y/n looked at him before cracking a small smile through her tears. 
“i got in. i- i got in, oh my gods, i got in!” she stated, growing more excited everytime she said it.
“duh! my clever girl! ooh, my clever college girl!” leo cheered, smirking down at her. y/n laughed, shoving him off as she reached up and wiped away some of her tears. 
“whatever, you absolute hammer head.” 
“there’s no getting rid of me now, baby. you’re stuck with me. wooo, we’re going to college together!” added leo, smiling down at her in genuine excitement. y/n looked up at him and leo could have sworn his bmp spiked, even after all these years. 
“wouldn’t have it any other way,” she mused, reaching up and cupping his face before pulling him down so she could press her lips against his. easily, his hands found her waist and pulled her closer, as her arms draped over his shoulders.
the bell rang, school being out for the day, and as students flooded the halls, leo let go of his girlfriend and cupped his hands around his lips, screaming: “MY HOT ASS GIRLFRIEND JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO A PRESTIGIOUS ASS SCHOOL! THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE!”
author's note cont. : I know what your all thinking, how could she possibly have more to say?!?! HA you underestimate my ability to yap. anyways, on a more serious note, I'm wishing you, anon and anyone else who needs to hear it, the best of best luck with colleges and whatnot. They'd be stupid to reject you and i'll proudly shove you all in my suitcase and take you to college with me. jk...unless. No, fr tho, don't let a rejection define you! Fate is fickle and will find a way to treat you to the life you deserve, don't forget it!! Anyways, now that I spent my whole night slaving away over this, I am off to bed, hope you guys enjoy and have great days!!
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sneaking around
Summary: You're the nanny. Dave York is your married boss and if he couldn't fuck you, he'd find something to fuck you with.
Pairing: Dave York x fem. reader
Rating: E
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Warnings: infidelity, smut (oral f receiving, penetrative sex) Food play (no cucumbers were harmed in the writing of this fic), dirty talk, sneaking around
A/N: Look, this is unhinged but I've been thinking about for a week so you're welcome I guess.
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The sun wasn’t even up as you stepped into the kitchen. The coffee was already brewing, thanks to Dave’s strict morning routine of waking up at 4:30 am. He woke up, went for a run, started the coffee machine and then made his way back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day, all while his wife still slept, unbothered by her hardworking husband. 
Of course this morning routine left time for a quickie here or there too.
You opened the dishwasher, starting to unload it when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. 
Looking up when you heard him enter the kitchen you gave him a small smile, before you continued with your work. 
Two years ago you had started as a babysitter for both York kids until Dave offered you a job as a live in nanny about six months ago when you lost your former job and place to live after your boyfriend broke up with you. 
Things…. Escalated quickly once Dave had you under his roof 24/7.
You felt his eyes on you as you finished unloading the dishwasher. A glance at the clock over the stove told you that it would be around fifteen minutes until Carol’s alarm went off and you had to get the girls ready for school. 
Turning around you found Dave leaning against the counter, a mug of coffee in his hand which he held out to you. You took it with a quiet thanks, taking a sip, your eyes wandering over his broad form. 
He was fully dressed save for his suit jacket and shoes. Wearing dark blue slacks, his bright blue dress shirt tucked into his pants. No tie. You felt yourself shudder seeing him wearing the belt he had used the night before to restrain your arms behind your back as he fucked you from behind in the en suite bathroom while his wife was sleeping peacefully in their shared bed. 
She (and you) didn’t know she only slept so soundly because Dave slipped a sleeping pill into her wine every evening. 
And you knew you should be ashamed for yourself, sleeping with your boss. A married man and father of two. But it seemed like every moment he touched you left your brain loosing the capability to think of any consequences. 
Your eyes did not leave his as you drank the coffee, handing him the mug back. He set it down on the counter next to him, tilting his head to the side. 
His eyes glanced on the clock beside you, before he approached you, making you take a step back his lips crashing down on yours as he helped you sit up on the counter behind you. You released a shaky breath, your arms coming to wrap behind his neck, your legs parting for him to make space for him. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he groaned, his hands running down your back, his hands squeezing your ass. 
You were already dressed for the day. A dark red sweater dress ending just above your knees, no underwear as always like he asked of you. You wrapped your legs around his back and he parted from your lips with a tsk. 
„Already dressed for the day. Can’t make a mess of these pants,“ he hummed, taking a step back. 
You whined like a child, having looked forward to a quickie to start this day right.
His hands let go of you and he brought his arms back, slowly pushing the sleeves of his dress shirt up, revealing his tanned arms.
„You’ve been such a good girl for me last night. I think you deserve a little treat,“ he smirked, before he went down on his knees, his hands pushing your thighs further apart and your dress up, his mouth diving in, almost attacking your drenched pussy. 
„Oh fuck,“ you whimpered quietly, your hands flat on the counter behind you as you arched your back. You closed your eyes, your lips parted, breathing deeply as Dave’s tongue drank from you like you were the sweetest nectar. 
„Dave… please…“ you begged, his lips closing around your clit beginning to suck. 
You were panting, dying to let your fingers run through his hair, but you knew the rules. And even though you were dying to break them, generally enjoying the punishment that would follow at some point you were so fucking close to coming you just wanted to be his good girl and…
You gasped in disappointment when his lips pulled away just as you were on the brink of your orgasm. You could still feel it in your veins as it slowly started ebbing away and you opened your eyes finding Dave now standing between your legs, his mouth wet with your slickness as he looked down at you. 
„What… I was so close,“ you whined and he pursed his lips. Amused.  
„Gonna fuck you,“ he mumbled and you peaked up, sitting yourself up, your hands coming down to unbuckle his belt. 
„What do you think you’re doing?“ He asked and you frowned. 
„You said you’d fuck me?“ You said. Confused. 
„Oh baby. Not with my cock…“ he said, turning away from you to grab something and your eyes widened when you found him holding a cucumber. It was at least 12 inches and you gulped.
You were just horny enough to not question him when he let it slip between your slit, rubbing it over your clit. 
You didn’t know he had the idea for a while. The kids were allergic to cucumber so Carol was the only one who’d buy and eat them. 
He looked up at you, finding your eyes watching him before you gave him a small nod and his eyes dropped down, watching as he slowly pushed the cucumber (which of course he had washed the night before, having planned this for this morning) into your dripping pussy. 
Fuck, he wished he had his phone on him, wanting to film it so he could rewatch it. 
You both were watching as he slowly began to fuck you with the cucumber. It felt different, cold, but fuck you were just horny enough to not care. 
„Look at you, my little slut. Letting me fuck you with a cucumber. Such a filthy girl,“ he praised you, his voice low, fucking you a little faster. 
You were now looking at him as he watched what he was doing to you, his eyes focused, his whole face tense. His lips were parted as he watched himself fuck you with the vegetable. 
He brought his other hand between your legs, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. You moaned quietly when you heard the alarm upstairs, knowing it was the one of his wife and that it was only minutes until she’d be down here to get herself some coffee. 
„Cum for me before my fucking wife finds me fucking the nanny with a cucumber,“ he snarled and you exploded, biting your lip to keep quiet as your orgasm hummed through your body. 
„Such a good girl for me,“ Dave praised you, dropping his lips against yours before he slowly pulled the cucumber out. Amused he looked at it, slick with your cum, bringing it up to his lips, licking off a long strip, humming in satisfaction. You were still trying to normalise your breathing when you heard the alarm upstairs being turned off. He turned away from you, dropping the cucumber in the sink, returning with a paper cloth to clean you up before he helped you down, kissing you softly. 
„Go on and get the girls ready. I’ll make breakfast,“ he whispered and you gave him a shy smile before you turned away from him and walked upstairs. 
And thirty minutes later as the family sat at the breakfast table and you were finishing the lunch boxes for the girls, you caught Dave’s eyes, his lip between his teeth before you both watched his wife cut down the cucumber for her breakfast he head fucked you with not even an hour ago. 
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judeswhore · 2 years
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tell me that i’m all you want; steve harrington
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summary: everyone in hawkins knows about steve harrington’s somewhat infamous past and with your relationship being new and a little devil on your shoulder you start to worry if you’re simply just his next play thing
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
requested: yes
warnings: none
notes: you can find my masterlist here.
“i was thinking we could do dinner tomorrow? and check out the new roller rink that just opened up, you can stay the night if you want, my parents still won’t be back.” steve’s voice was soft, a quiet whisper pushed into the almost silence of his living room. the tv was turned low, the images flashing bright lights over the ceiling, lighting up the room and illuminating both of your faces. his chin settled against the top of your head, finger tips tracing lazy patterns over the bare skin of your thigh. his touch was innocent, almost comforting, but the coil of worry that had taken up residency in your tummy made you think it was anything but.
you were tucked into his side, arm draped over his waist, the cotton of his yellow sweater warm and soft beneath your cheek and it would all be well and good, the perfect evening, if it wasn’t for your cloud of anxiety over your boyfriend’s intentions. his proposal of another night spent at his place sent a wave of uncertainty over you, your body growing a little tense, almost unnoticeably so because you weren’t sure what he wanted. you swallowed thickly, tried not to let your thoughts run wild but it was almost impossible.
your relationship with steve was still new, only a few weeks down the line and while everyone around you had made it known he was a different person, had assured and better assured you that he’d changed, you couldn’t help but question him. you knew all too well of his high school endeavours, had witnessed his reign as king steve, watched the string of girls that followed his every move, girls who always came away broken hearted but with a story to tell. steve had used them, had slept with them and then discarded them, had took pleasure in knowing he could have whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted and didn’t have to worry about commitment or long lasting relationships.
sometimes, when you let yourself fall down that rabbit hole, you wondered if maybe that’s what this was. wondered if steve was with you just to prove a point that despite his somewhat ungraceful fall down the social ladder since leaving school, he could still get girls, could still have them fawning over his every word. you worried that maybe his sweetness was an act, was a pretence to butter you up until you slipped into his bed and gave him what he really wanted. it was an awful thought because he’d never given you any reason to think he was only in it for sex but you couldn’t stop his reputation from tainting the image you had of him now and each summer sweet word felt like an invitation for more.
with the worry he only wanted you for sex came the even bigger worry that because you hadn’t slept with him yet he was bound to get bored, would grow tired of waiting and find someone else. steve wasn’t used to waiting in school, girls threw themselves at him even at every given opportunity and despite only having been together those few weeks you sometimes wondered if he was growing impatient, if he was tired of your simple make outs and wanted more. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you wanted nothing more than to have that special moment with him but deep down you were afraid if that happened that would be it, you’d simply become another notch on steve harrington’s bedpost and you weren’t exactly ready to find out if that was true or not.
“baby.” steve’s voice and the soft tap of his thumb against your cheek tugged you from your thoughts, brought you back into the room and you felt a little too hot when you realised he’d been waiting for a reply. he brushed his fingers lightly across your jaw, traced the very corner of your mouth and despite your minds worries, your body and heart reacted to him, skin prickling and chest squeezing.
“sorry, i-uh.” you coughed a little to clear your throat, pushed away from his chest with a careful hand to his stomach and steve’s hands fell to his lap, a crease appearing between his brow at the space you’d put between you. you watched the way he reacted, adam’s apple bobbing a little too harshly, lashes fluttering over glazed over eyes and a slow blush crept up his face, gripping his cheeks until they were dusted a light pink.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s cool, y’know if you have other plans or you just like, don’t wanna or whatever. it’s cool, i just-i just thought i’d ask.” his fingers tapped a little restlessly against his thighs, a somewhat embarrassed edge creeping into the corners of his words, eyes darting from yours to focus on the tv instead. he swallowed again, dragged the palm of his hand over his leg and his cheeks turned a shade darker.
something twisted inside of you, a different kind of ache taking hold of your chest at the sudden look of vulnerability that had passed over his features. the air between you was suddenly awkward, tense and a little heavy and you felt your own embarrassment creeping up as you geared yourself up to finally talk to steve about your worries and insecurities. they were messing with your relationship and the quicker you got them out in the open the better it would be, no matter what the outcome was.
“steve,” you shifted on the sofa, turned so you were facing him, legs tucked up beneath you and thought over your words for a few seconds. “dinner and the rink sounds amazing it’s just… this is the fifth night in a row you’ve asked me to stay over and i don’t know, i don’t know if you’re waiting for something.” there was a pause, a silence filled only by the soft hum of the tv and before steve had fully processed your words you spoke up again, voice a little less sure than before. “i don’t think i wanna be just another girl to you.”
for a few seconds steve only stared at you, blush still high on his cheeks, fingers still fluttering in his lap and then he shook his head, an almost pained expression passing his face. “shit, that’s not- this isn’t- you’re not just another girl.” he stumbled over his words, rubbed a little aggressively at a spot on his cheek and you thought he was trying to push the blush away from his skin.
“it’s just i remember what you were like in high school, i remember the rumours and i know everyone says you’ve changed but i don’t wanna be just sex to you. i like you and sometimes i worry that you keep inviting me over when your parents aren’t here because y’know you’re expecting something.” you felt hot all over, embarrassed about your confession and suddenly a little nauseous that it might be true but steve was looking at you with a strange expression, a light softness to his eyes you’d never seen before.
“my parents are never here,” was the first thing he said, a sad declaration that had long since lost any real meaning to him. “i’d still invite you over even if they were but y’know, they spend weeks at a time out of town.” the embarrassed tone was back, the flush now settled over the tips of his ears. “i didn’t think about how you’d take it, me constantly wanting you to stay the night, i get how it looks but that’s not it. it’s-its not about sex, i don’t want to have sex with you-” his eyes widened at the way your brows raised and he rushed over his next words. “i mean i do eventually, like, i’ve thought about it, but it’s not all i think about, y’know i’m not like a creep or anything. it’s just a passing thing it’s not-”
“steve, i get it.” you laughed softly despite the situation, ignoring the blooming heat in your chest at how endearing his rambling was. steve winced and nodded, dragged a hand through his hair.
“what i mean is, i’m not asking you to stay because i’m waiting or expecting you to have sex with me, i want you to stay because i like having you here. i really like you and i like being able to just be with you, to not have to worry about everything else.” he stopped, swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and then held his hand out, palm up. you slipped your fingers over his, let him pull you into his side again, his warmth settling over you. “i was a douchebag in high school but i’m not that guy anymore, i understand that my reputation is pretty shit but i know how i feel about you. i know that i want you and only you and i don’t care if you never wanna have sex with me because i like the way you make me feel. it’s ridiculous, things have been shit these past few years but you make things quiet, you make me quiet. when i’m with you i’m not worrying about the kids or my parents or the fact i have a shitty job i’m just thinking about you and all the ways that you make me feel right.”
you blinked, heart in your throat, a blissful happiness floating through your blood because his words had settled something inside of you, had eased all your worries that steve was only in it for his own selfish gain. he was looking at you like you hung the moon, like you’d gifted him the stars and the universe right into the palm of his hand. his hair was falling on to his forehead and with deft fingers your pushed it back, carded your fingers through the soft strands and pushed impossibly closer to him.
“steve.” his name fell against his own lips because you were kissing him, slow and languid, heated brushes of your mouth over his. his hands pressed warm against your back, burning through your shirt branding himself into your skin with a single touch.
“i should have made it clearer, that this wasn’t about sex that there were no ulterior motives to me wanting you here other than you making me feel less lonely. i like you a stupid amount.” you laughed softly into his mouth, let him nuzzle his nose over yours with his own gentle smile.
“i should have told you how i felt but i was afraid if i told you you’d tell me i was right.” his smile suddenly turned cheeky, eyes sparking a little mischievously. he kissed your cheek, peppered soft pecks to the corner of your mouth.
“when are you ever right?”
“you really wanna ruin this?”
“..no.” he kissed you hard and full on the mouth, cupped your jaw and rubbed your chin with his thumb. “you’re not just another girl, this isn’t just some silly high school romance. it’s real with you.” he paused and the smile he sent you was somewhat shy. “when you’re here, when i get to wake up to you and go to sleep with you, when we cook and you sing terribly into a wooden spoon it makes everything feel okay. sometimes i like to imagine this is how it’ll always be because i don’t plan on letting you go.”
and he didn’t. steve liked you a scary amount, liked you more than he was willing to admit in that moment but he was certain he didn’t ever want to lose you. he wanted you and the comfort you brought him for as long as possible because it was only with you that he felt he could breathe again.
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rosewoodtheseer · 7 months
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Me and My Husband-Chapter 1
Summary + series masterlist
Main masterlist
Chapter 2 / chapter 3
This is a slow burn wolfstar x reader/arranged marriage au
Word count : 2,724
The Marauders had all piled up into a carriage of the Hogwarts Express, sweets and lollies littering the seats and floor as they talked all about their break from school. Sirius had of course spent most of his break with the Potters once again before having to go back home before the start of their new school year. "We went to this muggle movie theatre and it was amazing, I've never been to one before" Sirius was currently spouting out about all the things he had done with James, not having a chance to do those kinds of things in his own home. "It was quite fun until we almost got kicked out because Padfoot here wouldn't shut up!" James spoke up with a humorous tone. "Well enough about that, how did your guys break go?" Sirius asked the other two boys after giving James a slight shove. Remus spoke up first "I went to visit my grandparents, they live out in the countryside, so it was nice to have some peace and quiet finally" Peter timidly spoke, a hint of concern in his voice. "Did you handle the full moons alright?" Remus gave a slight nod "it's a pretty secluded area, plus lots of room to run around" He gave Peter a smile to ease up any concern he had for the young Werewolf.
The rest of the trip was filled with mindless talk about more stuff that happened during their break, what kind of pranks they were planning this year and of course relationships. Sirius seemed to stiffen as soon as the topic had been brought up. Peter droned on about his new hufflepuff girlfriend he had gotten at the end of last year before asking the others if they had any crushes or anything. "Well I can't say I have one yet, but who knows this year I might get lucky" James said with a huge dorky grin on his face. After being rejected by Lily Evans far too many times the boy had decided it was best to move on, and now without the constant attempts to gain her affection they had become close friends. Sirius hadn't contributed much to the conversation though, in fact he hadn't spoken a word since Peter had brought the topic up. Although James and Peter didn't notice, the two boys continued with meaningless conversation. Remus on the other hand had noticed how Sirius was unusually quiet, his stormy eyes didn't look away from the window he was leaning against until the scarred hand of the tall boy touched his knee gently "you alright padfoot?" Remus's soft voice had always been pleasant to his ears. Sirius gave a small nod and faked a smile, though Remus could always tell when someone was faking a smile he just always knew, tilting his head as his eyebrows furrowed, clearly not believing what he had said. It scared Sirius just how much of an open book he seemed to Remus, though he guessed everyone felt that way about the tall boy. He knew Remus knew he was lying, he leant down towards him "I'm here if you need anything Sirius" giving him a soft smile, everything about Remus Lupin was soft, his hair, his voice, his warm skin and even the sweaters he always wore. Thankfully though he didn't press on, just leaving his large warm hand on Sirius's knee.
The train ride had come to an end soon after that, the four rowdy boys rushing off the train. All laughing like madmen at some stupid joke James had said. "Let's get to hogwarts quickly I'm starved" Sirius said with an over dramatic and drawn out sigh, James slung his arm around him as a laugh was drawn out from him "yeah because you totally didn't have enough from the trolley" Sirius elbowed him in the side, although that did nothing to discourage James. "Yeah padfoot you would've brought her whole stock if Moony hadn't stopped you" Peters jab had James cracking up all over again. Even Remus let out a small laugh, though Sirius just huffed "you're all the worst" shaking his head at his three friends. "Yeah but you'd be lost without us" James stated, ruffling up the hair of his best friend. As they continued walking Sirius caught sight of the one person he dreaded seeing around the school other than his younger brother, Y/n l/n, or as he referred to her since their last meeting during their break, the absolute bane of his existence. The sight of the expensive jewellery she wore on her hand made his thoughts bubble with anger, she was just as pompous and up herself as ever. He quickly dismissed the thoughts of her, not wanting to think more of it.
The four friends eventually found their way to the great hall, watching on as new 1st years were getting sorted. The boys were certainly the loudest when new students were sorted into Gryffindor. After the sorting and the same speech Dumbledore gave every year the feast had begun, everyone digging in and talking loudly with the people around them. Once the boys had finished eating they rushed to their dorm room, already excited to start planning out pranks for their last year. They all fell asleep quicker then they had initially planned on, the adrenalin wearing off as they started to crash out, barely out of their clothes or under their covers. Remus fell asleep sitting at his desk, his head leaning against his sweater he was using as a makeshift pillow. James was sitting upright, leant against the headboard of his bed, Sirius had crashed out at the end of James bed, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. And Peter had fallen asleep on his own bed, though lying on top of the covers in nothing but sweat pants he had changed into.
They woke up later than usual, all stiff and sore from the uncomfortable positions they slept in, except for Peter, he was just cold. They all got dressed and decided to go down to the courtyard, they had the entire weekend to settle back in before 7th year classes started. Which they were all eternally grateful for. The Marauders made their way outside, laughing and joking around as usual. Finding somewhere nice to sit they picked back up their conversation from last night. "So this year everything needs to be bigger and better boys" James announced, clapping his hands together "I was thinking that prank we did last year on Snivellus, when we turned his uniform bright pink for the whole day, was pretty good but we could definitely top that". As soon as he finished the four boys all had that same classic Marauders look on their faces that screamed they were up to no good and to steer clear. Sirius shot up "how about we make it rainbow and glitter" Peter laughed and added on "yeah we could even add frills this time" that sent the boys into a crazed fit of laughter all except Remus. It wasn't that he was against the idea, it was more that he had something else in mind "or we could turn his uniform into the girl's one" despite his voice not being as loud as the others, their laughter had completely stopped. Wide devious smiles quickly covered the shocked looks they gave him "Merlin Remus you're a bloody genius!" James shouted, as he ruffled his hair up in approval.
They continued talking about how they'd pull it off when James noticed none other than Lily Evans walking through the courtyard "hey Lily!" James shouted out without a second thought. Lily's head shot up and she smiled at the boys walking over with one of her friends she had been talking to. "Hello boys, I hope the break treated you all well" the boys responded with simple answers of head nods and even a thumbs up from Remus. Sirius had finally noticed who Lily just so happened to drag along with her, of course it just had to be her, Y/n. "Mind if we sit with you guys?" Lily asked, her tone as sweet as always. Sirius would have denied her, almost saying how they were planning some 'Marauders' stuff. But of course James beat him to it "of course not, go for it ladies" he smiled at the two girls as they sat down. Sirius was angry at this, not at James for letting her sit with them, but at Y/n for thinking she could just sit near him so casually.
Sirius couldn't help the hateful glare as he watched the girl in front of him, seemingly avoiding conversation with the rest of the Marauders. All he could focus on was the girl he deemed to be the bane of his existence talking away with Lily, the two only met because of Lily's best friend Severus due to the two being in Slytherin. His stormy eyes held a gaze with the glittering gem on her left ring finger, acting as a constant and cruel reminder of his unwanted fate. Remus of course had noticed, he always did when Sirius's mood suddenly changed. The Werewolf leant down to whisper into said boys ear "You know if you keep brooding at her you're going to burn holes into the back of her head" he let out a soft huff of amusement as the boy looked back over at him, an incredulous look on his face "I'm not brooding, I just don't like her" Remus had that look on his face, the kind of look that said yeah that's totally it. The boy shook his head leaving the over dramatic boy to continue his not brooding session.
Y/n knew Sirius was glaring, she could feel his eyes on her as soon as she sat down with Lily. She tried to ignore it, instead choosing to focus on her conversation with said girl about their breaks, the muggle born witch always asked about the balls and events Y/n went to. Neither minded talking about it, Lily got an inside view of what rich and exclusive Pure Blood gatherings were like and Y/n was able to boast about the overly expensive dresses and jewellery she wore to each event and how pretty she felt in them. She was able to ignore the glaring eyes that seemed almost harsh enough to feel in her skull, until Lily had pointed it out "you know Sirius has been staring at you this entire time" the Slytherin didn't spare a glance at the mentioned boy "I'm well aware, he's been doing that a lot lately, I have no idea why" she let out a scoff at the end of her sentence. As much as she liked to talk about every little detail that happened during her break to Lily. The one thing she just so happened to leave out was the meeting between both her family and the Blacks. When Y/n's left hand combed through her hair brushing it back giving Sirius a perfect view of the beautiful ring he had come to hate, and of course he had taken it as a personal insult, as if she was flaunting the expensive jewel on her finger to dig the knife deeper into him. And that kind of insult wasn't something he had taken very lightly as something seemed to snap inside him, the black haired boy stood up abruptly walking over to the two girls "may I have a word with you l/n" his stormy grey eyes filled with hatred and disgust met the dull and harsh eyes of the girl he stared down, awaiting an answer from her. "With all due respect Black I'm currently busy" despite the two seeming to hate each other's guts, they always still acted formal with each other, years of being raised by pure blood families leaving its mark on the two teens."Yes well it's a very urgent matter Y/n" at the use of her first name she sighed and stood from her seat next to Lily, Sirius had only ever seemed to use her first name when he was beyond angry at her "i'll be back soon Lily" the girl just smiled and nodded joining the conversation with the rest of the marauders as Sirius dragged her away. Remus noticed the tight grip his friend had on the girl's wrist, he felt a tinge of worry creeping up on him, though he seemed to be the only one who noticed, not even Lily had noticed how Sirius pulled away the girl she was just talking to a second ago. Remus knew he was overly perceptive sometimes to his own detriment, so he softly interrupted the group's chatter with the excuse of going to the bathroom. Only to follow the two teens who had just left, stopping just before turning the corner peeking over slightly to see the people he was looking for.
Sirius had cornered Y/n against the wall, not wanting to let her leave until he spoke to her "do you seriously have to wear that stupid ring everywhere" he scoffed down at her, disgust clear in his voice. The Slytherin rolled her eyes at the boy "my parents wanted me to, it's not like I could say no to them, you know what will happen if Regulus finds out you're not wearing yours, do you really want your parents to find out" it was now Sirius's turn to roll his eyes "that doesn't mean you have to flaunt it around and keep reminding me of it" the girls face morphed from slightly irritated to furious "Excuse me! You think I'm flaunting it, as if I ever wanted this, as if I like this any more than you do!" Her voice kept rising in octaves as she yelled at the boy in front of her. "All I'm saying is you seem far too comfortable wearing that to be too upset about it" he leaned down into her face, it was clear to Y/n he was trying to intimidate her, there was a pause of silence before a loud slap rang out in the empty corridor they had found themselves in. Sirius's hand shooting up to hold his now reddening and sore face "you prick! Stop speaking to me like that, as if you know anything about me, it's like you think it's my life's dream to be betrothed and bear children to some moronic teenage boy I hate, simply to uphold our stupid pure-blood lineage!" Sirius was too stunned to speak, he didn't know if it was because of the slap, the angry words the usually quiet girl had yelled at him, or the tears that were now violently streaming down her face. Y/n turned away from him, face red and hot from her anger and tears, in doing so she had locked eyes with none other than Remus Lupin who was standing at the end of the corridor in shock only slightly out of view, both their eyes widening as their eyes locked. Y/n letting out a shocked gasp had alerted Sirius, whose head shot over to look at Remus, the tall Werewolf looking between the two, a slight bit of fear etched on his face at being caught. He looked down "sorry, I didn't mean to overhear anything, I was just worried about you" he didn't say who exactly he was talking about, eyes locking onto the floor. Though Remus himself didn't know who he was talking about either, only looking up when he heard the sudden movement of feet, watching as Y/n shoved Sirius away from her. Finally being freed from against the wall, she took off in the other direction, unable to contain her violent sobbing. Remus looked awkwardly at Sirius as he slowly made his way over, the taller boy staying still in his spot "you can't tell the others about this, can you promise me that Moony?" Remus seemed shocked, while he looked at Sirius. He seemed so vulnerable and scared, almost weak even as a few tears leaked down his face "I- I promise… I won't tell anyone anything" he gently put his hand on Sirius's shoulder. Said boy leaned into the touch of his friend, he sniffled slight before speaking "thank you Remus"
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Scream for me
Eddie Munson x fem OC
Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.
AU-Scream Universe 🔪
WC. 6k.
This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.
Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV
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“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.
“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.
This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.
His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.
Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”
He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.
After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.
Well.
To hang out with her.
It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.
His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.
Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.
“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.
Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.
Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.
Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.
But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”
“How-you already-“
“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”
He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.
“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.
Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-
“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.
Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.
“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”
“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“
“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.
Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.
Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“
“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.
“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.
Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.
“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.
“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”
“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.
“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.
“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.
“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.
“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”
“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.
“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.
“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.
“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”
“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.
“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.
“It would make a lot of sense actually.”
“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.
Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.
Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.
“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.
“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”
“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“
He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.
“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”
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Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.
“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.
She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.
“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.
Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-
“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“
“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.
He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.
He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.
Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-
“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“
“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.
“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.
“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.
“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”
“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“
“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.
He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.
And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “
“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”
Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.
He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.
“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.
“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”
She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.
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Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.
His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.
Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.
“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.
Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.
He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.
But it was an unknown number.
He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.
“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.
“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.
“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”
“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.
“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.
He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”
“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.
“W-who-“
“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”
“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.
“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.
“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“
“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”
“Like what?! Kill someone?”
“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”
The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?
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“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.
Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”
“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.
It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.
“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”
She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”
She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.
He scowled at the disgusting messages.
“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”
“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”
“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.
Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.
“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.
“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.
“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”
Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“
“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.
Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”
Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”
Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.
“I like crazy stories.”
She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”
Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”
Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.
He pulled out his phone.
“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”
Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”
Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”
“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”
“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”
“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.
Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?
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Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.
Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.
Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.
He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.
“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”
He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.
Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.
“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.
“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.
“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.
But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.
He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”
“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”
“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.
“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.
“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.
“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.
Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-
She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.
“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”
Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”
Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”
Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.
“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”
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It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.
The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.
Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.
“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.
“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.
“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”
Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.
They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.
“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.
“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”
Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.
Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.
Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.
“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”
“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”
“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.
“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.
It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.
She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.
“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.
Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.
“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.
“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”
“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.
“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”
“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.
“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”
“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”
“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”
She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”
She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”
“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.
“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”
Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.
Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.
“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”
“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.
Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.
His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.
“Yeah, I need it-“
Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.
Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.
He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.
His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.
“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.
She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.
It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.
“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.
She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”
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thinking about the last ask someone made about jordan and bras, and marie asking jordan about their powers and they stumble on how they choose clothes that fit and then the bra question is made, or maybe is when they are already dating and marie just ask plainly "do you ever wear a bra?" and jordan explains that most of the times no but they like lacy bralettes and marie just a little
ok this topic makes me BLUSH because jordan is just… learning!!! 🥺 also, i took a bit of a creative spin on this i hope you like it.
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since jordan had discovered their powers as a young child, they were taught by their father that it wasn’t good to be a girl whenever they wanted. that jordan was their first born son, and that was more important than being able to shift into the opposite gender. they often looked to their mom for support, who couldn’t give it.
jordan had learned a thing or two from their friends in high school, a couple girls who were open-minded and elated to teach them. they learned about the wonders of makeup, feminine underclothing, periods. the gritty details of being a woman.
though, jordan didn’t switch as much as they wanted because of fear from their father, especially as they reached those late teen years. it was becoming a secret to spend time with their friends as a woman, only jordan knew of the fiery arguments that would happen at home if their father found out.
it wasn’t until godolkin when they found real freedom. feeling comfortable enough to switch as they pleased, even finding comfort in having sex as a woman. it was so new and it was so real.
though, as they refined their powers and learned to quickly switch between, they had to start figuring out how to dressing for comfort… underneath.
they preferred to wear boxers in both forms, but bras were a fucking nightmare. they hated them with a passion because they didn’t quite learn how to find something that fit properly. they gave up on it for awhile, deciding that finding a cheap sports bra could help when they were training — but that was it.
but nothing could fight off their curiosity for how cute underwear looked on them. the way the lace curved over their body, how they didn’t mind the way it looked on both of their forms. it was a secret indulgence of theirs — one that wasn’t practical, but just for them.
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“uh, jordan,” marie spoke as she looked through their partner’s dresser. she had just been digging around, looking for a shirt that jordan said she could borrow when she lifted out a black, lacy bralette that dangled from her finger.
she wasn't here to shame jordan, they were a college student longer than she was. she did her best to shove that jealousy way, way down and not once did it strike her that it was theirs until she saw the red that formed on their cheeks.
"that's, uh... yeah, that's...." jordan stuttered.
"it’s yours?" marie asked, blinking at them a few times.
silence filled jordan’s room as they stared down at her, having been standing and in the middle of throwing a sweater on.
"yeah."
marie parted her lips to answer, but she was completely taken back. it was like her brain was short-circuiting as she imagined jordan in her mind, wearing the black bralette. beautiful, beautiful jordan.
it made her feel perverted, so she quickly dropped it back into the dresser, her own cheeks warm to the touch.
“i just didn’t realize that you-“
“wear bras?” jordan interrupted, finishing sliding the hoodie over their frame as they walked over to her. they bent down and picked it up, trying so hard to find some semblance of confidence about the situation — what was so weird about jordan wearing bras? they had boobs… most of the time, “does that make you uncomfortable?” they asked quietly, gaze flickering to her.
“oh, no, i love it. i mean, not… love. well, yeah, i probably do love it,” she babbled out as she looked up at them, finding it all the more awkward as she stared at them in their male form, “i’m sure it looks really good on you.” she clarified with an exasperated, airy laugh.
jordan’s lips curved into the shyest smile, “i don’t wear it much. it’s not the most comfortable thing to wear like… this.” he motioned to his current form, “but it looks nice. both ways.”
marie simply stared up at jordan, feeling her heart slamming against her chest. mouth growing dryer with each passing second.
“can you show me?”
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