#they both got drunk and heartbroken at this party

[melancholyhigh]

CRUSH CULTURE.

ft. college au!leon x reader

synopsis. you fuck up at being leon’s wingman, ruining his chances of getting a valentine’s day fuck. he’s frustrated and takes his anger out on you.

tags. 2.8k words. smut. mean!leon, lowk angsty, reader is kinda pathetic, angry fuck, dry humping, cunnilingus, dom!leon, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, name calling (bitch, whore etc.), happy ending (?).

note. i’m sorry for being so inactive and rarely being online. school sucks so bad. i hope you guys can accept this as a formal apology. (let’s ignore that this is 2 days late.)

masterlist. reblogs & comments are highly welcomed :3

You aren’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day. You're sick of seeing everyone fall in love, watching lovers exchange cheesy gifts and bashful smiles. You’re sick of people pretending they love each other more than they actually do. No, you’re sick of being left out.

You were a hopeless romantic, chasing love only for it to fall flat. You were obsessed with finding your other half, the person who would cherish you as much as you treasured them. You didn’t know if you loved love or just the idea of it, but it wouldn’t matter.

You’re only hopeless as you help the man you liked hook up with someone at a shitty college party.

It’s pathetic, truly, chatting up some sorority girls and putting a good name out for Leon while he stood beside you. You didn’t get why he couldn’t do it himself. He was handsome, albeit a bit awkward, but so were you. It’s why you two got along anyway. Leon was watching as you tried to get the drunk girl’s attention on him. Throughout the night, your wingman skills had only failed. They either did not pay attention to you or paid too much attention to you.

You were sick of it. You would have preferred staying in your dorm room and rewatching one of your favourite rom-coms. But you were only a fool, trying to help your friend out. It hurt more being there with him as he lamely tried to pick up girls in front of you. You didn’t know what was more pathetic, his terrible jokes or the state you were, absolutely heartbroken that he wouldn’t give you the time of day he’d give to random girls.

Maybe it’s faith’s cruel way of commentating on your desire for love by making you play cupid for the only person you seem to care about more than yourself.

You and Leon had something special, or you had hoped so. You met in your first year of college. You were both fucking awkward that you had to initiate the first conversation. Majoring in similar subjects, you both had gotten along well. You would even say you were best friends, but you knew deep down you always wanted more.

Ever since you first met, you found him enthralling. It only got worse as you got closer. Learning more about him seemed to solidify your pining for him. You were the only person he talked to, and vice versa. You confided in each other, maybe more than what close friends should, so it was only inevitable that he would share with you that he wanted to lose his virginity.

You had looked at him perplexed. Leon was pretty attractive, and maybe you were biased, but how had no one fucked him? You’ve seen the way girls look at him, blushing when he even glances at them for a second.

That is when Leon told you he planned on trying to hook up with some girl at the party, and he wanted your help because he knew he would fuck up somehow. You had humoured him. Nothing more romantic than taking a random girl home on Valentine’s Day and fucking her brains out.

–-

“It’s not that serious, Leon,” you groaned for the umpteenth time. You were both walking back to his apartment after unsuccessfully trying to hook him up with some sorority girl. He was grumbling behind you, pissed and sexually frustrated.

“It was your fault.” You roll your eyes at his statement. When you reach the door of his flat, you observe as he clumsily takes his keys out, trying to open the door. He finally manages to open the door, and you enter, taking your shoes off before settling on his couch.

You watch him beyond amused at his predicament as he paces back and forth in front of you.

“Why did you have to mention that? They were so into me before you fucked it up,” he huffs, stilling his movement to glare at you.

“C’mon, Leon. I’m sure they couldn’t give a fuck that you’re a nerd,” you said, repeating the same word you had let slip when you were praising your beloved best friend. You peered back up at him, acting casual as if his icy gaze didn’t have your heart beating wildly against your chest. You rarely saw him angry, and when he was, he never directed it to you.

“You ruined my chances at finally getting laid. I don’t know how to talk to these girls. You’re the only person I have.” He’s frustrated with you for fucking up whatever chance he finally had at popping his cherry. Even though logically it’s not your fault nor your duty to get his dick wet, he didn’t want to take responsibility right now.

“I think you’re overreacting,” you sighed, standing up and moving towards him. You try to put a comforting hand on Leon’s shoulder, and he shrugs your touch off him. You don’t take it to heart. He’s a few inches taller than you, head slightly tilted as he looks down at you.

“Yeah? Well, now I have no one to fuck tonight.”

“I can change that,” you quip, and you instantly freeze at your own statement. You part your lips lightly in shock as you observe Leon’s reaction. It was a freudian slip, and it seemed to be happening more often than you’d like.

He continues looking down at you with furrowed brows as he tries to comprehend what you said. He thinks this might affect your friendship if you even mean what you said. He was horny, being teased all night by pretty girls in skimpy dresses, only to be denied, fucking furious too.

“Really?” He responds, somehow stepping closer to you. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you try to back up, only to be pushed against the wall by him. His stare is still cold, piercing through you. He’s still pissed at you.

“Are you still mad?” You mumbled, your back flat against the wall of his living room. You knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it. Maybe you found his mean side more attractive than you’d like to admit. It was so rare to see him like this — a usually composed man so broken.

“Yes, I’m still fucking angry. Do you want me or not?” He seethes. You squeeze your thighs together at the tone he uses. You were so pathetic, getting wet at him berating you, but any attention was good attention.

He notices your reaction, grinning to himself. “You backing down?”

You shake your head no in response.

“Beg for it then. Beg for me to fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” He says, mocking you. It’s as if he knows how deep your desire burns for him, how badly you’d do anything for him if it meant he noticed you. His hands grasp your face, his fingers squishing your cheeks together as he forces your head back against the wall so you look up at him.

“Please, Leon. Fuck me. ‘M all yours.” You plead through pursed lips. Your eyes are glossy, and he’s laughing at your desperate nature. He would have never expected his best friend to be a whiny mess within his grasp.

He lets go of your face before leaning down, capturing your lips into his for a needy kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, and a surprised gasp escapes you. Teeth clashing, you’re whimpering desperately against his lips as you entangle your fingers into his soft golden locks. His hands trail down to your hips, gripping them as he moves his body against yours.

You let out a soft moan, and he pulled apart from the passionate kiss. Both your lips are swollen and covered with your shared saliva. He continues to grope your body eagerly as he pushes you further into the wall. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear you.”

Biting your lip, you try not to let any moans slip free while he toys with your sensitive body through your clothes. He hooks one of your legs over his hip while he explores your body. He grinds his hardening cock against your crotch, and the action does little to quell the ache inside you.

Your back arches off the wall, your head tipping back as you try to buck your hips to his. Digging your nails into his shirt, he hisses slightly, but your movements don’t get past him.

“So fucking desperate,” he moans loudly.

He continues to rock his clothed erection against your cunt. The rough fabric of your pants provides enough friction through your damp underwear to your clit. Your hand clamps around your mouth shut, suppressing your whines as you near your climax.

Leon’s eyes close while he groans lowly at the pleasure coursing through him as he ruts against you. He wants so badly to feel your dripping cunt against his throbbing length. Just as you’re about to finish, he pulls away, panting, and the feeling in your core dissipates.

“I want to fuck you properly.” You’re unsure if he knew what he had just done, but with the smug look he’s giving you, you’re positive it’s on purpose.

You push yourself off the wall of his living room, and with trembling legs, you follow him to his bedroom. You were familiar with the area and used to the messy appearance while you two were either doing work or binging shows. But it’s different now, he’s going to fuck you dumb in it.

You both begin to rid yourself of your clothes once you’re inside. You’re fully nude, lying flat on Leon’s mattress, and your skin feels tacky with sweat as it clings to his soft sheets. Leon is only in his boxers, precum staining the fabric, as his strong palms spread your bent legs apart to admire your bare pussy.

You realise that this is most likely his first time seeing one other than in porn videos he jerks himself off to. He marvels at how wet you are, your folds glistening with your slick. Leaning down, he buries his face between your thighs, lapping at you.

His tongue teases your entrance before slowly moving to your clit. He alternates between sucking on your sensitive nub and lapping at it slowly. He looks like he’s concentrated as he focuses on pleasing your cunt, his brows furrowed and his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs.

You can’t help the moans and sighs that slip past your lips while he eats you out. The pleasure is nearly dizzying as you grip the sheets. Your hips are bucking against his tongue, and Leon groans as you use his face. He’s not so subtly grinding against the sheets, his cock painfully hard as he fails to relieve the sensation.

Tentatively, he slurps at you, drinking in your essence. The wet, sloppy noises your cunt makes are embarrassing, but he’s obsessed with it and your taste. It’s addictive. He sucks at your clit roughly, adoring the reaction you give him. Your tummy clenches as he pays attention to your throbbing bud. Your sounds are getting more frequent as your orgasm quickly approaches you.

When you finally come undone, your thighs are quivering around his head as he revels in your release. He parts from your cunt, his lips coated in your cum like lip gloss as he licks them clean. Trying to collect yourself, your chest heaves as you pant heavily.

Leon slips his boxers down, revealing his hard-on. His cock was flushed red and dripping with precum as he stroked it. It was average in length but quite thick and prettier than you had imagined. But you shouldn’t act surprised.

You let out a whimper when he slid the tip of his cock through your folds stained with your cum and his saliva. Your pussy was overstimulated, spasming as he teased your entrance with his head.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he groans, gripping your hip to steady himself. The heat of your cunt was welcoming as it tried to suck him inside you. His tip touches your overly sensitive clit. He was quickly losing his composure, desperate to fuck you open.

You both moan simultaneously when he fully enters his length inside of you. Your walls were sucking his cock deeping into you, filling you up to the brim with nothing but him.

You had not imagined your first time with Leon like this. You daydreamed of him taking you out on a cute date before undressing you and then fucking you slowly on a bed littered with rose petals. You did not anticipate that he’d split you open on his cock as a last resort taking his sexual frustration out on you. You can’t complain with how good he’s fucking you, even if it’s out of spite.

He begins thrusting his cock in and out of tight pussy, groaning. You feel each ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks the shape into you. You sometimes forget how well-built he is, usually concealed by his clothes, sweat dripping down his muscular frame.

“Your cock feels so fuckin’ good, Leon,” you gasped out loud, your nails digging into his biceps as he stretched you out of his fat cock.

“This was your plan, huh? You wanted me to fuck you, whore.” He says as he punctuates each word with a thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock presses against you deliciously. You did want him all to yourself, but you wouldn’t go as far as to sabotage him. You’re unable to answer him, too drunk on his cock bullying into that one spot inside of you.

“Answer me, bitch.” He huffs, gripping your jaw and positioning your face to his. He looks into your eyes only to note how they can barely stay open. His hips stutter at your fucked out expression. He was so fucking close, his abs flexing, only holding out so you can cum first.

“Y- Yeah, Leon. Want to you all for myself,” you stammer incoherently, tears collecting at your waterline as he pounds into your oversensitive cunt. Your walls grip around his cock sporadically as you near your climax.

“You like me too, then?” he mocks through clenched teeth. Your pussy hugs him tightly, and he thinks he might never want to leave your warm embrace.

“I’m so close,” you cry out, your body squirming in his hold. Your peak was rapidly approaching as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“Answer the question then you can come,” he whines, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, leaving marks as he nears his peak.

“Mhm! Yes, I’ve always fucking liked you, Leon.” You cried out, eager to expose all your secrets to him if it meant you came. As you climax, your pussy milks Leon’s cock as it gushes around him.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Leon moans, his voice breathy as his orgasm crashes after yours. He doesn’t know if it’s the weight of your confession or the whimpers that escape your throat that send butterflies in him as he spills into you. He kisses you one last time, moaning into you as he rides his high.

Pulling out, he collapses right next to you. You’re both panting, covered in cum and sweat. A wave of exhaustion overcomes you, and you hope he doesn’t bring up what you said amidst fucking. You’re content pretending it didn’t happen if it meant you wouldn’t get to face your fears.

“Thank you for uh,” Leon trails off, and it's like a switch flipped. He’s bashful at mentioning that he had just lost his virginity as if he wasn’t calling you a whore a few minutes ago. Turning to his side, you come nearly face-to-face with him once again.

“Mhm, you’re welcome, I think.” You’re still unsure how you feel about the situation. Finally, you had fucked him, but what significance did it hold to him? Your eyes flutter shut, sleep finally overcoming your wrecked body. You expected the same would happen to Leon, but you were wrong. Leon was in deep thought.

Leon calls your name, cutting your sleep short. You snap your eyes open, sitting up, you await his question with your arms crossed. He looked uneasy, but you’re too drained to question why.

“Did you mean what you said? That you liked me.” His voice is quiet as he gazes at your form.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled in response. What was even the point of lying anymore? His cum was dripping between your thighs. What is the worst he can do? You think you can already guess his response. Guilt was eating at you. He wouldn’t be in this position if you did what he wanted. You added, “Sorry for fucking up your night.”

It’s quiet, and you’re nervously trying to gauge his reaction until he breaks the silence.

“I think I found someone better,” he responds. You laugh at the mere absurdity of the entire situation.

“It took fucking me to find that out?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[bigfootsboytoy]

Steve ends up heartbroken, lonely and depressed after season 2. Nancy called him bullshit, even after he ditched all his old friends for her. Billy Hargrove took his spot at the top of the food chain. He can have it, Steve doesn't really want it anymore. But Steve does want to find some sort of connection. Someone to have in his life who isn't an 11 year old kid he barely knows. He tries to go on a date one night, take a nice-seeming girl to a party. He wants to find connection, to kill the loneliness that's been building for months, but just as he's feeling kind of good about things, his date ditches him.

So. He decides to drink his feelings. He gets majorly fucked up, and ends up laying on the ground in the backyard, contemplating how much life seems to hate him.

Only to literally get tripped over by Eddie Munson, who was at this party selling pot and is very confused as to why Steve Harrington is alone on the ground with a bottle of vodka clenched in one hand.

Eddie ends up chatting a little with Steve, nothing substantial, but enough to know that Steve is very very drunk, and also very very sad.

He asks if Steve wants to go back to the party, and Steve staunchly refuses. He doesn't want to be around a bunch of annoyingly happy people.

He asks if Steve needs a ride home, and Steve just kind of shrugs. His parents just left for another trip, so home is kind of depressing right now too. But he doesn't exactly have any other friends he can stay with so. Home it'll have to be.

Only Eddie can *tell* he doesn't really want to go home, though he has no idea why Steve wouldn't want to return to his veritable mansion after a shitty night. The reason doesn't matter much. He offers to let Steve crash at his place. Steve can take the couch, or hell he can stay in Eddie's room if he doesn't mind sharing, that way he wouldn't risk being woken up when Wayne comes home that morning.

And well, Steve agrees. Can't think of any reason not too. Munson has been nice so far, he's got a good easy-going energy that Steve likes. Why not stay the night.

By the time they get to Eddie's, Steve is *slightly* more sober. Not much, but he's slurring his words a little less, and he can walk with only a little help.

Eddie grabs them each a little plate of leftovers, because he has no idea if Steve's eaten at all. It's quiet while they eat, Eddie doesn't push Steve to talk, and Steve isn't sure what to say. Eventually Eddie sets the plates aside and give Steve an easy grin.

"So, do you want the couch, or are you crashing with me?"

Steve thinks about it for a while. He hasn't shared a bed with a guy-friend since he was a kid, and he's heard rumors about Eddie, whispers in the hall about the way he looks at other guys. But...Steve can't really bring himself to care. He's tired, and he really doesn't want to be alone.

"I don't mind sharing."

Eddie sets them both up in his room, letting Steve choose which side of the bed he wants, and they both settle in. There's a respectable distance between the two of them, and Eddie says a quick goodnight to Steve, figures they won't talk and just go right to bed.

Except Steve isn't sober, and he really isn't in a good headspace, so he can't stop himself from blurting things out into the quiet of the dark room.

"Are you really gay?"

Eddie stiffens next to him, he can feel it, he can hear the way that the other boys breath cuts off and he seems to stop breathing all-together.

"It's okay if you are, I'm not going to be an asshole about it, I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. I guess I was just curious."

It's quiet for another beat before Eddie seems to loosen just a little. He starts breathing again at least.

"Yeah I uh- I am. Gay. And if that's weird the couch is still open, I can-"

"It's not weird."

"Okay."

Steve let's himself mull over this confirmation, and then his mouth starts moving again, without his permission.

"Is it lonely? Cause I mean, it's got to be hard to date in Hawkins. People here are shitty. Unless you've got like, a secret boyfriend or something."

"No...no secret boyfriend. It does get a little lonely sometimes. I'm lucky though, I've got my uncle, and my friends are pretty great. That's enough most days."

"What do you do when it's not enough?"

"Hmmm?"

"When your uncle and friends aren't enough, what do you do? To try and...make it better?"

Eddie is quiet again for a long stretch before he shrugs.

"I try to focus on something else. I'll play my guitar or work on a new campaign, read a book. Something to take my mind off it."

"Oh."

Now Steve is the one who seems tense, his jaw is tight and he's got his arms wrapped around himself. His next words come out as a whisper, but Eddie manages to catch them.

"I don't know how to do any of that."

He sounds almost choked, and Eddie is caught off guard. He's never seen Steve Harrington as anything other than solid, as happy. He's the king, after all. He's supposed to be all smiles and great hair. Only...Eddie's noticed that he hasn't hung out with his old friends lately, that he's eaten alone at lunch too many times to be anything other than strange.

"Steve...are you lonely?"

Eddie expects a denial, for Steve to laugh it off and tell Eddie that he's perfectly fine and fulfilled. Or maybe he expects a shrug, a non-answer. What he doesn't expect is the gut-wrenching sob that seems to tear past the other boys lips.

He doesn't expect to turn and see Steve Harrington's face, a scant foot from his, shining with tears.

He panics a little at the sight.

"Fuck- I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be." Steve tries to wipe his eyes, to hide the tremble in his voice. "Not your fault there's something wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I'm broken man, like nobody can stand to be around me. Tommy and Carol hate me now, Nancy- hell even my own parents hate being at home with me for more than a week. It's like I'm repellent or something. Couldn't even get a date to stick around for a whole night."

And Eddie's pretty sure *he* might start crying now. He'd never have expected this much from Steve, all that sadness to come pouring out. It wouldn't have happened if Steve was completely sober. Without thinking, he reaches out.

Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and waits to see if the touch gets rejected, but Steve seems to lean into him, so he lets his hand linger.

"This probably won't help, but I don't think you're repellent. And that's coming from somebody who your whole group used to torture. I don't know much about you, but I kind of liked having you around tonight."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Steve gives him a tiny smile. His eyes are still wet with tears, and the smile doesn't come close to reaching them. He seems impossibly small here in Eddie's bed.

"I don't know man. I just wish-"

He cuts himself off, apparently deciding his words are too far, but Eddie urges him to keep talking.

"What do you wish Steve?"

"I just wish that... there was somebody out there I could have a future with. Somebody who actually loved me, you know?"

It might be the saddest thing Eddie's ever heard, and he blames that fact for what he does next.

He takes his hand off Steve's shoulders and instead hauls Steve closer to him, fitting the other boy against his chest and wrapping his arms around him. It's a move that might get him decked, but he doesn't think it will. And he'll be damned if he doesn't hug Steve right that second.

He doesn't get hit. Steve tenses for a second, but it's just that one instant before he's melting into the embrace.

Eddie feels more tears falling against his shirt, and he couldn't care less. He keeps Steve close, let's him cry into his chest, runs a hand through that famous mop of hair.

He isn't sure how long it takes for Steve to calm down, but eventually he does. His breathing evens out, and he shivers a little before speaking.

"Thanks man."

And Eddie takes another leap of faith.

"I could be that person, you know."

"What?"

"I mean. You know Im... not straight. It may not be exactly what you're wanting but. I think I could picture a future with you. If you want to, just for tonight...I could be that someone who loves you."

Steve looks at Eddie, like he's a puzzle that he needs to solve, before a other shiver seems to wrack his body.

"Just for tonight?"

It comes out as a whisper, but Eddie hears it all the same.

"Yeah. For tonight Steve."

"I think...I think I'd like that."

Eddie gives him the sweetest smile he can muster, and nods.

"Alright sweetheart."

Eddie isn't exactly sure what it means, to love Steve for the night. After all, Steve is straight. He figures it doesn't matter much though, it's only for a night.

He keeps a hold on Steve, let's him get comfortable tucked against Eddie, and he does what feels natural. He runs a hand up and down Steve's spine, traces shapes into the soft fabric of his shirt. He tangles their legs together, and in a moment of insane bravery he presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head.

He's met with a sigh, full of relief, and figures he's on the right track.

"Just close your eyes Stevie, I've got you."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Hmmm?"

"The future. You said you could see one. Can you tell me?"

And he asks so carefully, he sounds almost afraid, Eddie can't say no to that.

"Do you want the fantasy future, or the realistic future?"

"The real one."

"Alright then. Well, if I'm not going to be a rich and famous rockstar...I'll probably graduate and get a job somewhere in town. A real job, maybe working on cars or something. I'm good with cars. You'd come over all the time, have dinners with me and with Wayne. You'd have to meet Wayne. And we'd have more nights like this, sleeping close."

Steve let's out a pleased sounding hum, and shifts his face so it's buried even closer in Eddie's neck. He can feel Steve's breath on him.

"We could save up money and get a little place together, somewhere outside Hawkins. I have to stay kind of close, for my uncle, but maybe Indy?"

Steve nods, mutters something about staying close 'just in case'. He sounds like he might fall asleep, so Eddie keeps going.

"We could get an apartment, nothing too fancy. We would get two rooms, so nobody gets suspicious, but we would share a bed most nights. I'd play with my band on weekends, just for fun, and you'd join some little local sports team. I'd make sure to schedule DND nights so that I never miss a single game, even though I don't understand a damn thing about sports. We would come home for holidays, but most of the time it would just be us. I'd take good care of you, make sure you never go more than a few hours without me telling you I love you. I'll show up wherever you're working just to give you a hug and a kiss, and make sure you don't forget it. And I'll annoy the hell out of, but you won't mind too much, because I'll make you happy too."

Eddie can think of more. He can think about so many things. How he could give Steve one of his rings, even if they couldn't legally get married, even if Steve would never want that. Just as another reminder that he's loved. They could take trips together and go out to parties where Steve will never have to worry about getting ditched. Eddie doesn't do things halfway, and he has a hell of an imagination. He could picture them growing old together, if he tried, if he let himself. But this is just for tonight, so he doesn't. Instead he runs a hand through Steve's hair again, and listens to his quiet breathing. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he's wrong.

"That sounds nice."

It comes out muffled, spoken into Eddie's neck, but he manages to make it out, and he let's the vibration of it sink into his skin.

*It's only for tonight.*

He has to remind himself, because Steve is just feeling lonely. He doesn't want that future with Eddie, he just wants to feel loved.

But even if it's just pretend, just to help Steve for a few hours, he's okay with that.

Steve may think he's broken, but Eddie thinks he would be easy to love for a long time. Loving him for one night is nothing. He doesn't even have to try.

Tomorrow Steve will wake up sober, and he'll thank Eddie for letting him stay over, and they won't talk about it. Eddie will drive Steve back to his car in silence, and they'll say their goodbyes. They may not talk ever again, they never had before.

But for tonight? Eddie Munson will love Steve Harrington, and Steve? He'll let himself be loved, let himself beleive it. And he'll love Eddie right back.

Just for one night.

And if Steve ever needs it again? Eddie will love him for another night. And Steve will give that love right back. He's got plenty to spare, after all. And there's far worse people he could share it with.

[andvys]

Enchanted by you | E.M.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst, mostly fluff, mentions of reader being cheated on by her ex boyfriend, Eddie taking care of reader, happy ending

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie finds you sitting on bench with tears rolling down your cheeks after your breakup with your boyfriend. He takes matters into his hands and takes care of you, making it one of the best nights of your life.

Word count: 3.4k+

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It was a chilly summer night when you had talked to Eddie Munson for the first time. You had known him since middle school but between shy glances and small smiles, you have never really interacted with each other– not because you didn’t want to but because you were, well, too shy. You always wished that he would approach you but he never did, not until now. 

You were sitting on some random park bench with tears rolling down your cheeks, hugging your waist tightly as you looked off into the distance. Your boyfriend had been avoiding you for weeks. You haven’t put much thought into why he was doing it, you thought that he was just busy with work but you didn’t expect him to be cheating on you– that he had been cheating on you for a long time now. You caught him when you came home earlier than you were supposed to, he was sleeping in bed with another girl in his arms, in the apartment you were supposed to move in with him now that you were finally back in Hawkins again. You broke up with him the same day. 

You were heartbroken, shocked and confused. You loved him, he was your first love, your first boyfriend, your first everything– the one you planned a future with. You thought that you were happy together, that he was happy with you but obviously he wasn’t, he had already found someone better, someone he didn’t even bother hiding after you had broken up with him. 

Tonight, you were supposed to have a girls night with Nancy but instead she and Robin had the brilliant idea to drag you to Tina’s party who was back in town as well after her trip to europe. After getting drunk on beer, you walked up the stairs, searching for a bathroom, instead you walked in on your now ex-boyfriend, undressing his new girl. You were caught off guard at first, you even apologized for disturbing the pair before you realized who you walked in on.

Eddie had seen you storming out of the house with an angry look on your face and tears rolling down your cheeks. He followed you out. When you took a seat on the bench, he gave you a moment to yourself before he decided to walk over to you. You didn’t see him coming, you were too busy crying and trying to calm your shakiness. 

He looked around, taking a nervous breath before he stepped closer to you. 

“Hey, uh– are you okay?” 

Startled, you flinched at the sound of his voice, you looked up at him with wide eyes. A flustered expression took over your face and you quickly turned away to wipe your tears, “h-hi, yeah, I’m okay.”

You lied. He knew you did. He sighed as he sat down beside you, he took off his jacket when he noticed how much you were shivering. 

“Here, you are shaking like a leaf.” 

After doing your best to wipe away the streaks of mascara on your cheeks, you sniffled and looked back up at him. 

Your eyes were glassy and a little puffy, your lips were set in a frown, you looked miserable and yet, you were still the most beautiful girl to him, just like you always were. 

“No, you’re gonna be cold, Eddie.” 

His heart fluttered and his eyes widened in surprise, he gaped at you. He wasn’t even sure if you would remember him in the first place, you both graduated four years ago and even then, you never really talked to each other, he wouldn’t have been surprised if you wouldn’t even remember or know his name, at all. 

He shook his head, “I got a long sleeve on, it’s fine, please put it on,” he whispered and held his jacket out for you. 

Eddie was practically a stranger, yet he was kinder than your boyfriend ever was. You don’t remember if he actually ever gave you his jacket. You pushed your arms through the sleeves and wrapped the jacket around you, embracing the warmth, “thank you,” you whispered. 

He smiled at you and at the way you looked in his leather jacket. For a moment, neither of you spoke, you looked down, avoiding his eyes. If it were anyone else beside you, you would have probably jumped up and left but for some reason, he gave you an odd sense of comfort, one that felt familiar. 

“So, you remember me?” He asked in curiosity after a few minutes of comfortable silence, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up. 

Your eyes locked with his and your brows furrowed a little as your lips curled into a slight smile, “of course I remember you, you always held doors open for me and you always waved at me in the parking lot.” 

He squinted his eyes and tilted his eyes as he began to smile, “you remember that?” 

“Yeah,” you breathed. It was the highlight of your day, getting a smile and a cute little wave from Eddie Munson. 

“Huh,” he mumbled and leaned back, staring at you, he noticed how much you have changed. Your hair has grown longer, your style has changed, you were still wearing your beloved dresses and skirts but it seemed as though you had found a new color palette, your clothes were darker now but it suited you. You have grown since your teenage years, you were always a sight for sore eyes but now you were just something else. 

You have been away for a while, gone for college. He always looked out for you when he knew that Nancy was in town during breaks knowing that you were most likely here as well but he only ever saw you briefly, much to his dismay. Eddie had the biggest crush on you since middle school, one that somehow never left no matter how much time has passed. When he heard that you graduated college and were coming back to Hawkins, he couldn’t help but feel excited, only to feel disappointment rushing through him when he found out that you were still dating the same jock you have been with since high school. 

He always hated him. 

He hated the way he showed you off, the way he treated you like you were nothing but arm candy, the way he got to hold your hand, the way he got to have a piece of your heart. He hated that he had you. 

“You’ve changed.” 

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, raising his brows, he looked back into your eyes to find you staring at him. 

“Me?” Eddie asked as he felt himself blushing. 

You nodded, your eyes skipped over his face before they moved down to his neck, his shoulders that got much broader, his left arm adorned with more tattoos. 

“You have more tattoos!” You exclaimed, trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out. 

He chuckled a little, “yeah, got them done last year.” 

“I love that one,” you said, pointing to the dragon. 

“You do?” He asked, smiling as he watched you staring at his tattoos. You scooted closer to him to see them better. His heart fluttered in his chest when he smelled your sweet perfume. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I always wanted one too– a tattoo I mean but I never knew what I wanted a-and Josh never liked tattoos on women,” you frowned after mentioning your boyfriend again. 

Eddie rolled his eyes internally, he just added another reason to the list of why he should hate that man. 

“Well, Josh shouldn’t have to say in what you do to your body, sweetheart.” 

You placed your hands on your lap and looked back up at him, “no?” 

“No.”

“But he was my boyfriend.” 

Was. 

He blinked, straightening up, he could already feel the joy rushing through him, “it’s still your body, you do whatever you want with it because it’s yours! You can go get tattoos– as many as you want! You can change your hair however you want, you can change your clothes, your whole life, you gotta do whatever you wanna do!” 

A giggle fell from your lips, your eyes lit up as did his when he heard your cute laughter. 

“You’ll still be the most metal girl out there!” 

“Most metal?” You giggled again, blushing at his words. 

“Hell yeah!” He grinned, “I always thought you were the coolest girl– still are, by the way.” 

“Thanks,” you whispered, you played with your fingers nervously, “I always thought the same thing about you.”

His eyes widened again, his heart jumped in his chest and he stared at you for a moment. The girl he crushed on for years, even after not seeing her for years, felt the same way about him?

“Even when people called me a freak and whatnot?” 

You frowned at his words and rolled your eyes, “they were assholes, you were never a freak– but hey, my friend, Jonathan. He always said ‘being a freak is the best’. All the other people are normal and boring, you aren’t, you’re cool, the best.” 

Eddie was a little taken aback by your words, why did he take so long to talk to you? His gaze softened the longer he looked at you, your eyes were still glassy– what did he do to you?

“You’re a freak too then ‘cause you’re kinda the best too you know?” He smiled, “I remember when you dumped spaghetti over Jason’s head after he had said something mean to Henderson.” 

You cupped your mouth as you laughed, “that was an impulsive decision,” you said. 

He threw his head back in laughter, “that was the best decision!”

“I did it for you as well!” You blurted. 

“What?”

Your cheeks heated up, “I-I did it for you. He said something mean about you.” 

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was feeling, it was a mix of joy and comfort– you defended him? 

“Really?” He asked as he calmed from his laughter, putting his arm on the back of the bench, he subtly scooted closer, “you did it for me?” 

You nodded. 

A soft smile appeared on his face, his heart fluttered for the millionth time tonight. 

“See, you’re the best,” he whispered as he raised his hand towards your face, brushing away a single strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled to himself when you blushed. Cute. 

“Who made you cry, pretty girl?”

The nickname made your stomach flutter. It was so new, yet it felt so familiar. 

“I broke up with Josh,” you mumbled as your eyes welled up with tears again, “h-he cheated on me a-and now he’s with her, like we weren’t together for years.” 

Eddie frowned at your words, sadness rushed through him for you and anger for him. How could he have you and choose someone else? How could he have the best thing and throw it away just like that? 

“I saw him with her and it’s like, I never even mattered to him.” 

Tears rolled down your cheeks and it made his heart hurt to see you like this. He wanted to go back inside the house, find him and punch him for breaking your heart but instead, he opened his arms for you to which you instantly let yourself fall into his embrace. Eddie hugged you tightly and rubbed your back softly. 

You sniffled quietly and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“He’s the biggest idiot, sweetheart,” he whispered as he laid his cheek on the top of your head, “I can imagine how much it hurts you but you were way too good for him, he never even deserved you in the first place. He’s one of those boring assholes who take everything and everyone for granted. I always wondered what you were doing with someone like him.” 

He heard your sniffles and it just made him want to punch him even more. 

“He is gonna come crawling back and I’ll gladly kick his ass for you, sweetheart.” 

“I’m gonna kick his ass too.” 

“Yeah?” He smiled, “we can kick his ass together, how dare he hurt the most amazing girl?” 

You pulled back a little, only far enough so you can see his face again. A gasp made it’s way up your throat when you realized just how close you were. His eyes were shining, flickering with something as he stared down at you. 

“I’m not the most amazing girl.” 

He frowned, “yes you are,” he whispered, “I think we should discuss that over a few milkshakes.” 

Your eyes lit up and despite the tears in your eyes, you smiled, “really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, letting go of you, he already missed your body against his but he offered you his hand as he got up, “come on.” 

You wiped your tears and stared into his eyes before you finally placed your hand in his. 

“Let’s go, princess.” 

“Let’s go,” you repeated after him, giggling. 

Instead of spending the night at the diner, you and Eddie ended up driving up to the lookout, sitting in the back of his van, you were still wearing his jacket as you drank your strawberry milkshake and talked to him like it wasn’t the first time. Hours have passed and the night seemed nowhere near the end, you could sit here with him forever. 

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.” 

“Where’d you think I’d be?”

You shrugged, “thought you’d live your dream in Los Angeles, I always thought you would actually become a rockstar.” 

Eddie’s eyes lit up and a grin formed on his face, “I’m flattered you think I’m good enough to be a rockstar.” 

“You have an amazing voice and you're basically a guitar god with the way you move your fingers!”

Eddie couldn’t even help but smirk at your words, especially after seeing the flustered look on your face and the panicked look in your eyes. 

“I-I mean, you move them so quickly– stop looking at me like that!” 

He chuckled and ducked out of the way when you threw a fry at him, “where’s your mind at, sweetheart?” 

You blushed even deeper, “where’s your mind at?” 

“Not where yours is!” He chuckled, “but hey, thank you, I’m flattered, really.” 

“You’re welcome, Eddie,” you smiled. “What happened to the band?” 

“Oh, we’re still playing every Tuesday!” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah! You should come watch us play.” 

“I will,” you smiled as you watched the way his eyes lit up. 

“Cool,” he whispered, nodding to himself as his eyes flickered with joy, “I-I’m not a rockstar but I still work with music so that’s nice.” 

“At the record store, right?” 

He leaned forward, he looked at you curiously, “yeah, how’d you know?” 

“Robin told me.” 

“Oh, you talk about me, huh?” He asked, wiggling his brows. 

Yes. 

“Maybe,” you shrugged, fighting off the smile as you looked down, “I should come by sometime, I heard that the manager is really hot.” 

He frowned at first, tilting his head as he stared at you in question, his curls fell to the side. He looked so cute. 

“But I’m the manager–” he cut himself off, his eyes widened and before he could play it cool or smirk at you, his cheeks turned bright red. Too cute. “Oh!”

You were flirting with him. His heart skipped a beat and his stomach fluttered with butterflies. 

“Y-You think I’m hot?” He smirked.

Ridiculously hot. Here he was with his beautiful brown eyes and his pretty curls, rings on his fingers, tattoos littering his pale skin, the prettiest voice you had ever heard and a cologne that made you dizzy– he looked like a bad boy but he was the sweetest guy you had ever been in the presence of. 

“I always thought you were hot,” you admitted shyly.

He placed the takeaway cup down and scooted closer to you, “why do I just find out now?” 

You bit your lip and shrugged, “I-I didn’t think that you– I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you stuttered. 

Eddie’s eyes softened, even in the darkness, he could see the uncertainty in your eyes, the shy look on your face. He reached for your hand and you gladly placed it in his. He smiled and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. 

“Sweetheart, you could never make me uncomfortable,” he whispered, “I know this might not be the right time to say this but, I was always fucking crazy about you, you could have dumped those spaghetti on me instead of Carver and I’d still have a big crush on you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise and a giggle tore from your lips, “I would never do this to you!” 

He laughed, tugging you closer to him, “I know you wouldn’t, sweet girl. I’m just saying, I-I wish I had the courage to do something about my feelings back then but I was scared, w-we didn’t really talk and you knew about my reputation, I was too scared that you’d reject me but shit, I wish I would have just asked you out before that asshole came along. I would’ve treated you like a queen.” 

Your features softened and you placed your other hand over his, squeezing it gently. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips, he stared at them longingly, like he had always dreamed of kissing you– he did. 

His heart was racing in his chest, “I still would if you let me,” he whispered and looked back into your eyes, “I-I know you just got out of a long relationship but I– we don’t have to do anything, we can just–”

“I’ll let you.”

His pupils flared and a huge smile appeared on his face after the moment of shock simmered away. 

“You will?” He asked excitedly. 

You nodded, smiling at the beautiful man in front of you. You let him pull you closer by your waist until you’re in between his legs, his face just mere inches away from yours. He moved his hands up your arms, staring at the way his jacket hugs your frame, he brushed your hair back and cupped your cheek. 

“Hi,” he whispered, his nose bumping into yours causing you both to giggle. 

“Hi Eddie,” you whispered. 

He felt like he was enchanted by your beauty, by your voice, by you. He always was, from the first moment he had laid his eyes on you. He was enchanted by you and he loved it. 

He stared at you for what felt like forever– he could admire you forever and he would be content with just doing that. He traced your cheek with his thumb and looked into the eyes that were filled with tears earlier– now they showed nothing but peace and happiness, it made him happy. 

This morning, he woke up, made himself a cup of coffee before work and got ready. It was a normal day as always– if he would’ve just known that the girl of his dreams would be in his arms later that night, he would’ve left the house with the biggest smile on his face. 

“I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he admired you.

Your pupils widened and a small gasp left your lips, your heart fluttered the way it never had before. 

He leaned closer and kissed your cheek, “you’re an angel.”

“I always thought you were the most beautiful boy,” you whispered back, making him smile. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled as you mimicked his actions and leaned in to kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger for a second. 

If you could, you would hear his heart racing like crazy. 

“The most beautiful girl should be with the most beautiful boy, don’t you think?” He asked as he leaned in to kiss your other cheek. You smelled like the strawberry milkshake you just had, it made him want to kiss you even more. 

“Mhmm.” 

You smiled at each other, happily. 

Right now, you weren’t in pain, you weren’t thinking about anyone but him, you were happy, content and excited for the future, just like he was. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and continued to hold your cheeks. 

“The hot record store manager and the sexy journalist, sounds perfect to me.” 

You giggled.

“I can write stories about you,” you smiled.

“No sweetheart, you can write stories about us.” 

[miguelhugger2099]

Best Friend's Brother

Summary: You have a falling out with your best friend. Trying to avoid an awkward interaction, you bump into his brother instead. Miguel x Reader, Suggestive, Word Count: 1,925 a/n: i woke up from a nap, saw a tiktok and was inspired so i made this half asleep. excuse any mistakes

Your friend practically dragged you to this party even when you said you didn't want to.

You had recently gone through a messy falling out with your high school best friend, Gabriel O'Hara. It left you angry and heartbroken since he was the closest person you've shared yourself with.

He accused you of not paying enough attention to him–that you were leaving him in the dust like everyone since you've been away at college.

You defended yourself that it wasn't like that but he just couldn't see it. It ended up as an arguing match over the phone–Gabriel telling you not to see him ever again in a fit of anger, which hurt a lot after it sunk in.

When you had come home over summer break, you other friend who had stayed invited you over to a block party someone was holding. It was on the same street Gabriel lived on so you denied profusely.

She assured you that you wouldn't see him. You wouldn't bump into him since apparently there'd be a bunch of people on the block and she'd be with you the entire time.

That's what she promised. Until she got so wasted she talked and danced with other people. 

You glare at your friend, cup held tightly in your hand. You took a swig of the alcohol, the bitter taste of it burning your throat. It tasted like pure shit but it was all these guys could muster up that wasn't a BuzzBall. Maybe a BuzzBall would've been better.

You were sure not to drink too much, too focused on making sure you didn't have an awkward conversation in the middle of your hometown. You held your stomach as you felt the need to pee.

You groaned under your breath, the buzz of the cheap alcohol thumping in your brain. If you didn't pee now, you'd surely burst any moment. You looked around to see if you could ask someone who lived here to let you in their bathroom. You'd rather die than use a bush of porta-potty.

Luckily, you saw some people leave and enter a house freely. Deciding this was your chance, you hurried your numbing legs across the lawns to slip past inside the house. 

Inside were various people, ranging from grabbing more drinks and food. You asked where the bathroom was, some kind stranger giving you directions that you were still kinda sober enough to process.

You lock the door behind you and collapse on the toilet after pulling your shorts down. After flushing and washing your hands, you decided to just take a breather on the toilet seat. You groaned as you rubbed your temples, annoyed that you're here, and annoyed that you can't even have fun with the fear of meeting your ex best friend. 

Once you felt a little better, you stood up and grabbed your cup again, ready to throw it out and drink a gallon of water at this point.

You glared at the inside of the cup as you stepped out, not realizing someone was coming from the side. You turned and you both made contact, the cup squishing between you two and spilling all over the stranger.

“Shit!” You yelped and you heard the stranger let out a surprised grunt. You look up and with your hazy vision you murmur. “Gabri?”

“Guess again.” He said. Your eyes focused and realized this person had similar features to Gabriel, just slightly older. It was his older brother, Miguel.

Miguel looked down at his soiled shirt, patting it down and lifting it to dry it off. Some droplets of your drink went into his hair, making it give off a bit of sparkle in the light.

His eyes met yours and you flinched. Does he know?

He said your name hesitantly. “Is that you?” The corner of his lips quirking up.

“Yeah. Yeah, it's me.” Fuck. “Sorry. I'm so sorry, I just spilled everything on you.” In a drunk haze you reach out to help him in some way but he stops you.

“It's fine.” He chuckles and looks at your behavior, the slight sway in your stance and blinking to focus. “You alright?” He asks, taking your arm gently.

“Fine,” You choke out. “Just needed some water.” Miguel tilts his head down at you and nods.

“Here. Let me help you.” He turns you in the other direction, presumably to the kitchen. His hand on your lower back and you have to fight the shiver from the warm contact.

In the kitchen, you lift yourself on the counter by the sink while Miguel rummages through the fridge, a few cold water bottles stacked inside. He grabs one and uncaps it for you then hands it over to you. You take it from him, your fingers brushing against each other. 

You cross your legs, your senses being heightened from the alcohol–is what you told yourself.

Miguel grabs a paper towel and wets it before dabbing it on his shirt, hoping to get the stickiness of it out. You sip from your bottle as he does so.

“Sorry…” You mumble again and Miguel laughs softly.

“Really, it's okay. Couldn't ask for a better way to see you after so long.” He glances at you.

“We never really talked.” You fiddled with the water cap.

“But I used to see you all the time around the house. Now you just disappeared from thin air, thanks to Gabri.” He grabs another paper towel to dry himself off.

You wince. “You know?” 

Miguel nods. “Yeah. Wasn't hard to tell. All he did was talk about you so when he stopped I figured something happened.” He shrugs, seemingly unbothered.

You felt a pang in your heart. Gabriel was always so sweet, was always your number one supporter and you did the same. You wondered why he felt so insecure this time around.

“Did he tell you why?” You ask, feeling the coldness of the water helling you sober up.

Miguel tosses the used paper towels in the trash. “Probably the same thing as everything. Feels like he's being abandoned, so he abandons people first.”

You look at him with furrowed brows. “That's it?”

Miguel nods and leans on the counter so he faces you. “Yeah. I mean makes sense. It's why he didn’t let us talk and it's why you stayed best friends for so long until you left.” He spins the rings on his fingers around.

“Didn't let us talk?” You scoffed. “Gabriel told me you were never home.”

Miguel laughs. “‘Cause he told me to. Went on some jealous rampage that I'd convince you to leave him.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “He told me every friend he made always left him for you.”

“He had shit friends that for some reason dropped him. Always when that happened, I'd want nothing to do with them but Gabriel believed I did it on purpose.” Miguel frowns.

You turn back to the ground where your leg swung softly. “He made you out to be such an asshole.”

He hums, his eyes staring at you while you begin to think. He gazes up and down your body, the skin of your legs showing and lightly sheer the crop top that made him lick his lips. He couldn't help himself any longer.

“Maybe it's the alcohol making me honest but I really started to like you before you up and left.” Miguel admits, standing up to face in front of you, fitting himself between your legs. He places his hands on your thighs and you stiffen, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“What? Is this some sort of joke?”

Miguel chuckles, his fangs showing that makes you weak. “No jokes here, baby.” The pet name rolls off his tongue easily which sends your heart pounding.  His fingers reach up to the belt loops on your shorts, curling around them. “I didn't get to see you much because of my brother. And I meant what I said–about his friends being assholes and how I never meant to hurt him, but with you,” He tugs on your belt loops and forces you to lose your balance so your hands could hold onto his arms. He buries his face in your neck and leaves a small kiss.

“I would've wanted to steal you.” His warm breath pants on your skin. His hands let go of your belt loops to rest on your hips. You have no idea which is worse–or better.

Miguel feels your blood pumping through your veins under his lips and smirks.

Your mind spun with how close he was and what words he was spilling.

“Where's Gabriel?” You ask in a whisper.

“Not anywhere that matters right now.” 

“Of course, it matters!” You squeal in a high pitched whisper. “I'm not about to fuck my best friends older brother.”

“Ex best friend and I never said we were fucking. Unless you want to, I'm down.” He nibbles on your neck and you whine.

You struggle with the need between your legs and your mind fighting between your personal morals versus personal desire. For the few times you've seen Miguel while you were still friends with Gabriel, you've noticed he was hot. It wasn't often but you'd enjoy the days where he came home from the gym, tank top drenched in sweat and headband pushing his fringe back while he took gulps from his tumbler.

Gabriel would snap you out of your stupor with a call of your name and you never noticed the small smirk when Miguel saw the small flustered look on your face.

Miguel feels your heart pounding and the stiff way you hold his shoulders. His smirk drops and he lifts his head from your neck to look at you.

“I'm just teasing. If you don't want anything, we don't have to. Do you have a ride? I could take you home.” Miguel murmurs gently, letting go and slipping his hands off your body.

You stop him from leaving, his eyes widening when you place his hands back to your hips.“No, no. I want…I want to.” You breathe out.

Miguel smirks again. “Yeah?” He hums, his hands feeling the curve of your hips and squeezes your thighs in his palms.

“Mhm.” You nod, letting yourself succumb to whatever is about to happen.

“How badly do you want it?” He asks. Your arms rest loosely around his neck, lips brushing against one another. 

“Miguel…” You whine, not wanting to play this game. Miguel's heart skips a beat, cock twitching in his pants at how cute you look and sound whining for him.

“Contéstame, nena.” He pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of your lips. You lock your legs around his waist and his hands go under your shirt, feeling up your torso and up your back to tug on your bra strap.

“Fuck–badly, Miguel.” You groan. Miguel shutters out a sigh, collecting you in his arms and hurrying back to the bathroom in a poor attempt at gaining privacy for you two. 

He sets you down on the sink counter and locks the door, his lips immediately finding yours. You let out a weak moan and curl your fingers in his hair while he slides your bra up to cup your breast underneath your shirt.

Were really about to do this? Fucking your ex best friends older brother that was convinced would steal you from him– and that he's technically right?

He's not here so maybe a little bit of the forbidden fruit wouldn't hurt…

a/n: imagine gabriel finding out hahahah.... 😐 

[rubberfuckey]

around again - rafe cameron

summary: exes reconnect at a party at tannyhill (: (: smut!!

wc: 2.1k

masterlist

talk to me

Walking through the club and out to the golf course, Rafe was completely zoned out as Topper and Kelce talked about the party they were throwing tonight.

“Rafe, seriously man, are you gonna hit that tonight?” 

Topper’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he rolled his eyes, “What are you assholes talking about?”

“Stephie, bro, she’s basically been throwing herself at you since you and Y/N broke up.”

Topper cringed as he watched Rafe’s face drop at the mention of his breakup. He shook his head and kept walking towards the green. 

“What? Can’t get it up anymore?” Kelce laughed. Rafe took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He could still get it up, in fact, it happened quite often. Usually by himself, in the dark of his room, thinking about you; how wet you got for him, the noises you would make, how you clenched around him like you were made perfectly for each other. He didn’t want anyone else, you had successfully ruined him for any other girl. Topper stopped Kelce from going any further, feeling bad for Rafe, he thought he could relate with his Sarah situation but he had no idea. Rafe was heartbroken, sleeping around wouldn’t make it any better. 

“Can you both shut the fuck up and just hit the balls? Jesus Christ.”

The rest of the game went by quickly. Rafe played like shit, and Topper and Kelce made fun of him for it. He threw his clubs down and walked into the bar area to get a drink, keeping his head down. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, would you come to their party tonight? Usually, you wouldn’t miss a party, but things have been different lately. It was almost as if you two were galaxies away instead of a few streets over on Figure 8, he hadn’t seen you around since the breakup. He checked your social media obsessively, looking for any hint of what you’ve been up to since you left his house for the last time but you must’ve hidden your stories from him. He had half a mind to ask Topper or Kelce to see if they were blocked but he couldn’t bring himself to give up his pride. He left them at the club without another word and went home to shower and get ready to have a shit ton of drunk teenagers in his house. It was pretty much routine for him at this point to stand in the shower, the water running over his shoulders as he jerked off at the thought of you, he finished quickly and washed the sweat off of his body. He sighed, he felt absolutely pathetic and just wanted to text you but he knows he can’t do that. 

-

He sat in a chair outside, not really paying attention to the conversation going on around him. His eyes scanned the party and he sighed, giving up on the thought that you would show up here. He got up to get another drink when Stephie stopped him on his way to the kitchen. 

“Hi, Rafe!” She said in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.

“Hey, Stephie,” he sighed, hoping she would get the point. Of course, she didn’t. She walked closer to him, placing a hand on his forearm as she leaned in to talk over the music.

“You threw a great party!”

“Yea, thanks.” He nodded shortly, he didn’t want to be rude but he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

“Rafe, you’re single, right?” She smiled up at him innocently.

He shook his head quickly, “I mean, I guess, yeah. Not really looking for anything, though.”

He looked over the top of her head, looking for any excuse to leave the situation when he caught eyes with you. You were standing next to your friends, looking like a deer in the headlights as you watched Stephie run her hand up and down his arm. 

“Rafe, did you hear what I said?”

He snapped his head back down to her, he hated the way she said his name.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was saying, I have a proposition,” she started.

“Yeah, Stephie, look I’m sure you’re great but I’m really not interested. Sorry.”

She dropped her hand, looking disappointed, “Not over Y/N, huh?”

“No, not in the slightest,” he shrugged, what was the point of lying?

“Well, good luck with that,” she laughed lightly, walking away from him quickly. He looked back up, but you were gone from where you stood. Great, he thought. He walked into his kitchen, going for his favorite drink that he kept hidden away from everyone else. He stopped in his tracks, not expecting anyone else to be there, he made sure it was known that it was off-limits to the general public. It was dark, so all he saw was the outline of a person. He flicked the light on, ready to kick them out before you turned around and he saw you standing there, wiping a tear out of your eye quickly trying to hide it.

“Oh, it’s just you.” 

He tried to play it cool but it felt as though all the wind was knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you. 

“Yea, sorry, too many people out there, I’ll leave though.” You sniffed softly.

“No, Y/N, you’re fine. Stay.”

You nodded and grabbed the bottle you know he came in here for, handing it over to him without saying a word. He smirked, you knew him so well.

“Shouldn’t you be with Stephie?” You cringed at your words, you didn’t mean for them to sound as jealous as they did.

“You’re crazy if you think I want Stephie,” he paused, “You’re crazy if you think I want anyone in the world but you.”

You looked down, hugging yourself, something he knew you did when you were feeling anxious.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed seeing you around.”

“I shouldn’t have come,” you shook your head defensively.

“Then what are you doing here?” He asked.

You shrugged, not having an answer to that question. 

“Do you miss me as much as I miss you?” He whispered, you almost didn’t hear him. 

“Probably more,” you shrugged. 

“Then what are we doing wasting time?” He questioned, taking a few steps closer to where you stood. 

“Oh my god, Rafe, will you stop with all the questions?”

“Baby, I feel like I’ve been going insane every day since we broke up. I’m bound to have questions.”

He walked even closer, trapping you between him and the kitchen counter. It was almost impossible to breathe as he took over all your senses. He leaned down, staring at your lips, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking. You swallowed hard, if you don’t break the silence you’re going to kiss him.

“Rafe, come on. We can’t do this. We broke up for a reason,” you whispered.

“Yeah? What reason was that?” He whispered back, huskily.

“I forget,” you bit your lip as you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip before he pulled you in for a kiss. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck. He grabbed your hips, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. You whimpered into the kiss as he grabbed your ass roughly and pushed his tongue past your lips at the same time. You felt your knees go weak at the taste of him, he was all-encompassing and you were overwhelmed. Pulling his hands away from your ass, you pulled him to follow you towards the stairs. He chuckled to himself at the thought of how everything is working out for him. You turned around and looked at him, smiling back at him. He smacked your ass harshly from where he was behind you on the steps. 

“Rafe!” You gasped, with a laugh.

You practically ran down the hall towards his bedroom, him chasing after you. He caught you before you could open the door and picked you up and spun you around, kissing all over your face and neck. You reached behind you and turned the doorknob so he could walk through it. He kicked it closed with his foot, reattaching your lips in a searing kiss. He walked over to the bed and laid you down on it him right on top of you. Your legs didn’t unwrap from around his waist until you started pulling each other’s clothes off quickly. He ran a finger over the waistband of your underwear, and you bucked your hips, too impatient for any teasing.

“Needy, huh?”

You just nodded quickly, and he slowly rubbed your clit making you moan in surprise. You reached for his dick to feel him through his boxers before you pulled his underwear. He looked down to watch you as you bit your lip and spit in your hand before jerking him off. He groaned and used a hand to grab at your throat making you gasp. He used his other hand to continue fingering you, you were already dripping onto the sheets below you. 

“Rafe, fuck me,” you whined.

“What’s the magic word?” he teased.

“Please?” You looked up at him with a pleading look in your eyes that he couldn’t say no to. 

“Good girl,” he tightened his grip on your throat as he lined himself up and slowly pushed his way into you. 

“Fuck,” you both said at the same time.

“Jinx,” you laughed. He thrust the rest of the way inside, wiping the smile right off your face as you gasped. He was unrelenting in his movements, desperate to feel you soak him, gripping him like a vice. The only things that could be heard in the room were your soft moans and whimpers, and the sound of skin slapping skin. He flipped you over and bent you over so he could hit it from the back, wrapping his hand around your hair, and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. You nearly screamed at the new angle, causing him to move his hand from your hand to your mouth to muffle your cries, his other hand making circles on your clit. Expletives escaped your mouth and tears were running down your face before his hand moved from your mouth to slap your ass and push you back down. Your head was buried in the pillow, grabbing at the sheets. He had both hands on your waist, moving you roughly against his dick. He groaned and flipped you over again. 

“Wanna watch your face while you cum all over my dick, pretty girl.”

You cried and shook your head eagerly. He stuck his index and middle finger into your open mouth and went back to your clit with the other, your eyes struggling to stay open. 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He panted, feeling close to his orgasm too. You clenched around him as he sped up. He dropped his head into your shoulder, panting in your ear. His sounds of pleasure were enough to send you over the edge as you felt every muscle spazz, tightening and contracting uncontrollably. He groaned at the feeling, cumming right after you, pumping every drop inside of you. 

“Shit, Rafe,” you panted. He breathed heavily and dropped his sweaty forehead onto your naked chest, listening to your frantic heartbeat. You lay there for a few minutes in silence, before Rafe moved to make himself more comfortable next to you.

“Can we just stay here and not go back to the party?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You read my mind,” you smiled. 

"We should get back together," he said, nonchalantly.

"We still have our issues, Rafe, we can't just ignore them."

"No, I know. You're right. But I will do anything to make this work if you'll give me the chance."

You thought about it for a second, too wore out to argue. You sighed and nodded your head. 

"Yeah?" He said, biting back a smile.

"Yeah, fuck it," your face mirrored him until you yawned. He pulled you into him as you cuddled. You both fell asleep, sweaty limbs tangled together, ignoring the music coming from Rafe’s backyard.

[jaysgoodgurl]

-Blame it on... (p.js)

pairing: fwb! jay x f! reader

wordcount: 1.0k

content: smut, angst, heartbreak, mentions of alcohol and drugs, slight exhibitionism, idk what else...

note: hi I don't usually post ff on this account but this has been sitting in my drafts for like ever so here we are. It's been a while saur...

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You only ever saw Jay when you were drunk, acknowledged his presence with a bottle in your hand. Why? You didn't know but the thought of not having your liquid courage in your system freaked you out. You needed the drinks to justify why you kept going back, and let him have you the way that he did. 

When did it begin? It was at a frat party you dragged your friends to. Jake had just left you heartbroken and you were ready to be stupid and reckless. You and Jake had been high school sweethearts but he decided he wanted to fuck other girls and that you just had to deal with it or leave. So you left your four year relationship and it led you here in a random frat house, five shots in and your friends nowhere in sight.

That's where he came in. Park Jay. Energetic. Charismatic. Life of the party. He'd plopped down right next to you on the couch to rest and you, being a lightweight, cuddled up to his warmth. He didn't mind. You're hot and single. An easy girl looking for no strings attached. You were just the girl he'd been looking for or so he thought. Little did he know, you were gonna be the one to fuck him up.

So off you went together, getting even more drunk and high than you already were. Bong rip after bong rip until it was just you two in a bedroom upstairs. You, with your skirt unzipped and your top long gone. Him, with nothing but his boxers.

You knew it was a bad idea. Having sex with a stranger right after a big break up. But there was something about him that just had you wanting more. His aura was inviting, luring you into his trap. You needed him to touch you, hurt you. You wanted his soft lips on yours, kissing away the pain. You needed him to make you forget, needed him to ruin whatever's left of you.

Maintaining eye contact, you undid your bra and let the straps slip from your arms. You slipped off your skirt with eaze, not realizing you'd misplaced your underwear. You took it off earlier in the bathroom and forgot to put it back on before you left. It's okay though. You liked the thought of being easy to access. Anyone could have had you and you wouldn't have cared. The thought of it had your pussy wet. That's how willing you were to forget. To have someone distract you from your heartache. You're glad it was Jay who got to have you that night. You'd never tell him that to his face, though…

You let him explore your curves as you both made your way to the bed. You let him eat you out, which you've never let anyone do but you can blame it on the alcohol for your misjudgement. You let him suck on your clit as he pumped two fingers into you, curling up at your sweet spot. You moaned from the sensation, stars filling your eyes. You run your hands through his hair, gripping it tight with each lick he gives to your folds. You gasp as he becomes the first man to make you cum just from eating you out.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he rubs the tip of his cock against your wet folds, lubricating it. He called you his good girl with each kiss as he let you adjust to his size, and maybe just maybe you'd let him be yours, but the thought stung too much. He fills you up to the brim, stuffing you with his length. He's definitely bigger than your ex. With him, you didn't have to pretend.

You let him be as rough as he wanted with you. You didn't care. You needed to feel something. You wanted this man to erase the touch of another. You wanted him to fill you up in each and every hole you had to offer. You wanted each and every drop of his cum to fill you up. You needed him to treat you like the whore you are, so you won't fall in love again. 

So he did. With each sharp thrust, he first came inside your pussy, astonished at how much you begged him to, refusing to even think of the consequences. You then cleaned him up with your mouth, getting him hard again with the swirl of your tongue until he came deep in your throat. Eyes puffy, you swallowed all of it with a smile. That was a first for him, and fuck he wanted you so bad. Before you knew it, he was buried deep in your ass, rearranging your guts as he came for the last time that night, achieving the goal you set for yourself. 

That's how it started.

Afterwards, you woke up sore with a pounding headache. Hickeys littered your chest, neck and thighs. Dried cum stuck to your skin...and Jay. He was sleeping so peacefully by your side. You almost wanted to kiss his pretty face, wanting to snuggle up to his side and breathe in his fragrance. But you didn't.

Instead, you got up slowly as memories of last night came flooding back. Was it a mistake? Maybe. A mistake you'll keep coming back to. A mistake you sought out when you were drunk and sad at night and had nowhere else to go but his apartment.

And Jay? He didn't mind that you only ever saw him when you were drunk. Although, he wished you'd let him take you out one of these days. It used to drive him crazy when this all started. You, refusing to even talk to him about what you were. Rejecting him whenever he'd tried anything while you were sober. Was he really that awful in bed that you needed liquor just to sleep with him? He tried breaking it off before. Ending this stupid game of cat and mouse. Why should he have to deal with your fucked up heart? But then he'd miss you and he'd come crawling back. It's whatever though. Having you like this was better than nothing...right?

[thefreakandthehair]

"You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin — to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours — closer than you keep it yourself." Eddie quotes at Steve, poking him in the chest. Steve watches as Eddie sways, just a tiny bit but it betrays the facade of sobriety he'd been trying to hold.

Eddie’d once had a better tolerance but he couldn’t drink throughout his recovery and everyone was finding that Eddie is a tactile, Lord of the Rings-quoting type of drunk as a result.

They’re alone in the corner of Steve’s living room, their arms wrapped one another, and it mustn’t be shocking because no one is looking their way. Only their closest friends are present and they’re left with plenty of room to touch without strange looks.

"But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo." Eddie finishes and flashes a warm smile at Steve and sure, Steve is a little less than sober himself but it’s the same smile Eddie’s been tossing him for fucking months and Steve is just tipsy enough to catch it.

“You tryin' to tell me something, Munson?” Steve asks, reaching one arm out to steady his friend. Yeah, sure, just a friend, his mind teases.

It’s been a solid six or so months since they’d been victorious against Vecna and shut down the Upside Down for good. And okay, he and Eddie have shared a bed more nights than they haven’t since then and it’s perhaps been a lot more than just friendly to Steve, but he’s learned not to make assumptions.

People don’t always feel about him the way he feels about them, and he can handle that. He can. At least, he can until Eddie starts drunkenly quoting the Lord of the Rings at him after a few shots at his New Years Eve party leading into ‘87. He’s got one hand wrapped around the back of neck, absently tugging on the hair at the nape, and Steve is trying to sober up enough so he doesn’t kiss his friend and read this all wrong.

“You were Frodo, Steve. And I was Sam. And I love you.” Eddie says, giggly but genuinely with both his hands digging into Steve’s waist now. The grin is real— it touches his glossy eyes and spreads across his face easily.

And I love you bounces around like a rogue ping pong ball in Steve’s chest. Steve sees that Eddie’s drunk— he can tell from the giggle, the tight grip on his skin, the glossy eyes. And Steve is heartbroken. He’s been head over heels for the man in front of him for at least the three months, consciously at least, and here he is, reminding Steve of everything he can’t have.

“Man, don’t say shit like that if you don’t mean it, alright?” Steve tries to make it joking, tries to laugh and smile in the way he thinks he should because Eddie's drunk but shit, if he hasn't daydreamed about Eddie saying those words to him. 

Eddie though? Well, Eddie might be drunk but goddamn it he knows Steve. And he means it. He loves Steve so much, it feels like it's trying to claw its way out of his body. He's just tipsy enough to finally tell him.

“Stevie, I do mean it. I mean okay—”  Eddie readjusts his Zeppelin shirt beneath his leather jacket and stands taller, fingers threading their way through Steve’s belt loops. “I may not be completely sober but I’m like, completely fuckin' in love with you? How dumb is that?” He laughs and ducks his head against Steve’s chest, wrapping his arms around back Steve's waist where this all began.

“Not dumb at all, Ed. Not dumb at all. Ball’s gonna drop soon, wanna watch it?” Steve feels Eddie's laugh against his chest where he holds Eddie tighter, suddenly afraid of beginning a new year. Eddie clings to him and Steve's brain begins a hysterical loop of questions like What if Eddie suddenly doesn't want to be this close when it's not 1986? When it's not the same year that we'd met and fought demons together? What if this fades, like everything else has?

"I dunno, do you love me? Be a hell of a way to ring in a new year, gettin' kissed by the one and only Steve Harrington!" Eddie's question throws a stick into the wheel of his looping brain, screeching it to a halt.

Steve knows this isn't the time and he knows Eddie probably won't even remember this in the morning but he does it anyways. He pulls back, takes a look around the room where all of their friends are cheering and counting down.

Robin had started the countdown at 60 seconds, just a touch too early, and they're only at 47 when Steve runs both of his shaking hands up and down the length of Eddie's arms. The last time they approach Eddie's shoulders, he keeps them there and inches closer, searching Eddie's wide, beguiled eyes for hesitation and finds none. Just finds what he always does: warmth, joy, comfort.

"39!"

"38!"

"37!"

"Ed, stop me if I've got it wrong."

"36!"

"35!"

"Definitely not wrong, Steve."

"33!"

"32!"

It's still 1986 when Steve Harrington finally kisses Eddie Munson. It's soft, gentle, close-lipped and tender without pushing for more. Eddie's fingers go numb and his toes curl in his boots, and Steve sees colors in a new way when they pull away and open their eyes.

"I do love you, Eddie." Steve says, breathless and happy in a way he hasn't been in years. He's still afraid, but even if he only gets this one moment, he's going all in for it. "So fucking much."

One palm comes up to rest on Steve's cheek, warm metal against his skin in the way of Eddie's rings. "It's not even the new year yet." He says with a laugh and a smile with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"19!"

"18!"

"Couldn't wait. I'll do it again in 1987, if you'll let me?"

"Any year, any dimension, Steve."

The countdown is getting closer and Dick Clark is yelling on the television when Steve grabs Eddie's hand and pulls him to join their friends, one arm slung over his shoulders and Eddie's around his waist. Steve gets a beaming smile and cocked eyebrow from Robin and his nod is all she needs.

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

People start pairing off, and Steve's sober enough to realize that none of this would have made sense to him just a few months prior. Robin pulls Nancy closer with the hand not holding an obnoxiously loud noisemaker, Argyle smiles meaningfully at Jonathan, and Steve finds himself being spun back to face Eddie.

"Ready?"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

It's 1987 when Eddie Munson finally kisses Steve Harrington. They don't join the chorus of Happy New Year's! around them because it's Eddie's turn to kiss Steve, and he fucking does. A little harder, a little more tongue, a bite or two when Steve returns the same eagerness and impatience. It's Eddie who breaks the kiss, lips shiny and swollen.

"Gotta good feeling about '87, Stevie. Got a really good feeling."

[slut4msby]

i wish you were sober. miya atsumu x Reader

+ tags & warnings; alcohol use & not proofread

+ a/n; day 1/7 :p have some atsumu bc i will always write about this man <3

“Having fun, Y/N?” Atsumu yelled over the shitty pop music playing in the background. His breath smelt like the cheapest vodka, yet despite his fucked up state he was one of the most gorgeous people you have ever seen. It was almost as if he was glowing. His hair swept to the right and his brown eyes staring down at you.

“I dunno? You having fun, ‘Tsumu?” You smile in response, swishing around the store-brand soda in your cup.

“Of course I am, Y/N! That’s a dumb question.” 

“Then I’m having fun, ‘Tsumu! Tonight’s about you.” Tonight you were celebrating Atsumu making into the MSBY Black Jackals team, pursuing his passion and his greatest dream. The party was filled with friends from the past and present.  Everyone coming together for one more night before everyone's lives filled up with the duties of adulthood.

“You have always cared so much about me, Y/N-chan.” Atsumu chuckled. 

“Hey ‘Tsumu? I’m gonna go get another drink.” You yell getting up walking into the sea of drunk adults. Your drink wasn’t empty but you couldn’t stand being around Miya Atsumu any longer.  

As you made your way through the lively crowd, the thumping beat of the music only intensified the fluttering in your chest. Atsumu's voice echoed in her mind, and the scent of the cheap vodka lingered like a sweet torment. His intoxicating presence had a peculiar effect on her. In the midst of the celebration, it was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull you had on you.

Every word he spoke, every smile he flashed, seemed to wrap around you like a spell. As you stand in one of the corners scanning the room, your eyes can’t help but stop on Atsumu. A bottle of beer in his hand this time, ripped jeans hugging his legs and a shirt you were sure belonged to Osamu. 

You couldn’t stand being here anymore, you finally gathered the confidence to walk over to Atsumu placing a hand on his shoulder. “‘Tsumu? I’m going to head out now.”

“Wait Y/N, let me walk ya out at least! It’s the least I could do.”

And he does just that. Follows you to your car door. You unlock the car before turning around to say your final goodbye. The cool night air embraced both of you as you stood by your car, the distant sounds of the party fading into the background. Atsumu leaned against the car, his brown eyes fixed on yours, a hint of seriousness replacing the playful demeanour he had maintained throughout the night. 

“I love you, Y/N. Like LOVE. Like I LOVE ya a lot and I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night and you don’t understand the effect you have on me and stuff. I’m not good with my emotions or words but I LOVE you Y/N.”

The weight of Atsumu's confession hung in the air, his words blending with the cool night breeze. His sincerity was unmistakable, but the alcohol on his breath and the chaotic energy of the party left you torn between the intoxicating moment and the reality of the situation.

A mixture of emotions played on your face as you processed his words. Atsumu's drunken honesty tugged at your heartstrings, yet a part of you couldn't fully trust the authenticity of the moment. You cared for him deeply, but you knew the importance of clarity and understanding in matters of the heart.

“I- That’s real sweet, Atsumu. But I wish you were sober. I wish you were sober so I could believe those words.” You state, your voice soft. 

With a final nod, you got into your car, the engine starting with a purr. Atsumu stepped back, watching as you drove away from the chaos of the party. You left a dumbfounded Atsumu standing there watching you drive away. His heartbroken. 

The drive home was both a physical and emotional journey. The music playing on the radio became a distant backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. You couldn't deny the intensity of your feelings for Atsumu, but the timing and the influence of alcohol cast a shadow of doubt over the sincerity of the moment.

Back at the party, Atsumu was left standing alone, surrounded by the remnants of the celebration. His heartache was palpable, and the gravity of his words weighed heavily on him. “I wish you were sober.” The words that came out of your mouth that repeated in his head for the rest of the night. The words that encouraged him to keep drinking until he would forget.

I wish you were sober.

©slut4msby.

[vemuabhi]

Accidentally in love?

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #dwtdcollab hosted by @nagumoan I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Kaeya x Reader

Word count : 2.5K

Warnings : Yandere ; Modern AU ; House break

Summary : You always loved Kaeya one sided, but one accident had felt like changed him. But now you cannot let your feelings not be heard.

copyright © vemuabhi Please support by reblogs if you like my writings.

“What happened?”, you shook the shoulder of your friend Diluc as he sat heartbroken on the chair outside the Emergency ward.

“He didn’t speak a word since Kaeya was admitted in the hospital”, Eula adjusted her glasses as she looked at the door of the room Kaeya was in. What had happened? Just yesterday you had met those brothers and talked about your lives after college. Diluc and Kaeya were your college friends. After college, you couldn’t find friends like them no matter wherever you went. The two handsome men were your friends and that made some classmates be jealous of you, when you yourself didn’t knew how they both became so close to you too.

The two of them met you near a party, when you noticed the tan man, away from everyone else two blocks away from the party throwing up. The ginger was looking out of breath, even though he still looked breathtaking with that high pony. You pointed him towards the blue and even helped Diluc carry him towards his car. That’s how you three met. The next day in class, Kaeya recognised you and practically dragged you to Diluc. Ever since you three have been inseparable. After College, sometimes you three caught up and talked serious thing about the future and to silly nothings like how Diluc let himself go just because he changed his hairstyle from a high pony to now a low one.

Now you sat next to the ginger and gently pulled him towards you, letting him rest on your shoulder. Just yesterday you and Diluc were talking shit to Kaeya right to his face about how he got drunk recently and ended up sleeping on the branch of a tree, who knew it was even possible.

After what seemed like an hour, Diluc held your shirt, still laying on your shoulder. His eyes glistened with tears welling up in them. “Will he… wake up?”, he spoke sending chills down your spines. Of course, even if the brothers fought more than most of the siblings, for Diluc, Kaeya was one of his only few friends he could rely on and trust.

“He will. Trust me, he is one of the most stubborn person I’ve met in my life”, Eula smiled at Diluc as she patted his head.

Seeing Diluc in such a miserable state was the first time for you. You remember the times when Kaeya spoke with you how Diluc was for almost a year after his father passed. He mentioned how he was broken and just dedicated the complete year to studies. While Kaeya, he had his regrets. That was the year he actually got addicted to alcohol. Both the brothers had fought always during that time but, stayed by each other’s side when needed the most.

After 20 minutes Eula left and you and Diluc were the only people remaining near the hospital ward. You tried to stay strong for Diluc, who was now sobbing softly onto your shoulder the moment Eula left. It was as if he was trying to hold back his tears until he could stay alone, or with you being the exception. You rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him.

After exhausting himself from crying, he fell asleep on your lap. While your hands laced his red locks. Diluc was strong, stronger than you and Kaeya in most of the aspects. He was responsible, calm, composed and knows how to invest thoughts and time usefully. But just like how he was so strong, it took just one hit on his weakness to make him crumble and fall apart. You prayed to the gods above to make Kaeya live.

You really loved Diluc, he was your best friend, but… Kaeya. He was… no, he had been your crush since the day you laid your eyes on him. You spoke to no one regarding your feelings for him to anyone. You wondered when Diluc was actually your type, Kaeya was the one who had your heart captured. He was careless, prioritised drinking more than any of his partners, but he valued his friends very much. Now as Diluc was sleeping, now your tears streamed down your cheeks.

Kaeya, The one boy in class, who was extremely popular for his looks and charm. He looked ethereal to you. He was the type of guy, to fuck and forget. ‘The Drinks before Dates’, he used to say before he bailed on one of his dates for alcohol. But his voice could make anyone get an eargasm. His style was always on point. His grades were just as amazing because he could remember things so well. Even if he showed up hungover, he could remember the classes well. You couldn’t get your racing heart to calm down every time you looked at him. He charmed you every time you were with him.

Diluc was your safe space, because whenever Diluc was around, your emotions stayed intact. But you did feel calm with Diluc more. He was the type who stayed quiet, which made some people uncomfortable but, you could understand that, it was just who he was. ‘Only if people could give him some more time’, you used to think about Diluc while he sincerely read the book before him in the library. He was so your type and he even was handsome, but… your heart fluttered for Kaeya.

“I love him”

“I know”

Your teary eyes widened when you heard the voice of Diluc. He wasn’t looking at you as his hand continued to rest on his eyes.

“Make sure to tell him when he wakes up”, he grunted as he woke up from your lap.

“Okay, I’ll tell him”, your tears continued to roll down your face again. Diluc wiped your tears with his thumb and said, “He’ll live, I’m sure”. That was all you needed to hear from Diluc. You smiled and nodded.

XOXOXOXOXXOXO

By the blessings of the Gods, he lived and the first chance you got, you expressed your feelings for him. He was shocked as to never notice those feelings of yours. He agreed to go out with you making him to mention that you were his girlfriend. That was a very happy moment for you but.. you couldn’t help but feel a bit weird? Was it because of how your friend was now your boyfriend or was it because of how… he seemed, different. The glow in his eyes shifted. It… made him seem… unapproachable at times to you. His friends came to meet him and wish for his recovery. No one seemed to notice the difference. Was it… all in your head? Was he okay? Was he… still the same Kaeya?

‘Did… Diluc notice it?’, you looked at him and he had the same blank expression while he sat next to Kaeya, as his friends greeted him. The smile on Kaeya’s face still dangled on his lips. As he was making jokes with his friends, his gaze met yours making him to flash you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. ‘Whatever, he is still the Kaeya that I liked. Maybe I’m thinking way too much.’ You removed those thoughts and smiled back at him.

“That was the moment I lost my conscious as I looked at my bike almost crushed beside me.”

“That is really painful to even imagine”, Diluc nodded as you said it.

“Still alive, doing just fine”, he said as he got a cramp in his fracture making him lean back on the pillow.

“Ok, okay we get it. You are strong. Can you care for resting a bit”, you said while helping him to adjust his posture.

“Idiot”, Diluc scoffed while Kaeya Laughed.

As days passed Kaeya seemed to smile and gleam more and more whenever he was talking to you. It felt like he was really starting to like you.

“How come did I not notice you before”, he took your hand in his making Diluc uncomfortable and leave the hospital room. “I’ll take you on your best date once I am okay to leave the hospital”.

Kaeya was the epitome of adoration to you now. You just couldn’t help but meet him every day after work because he was bored most of the time being alone in the hospital. Sometimes you got him pretty flowers like him and sometimes fruits. Kaeya wasn’t much of a reader but, he started to read and even complete reading the books you got him. He was… actually making an effort. He would learn your interests and talk to you about them. Making the conversations last even longer.

After what felt like months, though it had been only 10 days he got out of the hospital. Even though he wasn’t healed he insisted on taking you for your date that he had promised. But you refused and instead suggested watching a movie in his house while Diluc went for his Job. Which you did implement.

Kaeya already prepared few movies to choose from as now he knew what type of movies you liked. Ordered food and placed it on the table. It was so precious how he was still having one of his arms in cast and was using a walking stick to maintain his balance, wore comfortable navy-blue shirt which was way too big on him, but still, he prepared all this. All of it for his date with you. ‘Was he always like this?’, you thought as both cuddled on his couch as the movie kept playing.

After the date, while you were leaving, he got sad and tugged on your shirt in an attempt to ask you to stay. You couldn’t leave him like that so you did what was best for that moment. You tiptoed as your hands pulled him down, you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was brief but it was enough to make his cheeks to turn into the shade of red that you have never ever seen. His visible eye widened and you could see that his pupil diluted.

“Bye”, you said and walked backwards while you faced him. His fingers touched his cheek as his other hand waved you.

‘Fuck that was damn adorable’, you thought as you left.

That night, you couldn’t sleep properly. The blue was all you could think of. Then you heard your phone chime. It was him.

“You not sleeping yet?”

Your lips formed a smile as you typed back.

“No, still not asleep. I will regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, when I have to go for work”.

“haha , Should I wake you up?”

“It would help”.

“Okay, get your beauty sleep my princess”.

With that you placed your phone aside while smiling to yourself. Little did you know, that he was also feeling the same. If mentioned correctly. Your feelings wouldn’t even compare to the “affection” he had for you.

If he was your friend like before, he would’ve suggested to close your curtains before going to bed, but now he was happy that you didn’t close the curtains. He wasn’t afraid of any creeps trying to look at you. If he found any, he could just end them there itself. So, no threat to you now. He was protecting you. He thought as he leaned back on the wall while he used the support of the stick he needed for balance. ‘Should get better as soon as possible’, he thought as he rubbed his injured hand. ‘At least for Y/N’s sake’. His good hand again reached for the binoculus hanging on his chest. Positioning the view to again look at your sleeping form from the window.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

That healing took about 6 to 7 weeks, but Kaeya didn’t complain to you because you would regularly help him and take him to the doctors when needed. That way, your love was visible to him. “Even I want to take care of you”, he placed his hand on your cheek, “I will get better soon”.

“Good! That’s the sprit Kae”, you said as you placed your hand on his. He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Kaeya got Clingy as soon as he got better. You weren’t complaining as you also were an overthinker. So being clingy was way better than making you feel miserable, in which your ex’s scored a perfect score.

“You are in cab now?”, you hummed in response. “Send me your location”.

You smiled because none of your previous relationships ‘cared’ for you like Kaeya did. Little did you know, he made sure that your location was always being shared with him without you knowing. This way he could know where you were and could rescue you quickly.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The first time you and Kaeya actually went on a date ended with him being on your bed, while his hands ran through your hair as you made out. Strange how he didn’t even ask you regarding the confusing light switches. ‘Maybe he was just that clever’, you reassured yourself as you deepened the kiss. You straddling him while he was still trying to hold you was the last straw for his composure.

Man with one swift move changed the positions. Now you were underneath him. His kisses travelled from your jaw to your collar bone, while his hands worked their way to undress you. Sex with him was even better than you could ever imagine. His voice was enough to make you turned on but his moans and grunts were just, irresistible.

“You are mine, Y/N and I am yours”, was what he said as he held you in his arms.

“So you are falling in love with me?”, your question made him to chuckle.

“Ah, sorry for not letting you know earlier. I thought it was made clear that I love you”, his words made your heart to skip a beat. Of course you didn’t knew all the times he confessed his feelings to you as you were sleeping while he conveyed his emotions.

“I have fallen in love with you my dear”

“I… I also love you”, your cheeks flushed red and you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

“So, Y/N, who is this guy named Childe?”

“Ah, he’s my colleague, Why do you wanna know about him Kae-”, you tried to look at him but he again pulled you back into his chest making you giggle.

“Just making sure my love is okay and not being involved with dangerous people”, he pinched your cheek as you looked up at him.

“Hehe, its fine Kae, Childe is a nice guy. He is very outgoing person and friendly like you. No reasons to be worried”.

“Yeah, if you say so my dear”

Yeah, It wasn’t okay for Kaeya... He will definitely take things in his hands. Maybe he should just get a job in your company, so then you can be with him all the time. If keeping the relationship, a secret in office was required, he could do that. As keeping you safe was the first priority to him.

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nari's love life !

nari started dating after they debuted. It was obviously against the company rules, but what were they gonna do about it? kick her out? she's pansexual and so far, has only dated people with the same life as her (idols), because they can understand each other's schedules and make it work better than with someone who's not a part of this life. right now, she's currently in a relationship with a male idol.

2015–2016 › seulgi, red velvet

— their friendship started when nari ended up confessing her undying love for red velvet's main dancer on a live.

— may I add... while she was completely wasted.

— she was saying how much she loved watching the older woman dance and how much talented she was.

— then, seulgi approached her on a music show the next day.

— didn't really date, but they were tied to one another, if you get what i mean.

— a sort of fwb kind of relationship.

— then nari confessed.

— and they decided to not keep on with this relationship.

— and then, nari was left heartbroken, but at least they are still friends.

— they joke about it from time to time.

2016–2017 › jayb, got7

— they were friends way before they started dating.

— nari met him because of her friendship with got7's maknae line and ended up befriending him due to bambam introducing them.

— started dating because jaebeom showed her a song he wrote for her, confessing the feelings he had.

— it also became a part of one of got7's albums.

— dated for almost 9 months then they broke up.

— she had a really good time with him and can't really complain, same as him.

— he wrote various songs for her just as she has written lots of songs about him.

— remain as friends and they support each other til this day.

2017 › wheein, mamamoo

— after her break up with jaebeom, she wanted to date women again.

— didn't go so well.

— her and wheein were friends for a long time before they dated.

— but they couldn't really understand each other and talk while they were together.

— the relationship ended after three months.

— and their friendship too.

— both parties don't really speak to each other anymore.

— it's awkward at gatherings when they are both there.

— nari tries to avoid wheein at all costs.

2018–2020 › baekhyun, exo

— got close because of a collaboration they did together.

— started dating after a couple months of knowing each other.

— their relationship consisted of spending quality time with each other.

— her first ever long-term relationship and her first public relationship.

— they dated for 2 and a half months until they broke up.

— happened during the pandemic, they slowly distanced themselves.

— especially due to their different life rhythms at the time.

— then nari broke up with him after a fight they had.

— he was devastated and literally tried to gain her back at all costs.

— going as far as posting some cryptic stuff on his social media.

— hinting that he missed someone so much that he thought his heart was going to stop beating.

— and then deleting right after.

— he still loves her, but she moved on.

— and for good.

obs.: some speculate that the album bambi has something to do with nari.

2021–present › seungcheol, seventeen

— okay, how to start?

— they've been friends since forever, basically.

— cheol has had the biggest crush on her ever since they met, but he didn't do anything due to their teamwork.

— he supported her through her every relationship, and she's forever grateful for that.

— nari takes great care of him. she just wants what's best for this boy!

— they started dating after a drunk confession on cheol's side.

— she was a bit hesitant at the start, but she knew that what they had was way more than just a friendship.

— then, after overthinking she just said fuck it and kissed him.

— all the members LOVE to tease coups for it.

— they NEVER will tease nari because of their relationship.

— just their big and scary leader who turns into the biggest softie whenever he sees her face.

— they've thought about going public but decided on letting people find out by themselves.

— which is slowly working since they don't really hide much.

— they've been together for a long time now and expect them to be like this forever!

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[hicomsstuff]

Enemies to lovers

Summary: your best friends with Nick and Chris after you meet them at a party, but you and Matt don't get along at all but you still see him often because Chris, nick and Matt all live together. then a random weekend night you come stumbled across Matt at his house..

Warnings: smut, swearing, pet names, fingering, sex, hickeys, being drunk, (let me know if I have missed something)

You have always hated Matt but started having feelings for him but, you never stopped seeing him because you are best friends with his brothers. Then on a random Saturday night you come into his house without asking

"Chris..nick?" You say while falling over because of how drunk you are "what the fuck y/n!!, it's 1 am in the morning, why are you here?!" Matt yells at you

"Where's nick or Chris..?" "They are on a trip and I stayed home, that's not the point why the fuck are you here??"

"I'm really drunk..my boyfriend broke up with me as well" suddenly Matt feels a soft spot for you "I can clearly see your drunk...oh and I'm sorry your boyfriend broke up with you"

You start to feel really sick "Matt I need to throw up!" Matt rushes you to the sink and you luckily get there in time "gosh..are you okay?"

"No...I'm heartbroken" you say while breaking down in his arms "let's get you to bed"

Matt puts you in bed and takes your shoes off "thank you, Matt" you say while smiling then hugging him

"It's okay, anything for you" you start to gasp "don't you hate me?"

"Yeah but-" before he can finish his sentence you pull him for a kiss but instead of him pulling away or pushing you

He kisses you back "I think i love you, y/n"

"Don't worry, me too Matt" both of you continue to lay down while cuddling

(The next day)

"Good morning, sweetheart. You remember last night hmm?" Matt says whispering

"Yeah I do...so you have feelings for me??" You ask "I'm madly in love with you, y/n"

"I am as well, I think i...want to be with you" "hmmm really now?" Matt teases you "yes I am, please I want to be with you" you beg him

"I do too..but you just got broken up with, I don't want to make things worse for you"

"I know..but I uh" "what is it sweetie?" "I um...I've liked you for a while now"

"Wait actually?" Matt says while smirking "mhm yeah I have so personally I don't think it will affect me, baby"

Matt starts to get an excited feeling in his stomach "well...you belong to me now, princess."

You and Matt start kissing aggressively until you both hear the front door open

"Oh shit!!, I forgot that Chris and nick would be home today.."

"Well, we'll have to tell them we are dating at some point so why not do it right now?"

"I mean, you are right. C'mon let's go" you and Matt walk out of his bedroom and down stairs, you both see Chris and nick and both of you start to hold hands

"Uhh why are you guys holding hands...?" Nick and Chris ask

"Well, uh we are dating" you say with fear because you think they will get mad

"Fucking finally!! It took you guys long enough" nick says "yeah nicks right, but y/n what happened to your boyfriend??" Chris asks

"Oh we broke up" "shit I'm so sorry, but honestly Matt is wayyy better so no need to worry!"

Matt chuckles to himself and you and Matt go upstairs to his bedroom again

"Gosh, that was kinda stressful.." you say "oh yeah? I'll help take some stress off you, darling"

Matt starts to pull down your sweatpants as well as your underwear

"Shittt..your already so wet, fuck I love you" Matt unbuckles his pants and pulls them down and he takes his shirt off

He starts to take your shirt and bra off as well so your fully naked, Matt starts to put two fingers in you and he kisses your tits

"Fuck Matt.." you whisper in his ear "want more baby?" I nod my head until he says "darling, use your words."

"Please Matt, give me more. I'll fucking beg you for it if I have too.."

"Good girl." Matt puts his throbbing tip on your clit, getting ready to put it in you

You moan loudly and look at him as a sign to put it in

Matt finally puts it in "shit, ma...your taking it so well, keep on going for me" you nod your head and try not to moan too loudly because Chris and nick are home

"Matt, I need to cu-" you say while breathing heavily but before you finish talking Matt puts his hand on your mouth

"Do you think you can stay quiet for me?" Matt asks while smirking "yes.",

"Good." Matt pulls out and goes down to your clit and licks up all your mess you've made

"You taste so fucking good, baby. It's unbelievable" Matt says while kissing you making you taste yourself

Matt puts your clothes back on and he just puts his boxers back on and nothing else

Matt starts to give you hickeys on your neck and chest "Matt your gonna give me hickeys"

"I know, baby. I'm marking you up so you remember that you belong to me if you need to be put in your place"

You and Matt start to fall asleep

(2 hours later)

You start to wake up while Matt's still sleeping "I need a drink of water, I'ma go downstairs" you start walking out of Matt's bedroom completely forgetting you have hickeys all on your neck

"Oh hey y/n!" Nick and Chris say while watching a tv show "hey!" You say replying back

Then nick notices something on your neck and realise it's a bunch of hickeys "y/n..you have heaps of hickeys on your neck?" Nick says while chuckling to himself

"Looks like someone had fun.." Chris says while trying not to laugh

"Oh shit...uhh" "it's fine we really don't care" "oh okay..haha" you say with a reliefed tone in your voice

You start to head up stairs again and go back to Matt's room

You lay back down with him and he pulls you in to cuddle then you both sleep for the rest of the afternoon

[pleasantangelpaper]

To Run From the Sky (Part 1)

Hi!!! So, this fic is sort of a new thing I'm trying out on my wattpad. It's a William Afton x Reader that is a little angsty! I'm curious to know how tumblr will react to it, so here it is! Feel free to check out my wattpad account if you would like to read there! My user is the same on both platforms! :)

William Afton x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating

   Just last month I was swimming in the clear waters of Malibu beach, and now I'm moving back in with my parents in Hurricane, Utah. Where did I go wrong? How could this have happened to me? I remember, but I still don't understand...

 The air was cold for California as I navigated alleyways, weaving in between sheds and cars to find my friend and roommate, Bethany, who had invited me to her boyfriend's house party. Upon finally finding the house, by ear rather than eye, as crappy pop blared through the enormous living room sound system, I stumbled up the lawn, trying not to trip over various red solo cups. A few boys stood watch outside the door, joking around, and obviously getting very drunk. Walking past them, I entered the house. Loud music and bright lights flooded my senses, bringing me to a very alert state. "Bethany!" I yelled into the void of party-goers. No response was heard. I journeyed on through the group of people, pushing my way past several drunk guys. I then saw a familiar taller gentleman. "Stu!" I yelled at him. "Oh hey Y/N! Have you seen Bethany anywhere?" the puzzled man questioned. I sighed in discontent, "No, I'm looking for her too,". "Maybe you could go check my room? She might have went in there to sit down for a minute," Stu stated. I nodded my head and walked towards the spiral staircase that adorned his second floor balcony. Stu's house was quite lavish. As I found Stu's room I could hear some strange noises from inside. My brain told me to stay out of it, but my heart feared for Bethany. The door opened, and my throat closed. There was my boyfriend, Billy, and my best friend, Bethany, kissing. My mouth stayed open as tears filled my eyes. "How........ how could you do this to me...... how could either of you do this to me.....". The two struggled to find words as they pulled apart from one another. I stood heartbroken in the doorway. My tears started to drip off of my face, creating a puddle on Stu's floor. "Hey Y/N, was she in th-" Stu began to question before he noticed the tension in the room. "What happened?" he asked, a slight tinge of anger becoming evident in his voice. "Stu, baby, he just started kissing me, and I just couldn't fight back," " Bullshit, you kissed me first" The two argued at each other trying to come up with some sort of story that would get them out of trouble, but it was too late. Stu's eyes welled with tears as he screamed for them to get out of his house. I don't remember much after that. It all feels like a blur. I move out of the shared apartment I had with Bethany, and now I'm here, in Utah. 

   I set my last box down on the floor of my childhood bedroom. Waves of emotions hit me as I stare at the corkboard full of memories. Memories of Bethany and I before we had moved to California tainted the room. I felt my soul fill with rage. I tore down  the pictures with tears in my eyes. As I fell to the ground, a soft knock was heard at my bedroom door. "Come in," I grumbled out to the unknown visitor. "How you doing, honey," my mother gently walked into the room, avoiding the pictures on the ground. I just silently cried as she patted my back. "Y'know, I hate to do this to you, but our neighbors, the Aftons, are coming over for dinner tonight, they've got a lot going on as well, and I wish we could reschedule, but this plan has been going on for some time now... we would love it if you would join us, dear," my mother spoke quietly as if any loud words or sudden movements would cause me to spiral again. I sniffled and wiped my tears with my cardigan sleeve, "Thanks mom, but I would rather finish unpacking first," "That's okay honey, take all the time you need,". And with that, my mother left and closed the door, leaving me to my own devices once again. I began to unpack the boxes around me, sorting what I could into the drawers of my old dresser, and organizing a desk space. I set up some stuffed animals on my bed to make it seem more inviting, and I fluffed the pillows that had gone untouched for some time now.

By the time I was finished, I glanced at the clock on my wall and noticed it was 10 o'clock. "I better get something to eat I guess," I spoke aloud to myself. The hallways were dark as I creeped down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. I noticed the smell of burnt coffee as I walked forward, but thought nothing of it, that is, until I noticed a figure that definitely was not either of my parents. "I just can't get this damn thing to work right," the man proclaimed. His purple button-up sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he prodded at buttons on the old coffee machine. His glasses were on the tip of his nose as he stuck his tongue out in thought, his brows furrowed in frustration. My cheeks turned a bit rosy as I stared at the attractive man in front of me. I finally put two and two together and noticed this man must be Mr. Afton. "Do you need any help, Mr. Afton?" I sheepishly spoke. The man spun around in surprise, "Oh! You must be Y/N, I had no idea anyone was still up, your parents told me that I could stay over for the night," he got quieter as the sentence went on, clearly embarrassed by needing a place to sleep. "Don't feel ashamed, I'm also freeloading here right now," I half-joked at my predicament. The older man's face softened as he turned his attention back to the old coffee maker. My family had had this coffee maker for as long as I had been alive. I walked over and grabbed the pot as I hit the button to brew. "Yeah... this thing is so old that if the pot isn't sitting in exactly one place it just doesn't go," I sighed at the fact that we were still using this thing. Mr. Afton chuckled at the piece of old tech and ran a hand through his hair. "Wow, that's something," he said in disbelief. Once the pot was done brewing, I pulled down two coffee mugs, one a pale blue with white bunnies dancing across it, and the other a pale yellow with the same design. "Sorry Mr. Afton, I think these bunny mugs are the only ones clean," I laughed a little at the cute designs in contrast to this grown man. "That's fine, I love bunnies," he smirked. "Also, please don't call me Mr. Afton, you'll make me feel older than I already do... call me William," he half-grunted at the statement. I giggled at him as I poured the cheap coffee into the cute bunny mugs, spilling a bit onto the peeling linoleum of the counter. I handed him the yellow mug in silence and took a sip of the warm drink. I noticed William make a face as he drank it. "Nothing like the taste of off-brand coffee made in a cheap old coffee maker, huh?" I joked. "Oh yeah nothing like it," he chuckled back. We stood with small conversation as we finished our drinks. The interaction made me smile, and I felt a bit warmer inside, like I wasn't alone in all of this. As we both finished off the coffee pot, I gently set our mugs in the sink. "Goodnight William," I said, as I walked towards the stairs. "Goodnight Y/N," 

[genma-support-group]

Chapter 1: Give Me Another Reason

[Chapter List]

ARC Commander Alpha x Original Human Woman x ARC Captain Fordo Rating: M- 18 + | 2,5K Tags: Cheating, Love Confessions, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Declarations Of Love, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe, Drunk Sex, Hook-Up, Canon-Typical Violence, Near Death Experiences, Angst and Romance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

SUMMARY: In this poignant tale of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, we follow Sabe, a woman whose world shatters when she uncovers her partner's infidelity. Heartbroken and disillusioned, she turns to her closest confidant, Fordo, a loyal friend who has always been by her side. As Sabe navigates her pain and begins to heal, she finds unexpected solace in Fordo's unwavering support and understanding. Through shared moments of vulnerability and laughter, a deep bond blossoms between them, leading Sabe to realize that her heart is capable of loving again—this time, in a way she never anticipated. As their friendship transforms into a beautiful romance, Sabe must confront her past and embrace a future filled with hope, love, and the joy of second chances.

The sound of the LAAT flying through the air fills the area where the squad stood, some praying to Makers that they didn’t fully believe in, while others mentally prepared themselves for the coming fight. Somewhere at the group's center, a woman named Sabe, or Sab as some of the troopers call her; stood as one hand played with the sleeve of her jacket while the other hung low due to the weight of the backpack she wore. While the Captain named Fordo rested his hand on her shoulder, mostly a mute by choice, the silence caused her to smile up at him as her eyes followed his hand to his helmet. Which had a design that she didn’t quite understand the importance of but she was proud of him, earning something that brought a bright aura to him. It took her mind off the coming fight, no backup to speak of, and the thought of the man she loved back on Coruscant caused her to bear the weight of her affections.

Removing his hand as she tugged at the backpack she wore, his eyes shifted back to her as she took a deep breath. His left hand rolled into a fist as his heart raced while in the presence of Sabe. Her return to the squad had brought up emotions he hadn’t dealt with since she left, borrowed by another team that needed her skills for a particular mission. Fordo would argue that Sab wasn't needed anywhere else, that his squad, Muunilist 10 needed her with them. However, words had failed him in that meeting but now that she was back, he felt more at ease until the ship shook and the pilot spoke through the coms. The pilots let the squad know of their welcoming party, ready for their arrival, and what would come if they continued.

“Don’t worry, we got this, Captain!” Sabe says as she looks up at him, eyes filled with determination and something else that he couldn’t quite pinpoint but it made his heart skip a beat. “I won’t lie to you sir, I am a little nervous but as long as we have each other's backs. We should be—” She was cut off by the ship as it jolted forward sending the team towards the cockpit. The emergency red light illuminated the interior of the ship as they descended toward the awaiting battleground.

The squad hurried to regain their barring's after the sudden jolt. Sabe and Fordo helped each other up as the jolt sent them both tumbling to the ground together. "You okay?" Sabe said a little breathlessly. The clone captain nods in mute affirmation. She sighs in relief and smiles at him "Good, it's going to be a hard fight, can't have my captain injured before we reach the ground."

A single door to the LAAT opens, allowing them to jump out as the ship hovers over the dusty ground. Blaster fire came from all around as Fordo’s team hurried to safety, bolts flying past their heads as both Sabe and Fordo found a large boulder to hide behind. Kneeling she pulled out her blaster pistol and fired back at the droids that were hunkered down in the buildings just outside a small town that had become a key place for the Republic campaign. Fordo opened the backpack that Sabe wore as a trooper rushed to their side, awaiting for orders as the clone beside Sabe fired back at the droids that shot at them. Fordo takes out three electro-magnetic pulse grenades out from the backpack before handing one to her, one to the trooper, and leaving the last one to himself. Signaling with his free hand as he pointed at three different locations that needed to be taken care of. The three nod before stepping out from their hiding spot; throwing the grenades, at the droids and quickly hiding behind the large rock again.

The grenades barely reached the droids station on the outskirts of the town. One droid looked at the small metal ball that bounced in their station. The droid picked up one of three grenades, thrown at three separate locations, the ball activated and shocked them within seconds of being picked up. Frying the opposing droids which allowed the small squad to move forward with free fire in return. Killing off the last of the droids that stood between them and their goal, Fordo signaled the squad to move forward. Sabe sighed with relief but she had a bad feeling that this was far too easy, she rushed to her captain's side before the feeling could intensify.

Falling into line, Fordo is up front, and Sabe is right behind him as they carefully move toward the center of the town. A town that Sabe argued felt more like a city with its tall buildings and apartments that they had come across but that wasn’t all that caught her attention. The bodies of those from the town littered the streets, the awful smell of burned flesh made her gag as she attempted to keep her meal down. Stepping over the bodies as they got closer to the meeting point. Even so, Sabe frowned as she covered her nose and mouth, only coming to a stop as Fordo raised his right hand.

The squad came to a stop, all were quiet—including Sabe who watched her captain grab something off his belt and toss it up into the air. Where it flew off, leaving them behind while they all watched the hologram of the buildings and streets the small object had scanned while traveling through enemy territory. Where droids appeared in large numbers, while cannons in the distance fired off at something that no one could see. As the feed turned statistic before turning off completely. Creating more problems for the small team that had no chance against a large number of droids. At least that’s what Sabe had thought as worry covered her features.

As the small object fell from the sky, a commando droid caught the piece of tech from smashing into the ground. It held the ball, as it was sure it came from the Republic forces that may or may not be close by. Though, it was curious about it, rolling it in its hand before a button was pressed. Revealing the owner's name, as well as rank to the group of droids including a picture of a clone. “Alpha-77, Advanced Recon Commando, with several serving under him.” The droid said as it turned to face the direction that it assumed the small ball came from.

Fordo stood silent, one hand on his belt while the other tapped the handle of his pistol. As Sabe stepped towards her captain, his comlink came alive with a curious voice that wasn’t fully a clone's voice yet it seemed generated.

‘Alpha-77, where are you?’The robotic sound of a clone asked while Fordo stood silently before answering the com, noting the coordinates that they were at, and how many troopers were killed in the initial arrival. Something was very wrong in this town, and to the shock of Sabe the person on the other end of the coms did not sound phased at the report at all. ‘We are close, will be there soon.’

The coms clicked off and Fordo cracked his neck, his attention shifting to Sabe who stood there confused.

“Why did you lie about where we were?”

Fordo turns away from her, seemingly ignoring her question as he motions for them to move forward but as his arm lowers, Sabe grabs it. Though he is unable to feel the grip she has on his forearm, his head finally turns to her as she begins to speak though her words fall on deaf ears. Pulling his arm away, he moves forward as she doesn’t dare to yell, not behind enemy lines at least. The squad takes glances at her as they move forward. Their trust is unwavering in their captain and to some degree, she never challenged his orders, or words when he did choose to speak. She took a short breath to calm her down after the captain pulled away without answering her. Following after the squad doing a small jog to return to her place behind the captain.

The sound of blaster fire off in the distance drew their attention. She grabs at Fordos belt, forcing him to pause and his hands to roll into fists as he turns to face her, trying his best to stand strong against the pair of eyes that called to him in this moment. He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves after Sabe grabbed his belt, this is not the time or place for emotions. Towering over her like a tree she is a rather short human woman. Fordo took this small pause as an opportunity to speak about his orders. Explaining his thought processes to Sabe.

“They were droids, I could feel it, feel it in the force the General would say,” Fordo said.

Her eyes dipped before she spoke. “I see, I wasn’t aware of that being a thing.”

Fordo turned away, as a lieutenant spoke in his place. “It’s a recent thing with the commando droids that showed up recently.”

“I see.”

Fordo gestured again for them to carry on, heading down streets as they checked every alleyway they came across, looking for droids or survivors of the initial attack on the planet. Careful not to leave an opening for the commando droids, or any droid for that matter any chance to catch them off guard. With that said, Sabe couldn’t help her gut feeling as she spoke up, “Something isn’t right, I think we should move faster,” this time finding an audience with the two lieutenants who seemed to nod in agreement. Even then the pair didn’t respond outside of a nod as they came to another stop just outside of a fallen building that blocked their path. Fordo turns around and speaks once more, though short and to the point. “We rest but not for long.” Fordo finishes.“Yes, sir.” They say collectively.

Some of the infantry men take their helmets off, drinking from a shared cantina while Sabe slid down a piece of large rubble. Taking off a small disc-like object and as she clicked a button on the side, it was a picture of her and Alpha, a clone that wore blue markings on his armor similar to her captain. It made her smile even if it was a sad one, she had left with her Jedi General the day after the clone arrived from the front lines with his own General. The sight of her sad smile had caused the captain some pain, Fordos heart longed for those pictures to be of him and her. Wishing that loving gaze was turned to him instead of the other clone in the holo Sabe was currently looking at. “Sir,” A lieutenant calls out before he returns to the present. “What are your next orders?”

Fordo gestures to the map at the highlighted route. Meanwhile, Sabe looked at the holo picture one last time before putting it away. “How long?” One of the squad members asks. She turns her attention to the trooper who sat next to her. “About six months.” It wasn’t long before the group was back on their feet, heading down a new route made by Fordo and one of his lieutenants.

They stopped short of their goal, spending the night in a half-destroyed building with two infantry men standing guard on the first and second floors for the first watch. Fordo and Sabe take a seat quietly by the heating lamp that they had kept in the bag that Sab wore all day. Resting the bag between her legs, she stared into the lamp with little to say other than. “This is beyond what was supposed to happen, right?” She frowns as her words are unsure. “It didn’t go off the railings too much, so, I would say we are on mark.” The lieutenant who goes by the name of Kotir said.

His response caused her to pout as the other lieutenant chuckled as he sat down next to Fordo who shifted in his armor. The three joked and teased about the mission and other things brought up at random. The nameless lieutenant leaned into his captain, who remained silent for most of the conversation. “You should talk more, spark a conversation with her, since we all know the rumors anyway.” The lieutenant leans away from him, as the captain’s head snaps to him. The rumor. Fordo thought to himself as his attention shifted back to Sabe who brushed back the loose strains of hair that fell from her ponytail.

Fordo’s jaw tightened at the thought of her finding out the truth about his brother or someone he considered just another Alpha. The pair were dramatically different in thought, personality, and behavior. “What are your thoughts on love, captain?” Sabe asks, cutting through his spiraling thoughts. “I don’t think about it often.” He half lied. She smiled brightly at his words before she responded. “Lie, I bet women are throwing themselves at you at 79s.” She wasn’t wrong, but he had no interest in those women.

The sudden burst of blaster fire off in the distance had cut short the conversation, as they all looked to the opening of the building. For a moment the group had forgotten about the war and the things that came with it, even if it was for a short while. “We should eat and rest, who knows what will happen in the morning,” Sabe states as she pulls out a ration bar from her belt. The rest followed but Fordo would only intertwine his fingers as he leaned on his thighs. As everyone ate he grew more unsure of himself.

It wasn’t until Sab rested against a wall that was across the hole that was in the building that Fordo took off his helmet. Revealing his mohawk to everyone, a recent hairstyle he had switched to, from the standard haircut he wore normally. A small scar on his right upper cheek, just under the eye, from when he was a cadet under Jango. Grabbing his ration bar from the tube that was attached to the back of his belt. He bites off a chunk of the food, chewing it as he thinks to himself what he would say if she were to find out the truth about the man she loved. His free hand rolled into a fist as he shook his head at the thought, a thought that was clear as day on his face. “It’s kind of funny, the thought of another brother of ours holding what we want, and love from us,” Kotir spoke between yawns as he carelessly spoke in front of the sleeping Sabe. “I wonder what would happen if that woman found out how he truly felt.” He finished as he adjusted in his armor cracking his fingers. Fordo didn’t bite, instead, he moved to sleep beside the woman he loved, at arm's length for reasons all his own.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

The day after you stole my heart (Kyle spencer x curvy fem reader)

Summary: Kyle spencer was your closest friend over the last two years and flirty but that changed and broke your heart

Warnings: lost of crying, mentions of toxic relationship with family, mentions of suicide, comparing body's to others, getting high and drunk, underage drinking even for the UK

A/n: so this is based on recent events in my life that left me heartbroken so yeah everything is true except the end of the second flashback everything beyond that point is made up

Word count: 3886

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You never thought you were the jealous type but you proven yourself wrong and you hated it, you never felt like this in all the almost 18 years your life but here you are laying in your bed crying your eyes out all because of a stupid Instagram post.

Kyle Spencer was one of your closest friends you both formed a unique bond in the space of two years, complicated sure especially the past few months you were only three months older than him, but now here he was reposting a picture on Instagram of himself and a girl you knew called vicky, she was known to everyone as the girl who gets blackout drunk embarrassing herself at every party.

Kyle befriended her one night at a party vicky already had a boyfriend at the time, Kyle and you were super close then the feeling grew and you had a crush on him, luckily he had a crush on you too, but you didn't want to ruin the friendship you both created.

You would facetime near enough every night even when you were dating your ex at the time only to try and get over kyle but that didn't happen if anything your feelings grew more for the blonde headed boy.

In the summer your dad was away on a business trip for a month or two and luckily you had the keys to his house, Kyle thought it would be a fun idea to watch a movie there so that's what you did.

*flashback*

You unlocked the door to your fathers house Kyle right behind you holding the dvd case with a movie you hadn't seen yet but always wanted to watch, you felt the butterfly's in the pit of your stomach the thought of you and Kyle alone in a house no interruptions made you feel dizzy in the best way possible.

Sure you were really good friends he was one of your best friends and you were to him but lately you had been Flirting back and forth ever since your friend messaged Kyle saying you liked him against your own will but now you were glad because he liked you too but you both agreed not to jump into anything because your friendship meant the world to you both.

So here you were entering the living room setting the dvd player up to watch a movie, Kyle took a look around the place spotting your dad's electric guitar with two strings missing and out of tune, "does your dad play guitar?" Kyle called holding the guitar by the neck taking it into the living room, "uh no actually he got it off our old neighbour when him and my mom were still together he was drunk and yeah he took it but never touched it" you chuckled Kyle knew about why your mom and dad split up and the toxic relationship you had with him hence why he wasn't a huge fan of your father.

"It's a pretty cool guitar I gotta say" he smiled trying to tune it in, "Yeah I loved it as a kid used to try and play it but I would get into trouble" you laughed at the memory of your father scolding you for almost breaking the guitar, "anyway do you want to watch the movie now I think there's some snacks in the kitchen maybe and also I brought these" you smirked fishing into your pocket pulling out two joints.

"You wanna get high?" Kyle asked with a light chuckle, "why not it would be fun plus I'm fun when I'm high" you said Kyle had seen you high multiple times and he would end up on the floor crying with laughter at you, "okay" Kyle chuckled taking the joint from your hand his fingertips touching your hand sending shock waves down your spine.

"Let's watch the movie" you smiled taking the dvd from the sofa and placing it into the dvd player, you lit your joint as the opening credits roll handing your lighter to Kyle who did the same taking a long drag of the smoke before blowing it into the air, you couldn't lie he looked hot with the joint in his hand smoking it.

Your eyes gave Kyle quick glances whenever he wasn't looking you were sitting on one couch Kyle on the other one, you felt the weed hitting your system and you had a stupid grin of your lips, "what?" Kyle asked with the same grin of his face he was clearly high and so were you, "nothing I'm just- I'm just so fucking high" you laughed Kyle ended up with the giggles both not even focused on the movie.

You didn't realise Kyle moved to the couch you were sitting on till you stopped laughing you began to feel nervous he was so close to you yet he wasn't touching you, you craved him so bad but you didn't do anything instead you took the beanie he was wearing off his head and put in on your own, little did you know that taking Kyle's hat off him drove him crazy he thought you looked so adorable in his hat.

"I think it suits me better don't you think" you giggled with red puffy eyes from the weed, "Yeah it does" Kyle smiled taking the hat off your head jokingly, "Hey give it back" you huffed trying to grab the material off him, "it's my hat y/n" he laughed as you tried to take it back off him, but Kyle gave in putting his own beanie back on your head.

You felt those butterfly's again as Kyle's eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, you didn't know what to do when he pressed his lips to yours, his hand held your cheek eventually you responded to the kiss his lips were soft you could taste the weed as he seeked permission for his tongue to dance along with yours.

Your lips parted inviting him in, you wanted more you didn't know how long you were making out for but you didn't want it to stop and neither did he, but it came to an end when you had to pull away for air, you could help but blush like crazy, "that was amazing" Kyle whispered he couldn't believe he mustered up the courage to finally kiss you.

"It was" you smiled bitting your bottom lip something you did when you were nervous, Kyle never moved from your side for the rest of the day his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer, Kyle would kiss you again a few times he wanted to go futher with you but he hadn't done anything like that before whilst you had but he was too shy to make a move.

But the night finally came to an end Kyle had to go back and study so did you, walking down the steps of your father's apartment Kyle took the opportunity to give you one last kiss making you weak at the knees, you didn't want it to end you wished he was yours but your insecurities and doubts were also a huge problem.

You weren't skinny you were chubby, you had the pretty face but you hated your body but Kyle didn't care about that he liked you as a person, your personality was bright, funny, kind and loving despite your heartbreaking past you saw the good side in everything helped others when they needed it Kyle loved that about you.

"I gotta go my buddies here to pick me up" he awkwardly said after he pulled away from the kiss, "Oh yeah I had a great time tonight we should do it again" you smiled as you walked out the building, "we should" Kyle agreed, "well I'll see you later bye y/n"

"Bye kyle"

*flashback over*

You sobbed and sobbed you felt so stupid, he was telling you that him and vicky fell out a few weeks prior because of her boyfriend and now they're together, you didn't blame Kyle she was perfect, pretty face, perfect body, the lot but what you couldn't wrap your head around was why he stopped talking to you, Kyle told you everything but you guessed that maybe she didn't like the friendship you had and was jealous but why.

She didn't know about the kisses and the fact you almost took his virginity the second time you went to your dad's house, you didn't know what to do so you called your best friend who you basically called your cousin Ryan, you waited till he answered the silent tears rolling down your face.

"Hey girl" Ryan's voice beamed down the phone, you couldn't help but sob into the phone "r-ryan can i- I come over please" you hiccuped in-between sobs Ryan's heart broke hearing you so upset it was so unlike you, you hated being upset you always kept your chin up and got on with whatever bad had happened.

"Sure sweetie of course" he replied you thanked him before hanging up and calling a taxi to his place, you packed your bag throwing some sweatpants and t-shirts into the bag and waited on the taxi to arrive you didn't know how you felt, sad, jealous, angry, you were angry at yourself for being so silly to think he actually liked you maybe it was self pitty you didn't know but you wanted it to go away you never cried over a man you didn't love anyone that wasn't your family you didn't want to get too attached to anyone but here you are going to your best friends house because your heart got broken by someone who you weren't even dating to begin with.

You felt like such a child right now, as you entered the cab telling the driver where you were going you plugged in your earphones playing your music, 'Africa by toto' was playing, how kyle loved toto you immediately skipped the track but only to hear your song one that you and Kyle would sing together all the time 'dani california by the red hot chilli peppers' you tried to hold in the tears but you were unable to.

'Was it all a lie?' 'Maybe she's better for him' 'was I just something to take his mind of her?' You head was spinning with the horrible thoughts you didn't realise that you had arrived at your best friends house, you paid the driver thanking him before getting out of the car.

You walked up the pathway to your friends house you didn't bother knocking you were technically Ryan's mums daughter that she never had they were your second family, "is that my gorgeous girl?" You heard Ryan's mum your auntie Mary calling out "Yeah it's me auntie mary" you called back Mary walked out the kitchen and into the hallway spotting you with red puffy eyes she knew you too well and knew you had been crying.

"What the matter?" She asked bringing you in for one of her famous hugs, you just broke down again, your aunt knew you had feelings for Kyle via Ryan's big mouth but she didn't know how much, "it's silly" you brushed it off praying she leaves it at that, "it's not silly now tell me why you are crying?" Mary insisted.

You told Mary everything all she did was console you aswell as Ryan who came into the kitchen five minutes after you had arrived, you felt pathetic crying over a boy it was unlike you, but after a week of crying seeing them post dumb couple things then seeing vickys drunk posts on Instagram making you wonder if Kyle was sane to deal with her when she was drunk.

You decided it was time to get out and forget about everything have a night out with one of your other Friends max, you text him asking if there was a frat party on tonight and luckily there was and it wasn't Kyle's frat house, so you put on your shortest dress you could find a black long sleeve dress that shows your cleavage perfectly, your hair was curled into beachy waved your makeup dark as usual with your black converse.

You looked hot you must admit max sat on your bed as you checked yourself out in the mirror, "you look so good y/n oh my god" he beamed he always loved how you wore what you wanted to not caring about your body shape but in reality you did but tonight you were getting wasted so you don't care at all.

You made it to the party crowds of body's everywhere, you began feeling uncomfortable so you went and did a few shots with max to gain the strength to converse with the other people you barely know until you heard "MAX Y/N" you didn't know who had called you till you turned around and saw her vicky.

She was staggering around the place screaming and shouting you can smell the pure vodka and puke in her breath, "omg y/n I haven't seen you in ages do you know I go out with Kyle Spencer now how weird is that" she slurred shoving her body weight on you for a hug you wanted to scream but you decided to be nice "Yeah I know that is weird" you said with a fake smile Kyle hadn't even spoken to you in a while so you weren't hurt about them anymore you were pissed off at Kyle he hadn't spoken to you in a while and for what.

Vicky left to god knows where leaving you and max alone you clenched the plastic shot cup in your hand crushing it, "Wow you alright" max asked you shook your head angrily "no max I'm not okay" you took some vodka and poured some more shots for yourself you needed something to make this night easier.

About half an hour later you were tipsy dancing around not giving a shit about anything anymore, "y/n" you rolled your eyes seeing vicky infront of you even more drunk that before you thought she would need her stomach pumped in the next hour, "vicky" you mumbled "Kyle told me you kissed a few times and that he said he loved you on your birthday but I said I know y/n and I don't blame him cause your hot like your so pretty" she slurred you were confused on why she was telling you this more importantly why was he telling her that "Oh well thanks vicky but kyle and I are friends well I don't know about that anymore" you sighed you cup of alcohol in hand.

Vicky left you to your own thoughts you needed air so you went outside to get some 'why did he tell her about my birthday?" You thought the memory of that day came flooding back.

*flashback*

You were finally 17 you invited some of your friends over to your house for some drinks, you were still doing your makeup when your friends arrived Kyle came with 3 cds of an artist you both loved you thanked him since he knew how much you wanted them.

Soon enough you were drunk your grandfather came over giving you a beautiful necklace your mom was wasted constantly on the phone to your father till she left to go to his place, no one knew where she went especially your grandad who was angry she left you on your birthday so you were left to calm your grandad down, keep the guests entertained and also argue with your dad to get your mom home.

It was all to much for you to deal with your sat outside of your house with a cigarette still arguing on the phone with you did you didn't notice Kyle was behind you.

"I don't give a fuck dad it's my birthday stop being a selfish fuck and get her to come home she's only at yours because you have booze once it's done she's away she doesn't want you anymore" you shouted down your phone your dad was screaming at you calling you selfish for not letting your mom go out.

"If it was a different time then yeah she can do what she wants but it's my fucking birthday and with all the shit I've been through because of you I think I deserve a good night but no you had to wait till my mom was wasted and ask her to come down she won't fuck you dad your pathetic" you yelled louder Kyle was taken aback he never seen you so angry at anyone but he liked how you told your dad straight.

"You know what dad I don't care fuck you and fuck her as well I'm sick of the both of you you don't care about me you didn't even know it was my birthday" you whispered the last part before hanging up dropping your phone on the ground your arms hugging your knees crying to yourself.

You felt something beside you lifting your head up to meet Kyle's eyes, full of concern and sorrow seeing you so upset on your birthday broke his heart and the fact that nobody cared shattered him, "you okay" he asked you shook your head breaking down in his arms.

"No Kyle I'm not no one cares its my birthday the one day I want to be happy and I can't because my mom and dad are careless and selfish, I just wish I wasn't here anymore I really do kyle" you cried in his arms Kyle had a tears coming out his eyes he hated seeing you like this.

"No body would care if I died and I don't blame them I'm nothing all my life I've been called fat and useless I just can't deal with this anymore I want to stop hurting" you mumbled your tears wetting Kyle's t-shirt but he didn't care.

"Hey y/n look at me" he pulled you away from his grasp your eyes meeting his tear soaked one's, "Don't you ever say that you hear me because I need you, you not fat or useless your perfect you hear me and your dad he's a prick your mom's going through a tough time but I care about you so much y/n you don't even know it I love you" Kyle said it you didn't know what to say.

Before you could say anything else Kyle kissed you again, softly and lovingly like it was the last second on earth he held you like you would break into a million pieces, you pulled away slightly smiling "I love you kyle"

*flashback over*

You sat on the steps outside the frat party sobbing why would he tell her that what else did he tell her about you, you didn't know what to do anymore, you didn't think there was anything to do, you did love Kyle and still do if only you weren't so afraid of ruining the friendship because it's fucked now either way.

You decided to walk to Ryan's house ditching the party, you called Ryan again waiting on his answer, "y/n it's late what's wrong?" Ryan's voice groggy from probably being woken up, "I need your help I seen Kyle's girlfriend" you said making your way over, "did she say anything" ryan asked he already knew you were most likely to go to his like you always do, "Yeah that Kyle said to her that we kissed and that he told me he loved me and I don't know what to do anymore why would he say that" you asked.

"Maybe because he does love you and your too fucking dumb to get into a relationship with him" Ryan said you shook your head, "no Ryan that's not it she's far more prettier than me plus that was months ago almost a year ago" you sighed, "where are you right now" he asked "a few blocks away from Oh fuck his frat house" you groaned "well get some fucking answers from him" Ryan said before hanging up.

Shit shit shit what were you going to do, there was a store infront of you you had your fake Id so you bought some booze to drink walking to Ryan's, finally you were drunk, and some reason at Kyle's place.

You knew he would be the only one home since you saw everyone in the frat house in that party, you knocked on the door the vodka in hand you tried to keep your body up but your were staggering.

Eventually the door opened revealing Kyle in his pyjamas, "y/n? What are you doing here" he asked confused on why your here "Oh so I'm like a stranger now to you Kyle" you slurred Kyle pulled you into the house for your own safety, "where were you" he asked getting you some water but you drank the vodka Instead.

"I was at the same frat party as vicky" you slurred, "and she told me that your her boyfriend now I heard it from her not you because you haven't spoken to me in weeks Kyle what the fuck" you mumbled Kyle felt guilty for not talking to you.

"I'm sorry y/n I've been meaning to tell you it's just I forgot" he tried to excuse you shook your head in disagreement "you were quick enough to tell her about the times we kissed and that you told me you loved me on my birthday" you sniggered.

"She told you that?" He asked you nodded "how else would she know Kyle what the fuck vicky I feel so so fucking stupid opening my heart to you I feel stupid for loving you " you began to cry again Kyle wrapped his arms around you as you crying into his chest unable to do anything else.

Kyle felt so guilty he loved you how could he not but vicky was there and he needed to get over you, "I wish we weren't friends anymore or we can ruin the friendship if we are great friends it wouldn't be ruined" you mumbled Kyle's hand held your jaw lifting your head up for you to look at him.

"I do love you y/n" he stated pulling you closer till your lips were moulded together again it felt euphoric but hebwas taken, "Kyle no your with vicky i- I need to go" you said making your way to the door, "just please stay" Kyle begged you knew you were nowhere near fit to be put alone so you had to stay with Kyle.

He took you to his room gave you a pair of his pyjamas, "kyle" you whispered you back to him in the bed, "what?" He whispered back "if you really mean what you said on my birthday you need to do something about it, it's your shot to call" you said before falling asleep.

[dailyunstableeve]

Together

Hobie Brown x witch!fem!reader

Chapter Four

a/n: guys, I swear I'm writing 😭 I'm just putting so much on my plate, my original fic, marvel fanfic, my undying love for Astv. Not to mention, the Marvels is out and I wanna watch it so badly

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Why does Hobie act that way? Of how he always saves you from your bullies, but never talks to you. You graduated alone, and weren't able to at least get a contact number from Hobie because he missed out graduation, due to the villain attacking the city, just like you missed the chance to at least talk to him.

Hobie was your highschool crush, even now. You continued out your life knowing that even though you didn't get the contact number from Hobie, you still got to see him swinging around the city as SpiderMan while you're rushing to your interviews.

You watched Hobie deny all those love letters, confessions and valentine's chocolate, giving all the guesses you had in your mind, that even you confessed to him, he will deny you and leave you heartbroken, and feelings that are strong enough to consume you, lead to your power getting out of control. Whichever you think is best, you just keep the feelings to yourself, so no one gets hurt, even yourself.

Those are the thoughts you carried with you all the time, so here's the question, why did he kiss you before you black out from the alcohol you've drank.

"If you're saying theoretically, that person is in love with your cousin," Natasha smirked.

It's the second day after the party, Natasha felt bad for getting you drunk so you, Natasha and Wanda are out for a cafe hangout. You explained your situation to them but using the name of your cousin.

"Really?" You almost choked on your drink.

"Theoretically," Natasha deadpanned while Wanda passed you some napkins.

"Well any advice for my lovely cousin? I can't give any since I have no experience in that field," it's half true and half lie, it's true you never dated anyone but that doesn't stop you from watching all those love series/movies (hopeless romance).

"Since your cousin has a crush on that guy too, I'll say take a chance, if that guy was just playing with your cousin's feelings, I'm sure you'll take care of the guy," Wanda winked as Nat cracked her knuckles with a smirk.

One second you seriously forgot one of them is a witch and a spy.

"As in beat the shit up of the boy?" You innocently asked as Hobie's wounded face appeared in your face.

"Yes, don't tell Steve I say yes."

"Girls keep girl's secrets."

Three of you continued with another topic until Hobie appeared. You weren't expecting him to show up so you panicked, the scene from yesterday appeared in your mind. And you need to stop losing focus when you're drinking because it's the second time you choked on your drink.

"You alright luv?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You panicked as you wiped off the water from your face.

Wand and Natasha just looked at both of you, smirking. It seems like they know you were talking about your cousin just now.

"You sure?" Hobie asked again.

"Yeah, so uh, what are you doing here?" Dumb question, you know why he's here, he's going to ask you about yesterday.

"Just checking up on you, you were drunk yesterday," Hobie bluntly said.

"I'm fine," you smiled, behind the smile is your panicking.

"I'll see you around," Hobie turned away and disappeared in the crowds.

You let out a sigh, thinking it's over but when you look at Wanda and Natasha, they have this mischievous smile on their face, that's the exact moment, you know they figured it out even though they already did five minutes ago.

"Not a word please, I beg," you groaned and just focused on finishing your drink.

Not long after you have officially joined the superhero gang, your fame is going up even if you haven't appeared in public for a mission once, everyone around the globe wishes to see you in action. So the head of three gangs came to the approval of letting you join the mission, to see how your training paid off.

It's normal to feel nervous but you weren't told that you'll be placed in a group of people you hardly interacted with. Yes, you've spent five months training around their HQ, campus but you hadn't met all of them yet. Thankfully Charles was thoughtful, he informed you that SpiderMan will be joining you in the mission but later. Once you heard it, you managed to relax a little, not being overwhelmingly nervous. The mission went well in the end, which earned many people's approval, even from people around the world. Who would've known the new hero could be someone this amazing and awesome.

"You did well today," Hobie appeared out of nowhere with your favorite tin can drink, touching your cheeks that the coldness gave you chills.

"Thank you," you took the drink from Hobie and drank up while gently rubbing your cheek.

"Y/N, are you avoiding me because of what happened that night? The party?" Hobie carefully asked, making sure he didn't ask in a way that would scare you off.

"I-" You're stunned, how are you supposed to answer this? Are you going to say, "well because I had a crush on you since highschool and you kissing me that night made my heart beat so fast and my cheek will blush red, I don't want you to see this side of me that's why I hid." But that's of course you can't say it out like that, possible chance Hobie might make fun of you for it (he doesn't lol)

"Well, it's a force of habit," you awkwardly chuckled, "like during highschool!" During highschool you were just dodging everyone.

"I see," Hobie nodded, it seemed like he brought it.

"Why did you kiss me, Hobie?" You bluntly asked.

"Because I like you Y/N."

"Huh?"

"Well uh," Hobie turned away, covering half of his hand with his arm, "you're very adorable."

You nearly dropped your drink on the floor but Hobie caught it for you, you are just in shock at the moment, trying to process what Hobie just told you.

"Out of everyone in highschool, the superheroes, me?" You asked, one point of you wanted to laugh at it but the other part of it believes it.

Hobie liked you, is that why he protected you in high school?

"Is there something more than just adorable?"

Adorable, does he find you getting bullied adorable? Snap out of it, you told yourself.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"I'm fine, no worries, I just need some time to process," you gently smiled, easing the concerns off Hobie's face.

Hobie smiled together with you, then his phone started to buzz.

"I gotta go, catch you next time," Hobie whined, before you waved goodbye to him, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead, catching you off guard then he disappeared.

What the fuck was that?

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a/n: I'll dig my grave rq. I'm planning to go with like they both love each other but yet scared to admit, since fl struggle with mental health and trust issues from the bullying events during highschool. While Hobie being the sunshine trying to show you the light of life

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[discopaddock]

UNDER THE WATER - LEWIS HAMILTON

PAIRING: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

GENRE: angst

NOTE: have to post it again since i lost my account :(

WARINGS: drowning in water, dying, topielica

Y/N L/N was dead. She drowned in the lake, where she was spending time with her best friend and crush, Lewis.

She didn't mean to drown. She was only crying over the lake because of her crush being in love. She was heartbroken and distraught after seeing him kissing a girl. She sat on the sand and cried more and more with every moment, making every animal come and sit next to her.

The last being came from the lake, but the girl didn't see it, because of the tears in her eyes. A mysterious woman sat next to her and started to stroke her hair.

“Shh, dear Y/N, there's no need to cry because of this stupid dickhead” the blonde woman said to the girl, who was still crying out her eyes. “I told you something” the woman announced, holding the girl's face and staring into her green eyes. Next the woman stood up and started to walk into the water of the lake, deeper and deeper with every moment.

Y/N went after her, like she was cursed. At some point she stopped feeling the ground under her feets, but she was still following the mysterious woman. Next she was fully under the water, where the woman was standing and waiting for her. When she stood in front of the woman, she immediately grabbed her hand and started swimming to the bottom very fast, where she put Y/N and put her hand on her neck, taking her last breaths away from the girl.

So well, now Y/N had nothing to do about the fact that she went into the water after the Topielica and she was going to die.

L/N was trying to move her body: she was kicking her legs, moving her hands trying to stop the woman, but she couldn't do anything – water was inhibiting her moves and she was getting more tired with every little motion.

Topielica was straddling her little body and holding her both hands on Y/N's neck. She had a cruel smile on her face.

She was smothering L/N because of a huge plan. But she couldn't tell her anything until she wasn't dead.

So she killed her.

Topielica could say that the younger one was looking beautiful and adorable while choking and breathing her last.

When the girl was finally lifeless, the woman disappeared and never came back.

But when the girl woke up, she heard Topielica's voice in her head.

Under the water, there was only her soul, her body was swimming offshore, so everyone was crying over her fate now, including Lewis.

The police affirmed that Y/N died in an unfortunate accident, without help from the other people. She was found in white, satin, long dress with hair, which covered her whole face on Saturday morning by some man. In her blood there was found some alcohol, so police said that there was a mishap in which Y/N was going back home after a party and started to swim, while being drunk and drowned accidentally.

Lewis, after hearing that, couldn't stop crying. His best friend was dead! He was broken.

Of course his mates were trying to cheer him up and took him to a party, where he got drunk and by some fortune, he was at Y/N's lake.

It was a cold night in late November, but after seeing Y/N swimming in the lake, Hamilton immediately took off his boots and jacket. He walked into the water and followed the girl, who was wearing her white, satin dress.

“Y/N, wait!” He called her, but she had already dived. So he dived too. He was looking for her in the water, but he couldn't find her.

But she found him.

He was smitten, seeing her. She was alive! He was seeing her, her face and blonde hair (that shouldn't be supposed to be blonde) and a wild smile on her face.

He smiled after seeing her and with no hesitation he started kissing her back.

And because of that, he was dead too.

He wanted to step back so badly, but the grip of her both hands in his neck was that hard and he couldn't do that.

And when Y/N knew that he was dead, she finally got off him and swam away.

Now both of them are dead. But her heart was broken before and while drowning in the lake and his was broken after the drowning.

Both of them had their lesson.

She won't cry anymore because of some stupid boy.

And he will never reject his best friend anymore.