#took my bear out for a bike ride

[ananteatermaybe]

[neuvistar]

BIOHAZARDOUS ! signed: satoru gojo . wc 2.3k

— featuring ┊satoru gojo x fem!reader (bits of suguru)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! heated arguments (quite literally heated), mentions of cheating, toxic behaviours (don’t date red flags guys), car sex, vaginal fingering, titsucking, riding, he’s kinda mean here ngl . 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. | 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄? (tbd soon.) tags. @yuutx

— a/n ┊ok guys ☝️🤓 so the whole point of this title is kinda ironic… yk how the definition of biozardous is like it’s toxic n shit n poses a threat 2 humans??? YEAH. it’s like how toxic n stupid people poses a threat 2 everyone bc of their toxicity n how it’s dangerous (don’t get into relationships w red flags guys 🙅‍♀️) this is also a make-up post for not posting my silly tattoo artist blade sooner but it’ll be posted at some point!! AND guys i love gojo i swear i don’t see him like this at all!!! this was jus created all bc of that one frat boy art i saw 😢

suguru crossed his arms over his broad chest, his hard stare drilling into one of the motorcycles he was inspecting. he chuffs out a gentle laugh, knowing exactly what was wrong with the bike before leaning down with his screwdriver, unscrewing a few screws here and there. his ears picked up the sound of footsteps, glancing to his side.. his eyes follow your every movement, a mixture of gentleness and curiosity in his gaze. he watches as you turn away from his direction, packing your bag thoroughly. he can't help but take in the view of your hair. you’ve.. always been beautiful to him, but his thoughts are quickly pushed aside as he clears his throat and calls out to you, “leaving already?” his gaze was soft, soft as they always were, the creaking of the metal echoed through the garage while you gathered everything.

“yeah, my boyfriend’s pissed. i didn’t tell him i was working for you here,”

“yeah? he’s that type of guy?” suguru cocked his brow at you, holding the screwdriver firmly against his palms, “y’know, sweetheart.. i’m not sure if you can handle satoru. listen, i’ve heard some things about him. i know i can’t be judging your new relationship but i don’t think he’s good for you.” you pause, eyes lingering momentarily on him, lips curving into a grin. “i’ll be fine, suguru. i know he’s far different from you, but i think i’m alright, thank you for checking up on me.”

suguru’s eyebrows furrow, the hint of concern marrying his otherwise stoic facade. he nods, walking over as his towering stature looms over you, offering a semblance of protection despite the bond that faded away between you and him. "alright, i believe that.” he waves a hand dismissively, shooing away any lingering doubts or fears, even as his own heart rate accelerates with the aspect of more challenges, he was worried about you. he watched you finish packing, holding the bag firmly against your side, “i’ll be off then. i’ll see you tomorrow.” just as you were about to exit, suguru immediately took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your skin, “wait.” he stared at you with a sense of worry, pressing your hand against his cheek. “.. if you ever want us to go back to how we used to be.. i would accept that in a heartbeat. you know that, right?”

“yes. yes i’m aware.”

“ … i’m glad.”

…

yet to your dismay, your boyfriend saw and watched the entire thing while he was inside his car, seeing it all unfold right infront of his eyes. satoru bit the side of his mouth, clenching his jaw as frustration flowed through his veins. you had a lot of explaining to do.

you knew he saw, you knew that fact for sure. you were dreading every step you took to his car, but you couldn’t afford losing your composure now.. you had to act natural. once you opened the car door, you were met with a familiar silence that caved in between the both of you. three.. two.. one..“well, i hope you come bearing good news.” and.. there it was. you couldn’t help but glance towards his direction, a firm yet smug expression on his face. you sat there with your knuckles all white, from how tightly you were gripping your bag. “satoru.”

satoru groaned, rolling his eyes at your stern tone, knowing you were about to ramble him on how he shouldn’t be jealous because of something small like this. "you think i’m blind, huh? i’m practically a natural, baby," he retorted, attempting to lean against the window of his car beside him, "still not over him?" his grin was crooked as he tried to hide the smugness. "you think you found someone better than me?”

“toru, why are you always like this? every single damn time, it’s getting repetitive.” you turned away from him, staring off into the sunset, his voice ringing inside your ears. “i could say the same thing about you, [name]. you go crazy even at the sight of another girl being in my presence. so i think this is even.. am i right?”

“does that girl you hooked up with a few months ago count as even to me just speaking to someone i used to be acquainted with? you’re insane.”

"oh, come now," satoru drawled with a click of his tongue, rubbing his temple. you knew you were getting on his nerves, but that didn’t matter in a situation like this! "you don't seem to understand what i’m sayin’ at all. she was just a hook up. nothing more. it’s been months, baby. plus, weren’t we on a break?”

“nothing more? are you just disregarding the fact you practically cheated on me? even if we were on a damn break, that doesn’t mean you can go whoring around with another woman behind my back. are you fucking sick?”

despite the irritation twisting his face, satoru forced a smile. “and i suppose you're here to save poor, fragile me from my own recklessness? how cute." he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with mockery. "if you really cared, you wouldn't be working for your ex when i told you not to.” your body paused, frozen in place. amidst the silence, he could tell there was pure frustration radiating from your body. you glanced at him, raising a brow. “excuse me? why are you dragging suguru into this.. he hasn’t done anything!”

satoru raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips as he noticed your reaction. "he has. he dated you.” he chuckled dryly, shifting uncomfortably on the car seat. "working for suguru?" he let out a low whistle, shaking his head. your boyfriend’s smirk widened, turning into an annoyingly charming grin. "or maybe you're just another pawn in his grand scheme, huh?" he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression challenging. "whatever. just do your job, babe. don’t bother fucking around with my business. tell suguru i said hi. and next time, bring some smelling salts for when he faints from surprise that we’re still together.”

unexpectedly, the sound of the seatbelt unbuckling rung through satoru’s ears. his breath hitched when he felt your hands pull on his shirt, tugging him towards you with a cold look in your eyes. “me working for someone i am not romantically linked with at all is nothing compared to you going out with someone you hooked up with months ago.” you leaned even closer.. “i’m not afraid to break up with you, right here right now..” satoru snorted at your words, barely suppressing a laugh as he took in your delicate display. hm. you were smaller than he was, that’s for sure. “your determination is almost impressive," satoru spoke, leaning forward slightly as his crystal gaze drifted downwards momentarily before locking with yours again. with a sardonic grin, satoru tilted his head at your words looking amused. "you need to separate us? sure thing, doll. just like you need to separate yourself from suguru’s puppet strings.”

you were tired of arguing. you knew one thing and one thing for sure, you were not gonna stay here with him. atleast not for long, until you have the last say in this. “then if you wanted to break up, you could’ve just told me straight up. don’t waste my damn time like this.”

"oh, believe me, i’ve considered it," satoru retorted, chuckling softly. "but then i’d lose all this fun, wouldn't i?” he gestured vaguely around his car, a smirk playing on his lips. "maybe i just like this sort of thing. it keeps things interesting. and besides, where would you be without me?” his gaze flickered to you, holding your stare for a moment. "i’m taking you home after this. i’ve got more important things to do than argue with my girlfriend who thinks she's got me figured out."

“i don’t want to figure you out.” you argued, the tone of your voice held such rage.. it was almost enough to break through him. “fuck you and your ego. you’ve done nothing but ruin every single relationship you’ve been in, yet you complain? you’re a fucking jerk.”

“whatever floats your boat then.” he muttered under his breath as he sank back onto the car seat, his body screaming at him to rest. but there was no peace to be found, not with his mind swirling with thoughts of the long heated argument you both just had.

… quite literally, heated.

now this.. you didn’t know how you even ended up like this.

“fuck, satoru…”

you were seated on his lap, breathing heavily with your shirt all ruffled up, your breasts in display for him like eye candy as satoru sucked on your delicate nipples. your skirt hiked up to your stomach as he held you gently. satoru groaned, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, fingers probing deeper into your warmth. he released your pert nipple with a pop, trailing kisses down your chest as he slowly slid a finger inside your heat, licking his lips at the damp feeling of your slickness coating his digit. “shit, you're so wet for me, baby," satoru whispered against your ear, his voice thick with amusement. your boyfriend then added another finger, stretching you out. with a slow, steady motion, satoru’s fingers pumped within you slowly inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his digits. satoru devoured your moans, he knew he wouldn't last long with you all pretty like this. he reached up and cupped your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“satoru, you fucking jerk…” your breath hitched your breathing grew completely ragged and uneven, your skin flushed and your eyes fluttered shut. yet, satoru couldn't help but smirk as his fingers delved deeper inside you, drawing out your moans that were like perfect melodies to him. “you’re so tight, baby," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.. coated with lust. he wanted more of you. he could feel his cock twitch painfully against his briefs, desperate to free itself from its confines. “makes me want to bury myself inside you right here, right now." he paused, letting the words hang in the air between them, “right infront of your workplace. it’d be nice if suguru caught sight of this, wouldn’t it?”

your boyfriend’s cock throbbed the more he spoke, desperate to be inside you as soon as possible. satoru’s mouth was completely busy, his tongue lavishing attention on your sweet nipples as his fingers danced within your folds. he could feel your arousal building up through your aching body as you trembled with pleasure, and it only fuelled his own desire. he sucked harder on your nipple, slowly pushing another finger deeper inside your wetness, crooking it slightly to hit that sweet spot you loved so much. “you’re not really mad at me, aren’t you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "you like feeling me inside you, making my cock feel good like this. after all… that’s why we’re dating, right?” … this asshole. you could feel his other large hand cupping your breasts, thumb brushing against the nipple he was licking just a few minutes ago. "i could do this all night, y’know?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “keep your pretty little stubborn ass right here, right in my lap, and never let you go."

“you should let me go.”

“oh but i won’t.“ his eyes locked onto yours, with a slow, calculated motion, his fingers were now replaced by the head of his cock. true inch by agonizing inch, he pushed inside you, feeling your tightness enveloping him, and he knew he was lost. “you know why? this pussy is too good for me to give up to someone else.”

“satoru!” you gasped out loud as you felt his member slid inside your entrance, the uncomfortable space of the car taking a toll on you as your ass nearly pressed against the steering wheel.

"wow, look at you," satoru soothed, his voice low and cocky as he held you close against his body. “taking it so well like always," he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. his hips rocked gently as he pumped his cock deeper into your warmth, the car creaked and groaned around the both of you. satoru savoured the feel of your body wrapped around his, swallowing your moans and gasps of pleasure. “shit.” his fingers dug gently into your hips, holding you firmly in place. the sounds of your passion mingled with the rustling of your clothes and his.. the soft moans that escaped your lips were enough to hypnotize him, he’d always been obsessed with them. satoru’s hands roamed against your body, tracing your breasts, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips. his lips pressed against yours deeply, his tongue dancing with yours as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, cock thrusting deeper into you with each pass. you hated how your body responded to him, your own hips meeting his, and especially how your pussy was squeezing him tight as you came messily all over his cock, your sweet moans muffled against his lips.

satoru’s own orgasm washed over him, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, the feeling of you enveloping him like a velvet glove drove him to the edge, making him want to ruin you once more a second time.. but he can wait. the taller male’s breath came in ragged gasps.. holding you close against him, heart pounding in his chest. “such a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be with me, babe. i almost feel bad for you,”

…

“you know i’m trouble, don’t you?”

[amournoir]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

count: 3.3k

warning: smut [boob play, licking, sucking, oral receiving & giving, face riding, fisting, language?]

author’s note: your girl is in a mood so you get to be in it too. 🤭 this is my very first fxf so please bear with me & let me know what you think about it, i hope you enjoy it! 😌 quick reminder that this is 21+

You had come home early that day due to swim class being canceled which was a bummer since you loved it so much, your mother often joked you were half mermaid. Your parents had said they needed to talk to you later but since no one was home, you went over to your best friend’s house to pass time. Grabbing your bike, you hopped on it and pedaled to her house, parked it right in their front yard and dashed up the porch. 

You didn’t bother knocking, you just twisted the knob and invited yourself in. Her brother, Rafe, was sitting in the living room watching some show but at the sight of you, he yelled your name to his sister…per usual. You smiled and walked over to him, ruffling his hair a bit then skipped away to the stairs. You heard his chuckle before he was out of sight. 

You found Sarah sitting in front of her makeup table in her bikini. She was taking off her earrings and necklace slowly. You surprised her by running in and instantly jumping onto her bed. She shrieked as if you hadn’t been doing this every single time you came over so you laughed as always. 

“Fucks sake Y/N! Can’t you knock?” She asked, her hand clutching her chest. 

You beamed widely, “Yeah but it’s more fun hearing you scream.” 

“One of these days I’ll actually have a heart attack.” 

“Ooh can you? I need to put my CPR training to good use.” You asked with a grin. 

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I hate you.” 

“You’re not capable of it.” 

“Ugh just come help me.” 

“With what?” You lifted yourself up and propped yourself on your elbows. 

“My necklace is tangled with my bikini straps.” 

“Hmm I thought you said you hated me.” You wondered out loud. 

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

She sighed and tugged on a tight strap but nothing happened. She tried again harder and this time, her necklace broke free but so did her entire top. You had been watching her the entire time but her back was to you, she wasn’t aware yet. You saw the reflection of her body on the mirror in front of her, you saw her huge boobs and nipples. You wanted to tear your eyes away but you couldn’t possibly. It took her longer than a minute to realize it and that’s when she quickly covered her chest. 

You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over towards her, standing right behind. Neither of you said a word so you just offered a smile instead. She couldn’t meet your eyes, you could see how nervous and embarrassed she was but there was no need to be. Both of you were girls, both of you had breasts so nothing was weird as far as you were concerned. 

“It’s okay, you know.” 

She kept her eyes down, “What is?” 

“You don’t need to hide it, it was an accident. No big deal.” 

She sighed and looked up at you through the mirror then smiled, “You promise?” 

You stuck your pinky out to her, “Pinky promise.” 

One of her hands reached out and linked your pinkies together. You suddenly had the urge to see it again, this time up close. So with your eyes fixated on hers, you placed both of your hands on her shoulders then lowered them to her chest. You stopped to see her reaction but she didn’t do a thing, only watched you. You continued on until you reached her bikini top which you carefully pushed down until it fell on her lap and now she was bare chested again. 

Your hands came back up and slowly kneaded her breasts, both at the same time then alternated. Your fingers traced her nipples which made her let out a very faint moan so you flicked her nipple and again, she made the same sound. You liked it. You liked hearing her moan and you liked how huge her boobs were. You kept toying with them, rolling them around, pinching and squeezing as she kept moaning. You stopped and her eyes shot open and stared at you. She turned around in her seat then stood up and fully faced you. 

Biting her bottom lip, she reached out to you and you let her. You didn’t know where this was going but you knew you didn’t want to stop it. Sarah didn’t reach out to kiss you, much to your surprising dismay, she reached for your top. You stood there as she lifted it up to reveal your black lace bra cupping your slightly larger boobs. She didn’t even bother unclasping it, she just pulled your breasts out one by one then bounced them in her hands as if checking their weight. 

Her eyes were fully fixed on your chest as her hands switched from soft massages to roughly squeezing you. A moan escaped you and that made her eyes flicker up to yours. Whilst holding that eye contact, she lowered herself and pressed a soft kiss between your boobs then on top of each one. You threw your head back so she kissed them again and again until she was licking them. You slowly pulled her up and held her hands as you led her to the bed where you laid down on your back and pulled her on top. 

With a smile, she tucked your hair behind your ear then leaned down and kissed your cheek. Your neck was next then her lips trailed back down to your boobs. She started with a few kitten-like licks then moved to sucking. You closed your eyes and relished the experience as your hands found their way to her hair where you tugged her head up. She lifted her head and looked at you then down at your lips, before you knew it, her lips were on yours. Your tongues explored each other, she was fully sucking you. You placed a hand on the back of her head to pull her closer and she placed hers on your neck which turned you the fuck on. 

Your make out session was hot and heavy in every which way, from grinding to sucking, you both couldn’t stop. Once it did end, the dry humping began. Sarah was on top slowly grinding her hips against yours to find some sort of release. You had placed your hands on her ass, pushing the bikini bottom between her cheeks. Your hands squeezed and dug into her ass, making her grind harder. Momentarily you stopped her and lifted your hips, removing your shorts and underwear in one go. 

Sarah stared at your bare cunt in awe, fully mesmerized. You smiled and ran your fingers between your folds, separating them as you gathered the wetness. You lifted your soaked fingers in front of her face and she opened her mouth instantly, her lips wrapping around you. She sucked and licked your fingers clean, even between the crevices. Such a hot dirty girl, you thought to yourself. You suddenly had a brilliant idea. 

“Can I taste you too?” 

“Only if I get to go down on you too.” She said with a smile. 

“Turn around and sit on my face.” 

Her eyes grew wide, “Wait I can ride you?” 

“Yeah, is it okay?” 

“I’ve always wanted to see you naked so this is a dream Y/N!” She exclaimed and immediately got herself into position. 

Sarah spread your legs apart for her personal viewing then kissed your inner thighs. Her ass was above your head, careful not to fall on you. Her fingers wandered around your outer area then inched their way closer until she reached your cunt. Without warning, she inserted two fingers inside your pussy very slowly then leaned down forward. 

She looked back to you and said, “You're so wet and pink.” 

You moaned in response instead and this made her wonder out loud, “How many fingers do you think I can fit?” 

“I don’t know, four?” You guessed. 

“Four?! Such a slut but I like it, let’s try.” So she did. 

Her lips kissed your cunt then she lowered her head even closer and licked your pussy. Your body naturally jolted and you moaned. Once she knew what made you react, she would repeat the action again and again. Her licks turned to full on sucking and her fingers pushed in and out, each time adding a new one. Four fingers in and you still wanted more. Out of nowhere, she spit on your pussy and pushed the saliva inside. 

Gone were your soft moans, now you were audibly groaning and rocking your hips to increase your release. Thank goodness everyone was out of the house. Her little sister was at some camp, her stepmom was on the mainland shopping all day, her dad was at his workplace, and you had heard her brother leaving minutes after you got there with his club friends. So you could moan as loud as you’d like, no one was around and the thought of that turned you on even more. 

You weren’t the only one turned on. Your moans and groans had gotten to Sarah so much that she was quite literally dripping. You felt it once but didn’t realize it until now, you thought it was sweat from you. Turns out, she had been getting off at the sight of you. To prove your theory, you reached one hand up to slide her bikini bottom aside and revealed her soaking cunt. Sarah gasped and slightly jumped at the contact of cold air. Your other hand came up to gather her wetness on your fingers and sucked it. Salty and smooth, you mentally concurred. 

“You get off by watching me Sarah?” You asked an obvious question but you just wanted her answer. 

“Who wouldn’t? My entire fist is in your squishy soft pussy and yet you’re still wet.” She replied. 

“You’re fisting me??” You hadn’t even noticed. 

“You’re so hot that way baby.” She cooed. 

“Fuck me deeper with your hand babe, I wanna cum.” I was so ready to beg. 

“Mmm you’re such a pretty girl Y/N.” She praises, “If only you could see how slutty you look with a fist in you. I’ll make you cum baby.” 

The thought was sending you to places further than you’d imagined. Sarah, your childhood best friend was naked on top of you with her ass in your face and her hand— fist, in your pussy. You now wanted to see it. A picture, video, anything to relive this after it was done. But it wasn’t, not yet because you hadn’t started. 

As your friend stuck her fist deeper into you and pushed in and out whilst sucking your clit, you lowered her ass closer to your face. Her cunt was now on your lips, you licked once then twice, each time Sarah moaned and pushed down. You could tell she wanted to ride your face and you wanted her to but not until you were fully satisfied. You used your fingers to spread her folds open then spit up inside and used your middle finger to push it in. You moved your head around to get a more comfortable position then spread your legs further apart as she kept going. 

Both of you were now eating each other out. You slapped her ass and motorboated her pussy, your tongue deep inside. This went on for a few minutes but you weren’t getting what you wanted so with a smirk, you slapped her cunt with your free hand. It hit you before you even realized it, she had squirted into your mouth which dripped down your chin. Her body convulsed as she placed her free hand onto the bed for support. She rocked her hips harshly against your mouth. 

“I want you to eat it all.” She said as she grinded harder on your face. 

“Yes Sarah, please give it to me.” 

She fully sat on your face then lifted herself up then sat down again. “Do you like that Y/N? Do you like me suffocating you?” 

“Hmmmph.” Your reply was muffled between her legs. 

“Can’t hear you. Speak louder or I’ll stop.” She lifted her hips up again. 

“Fuck my face baby, please use it.” You panted and waited for her. 

“Mm I plan on it. Now stick out your tongue, I want to fuck it.” 

You did as told almost immediately, you were very eager to please her. Sarah lowered herself on your tongue and got off then let it impose her again. She did this over and over, your tongue was being used as a dick for her. She bounced on it slowly then rolled her hips. Her hand was still inside you so every movement was turning you on again. You moaned wantonly against her pussy as she impaled herself continuously. Her head was thrown back, facing the ceiling, with eyes closed as she rode you. 

Her legs tightened against your head and you could tell she was close. She paused for a moment and threw her ass back into your face several times before coming on your tongue. Your lips widen to suck all of it in your mouth and down your throat. It was hot, salty, and smooth. She got off your face and rested on your abdomen, her wetness residue left on your boobs. 

She let out a sigh and looked back at you, “You’re such a good girl baby. Did you like mommy’s cum?” 

You nodded your head with a smile. “Mommy’s cum was a lot. I even made you squirt.” 

“It’s your turn now. I want you on all fours.” 

She removed her fist from inside you and you groaned at the feeling. Your pussy walls tightly held onto her fingers and this made her chuckle so instead she spit down on your cunt to loosen you up. With less effort, her hand was out and she rolled off of you. You could barely get up but the thought of being eaten from behind was enough motivation. You rolled to the side then lifted yourself up slowly, pulled your legs forward and used your hands to stabilize yourself. There you were, your boobs still in their bra but your underwear long forgotten on the floor somewhere. 

You looked back at Sarah and slightly wiggled your hips as you parted your legs. She grinned and came closer to you, her hands reached up to your bra and unclasped it, tossing it to join the mess on the floor. Your boobs immediately bounced around and this caught her eye. She reached down and pinched them, pulling them as if to milk them. You tossed your head back and moaned, your pussy clenching on thin air. 

“Fuck if I knew they were this big, I’d have done all this sooner.” She said, still squeezing and pulling on them. 

“You’ve thought of me?” 

“Hell yes. The amount of times I’ve wanted your boobs to accidentally fall out of your bikini or walk in on you after showering is ridiculous.” 

“Well now you can have me anytime.” 

“Anytime? Even in front of the guys?” 

“Sarah! We can’t do this in front of them.” 

“Why not? I want them to hear your pretty moans and see what a good girl you are when you’re fisted.” 

“Only if they can see you squirting down my throat. That was so hot by the way.” 

“Can I be honest Y/N?” Sarah asks, lowering her voice a little.

“Yeah of course.” 

“I’ve actually never done any of this before, I just saw it in some videos and I immediately thought of you. I was afraid you’d think I’m weird or something.” 

“Sarah Cameron, your kinky side is the hottest thing ever. I’ve never done this before either but I’m glad we’re each other’s firsts.” 

“Can I try another first?” She bites her lip as she looks at you. 

“Yeah, what is it?” 

“I want to eat you out on all fours.” 

You playfully shake your ass in front of her and say, “Bon appetit.” 

She grins and gets on all fours as well then moves closer to you. Once she has your ass in her view, she leans forward and slaps it softly then again harder. She lowers her head and licks from your pussy entrance to your asshole, this causes you to moan. She repeats it again and you push your ass back into her face, with both hands she grabs it firmly and sucks hard. She’s shaking her face around your pussy, her tongue deeply exploring your insides. You moan even louder, you instinctively arch your back so that you’re face down and ass up. 

The sounds coming from behind you make it sound like she’s actually eating. It’s wet and loud and it fully turns you on. You reach your hand back and feel her head then push her further into you. Sarah moans against your cunt and picks up the pace, her sucking becomes much harsher, you can feel her teeth lightly scraping you. You jumped forward, it’s all becoming too much but she follows you. She lifts her head up to take a breath then dives back in again, the cold air momentarily hits you and your pussy clenches. She spits into your asshole then lets it drip to your pussy, she does it again but the time spreads your cheeks wide so the saliva enters inside instead. 

You groan loudly, shaking your ass to get her attention back to your pussy. She notices this and sticks her tongue out then uses it to prod into your pink squishy hole, she tongue fucks you as you did her. One of her hands spreads your pussy wide open for her and the other comes down to pinch your nipples. You begin to come, she can feel the few drops on her tongue but she knows you’re not there yet. So she lifts her body up and uses her boobs to rub against your clit. With her tongue back inside your pussy, fingers pulling on your boobs, and her nipple grinding on your clit, you’re left coming in her face. You shake with so much force but she doesn’t let go on your ass, if anything she sinks her face further inside, sucking every last drop and swallowing. 

“Your pussy is so tasty baby. And you said I can have it whenever?” 

Your eyes are closed as you keep panting, unable to talk, you just nod. 

She tuts and slaps your cunt, “I need to hear you.” 

You jolt forward and quickly reply, “Yes, have me whenever.” 

“Sit up, I want you to suck mommy’s boobs again.” 

You do as told even if it does take you a minute then you look at her. “So we’re doing the whole mommy thing?” 

“Yeah, I like it.” She sits on the bed with her legs open wide and pats for you to sit in front. 

“Not surprised you have a mommy kink.” You reply with a smirk then sit, your cunts are so close to each other, you can actually feel the heat. 

“You feel that too?” 

“Yeah, can we?” 

Sarah smiles and says, “Another day, I’ll ride your pussy until we cum on each other.” 

“Fuck that sound so good.” Your hands reach for her boobs and you softly massage them. 

“Yeah? You want mommy to fuck your slutty pussy? You want our pussy lips together baby?” 

You nod before you answer, “Yes mommy, I want them to make noise and slide.” 

“Okay but now, be a good girl and suck my boobs. It’s feeding time.” Sarah places her nipple on your lip. You open your mouth and suck it in slowly, closing your eyes and your other hand gently slaps around her other boob. You were happy and you couldn’t wait for more. You’d be each other’s firsts for everything.

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[theclaravoyant]

bucktommy + 29 kiss on the back of the hand

AN ~ (from this prompt list) this idea started as cute regency ball flirty vibes but then the spirit of Tucker compelled me and it was replaced by Crying About Animals In the Sky and I'm sorry . hurt/comfort . it's cute i swear

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The number one rule of any aircraft, Buck has learnt, is that you don't distract the pilot during critical flight times, like taking off. Yes, even if that pilot is your boyfriend and you're on a date and he's just argued you out of bringing the champagne because he's being responsible and it's never been so thrilling to call yourself a law abiding citizen.

He tries watching Tommy work the controls instead, but even that is a little bit too fascinating: there are so many buttons and switches and stuff in here, it must have taken him a lifetime to learn what they all do, but he moves with ease like it's no different to riding a bike. All Buck wants to do the whole time is ask, and what does this do, and what does this do, and what does this do. So he searches for something else to look at instead, and his eyes fall onto a photograph tucked between dials on the dash.

It's not a particularly good photo; the camera that took it is probably twenty years old by now, and the sun glare in it is atrocious, but Buck makes out that the person taking up about half the image is a younger, rugged-looking Tommy. He looks to be wearing maybe fatigues? Something khaki, with a chain from dog tags disappearing out of frame around his neck. He's got one arm slung around an equally rugged-looking, not nearly as young German Shepherd, who looks to be smiling at his master or maybe about to give him a big old kiss on that dusty face.

The tone in his earpiece changes, then, indicating the communications line has opened back up so he asks;

“Is he yours?”

“Ha, I wish,” Tommy says. “She belongs to the Harrison Airfield. But she's one of my favourites to hire on my off time. Flies like a dream.”

Buck frowns, and then realises Tommy's eyes are still on the skyline.

“No, I mean-” He holds up the picture, waving it in Tommy's periphery. The man does a momentary double take.

“Oh.” His voice gets tight. His eyes move back to the horizon and stay there.

There's a lot we don't know about each other, Buck recalls.

“That's Tucker,” Tommy says, after a moment. “He was an EDD over in Iraq serving with a friend of mine. Retired same time I did, but Bailey stayed on so she asked me to take him. Got me through a lot, that dog. Osteosarcoma got him in the end. I scattered his ashes at Big Bear – me and Bailey fly out every year to say hi. That must have been when I left the picture. Sorry, I- I wasn't expecting that to be there.”

“I'm sorry,” Buck offers. “Sounds like a good boy.”

“Yeah. He was.”

Buck wishes they weren't in a helicopter right now, so that he could pull Tommy in for the bear hug to end all bear hugs. But they are, and he can't, so instead he bumps his shoulder against Tommy's and the man relinquishes one of his arms. Buck takes his time; intertwines their fingers slowly, and lifts Tommy's hand up to his lips for a gentle kiss. He holds on for a long time after that, admiring the scenery and honouring the memory in the silence gifted to them by vast blue skies and craggy mountain forests. Buck resolves to get out of the city more. He's not gone for a decent hike in so long. Maybe there's just something special about sailing over it all like a hawk, but it feels like he's forgotten what beauty lies beyond the vim and vigour of the concrete jungle.

“I can see why you like it up here,” he says. “Everything kind of falls away. It's beautiful. Reminds me of horse riding, now that I think about it.”

“You ride?” Tommy asks.

“Oh, no, not for years. But I used to be a ranch-hand, back in the day before I joined the 118.”

“I thought you used to be a bartender?”

Buck laughs. “Yeah, I used to do a lot of things. Feels like I had the world's longest gap year.”

“Tell me about it,” Tommy offers.

So he does.

[itsscromp]

FNAF animatronics x reader

Did I go see the FNAF movie earlier today... yes. Am i going to write something about it, Hell yes !!! I may be open to writing for the fazgang maybe in the near future but this is just something for me to branch out and get out of my comfort zone. But anyways, Enjoy. Word count:815

One of the many things that clears your head after a day at school is riding your bike around town. It was the major thing that helped calm you down and clear your head. You usually take the same path every time, But today for some reason you decided to mix it up and went down a different road.

Upon riding down the unfamiliar area, You stumbled upon a building that looked abandoned for a long time. It looked like an attraction from back in the day. Under the name of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and the mascot caught your attention.

You wanted to continue on your ride through the area but a part of your head wanted to know if there was anything inside, and why it had been abandoned for so long. The many questions in your mind and there was only one way to satisfy it. So you pedalled around the pizzeria and then found a potential opening at the back.

Parking your bike, You then jimmied the wooden panel and got it open, leading you inside a vent shaft. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you crawled inside and then kicked the vent off. Stumbling inside into what you'd expected. a restaurant and arcade, Still somewhat intact, despite the dust of course.

Continuing to explore the place, you then saw red curtains, A stage ??

"What do you have in the back of their ??' You said to yourself as you went to the one on the left and peeled open the curtain, Jumping when you saw what looked like an animatronic of a fox... wearing an eye patch ?? It didn't look in too good of shape too, seeing the holes on the skin.

"How long have you been here ??" You turned to the other stage peeling back the curtains and saw a bunny, a chicken and bear animatronics too, they weren't in too bad of damage like the fox, but they looked like they did need some TLC.

"Why didn't they take you guys, they could've helped you find a new home..." You closed the curtains as you backed away, having enough of your adventure.

But as you began to walk away, you heard a child's laughter. Now you were starting to get spooked out.

"Who's there ??" You called out.

But before you could react, the place sprung to life as the lights and sounds then shimmered and blared, You then noticed the curtains being pulled back as the animatronics started to dance and sing 'Talking in your Sleep' you were completely mesmerised by what was happening, you froze and watched.

You then found yourself tapping your feet to the beat of the song and then began to lightly dance, this was pretty fun.

Once the song was over, you couldn't help but smile at them.

"That was fantastic guys" You said to them as you picked up your backpack and began to walk out, But you were stopped again once you heard heavy thumping. Turned to see the animatronics moving of their own free will. Was this apart of the show ?? Nevertheless, they walked up to you and just looked down at you, Holy cow they were tall. Your anxiety slowly rose when they circled around you. they reached out their hands to you. But what you didn't expect was they started to tickle you.

"Guys... Stohohohohohop" You giggled as you squirmed around.

Your laughs grew and grew until it started to echo throughout the entire pizzeria. The animatronics had their mouths open, Maybe in a way to show you they were happy ??. That someone has finally interacted with them for so long.

They let you go as you smiled up at them, Whatever was going on. You were pretty happy you did interact with them. The fox gently took your hand and brought you over to a nearby poster and pointed at it with its hook. Showing you a poster with each of them, showing their respective names. The pirate fox is named Foxy. Bonnie is the bunny, Chica is the chicken and the leader Freddy Fazbear.

"It's nice to meet you all" You turned back to the others who had their mouths open, smiling again.

You heard your phone go off as your mom texted you to come back home. oh man.

"I gotta go now..."

They started to look sad, they were sad that you had to go.

"I'll.. I'll come back tomorrow ??' You suggested to them and they perked up, mouths opening again. yaaaaaayyyy !!!!

Foxy then wrapped his arms around you, gently hugging you as you hugged him back gently. Being mindful of the parts and everything, You gave the others a hug as well before waving goodbye to them and crawling back through the vent. You were excited to see them again the next day. They were pretty fun.

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[jarofstyles]

Reaper 3

Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW

Sorry, the update is a bit late but better late than never right? ALSO they're finally getting touchy in this chapter, this one is fluffy compared to the next chapter... so please enjoy the calm before the storm :)

wc: 10k

Warnings: a touch of smut, stalking, talk of crime and gangs, misogyny, general dudes being assholes, talk of violence, gun and weapon mentions, etc

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“Come on, Bunny. We can get breakfast out before I drop you at school.” Harry was a big fan of breakfast food, especially at the Silver Spoon. It was one of the only places that hadn’t changed in this town, it gave him a sense of stability. He and Sterling had weekly meals there and now it was time for him to bring Bunny.

He figured it would be a good way for them to start their journey as a couple. The windows gave the son of the bitch the perfect opportunity to peep at them.

It’s a good thing Harry was planning to give him a show.

Y/N loved the silver spoon, so she had no complaints. She had practically ran to the door, pulling on her boots quickly so they didn’t have to rush with eating.

Having her on the back of his bike was a thrill.

No one ever rode with him except her, actually. The first time had been a few years ago when she’d gotten herself mixed up in a bad part of town at a party and called Harry instead of Sterling because his wrath was far less scary-  at least to her, it seemed. But this ride was much different. A different sort of tension rose in his guts when she had her hands wrapped around him, seeing her polished nails gripping his shirt right over his stomach. Her head rested against him but was covered in a helmet. He had to get her one of her own. His sunglasses covered his eyes, the warm sun bearing down on them as they approached Silver Spoon.

The rumbling of his engine cut off and he tapped her hands to signal she could let go, even if he didn’t particularly want her to. His stomach was grumbling though, and he needed a good stack of pancakes with black coffee.

Dismounting, he turned to her and helped her get the helmet off. Gentle motions with rough fingers coaxed the clip free, lifting it off of her head. “Good?” At her nod, he took her hand and threaded their fingers together.

His hand was large, calloused and his knuckles were scarred. Hers were delicate, soft, and barely had a scratch on them.

She couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face. It felt like a dream. Bunny had been dreaming of riding on the back of his bike around town, the way everyone stopped to look at them had her stomach doing flips because to them… she was his.

So proud she was to have Harry on her arm. Everyone in town knew of him and knew what he was capable of, they’d never seen him with a girl in broad daylight or ever really so the staring was completely justified.

“Hello my dear,” Sandy, the woman who owned the diner greeted the two of them. “Oh, Y/N? Sweetheart, you look beautiful! You haven’t been here in so long, I was starting to think Sterling took you with him.” She chuckled, taking in the pair of them. And their intertwined hands.

“Booth for two?” She asked giving Harry a knowing smile.

The polite nod was all she got back, but Harry did have a fondness for Sandy. He grew up here, grew up with milkshakes and fries as he tried to sober up and breakfast after long nights of activities he couldn’t discuss.

Harry never put his back to the door and Sandy knew that, taking him to his regular booth. The menus were placed on the table with a promise to be right back with coffee and Harry took the time to grab Bunny’s jacket, hanging it up on the hook outside the booth.

Harry rarely ever took his cut off. It was his most prized possession. The leather vest and the leather jacket he wore in the winter months? That almost never got taken off when he was in public. It was an identifier, a signal that he was protected and also not someone to fuck around and find out with.

The rings decorated his hands, a mix of things he had collected over the years tapped against the table as he fished his phone out and placed it face down on the table.

“Bunny.” He murmured. Her eyes had been focused on the menu, feeling the eyes on them. It was a giddy and nerve-wracking feeling. People were aware of Reaper and his antics, never once seeing him take a woman to breakfast- let alone hold a hand.

“You okay? Why’re you hiding from me?” He tilted his head, hair falling over his face a bit as he observed her. She was hiding a bit from him, which he didn’t like. He liked seeing her face.

“I’m okay, it’s just a bit different— didn’t think people would care this much.” She looked up at him with a cheeky grin, setting the menu down now that she had decided.

Strawberries and cream French toast. It’s what she always got when she came here, but she still liked to look at the menu and see if anything else tickled her fancy.

Her legs moved under the table, ankles wrapping around his in a small gesture of affection. Her foot gently rubbed at the back of his calves, a smile still on her face as she waited for a reaction. All couples played footsy. She wondered if Harry had ever gotten to experience it.

“What are you getting?”

Harry swallowed down his surprise. Until now, he had been the one to initiate any sort of touch. He had even thought perhaps he had done a bit too much until he had seen her reaction in the kitchen, but it was clear now that maybe she had just needed to warm up to it.

“Pancakes.” He murmured. He always got the pancakes with eggs and bacon, which was a safe and filling bet. There wasn’t anything bad here but he wasn’t someone who went for overkill.

“And you’re getting strawberries and cream French toast.” He knew her order just as well. The girl loved her strawberries, had since she was a kid. Strawberry pie, milkshakes, ice cream, popsicles. He used to tease her about turning into one- Harry’s version of teasing anyways.

His bulky boots were something she found attractive too, oddly enough. How solid of a man he was. He was steady and unmovable. Perhaps it was one of the reasons she was so damn drawn to him.

“They’re going to care because I always said I’d never date.” He placed his menu down, eyes still glued on her face. Her phone buzzed on the table and he wordlessly grabbed it, ignoring her ‘hey!’ And opened it up.

“Snapchat?” He raised a brow. “Darling… who the hell still uses this?”

Y/N wasn’t sure who would be snapping her at this hour, but she could only assume it was one of her friends. Most likely Lulu. She didn’t have anyone on there besides her friends, she wasn’t in the mood to receive unsolicited dick pics so she usually said she didn’t have one.

“What?” She asked confused about his judgment, “I’m sorry you’re old and not hip, Harry. Who is it anyway?” Y/N was curious, especially when she saw the smug look on Harry’s face.

“Are u fr with reaper and didn’t tell me? I’m hurt 😔”

Y/N felt her face heat up. Damn, news spreads fast. She didn’t think her friends would find out this quickly, hell, her friends knew about her crush and were probably all screaming and dying to know the details. Fuck, she hoped no one would mention it—

“Can I have it back, please? Girls chat. It’s private.” She knew she had to play it cool, but the puppy eyes she was giving him were lethal. “Please.”

He raised a brow, looking at her giving the look. The one that was always used to get her way. She was good, this girl. Very good. His eyes narrowed as he scrolled the chat, seeing nothing of interest.

He sighed, locking it and handing it over. “Nothing interesting that I saw. Boring girls chat.” It did tickle him a little how fast the news had spread, though. They’d literally just walked in and the rumor mill was going.

If it wasn’t going in his favor, he’d think it pathetic. People were always wondering about him, always trying to see what the scary mysterious man was doing. He kept shit private for a reason. This, however? It was meant to spread.

“You’re gonna have to make them believe it too.” He mumbled, shooting her a look. His hand reached out to hold hers again. “I don’t use the social media shit, but I know you do. If you want to post shit it’s fine, but do what you’d usually do if you had a boyfriend.” He knew she hadn’t had many. Sterling tended to scare boys far away from her.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Y/N giggled, playing with the rings on his finger as the waitress came up to take their order.

She was young, probably around her age maybe older, she looked oddly familiar but Y/N couldn’t pin point where she knew her from. It was clear she also was surprised by the news, already knowing Harry’s order but asking what else she could get for them.

“Strawberries and cream French toast for the lady, and an early grey tea. Oat or coconut milk, either is fine.” Harry recited the order, he could never forget it. It seemed that was a common theme when it came to Bunny.

It left Y/N feeling bashful, giving the waitress a shy smile as she handed her the menus with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“I’ll wait to post though, gotta let the initial news settle before I overwhelm them with photographic evidence.” The two of them made a beautiful pair, she was sure the photos would do well on Instagram. “But this is kinda cute wait…” She pulled out her phone and took a picture of their intertwined hands to post to her story.

“Is that the Instagram thing?” He looked over to see her phone. “Hm. That’s the one I used to use. But honestly, doesn’t appeal to me anymore. M’glad you like it though.”

Harry was a bit older and he was really quite tired of people wanting to know his business. He scrolled some websites and watched videos sometimes but he found not having a large digital footprint would help him more than anything else.

“The first step, I guess.” He watched her twirl his lion head ring. His hand was very identifiable by the rings and scarring on the knuckles. “Viper filled Sterling in but he’s pretty much no contact right now.” He had gone through some shit their last run.. and it had changed him. He needed to get away from here, especially after his relationship with his girlfriend crumbled. Harry understood. The life changed people. “He’s going to kick my ass.” His other hand ran through his hair, aware of the punches he was definitely going to take.

Bunny has always been off limits. Always. No go zone, no touch zone. But Harry never saw her as a little sister like Sterling tried to implement. It wasn’t like that but… more so someone he really cared about. A girl he liked and wanted to protect.

“I think… I know your phone came back with no bugs or trackers but maybe don’t take any locations. Turn off the services for that.” He suggested. “Just in case. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, one sec…” She immediately went to her settings and manually turned each one off. These were all things she wouldn’t normally consider and she was glad she had him to remind her.

“Also,” She started as she turned the last location setting off, “for the record, I won’t let Sterling kick your ass. I don’t really care what he thinks about it, if anything he should be happy it’s you and not someone else.”

Harry really was the best choice. He knew her the best, he was the most feared member of all the Devil’s Keepers, he was the closest to her in age, and he was attractive so it wouldn’t be suspicious. She was actually comfortable being around him. It’s what Sterling would have wanted out of this.

“What are you going to do today while I’m in class?”

Harry would be going to the clubhouse and discussing things she didn’t need to be aware of. They were running weapons and it was club business, something she never needed to know the intricacies of, so he didn’t mention that.

“Going to work. Prospect named Bulldog is going to be outside your school and waiting for you. He looks kind of like one so you’ll know who he is.” Harry would sit outside all day but he had to work on other things and she would be safe with a watchful eye.

Harry owned a garage where the rich people came to get their cars detailed, painted, vinyl wrapped, whatever. He charged up the ass for oil changes and tire rotations for them and lowered the price for normal people. Was it ethical? Maybe not. But it worked, and people forked the money over because he was good. His employees were family members or friends of the club who knew how to keep their mouths shut- or knew what would happen if they didn’t.

“M’gonna need you to text me updates. Every hour, want you to check-in. If you don’t, I’m coming down there and embarrassing you.” He warned her, his face serious as he squeezed her hand. “Don’t care about your little friends or your teachers. You feel me?”

“Oh please, embarrassing me how?” She was genuinely curious about what he would consider embarrassing for her. Did she want to find out? No for herself, no. However, if she was going to get to know Harry and really get to know him, she wanted to see all the sides of him he didn’t show to others.

“Okay so am I meeting Bulldog after class or are you picking me up?” She preferred the latter, wanting to show him off to everyone and snuggle up to him on the bike again. “I’m going to make something yummy for dinner, do you have any requests?”

Her hand squeezed his again, before flipping his hand over so she could trace his palms. She just needed something to fiddle with to distract her from her nerves. She was so into him, it was obvious to everyone but him. She’d never act like this with anyone. For that she was thankful.

“I’m picking you up. Bulldog is just watching until I get there.” He wouldn’t let a prospect take her home. Especially not if this was their ‘debut’ of sorts. He wanted to be a good ‘boyfriend’, however fake it was. He would beat a guy's ass if they treated her wrong and he would hold himself to the same standard regardless of the validity. She deserved good things.

His hand tingled with her tracing, and he was almost thankful when Sandy rolled around with their food so he could pull away. The touch was overwhelming, even if it did feel good. He needed to put his head on straight.

“Anything. Pasta or steak.” He shrugged, cutting into his pancakes. “I eat a lot.” Harry had muscle. While he wasn’t overly brawny, you could tell that he worked out and was very in shape, he had decently defined abs but a little bit of softness to his sides. He had a soft spot for ice cream, which he kept his secret.

It was quiet as they ate. Not uncomfortably so, but Harry wasn’t one to talk for no reason. She would bring things up and he would listen, nodding his head and giving her attention while also scanning the Restaurant while he did so. The fucker had to know her schedule. This was out of the ordinary for her but he wouldn’t put it past the creep to show up.

No one gave him the vibe here. It felt safe, but he was always on guard. He couldn’t afford to be with precious cargo. He didn’t give a fuck about dying or death for himself, he knew one day someone would end up taking him out.

But her? He would rather be tortured than have her hurt.

“Okay, so what I’m getting from that is steak AND pasta, got it.” Bunny would prepare a delicious meal fit for a king. Maybe not steak and pasta, but definitely steak and potatoes and vegetables with homemade ice cream for dessert.

Having Harry’s companionship these past few days had done wonders for her. She was used to being alone while her mom worked to support the two of them. Sterling had moved out when he turned 21, so the pressure was on for her to leave the nest so her mom and stepdad could have the house to themselves.

“This is so good, oh my god.” She practically moaned, picking up her cup of tea to wash down the delicious cream that coated her mouth. “Want to try?” She asked, already cutting off a piece to feed to him.

He said to treat him like her boyfriend so she did. She wanted to give him everything she felt he was missing out on, even if it was just pretend. She and Harry had a lot more in common than he realized and while he grew up thinking he didn’t need or like romantic gestures, Bunny knew that everyone liked romantic gestures. Especially if they were tailored just for them.

He didn’t want to react to it, but his body had other plans. Hearing her moan, seeing the white at the corner of her mouth… his cock twitched to life. Her soft little bunny eyes looked at him innocently as if she didn’t just give a pornographic moan right next to him.

Harry simply nodded, leaning over and closing his mouth around the fork. Pulling back, he saw her eyes on his mouth as he chewed, tongue peeking out to brush a bit of the cream away from the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, baby.” He smirked a little bit as he leaned back into his seat. “S’good. But a little too sweet.” He knew it would taste better off of her. Whipped cream and salty skin. Christ- he really needed to check himself before he got fully hard at this table. It fucking sucked to ride hard. Especially with the risk of her hand falling down to feel him, even on accident.

She nodded in agreement, understanding that their tastes were different. Harry was much more of a savory person, he even gave off that energy. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was an Aquarius.

“Do you get many days off?” She asked, “what do you normally do on them?” Y/N didn’t want to disrupt his schedule too much. Ultimately she was hoping she could spend some time with him doing things that he enjoyed seeing as he was always doing whatever it is she wanted.

Maybe she was taking this whole couple thing a little bit too seriously? She knew she would never get this chance again though, she might as well show him all she had to offer.

With her previous boyfriends, she wasn’t like this, wasn’t concerned with things that they would want from her. She treated them all the same, friends that were guys who would also give her mediocre sex… sometimes it was really good, but that was usually before she started her period when she was extremely horny. The wind blowing could have turned her on in that state, it wasn’t anything special from them.

That wasn’t the case with Harry.

“Well… m’always on call for the club. They need me, I’m there.” It was a vow you took when you got patched in. Your brothers were family, the club was your life. He took it seriously. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to take days off from his actual job.

“I own the garage, so I make my own hours usually. Got the employees and customers now to do it. Would have taken today off but I’ve got a big-budget client wanting to wrap her fuckin’ sports car in the dumbest vinyl- but we get good money. Even if it pains me to do it. I’ve got to be there to see her when he comes to drop off and pick up. She likes to deal with me directly.” Probably because she wanted his cock but that wasn’t something he did with clients, ever. She had fucked herself out of that one as soon as she brought her car in the first time.

She wasn’t his type, and he wasn’t about to go fuck around while he was with Bunny regardless. That was fucked up, even by his standards.

“I'm taking tomorrow off to be outside your school while you’re there. Had a look at your schedule, you’re only there 4 hours tomorrow.” He had snooped. He wasn’t apologizing for it.  It wasn’t the full day, so it would be fine.

“I normally don’t take days off. I go in, mess with cars and fix ‘em. I go to the clubhouse and see if there’s shit with the bikes that need fixing. Sometimes, if I take days off, I go on road trips.” It was his code for runs to deliver the illegal goods but she didn’t need to know that now.

“I’ve got to clean my place up. Didn’t expect visitors so I know it’s a bit cluttered. Probably need to shop for some stupid pants. The jeans I like to wear are getting too ripped.” The knees were far gone now.

“I can help!” She said with a mouth full, covering her mouth as she took another sip of her tea. “With the cleaning and the shopping, I’m staying at your place I might as well.”

Acts of service were her love language right next to words of affirmation. In other words, she loved praise and she would do anything to receive it. Cleaning and shopping were things she did often so she didn’t mind at all, especially because Harry was a tidy man. She didn’t notice his place was cluttered at all. It was cozy and lived in.

“How many pairs of jeans do you have?” She asked curiously, knowing he only had a few clothes in his closet. He didn’t need a lot, her stuff took up the other half and that was just what could fit in a duffle.

“Okay, so we can do that tomorrow when I’m back from my pastry class.”

“You can’t go crazy.” He warned her, narrowing his eyes. Bunny had a tendency to overdo. She had some mother like tendencies and he had seen it himself just from hanging out at her house. A natural hostess who wanted to make everyone feel at home, she often overdid to make everyone else comfortable.

“I’ll let you clean and organize the kitchen 'cause you’ll be the one using it, but don’t touch the other shit. I don’t want you overdoing it.” He griped. It may have come out harsh but he didn’t want her to think she had to take care of him.

People rarely took care of him. His mom suffered with a lot of addiction issues and he basically raised himself. She was better now and tried at every turn to make up for it but the damage was done. People taking care of him made him uncomfortable because he never really had it.

“I’ve got... 3 pairs.” Including the ones he was wearing. He had a fuck ton of money but he really didn’t live like he did. Material shit meant nothing to him. He made plenty of investments outside the club and found his numbers growing and growing- it didn’t even feel real to him, especially growing up the way he did.

“I’m no good at shopping for clothes so I’ll let you help me. But you have to get some shit too. All your girlie shit we left at your place. Just get extras. deal?”

“Okay, but I swear it’s not overdoing. You’re doing so much for me already.” She told him with a shrug, clearly, this was something he wasn’t going to budge on. She didn’t like feeling indebted, even if they would never ask for anything in return.

Y/N never judged him for the way he spent his money. If he was happy with 3 pairs of jeans then so be it, but she had some ideas for some additions to his closet that would make him look absolutely delectable.

“Didn’t know you liked to play sugar daddy.” She teased as she finished up her meal, giggling at his expression. Bunny always picked the perfect moments to make flirty comments, she thought someone like Harry would be immune to them but it seems even the toughest of men melted when it came to compliments and mentions of sex.

Y/N would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about how he was in bed. She had a feeling his dominance bled through every part of his life, but she was curious to see just how he liked to dominate women. Rough, of course, but there was more to him than met the eye.

He gave her a look, silently giving her the ‘really?’ He was thinking- but his cock was oddly a fan of the idea of spending money on her. Of spoiling her. It was… really odd. Wanting to take care of someone else like this was slightly jarring.

“Finish your food.” There were still a few bites left and he wanted her fully nourished- as well as the sugary thing could do.

Bunny was happy with his reaction, though. He hadn’t told her off or rejected her teasing outright, so she did as asked and happily wiggled with each bite of her French toast. She hadn’t even noticed Harry slipping Sandy his card in the meantime.

Helping her into her jacket hasn’t been what she expected but it made her warm and fuzzy, especially when his hand slipped back into hers and they walked out together. He didn’t talk, but she was okay with the silence.

—-

Bunny had never been this excited to get out of class.

Sure, the seafood they had prepared was amazing and she had lots of fun with Tom shelling and deveining shrimp, but it didn’t compare to the relaxing hours at Harry’s place. This wasn’t necessarily supposed to be an enjoyable experience all things considered, but she let herself float off to fantasy land to cope.

She immediately spotted Bulldog as she exited the building with Tom, nodding to him as a thank you before making her way toward the lot.

“Is your sexy new boyfriend here?” Tom asked, nudging her with his elbow as they walked beside one another. “Reaper or something? He sounds violent, that’s hot…”

“Shut up,” Y/N smacked his arm with a laugh, shaking her head at her friend. “Yeah, he’s somewhere on a bike. You can’t miss him.”

Harry didn’t miss her, that’s for sure.

His eyes locked on her as soon as she left the building, stomach gnarling when he saw her with another guy.

It hit him then that she had other men who wanted her. Lots of them, probably. They wanted her attention and her ideas and her in general. They thought they could have her- and Harry felt the weird possessive cloud come down over his head.

“Bunny.” He approached, ignoring the other man. He could choke for all Harry cared. “Got out late, hm?” He had worried a bit when she hadn’t come out with the first wave of people, so his worry was authentic. His fingers tipped her chin up to look at him, her eyes wide from the sudden touch. “Missed you.”

He couldn’t stop himself. His lips pressed against hers firmly, thumb holding her chin in a semi-possessive state as his stubble brushed her delicate skin, his grip making her open her mouth just a little- enough for his tongue to brush against hers as his other arm pulled her into his body.

It was a very clear and deliberate public claiming. ‘This is my girl, back the fuck off’ claiming by the tall man in dark leather who’d rode in on the large, loud bike.

He just hadn’t expected it to be this good. To taste her tea still on her lips and her body to fall into him, hand gripping his cut as she moaned in surprise against his lips. The soft ‘pop’ of their lips detaching and his thumb wiping away a tiny bit of wetness on the corner of her mouth. “Let’s go.”

Holy shit.

Her lips stayed parted as she looked up at him, she didn’t have to say anything for him to know what she was thinking. The carnal look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Y/N’s face felt warm as she waved goodbye to Tom with a giddy grin. She hadn’t expected that, but she could certainly get used to it. If she hadn’t been in public she wouldn’t have let him pull away, she swore she’d continue to melt into him until they fused together completely.

“You going to greet me like that every day?” Y/N broke the silence as they reached the bike, licking over her bottom lip while she watched him pull her helmet out from the seat compartment.

“If you walk out with other guys. Yes.” He grumbled though he felt satisfied that he had done it. He claimed her right there and was positive multiple people could see, would know that he just kissed a girl that was his.

He also regretted it.

It was going to be the only thing he thought about when he looked at her now.  He was going to think about her sweet mouth and how she had melted right into him, how she had moaned against this mouth in the surprised way, how she had clung to his shirt, and how fucking soft her lips were.

He was fucked.

He was quiet as he strapped the helmet on her head, tapping under her chin when he finished. His body wasn’t sure how to feel. Excitement? Regret? Guilt? He was certainly aroused from tasting her, but he knew now he was going to pay for his sins.

When he saw the other guy it sent him into a jealous cloud. Who the fuck was the kid and why was she laughing at what he said? How well did she know him? The knowledge she had a life outside of him and dated before, had been kissed before, made him irritated. He couldn’t have made a move beforehand but it didn’t matter to his unsettled thoughts.

Before flipping the visor down in the helmet, he looked into her stunned eyes and saw the confirmation that she had liked it just as much. That could be a separate issue. “Don’t walk around with other boys when you’re supposed to be mine. Don’t fuckin’ like it.” He grunted. “Said you’d be good.” There was a pause before she went to open her mouth. “Then act like it. Come on.”

He helped her on the bike, not giving her a chance to speak as he followed, tugging her hands around his waist. “Don’t let go.”

“Harry he—” The sound of him revving the engine cut her off before she could explain.

So he was jealous. He was jealous and it wasn’t part of the act.

Y/N smiled smugly and held on tight as directed, deciding she’d let Harry take out his anger on the open road. She would get a chance to explain once they were back at his place, but she wanted to see what else he would do to prove her suspicions.

If he had even given her a moment to explain, he would have found out that Tom was a happily married twink. Of course, she would be bringing that up once they arrived, but for now, she was going to let him think he had gotten away with this little jealous boyfriend act.

Arriving at Harry’s apartment complex, Bunny stayed quiet, watching as he took off her helmet and fixed her hair. He practically dragged her up into his apartment, not saying a single word the whole way up.

Harry was dirty. He needed to wash his hands and change his clothes because he didn’t feel like it was right to be around her being so filthy.

Bunny was… she was light and soft and clean. He was dark and hard and fucking filthy. Opposites in most ways but god damn, did he want to appeal to her. This was exactly why he had tried so hard to hold her a shoulders length away.

Now he was scrubbing his nails with the nail brush to get the grease from under them. A shower would come later, but he wanted to get back out there and see what the fuck she was doing.

He left the bedroom to see her padding around the kitchen, taking out ingredients for what he assumed would be dinner. She hadn’t had a chance to change yet and was still in her outfit, the pants hugging her ass in a way he wished his hands could- but he kept quiet to observe before he approached.

“Rooms open. Go and change.” He opened the fridge to grab the water pitcher with the built-in filter, filling up a glass.

She thought maybe he would have cooled off by now, but the return of his short statement sentences said otherwise. Even his tone was different. If this is the way he wanted to play then she would certainly give him a run for his money.

He couldn’t hide from her in his own apartment.

With that in mind, Y/N created a plan. She wrapped up marinating the steak and washed her hands in silence. Her eyes flickered over to where he was standing, making sure she’d brush past him on the way to the bathroom.

“Tom’s gay by the way.”

It was simple, but the words lingered in the kitchen as Harry realized he may have shown his own hand.

It was too late for that though, especially after Y/N came back from her shower dressed in nothing but a tank top and tiny shorts. Yeah, it was a little bit evil, but she figured it was payback for the fact that he slept shirtless and in slutty grey sweats.

He’s been stewing on the couch when she came out of the room, and honestly? He nearly choked on his spit.

His reaction was internal, mostly, but he didn’t necessarily hide that he was looking at her. She was a tease. Was that what she was trying to do? Tease him?

The guy was gay, which was fine, but he had gotten jealous and let it overtake him a bit. Okay. But now he seemed to have cracked open a box that should have been closed shut and locked with a key and taped afterward. Something he shouldn’t have even touched.

Now he was going to pay.

—

It continued. Each day was similar for the next 4, a routine of sorts settling into the groove- but Harry was going out of his goddamn mind.

She got one kiss when he picked her up. One toe-curling kiss that he broke apart and never spoke about after. Her school week was going by and every damn day after, she would put on tiny shorts and little tank tops and prance around his apartment, touch him, sit a bit close to him, and giggle.

He was going insane.

He had been so good. Behaving, keeping his hands to himself, sleeping and keeping to his side of the bed- but each day, Bunny was fraying his final string closer and closer to snapping.

He hasn’t gotten laid in weeks, he had a woman he wanted but shouldn’t have under his protection, and now she was taunting him. There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing.

The final straw was when she came out in his tee shirt. No bra, nipples visible, and tiny shorts covered by the shirt hanging down, humming and shaking her hips as she placed something into the oven.

He had been out on the balcony when she had changed and didn’t see it until now- but seeing one of his Devil’s Keepers shirts on her and her nipples poking through the thin fabric, his jaw clenched so tight he thought a tooth may crack.

“What the fuck are you doing, Bunny?” He snapped, form tense as he slammed his phone on the counter.

Bingo.

“I’m roasting potatoes what does it look like?” She said as if she had no idea what he was talking about. Y/N was surprised it had taken him this long. It was actually pretty amazing that his self-control was this high considering his temper operated on a short fuse.

Y/N was used to men cracking quickly when she flaunted her body around. It was only natural, she knew she could use it as a weapon and she did. Harry on the other hand preferred to suffer in silence as she amped up the stakes with each and every day.

The kisses should have been enough to break him, especially when she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away from their kiss this afternoon. She was sure that would do it. He left her no choice but to pull out the final boss.

He was possessive, of course, he liked her in his shirt.

“Not talking about the potatoes. You know better.” He clenched his teeth, crossing his arms as he approached her. His final attempt to keep his hands to himself, but he could feel himself failing.

“All fucking week… you’ve been doing this shit. Prancing around and showing off your body. Watching me. What’s your goal?” He stepped closer, watching her turn around and look up at him with those pretty eyes he always admired.

Only now they were hooded and moony, looking up with a little smirk. She was playing him. Obviously aware of what she was doing.

“Don’t play games with me.” His nostrils flared as she raised her brows at him. She was daring him to do something. The tension was heavy, his restraint nonexistent.

“Do you know how fucking hard I’ve been trying to be respectful? To be good?” He snarled, finally taking hold of her hip and anchoring her against the counter. “You’re going through a rough time, not trying to touch you, make this complicated, and what do you do?” He tugged on the shirt. “Go and do shit you know will get a reaction.”

Bunny had pushed him over the edge.

“Fine. What do you want?” He reached up, gently collaring her throat with his hand. Despite his harsh, almost mean tone, his grip was gentle. Trying so hard not to go too far without knowing what she wanted.

“Don’t just stand there. You’ve got a brain, sweetheart. Answer me.”

Most would be scared at this point, but Bunny was over the moon. His hand around her neck felt warm, secure, he was barely even pressing. He wouldn’t hurt her, but she wanted him to do something.

“I want you to stop pretending you don’t want me.” She couldn’t believe the words came out of her mouth, but she was proud she had managed to say it how it was. If she teased him for 5 days straight she knew she would have to take accountability. Would have to assert herself and let him know she could now read him just as well as he read her. His jealousy was her little glimmer of hope and she wanted him to give in.

“Just gonna kiss me once a day and let yourself, hmm? Said you wanted to make it believable, but you’re holding back.”

“I’ve been doing the right thing.” He grit out, his eyes dark and angry, but the arousal was there. She could see it, feel it. He kissed her every day and he let it linger just a bit too long, he couldn’t fake that.

“You’re driving me up a wall. What do you want me to do, Bunny?” He asked, exhaling harshly. “You want me to touch you? Want me to kiss on you? Have been leaving you alone because you’re a guest here, you’re supposed to feel safe and be protected from a stalker. Not getting felt up by the person you’re supposed to be protected by.”

It was something he’d been struggling with. He didn’t want to add in any sort of complication when it was already difficult, she was in a weird place- but she kept pushing him.

“Keep fucking pushing me, flaunting that perfect little ass and your tits? I’ve got incredible self-control, but you’re testing me and being a cockstease every damn day.” He released her throat, turning from her to the sink to try and catch himself.

Fuck. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be touching her at all. Shouldn’t comment on her ass, or her tits.

She could understand why he was holding back, but she had given him the go-ahead days ago. He had talked all this talk about touching her in public and kissing her and yet, the most they’d done was a kiss in her college parking lot. It was driving her crazy.

Y/N took a step forward and let her hands smooth over the plane of his back, nails scratching through the fabric of his shirt as they made their way down to the hem.

“You’re so tense…” She mumbled, hands creeping under his shirt to repeat her previous movements, except this time against his skin. “It’s okay, you know? To like it… to want more…” She was trying to make it easy, but he was still trying to respect her.

“Can’t kiss me like that in the parking lot and leave me hanging… that’s so mean.” She pouted, her hands moving to wrap around his front as she rested her head against his chest.

“Bunny…” his voice was hoarse. Did she really mean that? “You’re….” He felt lips press against him, right on his shirt as her hands ran over his stomach. Fuck. She wanted this? She really did… said he was mean?  Leaving her hanging….

Fine.

He turned around his body at its breaking point. He needed to touch her, god damn it.

“Mean?” He took her hands and placed them behind her back, keeping them there with one while the other went to her face. His finger dragged down her cheek, giving her a look over. She squirmed a bit but a look stilled her.

“You haven’t even seen mean from me. I’ve been so, so nice to you. What would be mean, is kissing you the way I wanted to before you left to go to school, let you walk around with an aching little cunt and wet panties all day. I can be very, very mean.” A feral grin rose on his face.

“You don’t want me to be mean, you want sweet. You want soft. Hm? A sensitive little bunny. Throwing tantrums because she wants… what? She wants me to touch her? That last person who should?” He shook his head, his finger burning a trail down to her lips.

“This fucking mouth is going to get you into so much trouble, baby. Keep taunting me.” He dared her. “Do it.”

With one swift motion, she sucked his finger into her mouth, keeping eye contact with him as she worked over his skin with her velvety tongue. Her movements were slow, noticing the same rage bubble up in him again before pulling away with a pop.

She kept her eyes trained on his, initially pressing soft kisses to the base of his finger before her tongue joined in the mix. Yes, she was fully sucking off his finger just to tease him. The curious side of her wanted to see just what he would do about it.

“Mmm… would feel so much nicer on your cock, don’t you think?” Bunny’s voice had changed, it had more of a raspy bite to it. Her eyes weren’t hiding much either, starting to droop from arousal.

“But you’re being good… so maybe you should eat me instead.”

“Fucks sake.” He whispered, smearing his finger back over her lips, wiping the spit back on her. “Would you look at that…” he pressed his finger back into her mouth, feeling her immediately suck back on it as she looked up at him.

“You’re a slut.” The words were soft but dirty, her mouth sucking him a bit harder as she nodded at him, taking his finger deeper into her mouth until she reached the knuckle. Trying to show him exactly what he could be doing if he just gave in.

“Act like such a good girl most of the time… but you’re gagging for it. Can’t fucking believe you.” He really couldn’t. Pulling his finger out of her mouth, he shook his head as she whimpered at the loss of it, the wet digit joining the rest to clasp under her jaw.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” He said it quietly, gently urging her mouth open. “You want to suck it and feel it on your tongue? I’m the last person you should be fucking with, Bunny.” He warned. “But you don’t care. Do you?”

Her head shook the best it could. Her mouth was watering at the thought of him, cunt sticky with how wet just his hold got her. “Say it then. Tell me that you want my cock in your mouth and I’ll consider it.”

Fuck it. He’s lost.

“Please sir,” Bunny let out a whimper, “I want your cock in my mouth…” Y/N couldn’t believe she had actually pulled this off, so close to getting exactly what she’d been craving.

Intimacy.

Sex was the perfect outlet for the two of them. Neither one of them was brave enough to share how they truly felt unless provoked, but sex would allow them to cater to each other's needs without the pressure of saying the right things.

Sex was primal, nothing else mattered then besides the connection they shared.

Y/N sank to her knees with his hand still cupped beneath her jaw. Nimble fingers began to play with his zipper, but she wouldn’t continue without a go-ahead.

“There. See? I knew you were a good girl with listening skills. You’re waiting for me to tell you yes, yeah?”

His Bunny looked up at him, nodding in agreement. She was listening very well now, not wanting to chance the opportunity being taken away. She would listen to Harry and do what he said so long as she could suck him.

“Go ahead. You can unzip, but not the briefs. You can kiss my cock over them. Feel it, but can’t touch it bare yet. I think you’re capable of doing that. Do you think you can, pet?” He stroked over her hair, feeling the zipper being pulled and the jeans being tugged down. “Remember what I said.”

Y/N tried not to be too rough, but she was eager. She felt a rush of excitement flow through her as she noticed just how hard he was, she felt proud. Bunny knew he was interested, but for him to be fully solid before she even touched him made her smile.

Not wasting another second, she leaned forward and pressed a few gentle kisses up his clothed cock looking up to see his reaction. Y/N was big on eye contact, the feeling of intimacy was addicting.

She let her tongue sneak out, placing kitten licks over his balls to see if he liked it, and hummed as she moved up along his shaft. If he wanted her to tease she would, it was much more fun this way.

“Does that feel good, sir?” Bunny’s voice was sickeningly sweet, lips sucking over his tip over the waistband. She knew his cock was big even before seeing it hard, but despite its size, she wasn’t intimidated at all. If anything it excited her.

“It does, sweetheart.” He murmured.

His mind was reeling. He never thought this would actually happen. Precious little Bunny on her knees for him, mouthing at his cock eagerly like his little pet. He was hard as nails, her willingness to please soothing a part of him he hadn’t been aware he had.

“Get the fabric wet. You’re so willing and eager to run this smart mouth all the time… I’ve got to wonder what else it can do. How I can use it.” He tugged her closer to him, rubbing himself over her face.

“Look so good down there. You’ve been dying to get there, haven’t you?” He had fully lost his composure. Giving in felt really damn good.

She nodded, a bit shocked at how he was. Bunny had only ever experienced Harry as a protective figure of someone who was stoic. He joked here and there but she never could have dreamed of experiencing him like this. A little unhinged from his usual composed and cool self.

Y/N let some spit collect in her mouth, wanting to get the fabric as wet as possible so he could feel every movement of her tongue. She wanted to behave. She wanted the praise. Wanted to show him all that he didn’t know he needed.

She flattened her tongue against him, slowly licking up the sides filthily. She was making a mess, both on his cock and between her legs. Spit was just getting all over her face, she hoped he liked it messy like she did.

Though she hadn’t had many sexual partners, she’d always had more taboo sexual fantasies. Of course, her boyfriends had always been into it, but never had she been with someone who met her match. Not just met, but completely exceeded her.

She didn’t have to sleep with Harry to know he was a freak. It was noticeable from the way he commanded her and cared for her. Y/N hoped he would show her more of this side of him, she wanted to see just how twisted he could be.

“Fucks sake…” he whispered, watching her do exactly what he had wanted.

Harry had particular tastes. He was dark and rough and a little mean… but with her, he knew there would be a sweet undertone to it. He had stayed away for a reason, thinking that a girl like her wouldn’t be into his brand of sex.

Bunny presented as someone sweet and soft. Perhaps a hint of a brat- but just seeing this, spit dripping down her chin as she licked up his covered cock, he had a feeling that she was a lot filthier than he had given her credit for.

“Messy little thing.” He pulled her back by her hair, a smirk lining his lips. “Fucking incredible. Do you want it in your mouth?” She has soaked the fabric and proven to him that perhaps she could take it. “I want to see what it can do. Already showed me you can be a messy girl…” he cooed. “Want to see it in on your tongue. Go ahead.”

“Thank you, sir.”

So polite. God, she was going to kill him.

Her fingers felt so delicate against his skin, teasing him while pulling his briefs down where his jeans sat below his bum. His cock twitched at the look on her face, her face lit up as if she’d been starving for it.

And she had been.

Bunny wasted no time diving right in, spitting on the tip and letting it drip down while so swirled her tongue around the crown on his cock. Flattening her tongue again, she let the weight of his cock lay flat against it as requested.

“So pretty like this…” Harry used his free hand to tap it against the wet muscle, groaning at the filthy noise it made. “Fucking love it don’t you?” She had the nerve to giggle. “Go on, suck it like a good slut.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Sinking her head down, the tip was engulfed in her mouth, his head tipping down to watch. It did something to him to watch her take it in, to feel her tongue stroke against the bottom of him.

Harry’s received plenty of head in his life, but none gave him the satisfaction this already did. It filled a piece of him that had been screaming to be seen, something he had been denying himself this whole time.

There wasn’t any part of her that seemed hesitant or embarrassed as she took more of him in, her hand holding him at the base and her eyes looking up at him. His long hair fell like a curtain as his head angled down, looking at her as she sucked him, the dark lust in his eyes fueling her to take even more.

“There we go… taking it in.” He muttered, her lips stretched around him. “You’ve no idea the shit I want to do to you. Probably would scare you away.” His hand stroked her wet cheek, smearing some of her spit over it as she bobbed her head. “Just keep sucking me with that hot little mouth.”

Bunny kept up her pace, letting out pleased hums with every moan he gave her. She hadn’t expected him to be so vocal and loud but was pleasantly surprised. It only egged her on, taking her deeper and deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head.

Harry’s jaw went slack the moment he felt himself hit the back of her throat, the most guttural groan following suit. It took everything in him not to thrust, instead his hand roughly grabbed a hold of her hair.

“You— tap my leg if it’s too much,” Harry said through his teeth, taking deep breaths to try and control himself. Holding her head in place he began moving his hips, pushing shallow thrusts into her mouth.

Bunny’s eyes teared up at the welcome intrusion, blinking them away as quickly as she could. She relaxed her jaw, taking deep breaths through her nose to keep her gag reflex at bay.

It felt so good, he felt tingles in his legs. Thrusting into her mouth, Harry let out a deep groan, feeling it reach her throat with one of the thrusts. She gagged a bit, making him ease up, but she didn’t tap his leg.

This wasn’t what he had imagined their first encounter would be- hell, he hadn’t even allowed himself to fantasize about it too much because he knew that it would open up a world that couldn’t be unexplored once stepped into.

But here he was, feeling her spit drip down his cock to his balls as he fucked her mouth. The slick, sloppy sound of his length gliding into her mouth over and over was filthy, spurring him on.

His hand fisted her hair, guiding her head further down him as he breathed heavily. “Who would have guessed you’d be a cockslut?” He grit out. “Letting me fuck that messy mouth. Fuck…” he pushed in deeper, feeling her gag again and pulling out a bit. “Love when you gag on it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Been fuckin’ gagging for it.”

She was a mess. Tears slid down her cheeks from the gagging, spit down her chin, she looked filthy and messy and Harry loved every bit of it.

Y/N dug her nails into his thighs, enjoying the feeling of him fucking her throat a bit too much. She’d done this maybe once? But for Harry, she realized she’d do just about anything. Pleasing him was a turn on in itself, giving her a sense of power and control that she lacked in her day to day.

She let him continue his thrusting, wanting to make him cum. She wanted to know what it tasted like, what it felt like— as filthy as it was. Y/N had wanted him for so long that even the crudest of acts would make her cunt throb.

Her thighs squeezed together, trying to relieve the ache that was growing between them. He was far too gone to notice— at least that’s what she hoped. She just had to be good.

“This is what a good girl does.” He pulled out of her mouth, watching her pout up at him. “She sits on her knees and follows directions. Doesn’t talk back. It’s what I’d like. As sexy as the bratty act is…” he pulled his cock away, pulling the briefs back up. “You’re not going to get rewarded for teasing.”

The stupefied look on her face killed him. He wanted to laugh, also cry considering his cock was aching for a release and that had been the best head he had ever received- but she needed to learn.

“If you can continue to be a good girl, not tease me the rest of the week, Continue your check-ins, be as safe as you can, and stop the games?” He raised a brow. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll let you have my cum, I’ll make you cum. You’ll be rewarded.” His thumb brushed some of the spit from her mouth, reaching above her head to grab a paper towel and wiping up her face.

Bunny couldn’t believe it. She really couldn’t. What the fuck was this? One minute she was sucking him and he was moaning and the next- he was tucked away from her reach.

“And don’t even think about sneaking away to touch yourself. If you do, I’m not giving you shit.” He warned. It was unfair and mean and she wanted to cry- but for some reason, it made her even more aroused. His control over the situation and her… it was erotic.

Harry helped her back onto her feet, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. That was new. He’d never done that before. Her eyes were still glossy, lips swollen… she looked so beautiful staring up at him. He couldn’t help himself.

Brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear, his fingers found their place below her jaw once again.

“Did so good for me…” He murmured, thumb rubbing at her dampened cheek. He only let a few more seconds pass before his lips were on hers, except this time was different.

Slow and tender, Harry’d never kissed anyone with so much intention before. There was so much he wanted to say but couldn’t, so he felt the kiss would tell her everything she needed to know.

The timer for the potatoes went off.

The shrill beep cut into their kiss, making her curse herself for putting it in so soon. She felt dazed as he pulled apart, the moment melting as he smoothed her hair back and took a step away.

What the actual fuck had just happened? Kissing her like that after denying her any more oral sex and making her feel special and cherished. Even just for that moment.

She blinked a few times as he handed her the oven mitt, the timer being turned off as he reached over her. “Time to eat properly, Bunny.”

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Kat's OG/HC ::: mitsuya would MAKE the teddy bear for the first date thingy.

A/N ::: You. Guys. I'm so giddy about this that you'd think I was the one who just went on a date with Mitsuya. I'm so fucking happy with this - like, I just smiled the whole time I was writing it. Thank you again, @katkitkats for the HC's.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ Funsies ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ I've Been Loving You Too Long // Otis Redding I wholly believe that Mitsuya has a deep appreciation for music and would listen to this song like a dummy who's deep in love. Listen if you want the full effect of the high I got while writing this ⍣

(For the best experience put it on repeat or read really fast lmao - sorry, my sense of timing is horrific).

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ TEDDY BEAR PREP ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ Doesn't see the appeal of buying stuff that he can make for you.

⍣ Can make anything he puts his mind to - up to and including a teddy bear.

⍣ Would start out by searching for just the right kind of fabric (I think he'd use minky - so freakin' soft and cuddly and lasts forever and ever if you're good to it - a lot like love 🤔 - it's just insane)

⍣ Works out all the details, drawing out a pattern that he can pin fabric to, cut around the design, sew it together and add the finishing touches then stuff it.

⍣ Hand stitches the bear's arms and legs with an "X" pattern so it looked like "real" stitches, using a special type of embroidery stitch for its little eyes and nose (the nose would be pink and its eyes would be one of each of your eye colors).

⍣ Finally, it would be done a few days before the big first date.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ THE DATE ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ Would pick you up on his bike.

⍣ Has an extra helmet (in whatever your favorite color was because he just so fucking thoughtful I can't stand it) and leather jacket for you if it was cold.

⍣ The reservation would have been made 2 weeks in advance - even though it's at Smiley and Angry's Ramen shop.

⍣ Took the little bear over there the night before because he wants it to be brought out with dessert.

⍣ Wants to impress you by walking in and saying "2 for Mitsuya, please *slips Angry some 💴 for the best seat in the house*.

⍣ Will offer you some of his dish (from his chopsticks/eating utensils!) and ask if you're sure you don't mind giving him a bite of yours, even after you shove it at him - he has 2 little sisters and knows how sacred food can be sometimes.

⍣ Waves at Smiley and Angry to signal he's ready for dessert and the handmade bear to be brought to your quiet little corner/window table.

⍣ Hands you the cuddly snuggly bear and the first thing you notice is not how soft the bear is, but how warm his hands are. You don't want to let go but he seems so proud of this gift that you take it from his hand and hold it close to your heart.

⍣ Tells you about how he made this design and bear specially for you, the fabric was special ordered and it was sewn/hand stitched by him (by the very same warm hands you didn't want to trade for).

⍣ Blushes when he points out the bear's eye color (he didn't even have to see you again or ask anyone what your eye color was because he remembered). You blush back when you tell him it's the first thing you noticed about it.

⍣ Gives you the first, middle and last bite of the cute little dessert the boys whipped up for you two.

⍣ Pays for EVERYTHING.

⍣ Asks what you want to do now - you want to just ride around on some back roads and cling to him - "Go for a ride?" you suggest instead of just prattling off the truth.

⍣ Was praying that you'd say that.

⍣ Smiled so hard when his prayer was answered.

⍣ Rides out to the near middle of nowhere and parks next to an empty field and lays out his jacket for you to sit on while you two stargaze and talk about your interests.

⍣ Catches you staring at him but plays it off like you two just looked at each other at the same time because he was staring at you once and he low-key hoped you wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

⍣ On the ride back to your house, at every stoplight or stop sign he will pat your hands that are wrapped so tightly around his waist and ask if you're "Doing ok back there?"

⍣ Feels his heart skip a beat or two when you just hold him tighter as he takes off again.

⍣ Walks you to your door and stands on the steps below your front porch while still holding your hand.

⍣ Kisses you between your first and second finger knuckle in such a manner that you're so wildly turned on by the gentleness of the gesture that you jump off of the steps and plant a huge kiss on his lips.

⍣ Smiles the whole way back to his place, vowing to never wash his jacket, his hand or his mouth again.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ CUTE BONUS ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ He wrote a little note and sticks it in the center of the bear's belly in all of the batting: "Y/n, I know this is only our first date. But I think you're a really special and beautiful person. I am so excited to see what is in store for us. - Takashi)

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[in-my-feels-probably]

sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Midsummer Shenanigans

Request: sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Hi! This is my first time writing for Sarah. Bear with me, I'm still getting used to writing her character, so I wouldn’t say this is my best work. But this request is cute, so I had to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, vague mention of jj’s abuse, suggestive content, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You were laying on a towel, one arm covering your eyes, the other laying in the sand. You could have laid there all day, if your alarm hadn’t gone off just as you had gotten comfortable. You reached for your phone, silencing it. 

You sat up on your elbows, looking around at your friends. “JJ, I will pay you to go kill my manager so I don’t have to go into work today.” 

JJ sat up as well, squinting at the sun in his eyes. “How much?”

“Hmm, like….twenty bucks?” 

He let out a laugh, laying back down in the sand. “No deal, dude. No deal.” 

You groaned, finally getting up and brushing the sand off your clothes. “John B, will you give me a ride to work? Please?”

He looked up at you and shook his head, before placing his hat over his face. You whined, bending down to knock it off. He looked up at you again, far more annoyed this time. 

“Please? You have to go to work, too. Come on, it’s literally on your way, and otherwise I’ll be biking there. I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“Those were my twenty bucks!” JJ said, sitting up.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. “Not anymore. You won’t kill my boss for me. It’s John B’s now.”

“Fine,” John B groaned, reaching for your hand. “Help me up.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, hoisting him up. “Bye, guys.”

You got a series of waves and goodbyes, before you turned to walk back up the beach. You loaded up into the Twinkie, and John B swung you by your house so you could quickly change into your uniform, before taking you to work. 

You groaned as he parked, and he sighed, looking out at the Marina. You worked at the nice restaurant at the country club by the Marina, and John B worked on the boats there. 

Neither of you wanted to work today, and it took everything in you to pull yourself out of his van. 

You trudged into work, clocking in. You had barely even put your things down and put on your apron when the hostess came into the back of the kitchen. 

“Hey Y/N, you’ve just been sat. Table 28, two top.”

You sighed and nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.”

You grabbed a pad and paper, tucking it into your apron. You filled two glasses with ice water, placing them on a tray before leaving the kitchen and going to the table. You balanced the tray on one hand, setting the glasses down with the other. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you started with anything else to drink?”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard, and you looked up to see none other than Sarah Cameron, and her sister. 

You had known Sarah your whole life. Sarah Cameron, Kook Princess. You were friends when you were younger, always seeing each other at the beach or the Boneyard. But as you got older, you grew apart. You fell in with the Pogues, and she fell in with the Kooks. 

It didn’t bother you, not really. 

You had always known you weren’t the same type of person, and you knew she wasn’t going to be your friend forever. But you couldn’t help but feel jealousy when you looked at her. She had enough money to do whatever she wanted. She didn’t have to work for her money, or apply for shitty jobs if she wanted to be able to buy the things she wanted. She was going to get into any college she wanted, and be able to go wherever she wanted. It just wasn’t fair. 

What you didn’t know was that she felt the same jealousy as you. For different reasons, of course. 

She had money, yes. But you had family. You belonged somewhere, you had friends who would take a bullet for you if need be. You chose your family, you made your own way. All the money in the world couldn’t buy that kind of love. She’d do anything to have people in her life like that. 

“Hey, Sarah,” you finally said, giving her a small smile. “Hey, Wheezie. Girls day?”

“Sarah promised to go to our Dad’s Midsummer party this weekend, and she needed a new dress. We went shopping so I could help her pick one.”

“Sounds like fun,” you grinned. “I think Kiara is going, her parents are making her. Pope’s Dad is catering, and I’m on staff as a waitress. So, I guess I’ll see you there.”

Sarah tried her best to hide her smile at your words, changing the subject. “What time do you get off? May we could hang out?”

“Uh…,” you hummed, raising a brow at her question. “Yeah, yeah sure. I get off at eight. Is that alright?” 

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back to come get you if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” you nodded, pulling out your pen and pad. “Until then, what can I get started for you?”

—

You had texted John B right after Sarah and Wheezie left, letting him know that you didn’t need him to drop you off at home. He had lots of questions, and you promised to explain it all to him later. 

You thought about your interaction with Sarah for the rest of your shift. 

She had left you quite the tip, and gave you a shy smile when she left, which was very unlike her. You hadn’t known her to be shy around anyone, let alone you. You couldn’t quite tell what it was that was making her act different. 

At the end of your shift, you clocked out, taking a step outside. Sarah was sitting on the hood of her car, parked in the lot just outside the back door. 

She straightened up as she saw you, swinging her legs out in front of her. “Hey.”

“Hey. Have you been waiting long?”

She shook her head. “A few minutes, don’t worry about it.” 

You awkwardly approached, leaning against the hood of her car. “I’m sorry to ask, but you’re driving me home, right? Because I told John B he could go home, and he’s definitely not gonna come back and get me.”

“Yeah, I’ll take you home,” she chuckled, jumping down from the hood. “Do you still live in the same place?”

You nodded, and she unlocked her car, motioning for you to climb in. You tried to ignore how weird it was that you were climbing into Sarah Cameron’s car, settling yourself in the passenger seat. 

She pulled out of the parking lot and drove slowly to give herself more time. Not that she had to, your house was miles away on the other side of the island away from the Marina. 

You sat in awkward silence, before she finally broke it. 

“Have a good shift?”

“You tipped the best,” you laughed, smiling over at her. “You’d be surprised how cheap the Kooks can be.”

“Damn, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, leaning back into your seat. “So, what’s up? How have you been? It’s been a while.”

“Yeah…sorry about that,” Sarah said, giving you a guilty look out of the corner of her eye. You didn’t acknowledge it. 

“I know you’re busy, don’t worry about it. Excited for your Dad’s thing this weekend?”

“Not even a little bit,” she sighed, taking a right down a side street. 

You furrowed your brows, looking around. “Uh, I think you went the wrong way. You should have gone left back there.”

“I know where you live, Y/N. We’re taking the long way.”

“Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders, turning the radio down so she could hear you clearer. “I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Alright,” you nodded, changing the subject. “How was your day?”

“It was alright, I guess. Took Wheezie to the mainland, got a new dress. Haven’t done much, honestly. What about you, how was your day?”

You smiled at the thought of your day, at least before you had to go to work. It was peaceful, and you were with friends. 

“My day was good. I went to the beach with a few friends. Did lose twenty bucks, though. I made John B drive me and had to pay the price. I tried to get JJ to take out my boss for me so I wouldn’t have to go to work, but he wouldn’t go for it.”

Sarah let out a laugh, smiling wide. “The restaurant sucks, then?”

“Easily the worst job I’ve ever had. Beats working on the boats though, and sometimes it’s good money. Plus I eat dinner for free, so I can’t complain about that.”

Sarah nodded, turning down your street. “Any plans for college?”

“Not even a little bit,” you scoffed, grinning over at her. “I’m going day by day at this point. What about you?”

Her voice was quieter when she answered you, making you turn to face her. “My Dad wants me to go where he did, it’s like a tradition in the family. I’m not sure, though. It’s not really for me.”

“That’s alright. You’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. And you don’t have to follow what your Dad did. It’s your life, not his.”

“Yeah, well he’s the one paying for it. So it kinda is his,” she said, pulling up to the outside of your house. 

As she turned the car off, you turned to her, giving her a sympathetic smile. 

“It may be his money, but it is your life. Don’t do anything to make someone else happy. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t do it. There’s nothing wrong with doing something different than your family does.”

Sarah sighed, leaning back in her seat. “My Dad expects so much out of me. He thinks Rafe has wasted his opportunities, and wants me to be smarter than that.”

“I’m glad I’m not a Kook,” you laughed, breaking the tension enough to get her to smile. “Seems like a lot of pressure, having all that money and not knowing what to do with it. I may be broke, but it’s simple. I like simple.” 

“Me too,” she agreed. She turned away from you, fiddling with her hands in her lap. 

You cleared your throat, reaching for the door handle. “Thanks for driving me. See you this weekend? I’ll be in my uniform, easy to spot.”

Sarah smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you then.”

—

That night, John B and JJ stopped by your house. You climbed into the Twinkie, sitting it in while parked in your driveway. 

JJ was sitting across from you while giving you a surprised look. “Sarah Cameron? Like, Kook Princess Sarah Cameron?” 

“I know, it was insane,” you said, looking between John B and JJ as they stared at you in disbelief. “She drove me home. I haven’t spoken to her in over a year, and she offered to drive me home.”

John B scoffed, a grin on his face. “And I thought hidden treasure was the craziest thing that was gonna happen to us this week.”

“Is she still a bitch?” JJ asked, making you shove his shoulder. 

“Stop it,” you glared. “She’s only a bitch to you because you give her a reason to be. She was really different from what I remember her being.”

“Does she know she’s sitting on a goldmine?” John B asked. 

You nearly rolled your eyes at his question. “Do you really think that if Ward Cameron knew there was gold on the island, he’d just let it sit there?”

“I still think that’s where the gold is. I don’t know where else it would be. It’s not on the wreck, so it’s on the island. Do you think you could get her to give you a map of Tannyhill?”

“Yeah, John B,” JJ scoffed, clapping his hand on John B’s shoulder. “Sarah is totally gonna give Y/N a map of her property without any explanation. Good thinking, man.”

“At least I’m coming up with ideas.”

“Because your ideas have worked so well so fa—“

“Stop it!” You scolded them, interrupting their bickering. “Neither of you are helping. I’m having a crisis, here! Are either of you gonna help me out, or should I just go back inside?”

John B clapped his hands together, turning to you. “If I’m right, we need that map. You need to ask Sarah about it next time you see her. Tell her it’s for a research project or something.”

“I’m helping Pope with Midsummers this weekend. I could ask her for it then?”

JJ nodded in agreement, but looked unsure. “Don’t you think she’ll ask questions? We’re not telling her about the gold, she’ll just tell Ward.”

You shook your head, disagreeing. 

“I don’t think so. She was talking about him earlier like they don’t see eye to eye on most things. I don’t think she cares about money like he does. If she asks questions, I think I should answer some of them.”

“No way,” JJ retorted, looking at you with wide eyes. “I don’t trust her. You see who she hangs out with, I’m not losing our chance at getting the gold to a bunch of fucking Kooks.”

“No offense JJ, but you’re not the one who looked through those archives with me. I trust Y/N. I think we should let her tell Sarah whatever she thinks is necessary.”

JJ groaned, looking between the two of you. Knowing it was a losing battle, he sighed, relenting. 

“Fine. But if she fucks this up for us, you two get to be the ones to tell Kie and Pope why they’ll be broke for the rest of their lives.”

You laughed, grinning. “Deal.”

—

The next morning, you clocked into work for the opening shift. 

It would be a quick shift, much shorter than your one the previous evening, and you were excited to get it over with. It was your last shift of the week, and you weren’t scheduled again until Midsummers.

You only had an hour left in your shift, when the hostess came back into the kitchen while you were talking to the chef. 

“Someone asked for you by name, Y/N. One top, table 17.”

You nodded, grabbing everything you needed and going to the table. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Sarah, sitting alone on her phone. You cleared your throat as you approached, setting down a glass. 

“You’re back. The food is not that good here, I think you’re getting ripped off.”

Sarah smiled, giving you a sheepish look. “I knew you were working today, figured I’d come say hello.”

“Were you in the neighborhood?” 

She shook her head, tapping her fingers on the table. You nodded, grinning when you could see a slight flush creep up onto her cheeks.

“I could just give you my number, you know. You don’t have to drive all the way over here to say hello.”

“Well, I wanted to see you, too,” she said, making you raise a brow. “Are you busy today? After work, I mean.”

“I’m going to Pope’s later to help him and his Dad make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. But that’s not till later. Why?”

She was the most shy you had ever seen her, nearly stuttering with her reply. “Uh…would you maybe wanna hang out again? Like actually, this time.”

You remembered the map of Tannyhill you needed, deciding it was best to say yes. And, you were fascinated as to why Sarah was suddenly interested in you again after all this time. It was better to kill two birds with one stone.

“Sure, I’m off in an hour. What do you wanna do?”

She smiled, shrugging. “I didn’t really think that far. Boat? Beach?”

“Anywhere your friends aren’t,” you grinned, only half joking. Sarah playfully smacked your arm, though she was laughing, too.

“I’m with you on that one.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You asked, leaning onto the table. “Haven’t seen you with Topper or anyone in a while.”

“Yeah, we aren’t really talking right now. I’m not talking to any of them, really.”

You raised a brow. “No? Why’s that?”

“I’ll tell you when your shift is over,” she grinned, shooing you away from the table. 

—

You settled on the beach, swinging by Sarah’s house first so she could grab things to bring. You awkwardly stepped into her house, having not been there since you were a kid when she had a birthday party.

It was just as lavish as you remembered it. 

“I forgot you live in a castle,” you said, climbing the stairs to her room. 

“You may address me as Your Highness.”

You dramatically bowed, motioning for her to walk in front of you. She curtsied, continuing to her room. As you passed by a few doors, Rafe stepped out of his room. 

“What do we have here? Y/N! Where are the rest of your bum friends?”

You groaned, turning around to face him. “Clearly not wanting to be caught within a mile of you, Rafe.”

He chuckled, standing close enough that he towered over you. “I’d check her pockets before you leave, Sarah. Who knows what she might try and steal?”

“Piss off, Rafe,” you said, not backing down. He grinned wider, happy to have gotten a reaction out of you. He held his hands up in surrender, backing into his room. 

“Nice to see you, Y/N. I’ll make sure to grab a drink off you at Midsummers, alright?”

Sarah grabbed your wrist, tugging you along with her. “Leave her alone, Rafe. Go bother someone else.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, following her into her room. “He doesn’t bother me.”

“He still shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

You shrugged, watching as she packed a bag for the beach. “I’m used to it, I don’t care. I’m happy with who I am. Me and my bum friends.”

Sarah chuckled, shuffling around her room as she grabbed her things. “I like your bum friends.”

“Even JJ?”

“Even JJ…sometimes.”

—

You set up an area in the sand, collapsing with a dramatic sigh onto your towel. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“You’re the one who decided on the beach,” she grinned, settling herself next to you as she took off her shirt. 

You took in her appearance, smiling when she looked over at you with a shy smile. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. She pressed you further, turning over onto her stomach as she spoke. 

“Oh, come on. You’re staring at me, so spill. What’s up?”

You smiled, relenting. “You just look really pretty. You are really pretty, but you don’t need me to tell you that.”

She flushed, tucking her face into her arm as she turned her head away from you. You laughed, leaning back to settle on your elbows as you looked over at her. 

“What’s that reaction? Are you telling me Topper doesn’t tell you you’re pretty?”

“He does,” she mumbled, laying her cheek on her forearm. “But not like you do. He normally says it when he wants something.”

“You’re beautiful, Sarah,” you frowned, fully laying back and rolling over so your face was parallel with hers. “Fuck him.”

Sarah let out a laugh, making you smile.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and your friends? I haven’t seen you with them when they come into the restaurant.”

She sighed, moving to sit up. It took her a while to speak. “They’re just…not nice.”

You burst out laughing, sitting up with her. “Well I could have told you that.”

“I’m serious,” she giggled. “I know they’re shit to you and your friends, but they’re not always like that. At least that’s what I used to think. I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Do you have anyone close to talk to?”

She shrugged. “Wheezie.”

“You need more than your little sister, Sarah. They can’t all be assholes, there’s gotta be someone, right?”

“That’s easy for you to say. All your friends are nice. I think JJ would literally take a bullet for you.”

“He probably would,” you smiled, nodding. “He’s an idiot. But I love them to death, I’d do the same for any one of them.” 

“I want that,” she murmured. 

You sighed, watching her frown. You didn’t know why, but you hated seeing her upset. You hadn’t talked to her in ages, and yet you cared enough to want to make her smile. 

“Your friends are assholes, you’re right about that. We’ll just have to get you some new ones.”

“Like who…you? Your friends? I'd be lucky to have you, there’s no way the rest of them would be game.”

“I don’t know about that,” you shrugged. “I talked to John B and JJ last night. They were surprised we talked, but didn’t seem too shocked by the idea.” 

“Oh, god. What did you tell them about me?”

“Just that you were different than I remembered,” you said, smiling when she gave you an insecure look. “A good different.”

“Are they alright with me hanging out with you?”

You grinned. “It’s not really their choice, is it? I’m a big girl, they can trust me to make semi-decent decisions for myself.”

She nodded, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “Do you think they’d ever let me hang out? Like with the group?”

“I think I could convince them, yeah. They’re stubborn, but I tend to get my way. At least with the boys, they know the girls are using their heads a little more. Kiara would be the hardest. But she loves me, I’m sure I could convince her, too.”

“They sound really nice. Kinda wish I went your way instead of my way in school.”

“I think you still could,” you offered, making her raise a brow. 

“Why?”

This was it.

This was your moment. The gold was on the line, and you needed the help. The Pogues couldn’t do it alone, and Sarah could be really helpful. If she could get a map of Tannyhill, that could solidify your chance at getting the gold. 

Maybe to go full Kook, you needed the Kook Princess. 

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, and I’m so serious about that. Not Topper, or your friends, or your family. Not your Dad. Especially not your Dad.”

She looked at you through furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. “What, did y’all kill someone or something? Rob a bank?”

“It’s better than robbing a bank.”

You took a breath, telling her the full story. From John B’s dad, to the wreck, to the Royal Merchant. Everything that had happened to you and the Pogue’s in the last few days, you told her. 

“And if you tell anyone, JJ is gonna kill me. Please don’t tell anyone.”

She shook her head, looking at you in disbelief. “I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them anyway. You really think there’s gold on the island?”

“I don’t think it, I know it,” you said confidently. “And John B thinks it’s on Tannyhill. Do you think you could get a map of Tannyhill? Like a blueprint of its original construction?”

“My Dad has a ton of stuff in his office about Tannyhill. He probably has one.”

“Do you think you could find it by Midsummers? Your Dad will be distracted, you could sneak in. We just need a photo of it, you don’t even have to take it.”

Sarah nodded, and you felt like you could throw up from excitement. “Yeah, I think I could get it. I’ll text you when I find it.”

You stood up, offering your hands to her so you could pull her up, too. 

“Are you serious? Oh my god, is this actually going to work?”

“Hold on,” she said, stopping you from celebrating too much. “You’re not gonna ditch me after I find it, right? I know I don’t need the gold, but you’re not all gonna just leave me alone and go off with the map, right?”

You threw your arms around her neck as you laughed, and she let out a sound of surprise, letting her arms settle around your waist. 

“Sarah, if you’re the reason we find the gold, they’ll love you forever. Of course you’re coming with us. I’ll keep everyone in line.”

She nodded into your shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

—

The next day came, and Midsummers had finally arrived. 

John B, called you that afternoon, letting you know that JJ had been bailed out of jail. Apparently during your last few shifts at work, your friends had failed to fill you in on the fact that your best friend had actually landed himself in jail. 

You made a mental note to find him later, wanting to make sure he was alright.

You arrived just as the party was starting, in your fanciest uniform. You helped Pope and his Dad unload their truck, before moving to the bar. You were waitressing for the night, taking drink orders and walking around with trays of champagne. 

When Kiara showed up, you rushed over to her. “Thank god. If I hear one more Kook bark an order at me, I’m gonna lose my mind. Quick, pretend like you’re asking me for a drink.”

“Actually, I could use one,” she grinned. 

“Shut up,” you said, shoving her shoulder as you walked back to the bar. “You look really nice, by the way!”

You mostly stuck around Pope most of the night, ferrying drinks back and forth. When the Cameron’s showed up, you nearly dropped your tray at the sight of Sarah. 

“There’s no way I just watched you stumble over Sarah Cameron,” Pope teased, steadying your tray for you. 

“Shut up, Pope. I saw you making eyes at Kie earlier. At least I’m not macking on another Pogue.”

“Alright, touché. You got me there,” Pope grinned, raising his hands in surrender, before his smile fell. “Uh, a bit of a situation going on over there.”

You turned to look at where he was pointing, finding Topper holding onto Sarah’s wrist. You narrowed your eyes, and Pope chuckled while he watched you grip your tray. Topper led her to the porch on the side of the house, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving. 

As you approached, you could hear him interrogating her. You bit your tongue, clearing your throat. 

“Anyone want a drink?”

They both turned at the sound of your voice, and Sarah smiled as she recognized you. 

“No, we’re good—“

“Yes! I’ll take one,” Sarah said, gladly accepting a drink from your tray. “Do me a favor and hide me while I drink this, I don’t want my Dad to see.”

You nodded, and she moved to stand between you and the porch column. As she sucked her drink down, you smirked over at Topper, who didn’t look the slightest bit pleased. 

“Topper.”

“Y/N.”

“Having fun?” You asked, taking a step back closer to Sarah. 

He rolled his eyes, moving to head back over to his friends. “I was until now. I’ll catch you later, Sarah.”

She gave him a thumbs up, nodding while she finished off her glass. The second he was out of earshot, you burst out laughing, taking her empty glass. 

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief. 

“He really is a dick, huh?” 

She nodded, not denying it. You lowered your voice, leaning in. “You look stunning, if that wasn’t obvious.”

Sarah blushed, slightly fidgeting, which only made you smile wider. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. Did you find the map?”

“My Dad caught me in his office before I could take a photo of it. But I know where it is.”

You nearly squealed with excitement, wishing you could hug her. If only you weren’t holding the tray. 

“You’re the best, holy shit! Alright, let’s just play it cool tonight. John B and JJ are on their way, they’re my ride out of here. I’ll let you know what’s going on later, alright? Go, have fun. Come get me if Topper is being an asshole, I’ll handle him…or I’ll get him really drunk, either option works for me. See you soon?”

She nodded, smiling, and you turned to head back to the bar. You dropped off your empty glasses, scanning the crowd for Kiara. Suddenly, JJ walked past you in a waiter's uniform, a tray in his hands. 

You scurried after him, snatching the tray from his grip. “JJ? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Being your backup,” he smiled, pointing between your two uniforms. “We’re matching.”

You scanned his face as you took in the new bruises and cuts, feeling a pit settle in your stomach. He must have realized what was going on in your mind, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m alright.”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight to you. He smiled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently rocking you back and forth. 

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” you said, pulling back to shove his shoulder. “Don’t you ever get arrested without me again. I’ll kick your ass, I swear to god.”

He let out a chuckle, bringing his hand up to salute you. “Yes ma’am. Now, what do you need me for?”

“Just stay out of trouble. Find everyone. Tell Pope and Kie we’re back in the G-game.”

His eyes widened as he looked at you, speaking in a hushed whisper. “You got the map?”

“No, but Sarah knows where it is….also, I may have told her more than I should have.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, shrugging your shoulders. “I couldn’t help it. She’s very pursuasive.”

JJ raised a brow, smirking as you felt the heat creep up to your cheeks. “Y/N? Are you going soft for Sarah Cameron?”

“JJ, shut up. I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Well, you’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that. At least you have one thing going for you.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning. “I promise to give you all the details later, just trust me right now. Tell everyone what’s going on, and let’s get out of here as soon as we can.”

“What about Sarah?” 

You sighed in frustration, shaking your head. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Leave her to me, just tell everyone else to be ready.”

“If she fucks this up for us—”

“She won’t! At least, I think she won’t. Tell you what. If she does, I’ll fork over that twenty bucks. But if you trust me on this, I think we’ll be getting a lot more than that. Alright?”

He nodded, relenting. “Alright. I’m trusting you on this. I’ve got them, you’ve got her. Go, meet me back out here in a few.”

—

In just a few minutes, JJ had managed to cause a scene. It couldn’t have even been five minutes since you had left to look for Sarah, before he was running out the door with security on his tail. 

Kiara tried to stand up for him, telling security that he was invited, but they wouldn’t let him go. 

JJ shoved the guard off of him, headed towards the boat. “Mandatory power hour at Rixton’s, Kie. Pope, you as well, all right? Rixton’s Cove. Let’s roll.”

He scanned the crowd for you, grinning when he landed on your less than amused face. “Y/N! Decision time, baby. Let’s go!”

“Shit,” you muttered, dropping your tray as you started running through the crowd. “Alright, fuck it!”

It was chaos. 

John B and JJ running one way, Kiara following after them. Pope followed shortly after, and you moved to follow them, shrugging your way through the sea of people. Just as you almost broke through the crowd, Sarah stepped into your path. 

It was a split second decision, and you had no time left to decide whether you were making a mistake or not. You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. 

“I want you to come with me.” 

“What?” 

You squeezed her hand, tugging her closer. “Come with me. We’re getting this gold, and I want you to do it with us. Fuck your friends, fuck your family, just come with us. We can figure the rest of it out later.”

You tried to tug her with you, but she held her ground. 

You looked between her and your friends who were waiting for you, all of whom were looking at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

Except for JJ…he was whooping like a maniac, cheering you on.

“We?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes. “There’s a we?”

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at her hopeful tone. You nodded, running your thumb along the back of her hand. 

“There is if you want there to be…and I want there to be.”

She smiled, squeezing your hand tight. “Are we doing this?”

You turned to your friends, who were waiting for you with an expectant look. As security closed in on you, you yelled out to them. 

“What do you guys think? Do we need a Kook? I think we need a Kook.”

JJ grinned, motioning for you to follow. “Executive decision, I’m calling it! There’s too many Pogues here. We need a Kook!”

You grinned, tugging Sarah with you. You laughed as she tried to run in her heels, and you tried your best to hold her steady as you took off after your friends. 

“No time to explain, I’ll tell you later!” You said, running past them to the boat with Sarah in tow. “Come on!”

You couldn’t hold your laughter in as they all shrugged in agreement, following after you. You stepped into the HMS Pogue, turning around once inside. You offered your hand to Sarah, helping her into the boat. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed. “We’re gonna have to come up with a Pogue nickname for you.”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around your waist once she made it into the boat. Your friends piled in, quickly pushing off the bank and starting the engine as soon as everyone was ready. The second you made it far enough that you were sure no one was following you, all your friends turned to you. 

You flushed under their stare, keeping Sarah’s hand intertwined with yours. 

It was quiet a moment, before John B cleared his throat, motioning to you. “Alright! Since no one will ask, I will. Let’s hear the story of the Pogue and the Kook.”

You stood, speaking quickly. “I will preface this by saying that this story ends in the potential for finding the gold, which you can all thank me later for, by the way. Hold your questions till the end, children.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, and even Sarah groaned next to you as she hid her face behind you.

“Here we go!” You grinned, dramatically clearing your throat. 

“Once upon a time…”

—

A/N - Hi! Got a little carried away with this one. Don’t love the whole thing, but there are parts of this I really like so I wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think :)

[wlw-imagines]

Coffee Shop - Kara Danvers/Reader (Supergirl)

request: i found this prompt and was wondering if u could write it with kara danvers from supergirl pls?? "i started writing 'Supergirl' on your coffee cup as a joke because you kind of look like her but it actually turns out you are them oh shit - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed (jk it is hardly edited at all) !! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

Starting anywhere as a newbie was tough. Especially at this coffee shop... when you’d never made coffee before... and to be honest, you weren’t even really a coffee drinker. But, alas, you had rent to pay and a job opening had come through and you had been accepted for the job. More fool them.

The coffee shop was a busy one, constantly on the go. Your hands were already covered in burns and your new clean white apron was now covered in coffee drips and smears. Your shift had only started 45 minutes ago.

You let out a deep sigh and slouched, leaning on the serving desk to try and gather some energy before the next customer appeared. You really couldn’t bear some jackass in a fancy business suit complaining that you’d made their fancy coffee wrong again. Even though you had most definitely made it wrong.

As the next customer approached, you perked up slightly. Maybe the next 10 minutes of your life as a barista would be more bearable.

"Good morning, you must be new here! I'm Kara." She began and smiled cheerfully at you. She also added in an awkward wave before pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Uh, yes I am." You replied, letting your customer service smile develop into a real one. "Is it that obvious?" You laughed slightly, there was probably a 'newbie' aura about you (maybe it was the burnt hands?), it was fairly obvious how nervous you were, and you didn't need pretty girls making you even more flustered around boiling hot liquid.

"No, no! You're perfect- I mean, you know, you're great- doing great." She rambled, her cheeks reddening. "I pick up coffee from here every day before I go to work so I guess I just know everyone who works here pretty well."

“Morning Kara! The ususal?” Your co-worker, Liam, greeted her with a smile. He had been a slight godsend to you and had the patience of a saint. No matter how many times you had fucked it up.

“That would be great, but no rush!” She added, politely eying your resigned expression. You could hardly make 1 cup of coffee and now you had to make 6? For a pretty customer? Shit.

Liam nudged you, “Ready?” He smiled, his eyes slightly teasing as you took in a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure, piece of cake.” You shrugged, taking the order note and looking to find the easiest first. Small steps.

On the first attempt of the first coffee you already found yourself once more cursing yourself for ever applying to work here in the first place. Your curses were interrupted by Kara looking at you with a worried look. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon." She gave you an encouraging smile and you shot her a weary look.

"God, I really hope so." You mumbled, running your burnt hand under the tap for a couple of seconds.

After a short pause (and two successful coffees in) Kara cleared her throat and nodded towards the coffee machine, “It’s like riding a bike, right?”

“Huh?” You glance up quickly, confusion etched on your face.

“Making coffee. Once you learn, you’ll be set.” She elaborated, fiddling with her fingers anxiously. 

You smiled slightly and gave an embarrased shrug, “I can’t ride a bike.” You admitted.

“You can’t?” She looked slightly crestfallen, hoping to have made you feel better rather than just make you feel worse about the situation. “Oh.” She faltered, annoyed with herself. Her brain searched for something else to say to make you feel better and to make you properly smile again. Before she could, you continued.

“I just never understood like, the pedalling? And the turning and also the gears?” You let out a soft laugh, “Although a bike makes more sense to me than this coffee machine so maybe I do have a chance.” You smiled up at her and her heart melted. That was the smile she was aiming for.

“I could teach you!” She burst out, without really thinking about what she was saying. Kara shook her head and tried again, “I mean, I like cycling. It’s easy once you get the pedalling and the turning and the gears down.”

You nodded, trying not to let her offer go to your head, “Do you also know how to make coffee by any chance?” You joked, standing up to properly face her and nodding your head over to the devil machine.

“Can’t help you there, sorry.” She put her hands out apologetically. You laugh and go to continue the conversation, but before you can Liam is nudging your shoulder and pointing to the coffee you were making.

“Y/N, the cup-” You turn around to see the coffee pouring out over the top of the cup, overfilling and spilling everywhere.

You leap towards the cup and let out a small, “Shit.”

9 cups of coffee later (3 of which were currently residing in the trash can), you carefully started to pass the cups into a holder, so she could carry all of them at the same time, and then hesitated.

"Which one is yours?" It’s your first shift and you're already trying to pick up girls. You decided to forgive yourself, you deserved it after the hell of this shift. Once it was pointed out (she had black coffee usually, which surprised you as it didn't seem to suit her sweet character), you wrote your number and drew a little picture of a superhero and labelled it 'Supergirl' - you were quite proud of yourself for making the art.

They didn't look identical or anything, but you had noticed that there were similarities from the moment she had stepped up to the counter. Once you were finished you slid the carrier of drinks and her black coffee over the counter.

She frowned slightly, looking suspiciously at the doodle on her cup. You shrugged, suddenly feeling a little self concious. You weren’t sure what about - the drawing? Your flirting? Your bad coffee skills? You cleared your throat.

"Well, it's a joke." You smiled at her. "Just because, well y'know, you look a bit like Supergirl...” She looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, which you couldn’t tell if it was a good sign or not, “If you just took away the glasses and added a cape-" You trailed off slightly when she started to look uncomfortable. You straightened up and cleared your throat feeling somewhat guilty that you seemed to have distressed your new (and favourite) customer. "Sorry, I meant it as a- it was supposed to be kind of like a compliment." You smiled gently, trying to show her that you didn't mean her any harm or discomfort. In the short space of time that you had met this women you couldn't help but feel completely distracted by her.

"Oh, right - Yes, of course... well, she is pretty strong and it must be kinda cool to be able to fly. Hypothetically speaking, of course. So, uh, yes. Thank you." She looked back at her cup then tilted her head to the side to read your writing. "Wait, what does that number mean?" Kara tilted her head, her eyes scanning her coffee cup. It's like she was deliberately trying to make your heart melt.

"That is my phone number." Blood rushed up to your cheeks. You don’t recall a time where you had to explain your pathetic attempts at flirting so much.

"Ah, right. Yes. Your phone number...” She nodded thoughtfully before her brows shot up and she looked back at you, a similar red creeping into her cheeks, “which I will phone you with." The realisation dawned on her face as it slowly sank in that you had just given her your number. 

You laughed and leaned towards her again. "Yes." You nodded, licking your lips. "Or you can text me. It's up to you, if you were to want to go out sometime, that is."

"No- I mean yeah, I'd love to. That, that would be great. I-" She grinned and she nervously pushed her glasses up her nose again. "I should go but I hope to see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course. As long as I haven't burnt the joint down, you'll definitely see me tomorrow." You joked and watched as she nodded slowly with a small smile in return and turned to leave.

As she walked out the door she looked back at you, giving you a little wave before walking out and away. You smiled and took a step back from the counter, mentally congratulating yourself on the win, until you knocked a cup of coffee from the side and it flew all over your feet. 

“Shit.” Maybe your job here wouldn't last as long as you thought.

[stevesbipanic]

Imagine if Mrs Henderson leaves Hawkins after Season 4 and Steve manages to persuade her to let Dustin live with him. This means Eddie is always popping up at Steve's house (because I refuse to accept the finale episode) so much so that he basically lives there as well.

Claudia didn't want to leave Hawkins, this was her home, but her mother needed a full time carer and they couldn't afford to put her in a home and they couldn't risk moving her interstate.

"Mom I don't want to move! My friends are here!"

"I know Dusty but I don't have any other option!"

"I hate you!" Dustin yells and runs out the door, jumping on the bike and riding to the only place he can think of.

"Dustin, you shouldn't have said that to your mom, but I understand how moving could be really hard," Steve says rubbing Dustin's back as he cries into Steve's shirt.

"I know but I can't leave you guys, what if something happens?" And this is something Steve understands all too well, he couldn't imagine leaving Hawkins while the kids are still here.

"Let me talk with her."

And that's how Steve Harrington ended up as the temporary guardian of one Dustin Henderson.

Steve doesn't really notice much of a change in routine, Dustin and the other kids were already around so much anyway now that Steve had moved out of his parents house and into an apartment. Dustin took up residence in the guest room and it was nice to have someone in the house all the time. They'd always eat dinner with each other and Steve packed him lunches for school and helped with homework where he could.

The thing this new arrangement does lead to is a lot more Eddie. He's always over now, doing something with Dustin or just to hang out. Not that Steve minds, he and Eddie had grown much closer since Vecna. Eddie had been making it his life mission to educate Steve on need culture which Dustin took a lot of joy in helping with.

"I have seen this movie you know."

"You called the Ewoks teddy bears Stevie were watching it again.

It's a couple months into Dustin living with Steve when the nickname 'Mom' towards Steve becomes less of a joke amongst the party and more Dustin just always calling him that. Steve doesn't mind though, it makes him feel loved.

Things with Eddie had also changed, now instead of crashing in the couch whenever he visited he slept in Steve's bed instead.

"There's enough room for both of us Eds I splurged for a queen we might as well make use."

"Damn is that the line you use on all the ladies, sweetheart?"

Eddie now has a drawer of clothes in with Steve's which is quickly becoming just a mix of both of their clothes since Eddie steals Steve's sweaters and Steve steals Eddie's band shirts.

Dustin starts calling Eddie dad after month four.

Even Robin starts commenting how they're like a little family of three.

It's Steve that brings it up to Eddie one day when Dustin is over at the Wheelers and Eddie is lounging with his head in Steve's lap while Steve plays with his hair.

"Why don't you just stay?"

"I already said I'd crash tonight?"

"No I mean like, what if you moved in?"

"Ok Stevie"

Neither comments how there's not another room and that when Eddie does move in his stuff finds a place between Steve's and that they're still sharing a bed.

It all comes to a conclusion one day when Dustin is out and Eddie is heading off to work at the mechanic and Steve has packed him a lunch which Eddie almost forgets to take.

"Wait Eddie, don't forget your lunch,"

"Thanks baby what would I do without you,"

And Eddie kisses him as if that's just what they do as if it's what they've always done and not a world shattering kiss for Steve. When Eddie's brain catches up to him he looks at Steve nervously, but he doesn't have to worry long before Steve is pulling him in for a proper kiss.

This is of course when Dustin arrives home.

"Finally, now my mom and dad can be together for once"

And their little family becomes a little more whole.

[gumballavocadoharry]

A boy's best friend; Jack chambers:

*Mentions of abuse, trauma but also, EXTREME FLUFF!!!!*

*Also the lullaby is a real song from the 50's by a group called, The Spaniels.*

Jack's finger; wrapped in a gentle grip in Roger's mini hand. His soft green orbs staring into Jack's matching ones. Roger's little limp body wrapped in his thick cotton teddy bear quilt Alice knitted. It sprawled across Jack's arms; the crook of it pinching the tiny edges. Small gurgles pecked from Roger's gummy mouth; Jack gently rocking his little baby boy, cooing and whispering sweet gentle things.

"Who's my little teddy bear? You are! Who's a little baby bear? You are!" Roger's dimples eroded for his father's happiness. Soon, Roger was fast asleep in his father's arms; small snoozes whistling through his slightly ajar lips. Jack couldn't help but take a mental picture of the beautiful baby he privileged holding. He planted a light kiss on Roger's cheek before taking him to his crib and calling it a night. "Goodnight sweet prince....I love you."

That was just the beginning of an imperishable relationship between Jack and Roger. Stroller rides to the playground, fresh baked cookies made by Jack, dipped in milk pooling around in Roger's sippy cup, dancing along in the living room, hand in hand to one of Jack's records that spun to every drum beat. Bath time songs about getting clean, bedtime cuddles while anticipating the last adventure of 'Teddy McStuffins' that Jack made sound so exciting. And then the warm cloak of quilts brazing over Roger's little body, inviting the sweet warm goodnight kiss to be pressed onto his forehead like a ticket to a train ride of sweet dreams.

"Goodnight my teddy bear, I love you." The words tickled inside Roger, flushing a warm gush of love to river through him. But it was different now. Rod and Mick were Roger's buddies, his ride or dies. The three amigos were inseparable; pulling pranks, hanging out at the corner almost everyday after school, riding bikes around town and meeting up with Mick's sister and her friends who attracted the eyes of the young boys. Jack could even admit that Roger's friends reminded him of his gang around that age, but the sting still singed inside of Jack's chest. The scalding realization that he wasn't as special to his 'little buddy' anymore slaughtered him.

Jack had came through the door, smelling the seasoned scent of casserole filling through the downstairs entirely. He had taken a deep breath in from the unsparing day at the office; Frank walked with gritted teeth, training a new intern who seemed to care less about his job. He stayed stable with his senior employees, but the tense feeling still pinched tightly through the day and echoed through the office. The drive home was a flicker of street lights through the freeway and into the city.

Jack's mind puttered between work and dinner; his agonizing hunger gnawed at him the more his hands clutched the steering wheel. The only glimmer that seared through the caustic thoughts was a mental imagine of a game of catch with Roger and baking cookies with Susan. It sent a smile to his face, eyes glittering with love wanting more than anything to be home. Greeting Susan at the door with a chintzy coo: "Hey baby girl, I'm home!" Susan ran into her father's arms, receiving kiss after kiss on her rosy cheeks. "Oh I missed you so much! You, mommy and Roger!"

Susan pulled away, eyebrow arched a little. "Mommy?" Jack chuckled, cheeks tinting a blossom color, "Sorry, I guess it's just a habit from when you were little...." He fluffed Susan's hair, swishing her blonde coat from her dainty shoulders. Jack took in his daughter's full features: those deep dimples that poked even without a smile, those baby girl eyes that puffed sophomoric little orbs and those ginger pink lips; small and poppet.

He scanned the living room, searching for his chocolate headed boy. As Jack expanded himself through the living room, he found Roger writing at the kitchen bar, eyes focused on whatever he was jotting down. A warm jab cut through him; a sensation of special adoration pinging through him for his youngest, most fragile of the Chambers clan. It moved Jack to Roger, cupping him into his arms and pressing a sound smooch to his cheek. Jack was too clouded to recognize Roger's little disgruntled face: scrunched and furrowed.

"Hello, my little guy, daddy missed you today!" Jack cooed, rubbing his cheek against Roger's. Roger swallowed hard before pinching on a plastic smile and reciprocating Jack's sweetness, but with his own bittersweet. Alice couldn't shut the beam off her smile seeing Jack be so affectionate towards their children. "Hungry?" She cuddled up into Jack's side, placing a lipstick kiss to his cheek. Jack blushes and loosened the tie around his collar. He kissed back, allowing traces of Alice's ebony red to trace his lips. 

Jack soon entranced himself in the smell of casserole that sighed through the kitchen. The family joined for dinner and small talk around the table. Jack had sealed in a planned date with Susan; a weekend for baking cookies, working in the garden and a countryside bike ride. Jack, with a silent grin, turned to Roger, about to ask what his plans would be for the evening when: "Hey, Mom and Dad? Can I go with Rod and Mick to the game on Sunday?" Jack bit his lip, looking to Alice, who nodded her head. "I think so, Jack?" Jack swallowed his bite, and nodded,

"Sure Champ."

Jack sat on the bed bench, fiddling his fingers together, waiting for Alice to finish rolling the last curler into her hair. Jack's eyes, droopy laid themselves to Alice who pranced out of their bathroom, bouncing in her silky lavender lingerie. "Coming to bed?" Jack tilted his head, "Yeah, I'm just gonna grab something to drink." Alice watched her husband promenade out of the door and tiptoe through the hall. Maybe from habit, Jack thought, he carefully peeked through the doors of his children's bedroom.

Susan was curled up; her back turned to the door. She was wrapping a hug around her little kitty doll that she would press against her cheek every night for a blanket of comfort. Jack couldn't help but let a dimply smile lift through his cheeks. He whispered an inaudible "Sweet dreams," before closing the door back.

Jack looked into Roger's room, seeing the little boy dangle off the side of his mattress; teddy bear had been dropped on the floor and Roger's snores were next to whispers. Jack didn't hesitate to carefully sneak inside and move Roger into a regular upright position and tuck his teddy next to him. Before draping the covers over his little body, Jack kissed his forehead. He let his fingers lift a loose tuft of hair from Roger's face, skating quietly through his skin.

Roger's eyes peeked a crack before shutting themselves again. Once his father's footsteps were out of the room, a smirk appeared so sneakily. He felt every warm touch that Jack planted. It soothed him more than he would ever admit.

Jack sat downstairs eating away on orange juice and some potato chips. The light of the television flickered through every commercial till eventually, static. The TV signal had turned off for the night so that meant Jack needed too as well. But he couldn't. One nagging thought pecked at his brain like fingers to a scab. I'm overreacting he thought. But no matter what he did to reassure himself that your mind can play tricks, Jack still couldn't seem to get a satisfying redeem.

He's growing up, he needs his space. He'll come around when he's ready. We still are best buddies..... right?

The words stomped loudly through Jack. Susan was more than willing to spend time with her old man, but Roger...no....no he made new friends....Mick and Rod. They just need to get acquainted. Jack just couldn't peer into his mind for all those moments he begged his father for a game of catch or when it did happen, his father would come at him hostile, full of angst leading to an argument and tempers flaring. Those painful memories of David, smacking Jack around for 'backtalk' when Jack insisted on starting a conversation, those angry words being yelled when Jack would make a mistake.

'Stupid' and 'bastard' were tattooed on his head every time Jack would wake up, walk around and lie down. One time, Jack decided that affection would possibly cheer David up after a harsh day at the factory. Jack assumed the best when he planted a peck to his cheek only to be back handed so hard that Jack could remember the flickering lights on the kitchen floor. It was his consciousness fading in and out he found out when a few minutes later, his eyes opened and nothing had changed. The smell of wax stung into his nostrils once he lifted himself up and limped to his room.

No wonder Jack wanted something better for his children. Jack moved his hand upon realizing something wet had spotted it. He sniffled and swatted tears away before rustling upstairs to his bedroom. Jack reserved any memories of his parents for the sake of his mental health. Even Alice only knew remnants of what Jack told her.

One particular Sunday evening while Jack was helping prepare the pasta salad, Alice had brought up David wanting to visit the house for the weekend. Jack's eyes; calm and steady turned threatened and fierce. "That man is to never so much step a toenail onto our curb, let alone the house! I don't ever want him near the children!" Jack's voice was gritted through his teeth. His grip on the knife tightened along with the tranquility of the house.

A stunned silence leaving Alice, Roger and Susan to give each other confused looks while Jack just studied his knife board and the chopped up carrots on it. Dessert was later served with an explanation and an apology from Jack. 

Jack snuck up the stairs, quietly sneaking back into his bed next to a sleeping Alice. Jack's eyes stood open and active. His mind raced through the memories of David and it overloaded him to a sluggish awake. Jack dug through his mind to think of something more blithe and glee. Susan and Roger swinging at the park, Roger's toothless smile sucking on his ice cream cone, Susan in her princess dress dancing through the kitchen.

Those happy memories clouded one after another like a picture show. They brought serene to Jack. Susan; their little daddy and daughter date scheduled for Saturday. It made Jack glisten inside with fuzziness. Roger; his baseball game with friends. What Jack would've made into his and Roger's day: tickets to the game stashed away in his wallet, a pizza dinner afterwards and ice cream for dessert. Jack didn't realize he was smiling until his face dropped upon realizing that it wouldn't happen. His days of bonding with his boy were numbering. At least, that's what he thought.

Jack could feel the strings in his gut tighten. He could still feel the soft new skin of Roger's cheek pressing against his own. His arms wrapped around his baby tucked away and swaddled in this little burrito. The little boy he prayed for, the baby he wanted more than any career, any bachelor lifestyle that was in his reach...it would mean nothing if he couldn't grasp the one important piece of his life that could change everything for the better. He couldn't just let it slip from his grasp like silk from glass. So he wouldn't. Jack sealed the night with a vow to never let it go.

It would be too late for him and David, but for him and Roger....a different story. Jack slowly closed his eyes, dreaming of a fresh page for him and Roger. One Sunday couldn't cram all the buckets of adoration he had for him. But everyday could be a possibility. 

The faint grunting hum of Dean's lawnmower trimming his lawn was like an anthem for 'good morning'. Jack rubbed his groggy eyes before tiptoeing downstairs to make breakfast. He decided on surprise pancakes; making them into shapes for everyone. Susan and Alice's was a heart and Roger's would be of a teddy bear. Jack dolled out effort for its button eyes and mouth. To him, it was Roger, innocent and cute yet mischievous if you stared deeper into its eyes.

Susan was the first to wake, coming into the kitchen and smelling the sweet scent of fresh pancakes, stacked on top of each other like books. "Hey baby girl," Jack kissed his daughter's cheek soundly, "I made some pancakes for everyone." The little blonde took a seat at the table, grabbing her fork and slicing through her little flapjacks. "Here you go honey." Jack poured syrup onto Susan's pancakes.

Soon, Alice came down, taking a whiff of the honeyed smell and sat next to Susan. "Oh, aren't these cute! Heart shaped pancakes!" Alice beamed at her husband's creativity. She rewarded him with a kiss to his cheek, letting her thumb edge through his small stubble. Roger, the last little participant was still sound in bed sleeping. Jack had slid Roger's pancakes on his plate before turning the stove off and rushing upstairs to his bedroom. Jack's slippers scratched across the wood, hearing only little coos of Roger's snores from behind his door.

Jack gave a few soft knocks before entering. He could swear his heartbeat speed up to an audible echo. His little boy, sprawled out over the covers, his teddy bear tucked under his arm and his mouth slightly ajar with morning pillow drool cascading from it. Jack took a quick mental picture of this moment before gently rustling his Roger awake. "Wake up my teddy bear, breakfast is ready." His voice had returned to the same cooing gentle bird like tone he religiously used with Roger as an infant.

Jack didn't hesitate to bend down and smother good morning kisses to Roger's face. Something to Roger's chagrin.

"Come on buddy, it's breakfast time." Jack picked Roger up in his arms and decided that he would carry him to the breakfast table. "Does Mr. Teddy wanna come join us?" Roger shook his head, trying to subside a frown from wrinkling his forehead. Jack set Roger down in front of his pancakes; cutting them into little pieces after gouging them in syrup. "That's adorable! Roger's is of a teddy bear!" Susan exclaimed. Roger gritted his teeth and flashed a superficial grin before shoving his mouth full of his breakfast.

"Oh," Jack grabbed a napkin and wiped away the syrup mushed around Roger's mouth. He gave a fatherly smile and rubbed Roger's shoulder. "There you go rogie." Roger didn't respond, just internally grumbled 

The sun shimmered through the patio door. Jack was bright in his work suit; black tie with a gray suit and black loafers. Roger followed behind Susan, wearing his typical good boy clothes that would quickly mislead the common folk of an inverse to his behavior. Jack couldn't help but beam at his children. Looking at the little creations of his heart; once were droplets of dreams and now a vivid colorful reality. Jack looped his hand into Roger's little one while they followed behind Susan to the car. 

Roger just stared down at the grainy crusty pavement of the driveway, not wanting to see his father's cheesy papa lion smile. Roger felt this waver of sarcasm inside when he felt Jack had even allowed him to buckle his own seatbelt. The ride to school was full of Jack's lively chatter. His glances through the rear-view mirror, his eyes full of adoration and adulation. The emerald jade of his irises popped like candy; sugar bubbling on your tongue that puckered sourness and a sweet rush through your mouth.

But Roger just concentrated on the blazing currents of grass taped to the curbs and sidewalks sidelining the street. The stoplight around the corner of the school sent a warm patch stomping through Roger's gut. A pinch of cold gashed through him as his brain would continue to radiate over what he feared.

Validation from Rod and Mick meant more than warm papa bear hugs from Jack.

"I want you both to have a nice day at school," Jack pulled Susan in, pressing a big hummingbird kiss to her cheek. Roger slithered down the mushiness with an eye roll, ignoring the flush feeling in his cheeks. "Roger, your turn," Jack's voice, rosy and coddled while his hand motioned for Roger's goodbye kiss. Roger hesitantly made his way across to the driver's side, where Jack quickly pressed a kiss to Roger's cheek, squishing the other side with his hand. Once Roger pulled away, he grabbed his lunch before running out of the door and towards the front door of the school. Jack saw them off, before putting his bel air into reverse and speeding off to his job.

Jack thought he outdid himself: not letting one precious moment slip away with his little boy. Scanning his card through the door, clocking in and taking a seat at his office was routine for him. But the fresh whiff of the sterile office walls was like ice in lemonade on a summer's day. His documents were laid and stacked on his desk, his typewriter firmly solid on the mahogany wood and the picture of his family stood boldly among the blandness of the engineering work that weighed heavily through the day.

Roger, meanwhile, stuck in his chair, hand slouching against his face while listening to Mr. Pecker go on and on about the boring science project that was due the following month. Roger could feel the inside of his stomach gnawing at the little crumbs of his morning pancakes he had to salvage the resistance of hunger. The clock ticking was deafening; pounding louder and louder against Roger's ears; his fingers patting softly on his desk until.....

Ring!

Roger along with his grade scurried from their classrooms and into the gym. Roger pulled out his sack. He sniffled in the wavering linger of his cheese sandwich with chips, apple juice and his two oatmeal cookies. Upon pulling the sandwich from the foil, a note had fallen into his lap. Roger unfolded it to reveal the sweet message written tenderly inside. Written with such grace as the cursive of the letters were close to perfect. A recognizable signature.....one of his father's. Roger knew it had to be him; memories of Jack signing permission slips and in school detentions slips. 

The note somehow flew into the grasp of Chip Jameson, a fourth grader who was known for class pranks, one of Roger's idols. He read the note loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear, leaving a conundrum of laughter and teasing looks and glances towards Roger. His table laughed him out of the cafeteria, making Roger finish his lunch in the washroom stall.

The walk home was jittery. Susan, not knowing anything about the lunch time situation, kept pondering what her brother could be so upset about. He was fine this morning?

"Roger.....what's wrong?" Roger stopped in his tracks, handed his sister the note from his lunch that he managed to get from Chip and continued walking straight ahead.

This special lunch is dedicated to my extra special baby bear who loves his cookies! Extra papa bear love today!

Sincerely,

Daddy 

"I'm sure he didn't mean for this to happen Roger..." Roger sighed. "I know..... it's just that.....my reputation hasn't been the best with the guys and so I just wanna impress them. And this is not helping." Susan swallowed and continued walking back to the house. Neither Jack or Alice's car was anywhere in the driveway, so Susan was always tasked with carrying the third of four keys. Roger had his own, but was usually Susan's temporary responsibility on the walk home from school. "Here," Susan unlocked the door, "Why don't I make us a snack?" Roger nodded, allowing a smirk to penetrate.

Susan grabbed a few cookies from the jar with two glasses of milk. "Thanks," Roger grabbed his half as the two settled into the living room for TV time. Susan snacked on her Oreo's while multitasking between the TV and her homework. Roger stared through the TV rather than at it. Shoving soggy, milky Oreo after Oreo into his mouth, leaving traces of black crumbs around his mouth.

"Roger, don't forget about your homework." Roger grabbed his science book and notebook; studying through the pages of butterflies that he was supposed to hypothesize in his notes. The sound of the car pulling into the driveway purred through the living room just as Roger and Susan had finished their homework and chores. Alice flew into the house holding two large pizzas. "I'm so sorry kids-" Alice sat the pizza down on the counter, "I was out all morning running errands.... good thing your father made those pancakes, kept me full until now."

Susan would just stare and admire the small strands of blonde that would fly every time a slight breeze would trickle her face. The small beads of sweat still didn't dew or blotch her mascara and eyeliner or the dark magenta lipstick she had put on just before she left the house. Susan loved how Alice dolled herself up, affectionately whenever stepping out in public. The navy blue dress flowed like a curtain against the air as her the clicking of her sliver heels ran from one end of the kitchen to the other, gathering everyone's plates and drinks. Once settled, Alice slicked her long hair back and tied it back into a bun before wrapping her children in warm hugs. "Hello ducklings!" She pressed kisses to both of their foreheads before fluffing her dress out again.

Jack rang through the door, setting his suitcase down and stripping off his suit jacket. "Daddy!" Susan jumped into a hug with Jack, letting him smother her face with kisses. Roger's shoulders gained tension. Like thick rocks had been dropped onto them, becoming stiff and heavy. His legs could only stand a few places behind his sister, watching their father give his affection to her and Susan welcoming it with such keenness. Roger's blood spiked when he noticed Jack's eyes meet his own. "Roger! How was your day?!" Jack came towards Roger, using his arms to pick him up over his head before coupling him into a side hug and smooching his face all over. "Did you get my note?"

Roger's plastic smile reared, sucking in every bitter aftertaste of what had happened. "Yeah....I got the note." So did everyone else he thought.

Dinner for Roger was a delicious pepperoni and mushroom filled charm. Sipping his iced tea, washing down the warm gooey taste of cheese felt like the center of a heated caramel cream candy he loved. Five slices of pizza later, his belly was stuffed. "Here comes Master Chief, plummeting through the fields, Arton! Prepare for battle, prepare for-"

"Hey rogie bear, just popping in to check on you.....whatcha doing?" Roger held up his action figures. "Well, guess what's on TV right now?" Roger's curiosity pecked him. Jack ushered him downstairs. A sudden gripe of excitement punctured through him, a hopeful thought of an action movie or a drama mystery. Maybe that new alien sci-fi movie that all the seniors were raving about. Maybe it would be 'The Blob'? Coming downstairs, Roger saw cartoon flashes of puppets, a woman sitting in the middle of the room on the carpet with millions of puppets and kids around her.

His eyes squinted and mouth ajar. "What's this?" "The Adventures Of Captain Caterpillar!" Jack grabbed a stunned Roger's hand and led him to the couch. He wrapped a blanket around both of them while cuddling Roger in his arms wearing the same papa bear smile. Roger's cheeks were stained red, flushed with this peach rose complexion. Roger would occasionally glance up to Jack's little singing voice, tuning along with the silly dandle songs the caterpillar would blare loudly while dancing around with his lanky friends.

The cringe riveted through Roger everytime some baby nursling song would pop out out of nowhere through the black mouths of some puppet. Finally the movie ended, and so did the tight cosset hug from Jack. "That was such a good movie! What was your favorite song?" Roger racked his mind, "Uh, the one about the kitten and turtle taking turns," 

"That was such a cute one! Mine was the sharing one with Barnaby the mouse and Cynthia the pelican." Roger thought for sure Jack's screws were loose. He could never be entertained by something of this nature anymore. Roger made small talk before goose stomping himself up to his room. He dropped on his bed in total mortification. He was aghast to have even been able to sit through the entire thing!

His internal moaning didn't last as a knock on a door interrupted his moment. "Hey baby, it's beddie by time." Jack cooed. He invited himself in with a book in his hands: The Bedtime Wish Of Mr. Lemur.

Roger's mouth stood open once his eyes zeroed in on the pasty blue cover. Jack took a seat on the bed and patted the right side of it, ushering Roger to join him. "This is a story of a wise old lemur, who enjoys a good bedtime story even in his old age." Jack read the first few pages before Roger decided to peek over, accidentally slicing his finger against the sharp edge of the paper. "Ouch! Paper cut," he soothed his pointer in his mouth, "Oh, hold still rogie," Jack kissed Roger's finger, "there all better."

Jack finished the story, allowing Roger to get into his Pj's before tucking him into bed. "Goodnight my Mr. Man, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." Roger could only let Jack's puckering lips press against his forehead. 

Once the lights were shut off for the night, Roger's mind was still awake. It raced through Jack pampering him and swaddling him in this cocoon. Unbreakable, unable to free himself from his father's dominating love. It swallowed him at every corner, abashing his chances at a fair impression for newcomers, Rod and Mick. It chided him. Bore into him, like teeth to a cob.

But even he couldn't expect the overattentive attention that he could receive by morning. In his eyes, it was a would be a new school day, a bright chance and a resumption of himself for the third grade.

Oh, Jack sure was proud of himself. His energy didn't die until two in the morning and by then, he had knitted two sweaters for his children for those chilly fall months. A flower one for Susan and a teddy bear one for Roger. He made matching hats for them as well and made the innocent choice of a teddy bear sweater for himself to match Roger's with the idea of being a pair. 

As predicted, spring always brought warm sunny days with lulling breezes and sparkly neon flowers and other days were chilly and gray with a somber shadow looming over everything. Today was a mixture, chilly but sunny. Jack practically forced Roger to wear his new sweater, but he didn't expect the nasty surprise that awaited him after school.

While all the other kids rushed out, Roger stared to dart out after being questioned and teased for the "ugly teddy bear sweater" as he called it, he saw the same bright blue sweater hugging onto someone else. A taller lanky figure, coming closer he found it to be Jack. Roger frozen in place, his face blushing a bright blossom color mixed with coconut white in a pasty shade of fear. Kids snickered and giggled when they noticed the matching attire between father and son.

"Rogie! Come on down baby!" Roger did a walk of shame down the stone steps, slithering through the judgment of everyone and incidentally into Jack's arms. "Teddy Bear hug for my teddy bear!" A mortified Roger had little choice, but to bury his face into Jack's torso to shelter his eyes from any silly looks or bolstering laughs from everyone who watched this horror show. Jack walked hand in hand with Roger and Susan on the way home, chatting non-stop about his 'surprises' for the children when they were to arrive home. Roger's expectations were low. In his mind, it could've been anything to a baby swing or a brand new crib just waiting for him to be placed into. 

Susan seemed to indulge in Jack's blabbering about his journey into getting the surprises from the store and how they had to be custom-made from scratch. Susan's eyes grew wide with excitement. Her bippy boppy pigtails bounced the more she skipped with bulging curiosity of what her present could be. Roger, on the other hand, barely made himself noticeable.

When arriving at the house, Jack ran ahead of them, enticing them to close their little eyes while Alice would help escort them inside. Roger's gut grew with some excitement- surely it would have to be pretty big if asked to wait outside with their hands to their eyes. Alice pulled them into the house and yelled "Surprise!" with an ardent rave. Susan opened her eyes first to see a brand new lip gloss kit just for her. It had different shades of pinks and some even had glitter mixed into them. "Oh, thank you so much Mommy and Daddy! I love it! I love it! I love it!" She squealed, jumping up and down before pulling Alice and Jack into a hug.

Roger grew really excited. Susan's pre-adolescent gift was like a preview for his, right?

A giant stuffed beige teddy bear with a propeller beanie cap on its head sat on the couch. Not the skateboard he'd hoped for..... the babyish teddy toy staring right back at him, mocking his childishness with a vigor. Nonetheless, to be polite, Roger wore a plastic smile and thanked Jack and Alice. "And don't forget, these are custom-made! I had Susan's lip glosses made fresh from the counter at the mall. The brand is No7®. And Roger's came from ToysRus®. I had it made specially for him, and had his name inscribed on the bottom of the teddy bear." Roger cringed from being reminded that his 'gift' was from a toy company, while Susan's was from the mall where most adults and teens shopped for their items. Sure, people shopped at ToyRus..... for strollers and cribs along with baby rattles and bottle sets.

Later in the evening, once chores were finished, homework was done and dinner was eaten, Roger was spending the remainder of his night watching Looney Tunes. Jack took a seat next to him, propping a laying Roger's feet into his lap. His fingers gently warmed their way on the soles of his soft little feet. Squishy in Jack's hands. "Did you have a nice day at school?" "Yeah," A short diluted answer. Jack questioned again, "Do you like your teddy bear?" His voice, cooing slightly. "Mmhm." Maybe he's tired, Jack thought to himself. So, he rubbed Roger's feet harder. Only a bit. Even Roger had to agree that Jack's massages were relaxing and that his feet did need the extra attention from the walk home from school.

Jack was gentle and detailed- rubbing to a pattern that would relax Roger's little feet. Once Looney Tunes went off, the familiar twinkle tune theme of The Twilight Zone popped on. Roger's eyes grew bigger, anticipating what would be the mystery of tonight from Rod Sterling. "Oh no, this probably is too scary for you, Rogie," And with that, Jack clicked the television off to a black screen. "It's bedtime anyway now." Roger's internal glare bored through Jack as he settled Roger into his arms for a moment, before setting him down from deciding tonight was not the night his back could withstand the weight of his eight year old.

"Do you know what time it is?" Jack asked, Roger shrugged, "Bath time!" A hot flash spiked up Roger's back and stabbed into his cheeks. Once he saw the ducky bath towel sitting on the counter of the sink among the other bath toys, a sliver of fear eroded in him. Roger returned to the bathroom with just his robe on before getting into the bubbly warm bath water. It felt good against his skin; a serene little moment of peace before the storm. Jack came in, sat to the side with a wash cloth and began to wash Roger's face and body. "We did this all the time when you were a little baby. I would get you all clean and sing you this little bath time song I made up....something called 'Gilly in the tub' or Cleanie time'..... something along those lines." Roger was not impressed... in fact, it wasn't until Jack raised his arm up and cleansed his armpit that he felt the true sting of feeling babied. His open mouth to protest led to a mouthful of soapy bubbly water once Jack had rinsed the cloth and squeezed the water onto Roger's face.

He wrapped Roger in his ducky bath towel and led him to his bedroom to lotion himself and put on his pajamas, while Jack drained the tub. But when Roger went to put on his pajamas, the ones laid out for him were these sky baby blue cloud printed footie type expect without the footie part. Roger raised an eyebrow, he'd never seen these pj's before. Were these missing ones that I had forgotten about? He questioned himself. But once Jack came and explained that they were simply new ones he had gotten that day because of "how cute they looked," he couldn't resist. As if Roger's face wasn't crimson already, he got a duplex nasty surprise when he realized the pj's came with a sleep bonnet and that Jack had bought matching ones himself.

Jack pretty much insisted Roger wear his together with Jack. "And don't forget the bonnet either, baby!" Roger's face brightened into a tomato red, having the bonnet plopped on his while being called a 'baby'. Jack grabbed a book from the shelf and sat on the bed. "Curious George gets a medal." Jack read the story with such animation that he hoped would provoke an honest keen in Roger. But he was still batty with wearing baby cloud pajamas that matched his father's. Once the story was finished, Jack tucked Roger into bed. "I'm not sleepy," Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not sleepy? How about a glass of milk?" Roger nodded.

Jack left the room just Susan entered. All she had to do was take one glance at Roger, then at Jack... before bursting a loud laughter. It furrowed Roger's eyebrows before he hopped out of bed and pushed Susan from his bedroom. "Shut up!" He slammed the door before walking over to his desk with a huge pout on his face. "Hey, what's Susan laughing at?" Jack popped through the doorway, glass of warm milk in one hand and two cookies in the other. "Nothing," Roger shook his and climbed back into bed. Jack set the cookies on the nightstand before tucking Roger in. "Now I don't want you eating and lying down, okay?" Roger nodded.

Jack paused for a moment before gathering a fatherly look in his eye, "How about I sing you a lullaby?" Roger's eyes went wide, "Oh, that's okay.... this milk is gonna hit the spot I think." "Are you sure?" By then, Jack had invited himself on the bed and lifted Roger into his lap. "I have a really good one that I used to sing to you as a baby?" Roger knew he couldn't back out of this one. If his voice cracks.... Thought a close to fed up Roger. "Okay," Hesitant with no free will to decline.

"Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,

Baby, I just can't be here tonight

Well, I hate to leave you, baby

Don't mean maybe, because I love you so

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Now, the sun might come and the birds

Might hear if I stay here too long

One kiss and we'll part

And you'll be sleeping

You know I hate to see you go

Goodnight, sweetheart goodnight."

Jack's voice was indeed soothing a tuned, but it still didn't stop the deep impending cringe Roger felt from sizzling inside him. "Now it's really time for bed, baby bear," Roger hated bring called that nickname.... at least some of the time. But tonight, he really hated it. He hated his pajamas, he hated his sleep bonney, he hated the bedtime story..... he hated being pacified by his father.... endlessly. Even the feeling of the thick snug warm quilt being placed over his body, sprouted hatered through him. "Goodnight little duckling, sweet dreams.... I love you very, very, very much!" 

Jack bent down and kissed Roger's cheeks- not just once; puckering a squeaky smooch to his chubby cheek, he lavished the little boy with a series of affectionate goodnight kisses. As if Roger's boiling point wasn't already bursting to a head, the last kiss was the loudest- a long 'Muah!' being hummed loudly through the entire bedroom, Jack's hands holding Roger's with a gentle grip and his face only spaces apart from Roger's. It ended with Jack's lips practically sucking the fleash off Roger's face, leaving a wet smooch mark in the form of Jack's love; heart shaping around his right cheek.

Jack gave a quick pinch to his cheek before leaving the room for the night. Roger was lying straight in bed; frown rooted on his face, shooting a glare that could chill the spiciest of things. Roger ended his night with swallowing his pride and hoping for a twist to his domain. He cuddled himself under his quilt before wrapping a gentle arm around his teddy bear. He stared into its eyes; black and lifeless, but forgiving to Roger's hidden animosity. He turned his eyes off for the night, allowing his body to drift into a weakness for slumber.

It was the middle of the week and Roger had no interventions from Jack. Thursday was promising with its spring blossoms and humming bees that whizzed past your ear. The sun poked through the glass of the classroom, allowing a sunny twinkle to splash Roger's skin during math. It was all rainbows and butterflies until a napping annoucment was made by Mr. Weschester, the principal. "Remember students, don't forget tomorrow is chaperone day. Parents and PTA staff faculty will participate as classroom helpers and lunch monitors, Friday. So, don't be surprised if you recognize one or a few people at the school!" He chuckled slightly.

It didn't alarm Roger. After all, Dad would be working and Mom doesn't even know yet. 

"Hey Roger!" He turned to see his sister running full speed through the hall, "Did you hear? Tomorrow is particiaption day, so it means Mom and Dad might be at the school tomorrow! That would be so great..... I would be able to show them all my teachers and hear them say how well I'm doing in their classes.... they'll be so proud!" Roger wasn't amused.

"I'm not surprised that you're not excited...... you're always doing something bad anyway," Roger opened his locker, "I'm not doing anything! I just don't think it's 'super cool' to have your parents show up at school.... I mean, you don't see me showing up at dad's job, right?" Susan shrugged, "It's Mick and Rod, isn't it?" Roger gave Susan a side look, "It's me Susan. You know how I've always felt about that," Roger grabbed his lunch from his locker, "Yes, I am trying to impress them right now, but....." Susan lifted a brow, "What?"

"I just don't want Dad showing up at the school. He's been so clingy lately- and don't try to deny it or stick up for him!" Susan giggled, "Oh yeah, like last night, in your matching pajamas and the matching baby bonnet that he made you wear. It was so funny!" Her voice squeaked. Roger slammed his locker door, "Whatever, if you see him, tell him I'm not his baby bear!"

He stormed away, leaving Susan behind with a graded worry and confusion. The lunchroom was filled per usual, only this time, Roger found a slightly more isolated table. The incident of the last time haunted him enough to keep his space empty or at least less crowded. But upon opening his lunch, Roger once again found a letter in his bag.

Dear Roger,

I just wanted to write about how special you are and how much fun I've had spending time with you the way I have. Our little walks when it's time to go home are pleasurable, our time together on the couch is relaxing and entertaining, but most importantly.... it's our bedtime that's my absolute favorite time with you. We get to read stories and I get to hold you in my arms as you slowly drift off to dreamland. And of course, sending you off with goodnight kissies and huggies to end the night, is a very important ritual to me. I love you more than anything and I hope you have the best day at school my guppy puppy!

XOXO

Love,

Daddy!

Roger scanned through the note before crumbling it inside the pocket of his jacket. He sat and ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich without any surmising feelings of anyone.

Friday arrived. The sun was bright and early, the birds were awake and breakfast was already on the table. Toast with melted butter, orange juice, bacon and eggs were served with a ginger smile from Alice as she set the last plate of food down on the table. She dusted the flour off her aporn before taking a seat with the rest of her family. Roger, unsupecting to Jack sharing a smile with Alice before looking back to their children.

Susan eating her toast peacfully while looking through her assingnment and Roger sipping his juice while sharing his looks between his plate and the wondering eyes he sensed from the table. 

The ride to school was filled with songs from Dean Martin. Roger just let the base of the radiowave take him as he anticipated every melody from the singer. He noticed Jack having this grin shaded on his face; unbreakable even when the traffic jamed and when a j-walker stepped out in front of the car and he had to slam his breaks and his horn at the same time. It didn't grind into Roger until they pulled up in the parking lot and he noticed Jack turning off the car. He turned around to Roger, "Puppy, Daddy's going to go in with you this time..." 

Roger looked to the side before turning back to his dad. "Is something going on?" "Well, sorta..... I'll tell you about it later," Now Roger was really confused. But, for once, he obeyed his father and followed him out of the car. Jack wiggled his fingers into Roger's little hand and held a tight grasp to it, like he was dangling from the edge of something and Roger was his lifeline connection. "Remember when we used to hold hands when we would to school some mornings?"

"Yeah..." Jack smiled down at Roger. He rubbed the back of Roger's hand with the side of his thumb. It made Roger self conscience- all eyes seemed to bore directly in their direction, like an alien was walking in broad daylight amongst the public eye. But they weren't. Only a few giggles broke through the clambers of laughter and causal chatting amoung the students. Father and son made it into the school where Roger broke free from Jack's pyhsical grasp and started on his way up the stairs after a quick aloof goodbye. "Nugget! What about your kissy kissy?!" Jack shouted; shuffling through the groups of children that seemed to stand in the way of his getting to Roger.

"I have to kiss you, baby bear!" Roger just stood frozen. Shocked and horrified at those little sentences. He shot his head around to see the slather of classmates mocking and teasing him much to Jack's complete oblivion. Roger stumbled down the stairs, struggling to meet Jack's gaze before being enveloped in a firm bear hug and receiving a resounding kiss on his forehead. And of course, Jack completely smothered his little face in goodbye kisses. One 'Muah' after another. Roger's face didn't seem to fade from its crimson color. It got bolder and bolder with everything Jack seemed to do that would humilate Roger to no end.

Why does he always embarrass me at the worst times? Roger's mind wasn't shy about conveying a few malefic thoughts of Jack of his own. "I love you, baby cakes. Now run and get to class now." "Baby cakes?" A boy questioned. Roger wiggled out of Jack's hug and ran to his class as fast as he could. Couldn't Jack see the slur of students he gathered around them? The crowd that was drawn because of his yelling? Like ants to an abandoned potato chip lying on the pavement.

Roger's day could only get worse as he realized out of his entire class, Jack was the only parent who showed up for particapation day. The realization made Roger want to scream. Jack would pop into the classroom ocassionally to help with passing out papers and cleaning up after the kids. He never seemed to busy enough to squeeze in the occasional hug or kiss to Roger. Pinching his cheek or rubbing his head wasn't barred either.

At lunch, Jack was chaperoning the students- paying extra unneeded attention to his own: wiping his mouth, feeding him the pudding he put in his lunch ealier, and the finale..... burping him; patting his back while his head was craddled against his shoulder. Then recess rolled around.

"Hey Mick, watch this!" Roger swung on the rod of the jungle gym, intending a front flip, but instead landed on the concrete asphalt. His knees were scrapped; blood trickling down them like tears. Roger tried getting up, but was stagnant on the ground. "Roger, are you okay?!" Mick ran to his friend and tried helping him up, but the watchful eye of Jack caught them and with lightning speed, flew over towards the boys. "Rogie! Are you hurt?! Did you get a boo boo?" He bent down and examined Roger's scraped knees. "Oh, you poor baby, it's okay.... daddy's got you," Jack lifted Roger and carried him to the nurses, bridal style. "Dad! Everyone's looking at us!" He whined.

"Oh, don't you worry about them... let's take care of Roger first." 

The bell rung, recess was over and Jack was to be back at Roger's next class. Roger came limping back from the nurses with his legs cleaned and bandaged. "There's my little pookie bear, do you feel better?" Roger's cheeks stung again. "Dad.... I'm not a pookie bear," His teeth were gritted, "Well, you're my pookie bear.... forever and always." Roger sucked up an eyeroll. 

The last class of the day seemed to shot by fast. Out in the hallway, Roger noticed Jack with Mitch and Rod, huddled around together. Roger's heart sped up, his breath became shaky and his mouth dry and metallic. He caught the tip end of Jack's memory of Roger's little daycare accident; his diaper being poofier than his whole little body and Jack speeding through track just to get there to change him. "I was so worried that Roger was going to get a diaper rash..... I think I went to five different stores to find the right diaper cream for his little bottom...."

Mick and Rod burst out laughing. "Can you tell us more stories of baby Roger?" Jack giggled, "Of course- in fact, I have pictures of him as a baby." Before Roger could intervine, Jack had whipped out pictures of baby Roger in the bathtub or comepletly nude on the living room rug. Jack's eyes had this twinkle of adoration in them- he loved talking about his children when they were little. "Roger was so adorable- oh and had the roundest little bottom I ever seen! I had made up this little song called 'Icing on the cake', and I would sing it while changing Roger's diaper."

"Why did you call it 'Icing on the cake'?" Rod asked, side eyeing Roger with a little smirk emerging from his mouth. Roger's eyes grew big, praying that Jack wouldn't reveal the most embarrassing story of his life. The most humilating secret that he would never let out for anyone. "I called it that because when I would put diaper powder and cream on Roger's little bottom, he would get fussy, so I would sing it for him to soothe him.... and because it was like icing a cake. His little bottom looked like a fluffy cotton ball.... that's why sometimes I call him my RoRo Bear."

Roger was in utter disbelief. A shock of total and utter humilation. His most embarrassing secrets were revealed right to the very people who he worked so hard to impress and entertain. The nickname he hated being called and the story he never wanted out was now in full circle, ready to blowup to the whole school. Jack finally spotted Roger, flashing him an innocent fatherly smile. "Hey munchkin, I was just talking to your friends Rod and Mick- they're very nice!" But Roger's face was stuck, stuck in a dark crimson colored dispair. "What's wrong?" Now Jack's voice rang concern. Roger furrowed his eyebrows into a deep glare and walked around the trio; going straight to his locker, pulling his backpack and walking out the front door, hoping to get trapped and lost in the rushing rabble of the students.

"Roger! Roger!" Jack caught up to him, and pulled him close to him. "What's the matter baby?" "I'm not a baby! I'm not a muchkin! Or a pookie poo or pookie bear or whatever, I'm not any of those things! And I'm not your little baby either! How could you do this to me?!"

"To you?" "Yeah! Why did you have to run and tell Mick and Rod about the Icing on the cake story or reveal my RoRo bear nickname?! Why did you have to come to school anyway?! Or buy matching Pj sets or kiss me everytime you see me or sing me a stupid lulluby? Or...Or......." Roger just scoffed out of Jack's grasp but stopped, fully allowing the boiling point come to a head, "I'M NOT A BABY ANYMORE! SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" Roger huffed off, running all the way home with tears streaming down his little rosey cheeks. The crimson was wearing off, but the sting still stayed behind, leaving escars of disgrace deep in him.

Roger stopped at the corner, wiping his face from the thick rill of tears. "I'm never talking to him again." He said to himself. Roger looked around hoping to beat Jack's green chevy bel air to the house. He stormed in, said a quick greeting to his mother before locking himself in his bedroom, spending the next fifthteen minutes with a deep glare sprawled across his face.

Jack came in wearing a sullen teary eyed frown. "Jack?" Alice came over and sat him down on the couch. "What's wrong what happened?" Jack looked down, "He hates me,"

"Roger?" Jack slowly nodded, "I accidentally embarrassed him at school and he got angry and ran home, I'm assuming." "Yeah, he just ran upstairs not too long ago- what did you do?" Jack swallowed, "I guess I got carried away with being affectionate with him..... I babied him a little too much..... I always forget that's a sore spot with him!" He slammed his fist down on his thigh. "I'm gonna go talk to him." Jack's eyes looked toward the stairs.

Jack's feet were whiny against the wood of the stairs. He held tight to the railing, not allowing his legs to wobble him unbalenced. He could feel the tension from behind Roger's door. It only spotted a speck of softness once he heard the faint sniffling sounds on the other side. It made him want to break through the door and wrap his little one in a hug, but a sharp pinging sense of misgiving halted any mollycuddling thoughts. Instead, he delicately pittered a knock on the door. "Come in," Jack slowly tiptoed into Roger's bedroom, scouring his soft sniffles from tears that he had been crying alone in his bedroom.

"Roger.... can I sit?" He shrugged, "Whatever."

Jack took a seat across from Roger, "Rog..... I never meant to embarrass you...... I was just trying to-" Jack stopped, racking his brain for the right words, "I just wanted to be close to you. I thought that if I showed you how much I love you..... we would be close again."

"When were we not close?" Even Jack couldn't answer that. He realized just how overexaggerated his idea really was. "You made new friends and-" "Now I probably won't have because of you!"

Jack had to bite his tounge and swallow the shallow pettiness of pride he had from his callous mistake. No matter how he would spin this, Roger would never the plot. Jack himself was though. He made it all about him more than he ever could've for Roger. All because of a haunted memory he carried with David. Jack wanted to be better, he wanted to be opposite. So much....... that he forgot what was right in front of him. His pride was shaken so much, that looking Roger in the eye would be very painful....more than it should've.

"I'm so sorry Roger. Honestly, I am. I know you're not a baby...... it's not always easy for me to admit that to myself everytime I see you growing up and doing things on your own. In my mind, I guess I was thinking of some of our best memories being when you were just so.....so....little. So helpness and fragile.....you needed me then. You needed me so much, and I just felt so responsible for being this positive influence in your life that....... I couldn't help it. I still see you as a baby on some days and.... I guess I got a little carried away,"

"A little?" Jack gave a tight smile, "A lot." Roger turned his sight back to the floor, "Roger, look at me darling," Roger slowly lifted his eyes back to Jack's. "I'm very, very, very sorry about.... everything. You're not a baby and I was wrong for being that way...." Jack's eyes softened, a soft tiny smile rippled on face, "I look at you now.... and I'm so proud of you. I love you very much, and the last thing I would ever want is to make you cry or be angry or in pain."

Jack held out his arms, "Do you forgive me?" Roger eventually let a smile cross him, giving into his father's pout and falling into each other's arms. "Of course." Jack squeezed Roger tightly, never wanting to let go. "Just promise me one thing....."

"What?" Asked Roger. Jack pulled away to look into the green of Roger's eyes. "Promise, no matter how big you get.....you'll still be my little baby bear?" Roger smiled, "I promise." The father and son hugged each other tightly, running through the strainds of hair on the back of each other's heads. Roger felt Jack's hand rubbing and craddling his little head, while Jack felt Roger's little hand rub in between the back of his scalp and neck.

Jack decided to savour the little present moment without any doubts or past memories to cloud what already exsisted......

Their love for one another.

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ nancy, jonthan, and (y/n) investigate the strange events that keep occurring in their small town

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, implications of sex

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`

The day seems to drag on incessantly as I drown in my own pool of sorrow.

As I'm sitting at lunch, Tommy and Carol crack their typical 'humorous' remarks, triggering an unsettling feeling within me.

"I still think that creep killed him." Tommy says referring to Jonathan while spooning food into his mouth.

"He's such a freak." Carol comments, laughing.

Steve shoots his friends a look before he glances at me with a concerned expression. To my surprise, he rests his hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there, before returning to his food.

Steve doesn't bring up what happened last night.

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"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress. And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too—"

I slump in my seat, absorbing this incredibly boring lecture as the day reaches its conclusion. Suddenly the office lady walk in and halts the teacher's speech.

Thank god.

"(Y/n) Henderson and Nancy Wheeler? If you would come with me, please," She says motioning for us to walk with her.

With exhaustion dragging me down, I rise from my chair and shuffle after the lady through the classroom door to the empty cafeteria - a tense scene awaiting. There, Mrs. Wheeler sits, across from two officers, who look at Nancy and I with stern expressions, which causes my heart to quicken with anticipation.

Nancy sits down next to her mom and I sit myself down next to Nancy.

"We're here to discuss the whereabouts of your friend, Barbra Holland." One of the deputies says, with a notepad in hand.

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"So, this argument you and Barbra had... What exactly was it about?" The officer, Powell asks.

"It wasn't really an argument..." Nancy says hesitantly, "Barb just wanted to leave. I didn't, so, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?" Powell asks.

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes." Nancy continues.

"And the next day," Powell says, "You guys went back and saw, a bear, you're thinking?"

"We don't know what it was... but we think..." I pipe in, "We think maybe it took, Barb."

"You need to check behind Steve's house—" Nancy starts.

"We did. There's nothing there." The other officer, Callahan, says shaking his head, "There's no sign of a bear."

"And there's no car." Powell finishes.

"What?" I say, as Nancy and I glance at each other.

"Look, we figure that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else." Callahan says.

"Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?" Powell asks, "Leaving town, maybe?"

"No," Nancy says shaking her head, "No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?" Powell asks, "Uh, Steve Harrington?"

"What? No." Nancy says uncomfortably.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" Callahan presses and Mrs. Wheeler looks at Nancy pointedly.

"It wasn't like that." Nancy argues.

"Like what?" Callahan asks.

"Steve and me... We're..." Nancy's starts, "We're just friends. We just talked."

Callahan looks down at his notes and I avert my gaze to the window, hiding my jealousy.

"Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?"

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After riding my bike home, I grab a snack from the fridge as the phone begins to ring. I walk over to the phone holding it between my shoulder and ear. Opening the wrapper for my snack, I take a bite while answering the call.

"Henderson residence." I say into the phone.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"This is she," I reply.

"Uh, could you help me with something?" He says hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"I need to organize Will's funeral and I just can't do it alone." He responds solemnly.

"Oh..."

"You don't have to, I just—"

"No, no, it's okay Jonathan," I say, reassuring the boy, "Pick me up in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

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Jonathan arrives at my house approximately ten minutes later. As he drives us to the funeral home, my thoughts wander to the difference between riding with him and sitting in Steve's car. Jonathan's car is cold and bleak while Steve's car is warm and causes my emotions to buzz with excitement.

Jonathan pulls up outside the funeral home and we both head inside. An old man greets us with a sad smile and guides us over to view the available caskets.

"It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior," The old man says gently, "Uh, now, I don't know what your budget is but over there, we have copper and bronze." He says leading us over to more caskets.

Nancy walks in through the entrance, her steps slow and hesitant. Jonathan and I notice her arrival, prompting her to offer us a wave that mirrors her anxious demeanor.

"Can you just give us a second?" Jonathan stammers before we walk over to Nancy.

"Of course." The man says kindly.

"Hey." Jonathan greets.

"Hey, Nance." I say.

"Hey..." She says, "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here."

"I just... can we talk for a second?"  Nancy continues nervously.

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"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." Jonathan says looking at the taped picture Nancy hands him after we sit down on a bench.

"I don't know. It's weird" He continues handing the picture back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.

"No." Jonathan replies, "She was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away." Nancy says sadly, "But they don't know Barb."

"And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we saw something..." I say.

Some weird man or...I don't know what it was." Nancy finishes with a sigh before looking at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here today." She stands, "I'm so sorry."

"What did he look like?" Jonathan says abruptly.

"What?" Nancy asks turning back around.

"This man you guys saw in the woods." Jonathan says, "What'd he look like?" He repeats.

"I don't know," Nancy stammers, "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?"

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DRABBLE MARATHON #4:

LEE JENO + autumn leaves

1,4k words /// genre: fluff /// warnings: adult language.

In which he confesses as autumn leaves fly by.

The swing set in the park became your spot somewhere in the middle of your 2nd year. It was on an old playground, barely lit by a single yellow lamp post. Most parts of the playground looked too rusted to be safe, but the swing set hadn’t broken even once in all your months of visiting it.

Jeno always met you there, his smile bright and adorable even on his bad days. 

He often stopped at the playground after his nightly bike rides. He thought meeting you there, on the tired swing set, had been the best stroke of luck of his entire life. 

Soon, it became a tradition to tell you ‘hi’ when he saw you sitting on the swing as he was passing by. Then he started taking breaks every time he got to the playground, hoping that you’d show up as well. And then, before long, the two of you met up there almost every night, talking about everything and nothing, eating convenience store snacks and trying to coax passing stray cats to be your friends (they never did agree though). 

On this night again, Jeno biked through the park, coming to a halt when he saw your familiar figure. 

“Hey,” he called out as he approached and you offered him a smile as you often did. “Isn’t it cold?”

“Just cold enough,” you replied and continued swinging. “How was your ride?”

“A little more slippery than usual,” he admitted and took his usual seat in the swing next to yours, kicking his tired feet a little for some momentum. “There are a lot of leaves and puddles around. I almost slipped twice” He sighed in defeat. “I don’t think they clean the streets a lot.”

You chuckled. “Might have to start carrying around a rake yourself.”

“Do not tempt me,” he joked. “How was your day?” He sat up straighter all of a sudden, eyes wide. “Oh! Didn’t you have that academic writing seminar today? How was it?”

You shrugged. “It was fine.”

He smiled at that. “Wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, huh?” You nodded somewhat shamefully, well aware of the nonsensical panic you had rambled to him about just the night before. He clicked his tongue. “If only someone had told you so…”

“If only,” you played along and kicked your feet a little harder to swing higher than him. He gasped theatrically at that before following suit. Soon your laughter echoed between the trees, alerting passers-by of your joyful presence. 

As your feet grew tired, however, (much faster than Jeno’s, as much as it pained you to admit), you slowed down again. You watched him for a while as he kept swinging, the cold autumn breeze messing up his fluffy hair. 

“Hey, Jeno?” you found yourself asking. 

He hummed in response. 

“What’s your biggest fear?”

He answered without missing a beat, “Bears.”

You snorted. “What?”

“What?” he retorted, slowing down so he could calmly explain, “They’re freaking terrifying. Why are they so big? Why are they everywhere? Why do they eat everything? You can’t even run away from a bear because it out-runs, out-swims and out-climbs you. Absolutely fucking terrifying.”

“I–” You had to admit he had a point.”Okay, so, I meant from a more psychological, existential point of view. Like, is there some kind of a life event you’re afraid of?” Seeing his puzzled expression, you added, “I’m terrified of life after graduation, for example. The uncertainty of the future.”

“Oh.” He paused to think, staring up at the starry sky. He then nodded and looked at you again. “Bears.”

“Jeno,” you laughed, “I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled and took a moment to really think about it. “I guess… Confessing my feelings?”

“To who?”

“There just is one person.” He smiled to himself and you felt a pang of jealousy as you realised how much he must’ve adored this person. But then his smile faded, becoming just a quirk of his lips but not quite reaching his eyes anymore. He sighed. “But I don’t think they like me back.”

“Why do you think that?” you wondered. “You’re a great guy.”

He shrugged solemnly. “Maybe. But am I a great guy for them? Am I what they look for in a guy? Or am I just a hopeless romantic who’s never meant to be more than a friend?”

“That’s a depressing thought,” you muttered out loud without really meaning to. “I mean, if you have those thoughts every time you have a crush, will you ever find the courage to actually find someone to spend your life with?”

He groaned at the thought, his head falling back as if it was getting heavier by the minute. “Don’t do this to me. It’s, like, 10 pm. I am not in the mood for a therapy session.”

“Sorry,” you whispered and reached over to pat his shoulder. He leaned his head forward again, resting his cheek against your hand. “If it counts for anything, I think you’re great. I’ll always be your friend, whether you find that someone or not.”

Jeno’s breath hitched at that. “You mean that?”

“Of course.” Even if it kills me inside to never be more than that to you. 

He bit his lip, nearly drawing blood, before sitting up properly and looking you in the eyes. “We can’t be friends anymore.”

Your life seemed to flash before your eyes. “What?”

“Wait,” Jeno lifted a hand, folding all fingers but his pointer, his eyes squeezing shut painfully, “that sounded really wrong. I’m– Uh… Let me try again.”

You weren’t sure you wanted him to try again.

“(Y/n),” he took a deep breath and forced his eyes open again, “I don’t want to be your friend.” 

He paused, trying to find the words to say before you lost all hope in him and walked away. To be fair, you were on the verge of doing just that. He grabbed your hand to prevent you from doing so. 

“I want to be more than that,” he breathed out, his hand shaking in around yours, “I want to be the person whose home you go to at the end of the day, whose bed you take your afternoon naps in, whose arms you run to when you celebrate something. I want to be the person who knows all your favourite songs, all your embarrassing childhood stories, all your favourite snacks. I want to be your person.”

Your brain worked double-time to process the information. With wide eyes, you pointed at yourself. “I’m the person you like?”

He nodded, a tight smile on his face. “I like you.”

“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask, unable to believe someone like him – a varsity athlete, a straight-A student, the face of the university’s soccer team, a man carved by the angels – could have feelings for you at all.

He chuckled. “How could I not? You’re amazing.”

“But… I’m just me and you’re–”

“Don’t pull the rom-com lines on me, please,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just rip the band-aid off and reject me.”

You frowned. “But I don’t want to reject me.”

His eyes opened, sparkling under the streetlight. “You don’t?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No.”

“Then…” He let out a noise of confusion as his face scrunched up in thought. “What? You really– You like me back?” 

You nodded and it made him spiral even more. “Are you sure? You don’t have to pity-confess. I’m fine. I’m a big boy. I can handle rejection. Don’t– Don’t play with my feelings like that… They’re–” His voice cracked. “They’re fragile. I’m… fragile.”

“I really like you too,” you confessed, squeezing his hand. “I think you’re amazing too.”

He blinked rapidly, unable to fight the smile appearing on his face. “You– Me– Like– Oh my god, I could cry.” He let out a giddy giggle – much resembling a little kid getting told he could have ice cream for breakfast – before reaching for your other hand as well. Once had both of your hands in his, he cleared his throat. “Then, and I can’t believe I get to ask this, but– uhm– Can I be your boyfriend?”

When you matched his giggle and nodded, he swore he would remember this exact moment for the rest of his life and cherish it as his most precious one: your bright smile and star-filled eyes, complete with the autumn leaves flying by in the background. 

A/N: the fact that i've been an nctzen since 2019 and this is my second ever uploaded nct fic is a little concerning tbh

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I've got an angsty little prompt for you:

22. “Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?”

With Ari

Because I know he would give a nice bear hug to forget all your worries after 😌

oh I love some good angst! Thank you for sending in an ask

Your bodyguard - Biker!Ari Levinson x Reader

A/N: I should really make a masterlist for Biker Ari now but I can't think of a name! But they're all in my main masterlist so check them out there!

Summary: Ari helps you open up after coming across someone from your past

Word Count: ? your guess is as good as mine! but its short!

Warnings: Angst! Mention of past abusive relationship! Mention of Emotional and Psychological Abuse! Happy Ending! Barely Edited!

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Ari wasn’t sure what drove him to drive out to your small town so early in the day. Maybe it was the good weather that just made him want to get on his bike and ride. Or maybe it was the universe making sure he arrived at your bar at the right time.

Because when he pulled up into the empty parking lot he instantly spotted you talking to another man outside. Ari kicked the kickrest down as he looked over, noticing how your shoulders were slightly hunched and your arms crossed protectively over your body as you spoke to the stranger. The stranger on the other hand was talking animatedly, clearly interrupting and talking over you.

As Ari climbed off his bike the stranger looked over his shoulder at him. The man looked between you and Ari a couple times before turning his attention back to you, hissing something as he pointed at your harshly before turning to walk to his car. 

Ari saw you let out a shaky breath looking down at the floor before turning and walking towards the bar. He wanted to follow after you but first he waited for the stranger to leave, sending him a hard glare as he drove past.

Once he was satisfied that the stranger was gone he made his way inside the bar finding you wiping down the tables and putting out beermats ready for when the bar opened.

“Was that guy bothering you?” Ari asked walking over to you.

“No, I’m fine” you mutter not looking up from the task in hand.

“Who was he?” He questioned.

“My ex” you state as you turn and walk away to a different table.

“What did he want?” Ari asks as he moves to follow you.

“Nothing important” you say shaking your head, still refusing to look at him. 

“Sweetheart you’re clearly shaken up so it wasn’t nothing” Ari presses.

“Ari-“ you start your eyes screwing shut, fists clenching as you bit your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Ari says softly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder.

You open your eyes, first glancing at his hand on your shoulder before looking up at him. Your eyes meeting his for a second before dipping.

“I want to…” you admit quietly “but it’s just… i find it….” You mutter shaking your head as you struggle to find the words.

“Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?” Ari offers gently. You look back up at him and give him the smallest of nods “okay” he says softly before turning around so his back was to you.

It was silent for a few moments before he heard you take a deep and shaky breath. You then told the story about your ex, about how he started off sweet and caring but slowly became unrecognisable. Ari listened you recount the many ways he emotionally and psychologically abused you, how he tore you down into a shell of a person. You told him that you hated how long it took you to realise it because it made it that much harder to leave.

When you were done Ari waited a couple of moments before turning back around. Mostly because he needed to get his anger under control. He was seconds away from storming out of the bar and hunting down your ex. But when he did turn around and saw you now stood with your back to him, shoulder hunched as you hugged yourself. 

Instantly all of his anger melted away and he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you in a massive bear hug “I’m so sorry you had to go through that” he said softly “and I’m so proud of you for getting out” he added pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you chocked out a sob “hey its okay, its okay I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again” he promises.

You turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his chest “Thank you Ari” you whispered.

“It’s nothing,” he says softly, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. Swearing to himself that if he ever saw your ex, he would show him what a real man looked like.

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Eddie Munson x M!Reader

(Pre-Existing Relationship)

Requested!:

Hi tis me ,annon! I was wondering if you could do an eddie munson x male reader? And the reader has a very deep voice and eddie asks him to step in to play as a demon lord in his D&D campaign?  And the rest of the hellfire club is highkey scared of how well he plays it?

Sorry this took longer than expected!! Hope you like it anon! I know shit about D&D gonna be honest this is completely made up so I hope this passes enough to be recognized 💀💀

Also I turned Y/N into a gentle giant himbo for some reason but it still works.

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Eddie had approached Y/N earlier in the day to give him a proposal. Y/N would play a character in his D&D campaign, and Eddie will give him... something. It was a little card thing that literally said "To Be Decided". Well, Y/N had nothing to do anyways. He only questioned for a few minutes when Eddie shoved a cape and and a helmet with horns haphazardly glued on the front of it. Apparently, the rest of the Hellfire club wasn't expecting him when he appeared behind Eddie's throne, laughing evily as they approached the demon lord's castle. Y/N almost fell off the box he was standing on when Mike screamed in suprise, and Dustin bust into laughter as the black-haired boy flushed.Y/N hopped down albeit awkwardly as Mike and Dustin started bickering playfully, and stood next to Eddie's throne. Eddie flipped the page in his notebook with Y/N's script open.

"I see tresspassers! You dare try and foil the plans of the king who watches? The fools of the rebellion and trying to tag upon my ankles!"

Y/N said, hiding the shake in his voice with a rumble of laughter again afterwards. Eddie leaned forwards in his chair.

"The demon king is sitting on his throne, his tail flicking behind him. He's massive, the size of both of your carts stacked. He looks like he could crush you in one hand. There's two creatures near his throne held back by chains, like guard dogs. There's something they're guarding. The king leans forward, grinning."

So, Y/N grins, leaning over the table. He says his next lines with practiced ease, since they're his favorite.

"Well, since we're here we might as well play a game. What say, rebellion? Care to take a soon-to-be-dead king's offer?"

He stares straight at Mike, and the raven-haired boy swallows thickly. Y/N sits up again, and slides closer to the throne. Eddie sits up as well, and turns his attention to the players.

"It's your turn."

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"Holy SHIT! That was so scary. Y/N you can ROAR!?"

Dustin asks, practically clinging to Y/N's side as the club finally leaves the drama room. Y/N scratches his cheek, burying a little deeper into his jacket.

"Well when I was little I used trashcans to roar. That's also why I can put up staying in that room with a bunch of stressed-out, sweaty, teenagers! Scents don't bother me!"

Dustin shoved his side, the pair laughing. Lucas had taken Erica home a little early, and the other three Corroded Coffin members had left too. Mike was biking away right now, still shouting conversation with Eddie until he was out of earshot. Dustin was riding back with Y/N and Eddie, so they started for his van. Dustin got dibs on shotgun, so Y/N slid into the back center, leaning on the console so the trio could keep talking. Eddie nudged him.

"You decide what you want for playing the demon king?"

"Four tubs of icecream."

"...Why four?"

"A man has to have options, Eddie."

Dustin butt in, and Y/N nodded, shoving his head. Eddie laughed, then kissed Y/N's cheek. Dustin gagged and Y/N grabbed his head, pulling him towards the center in a huge bear hug as he kissed Dustin's head.

"Oh our son! How dare he not love our love! Perhaps he is homophobic."

"Am not!"

"Are too, curly-haired son. The gay mushroom son and the black haired son will not be pleased."

"Basketball son?"

"Basketball son doesn't care. He's chill."

"Oh I see."

Y/N and Eddie kept conversing about their children as Dustin tried to escape Y/N's iron grip, eventually giving up and falling slack in defeat. Y/N pat his back as they stopped outside of his house.

"Go forth and conquer, son!"

"Alright bye."

"Tell yourdad goodbye."

Eddie ordered, and Y/N gave Dustin a puppy like look. He groaned.

"Bye-bye." He said sarcastically, waving. Y/N rolled his eyes as he escaped into the house. Y/N climbed ungracefully into the front seat, hitting his head twice on the ceiling, but not accidentally rolling the window down this time so progress! Eddie grinned, kissing Y/N again as they started off towards the store that was open all night.

"Alright, what flavors do you want?"

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idk I don't really like this one 😭 its kinda cringey fluffy and rushed but also like well thought out?? its vibes just aren't hitting me. - 💙

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Something's Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x Reader

Request - Can we have an Eddie X reader bowling date and reader wins him a bear in the arcade after he tries to win her one?

Summary - You win your best friend Eddie a bear in the arcade after your bowling match, turns out this wasn't the first time it had happened

Warnings - Mutual pining, idiots being in love, slightly rushed writing

Word Count - 3.1k (yes i know i need to get myself together)

A/N - I changed this slightly but the main part of it is still in there!!

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

“Fucking god damnit!” Edde exclaimed in frustration, hitting his hand against the colourful arcade game which in stark contrast was playing a happy go lucky tune from half work out speakers. “Language!” You scolded half heartedly.

He was on his fourth? Maybe fifth? Attempt. You had honestly lost count at this point, seeing your best friend wasting whatever money he had trying to win you a cheap stuffed animal was immensely entertaining to you. After you had lost two bowling games to him, he had offered to win you a consolation prize.

“No luck there pretty boy?” The nickname rolled off your tongue as if it was nothing, as if it meant nothing. You and Eddie had been friends since before you could remember. He lived just a couple of trailers over from you, about your age and as kids you both really liked dragons.

Which had been enough for tiny Eddie Munson to propose marriage to you. And while you had declined for his hand in marriage, he gladly accepted your promise to be best friends for life.

A promise he was holding you to, still to this day, years later.

You had seen each other grow up, he had given you your first big fantasy book, and you had taught him to ride a bike. And while both of you had changed quite a bit from the dough faced children you used to be. You knew that deep down Eddie was still that same little kid that would let you sleep over whenever you came knocking at his window during thunderstorms.

And there he was, ready to fist fight a colourful arcade game.

Eddie rolled his eyes at you and stepped to the side. “Well would you like a go sweetheart?”

“It would be my absolute pleasure to win you a stuffed animal.” You took the spot in front of the arcade game. Slotting a silver quarter into the machine and watching it whir to life with flashing lights and music.

Your eyes focused on the game before you, convinced that there was a science and strategy to this rigged arcade game.

Your fingers expertly danced across the controls in front of you, moving the crane into the perfect position.

Eddie was watching you intently from the sideline. You always had the same face when you concentrated, the same creases appearing across your forehead and the same captivating look in your eyes. Making it absolutely impossible for Eddie to pull his eyes off you.

You were so captivating to him when you got like this he could have watched you for hours.

You hit the release button to lower the claw, holding your breath as you waited your hopefully impending success. The claw closed around the bear you were aiming for and retracted successfully.

You cheered and jumped up and down, basking in your success before retrieving the bear and dramatically handing it over to Eddie. “Your prize sweetheart.” You laughed and echoed the nickname from earlier.

Eddie only rolled his eyes at you again and slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.

“What will you name your new friend?” You asked as he pulled away and grabbed the bear from your fingers.

You would be the first to admit that he looked a little out of place, dressed in his normal metal head attire, battle vest and all, standing in the middle of a colourful busy arcade holding a stuffed bear with an embroidered heart on its chest.

But you also couldn’t help but feel that persistent little twinge in your heart, which refused to go away regardless of how much you tried to push it down and away. All it would take was one look, one touch, one smile and it was back. Tugging at your fragile heart strings and threatening to send you spiraling.

“Oh I’m naming it after you, obviously.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I think Y/N Munson has a ring to it, dontcha think?” Your eyes immediately darted to the floor in a foolish attempt of trying to hide your blush.

“Are you trying to replace me with a stuffed animal?”

“Well yeah, the bear doesn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do.”

“But it lacks my brilliance and humour.” You quipped back and forth with him, it was so natural, like breathing. “But I suppose she might be able to withstand what you call music.”

“C’mon lets get out of here it’s getting late.” Eddie grabbed for your hand, like he had done a million times before, but this time he laced his fingers with you, dragging you along to the exit.

“Well you’re not fun, it's just past ten.” You pouted at him and playfully swung your hands where they were hanging between you.

“Well, we both have classes tomorrow and I don’t know about you but I am planning on graduating, can’t stay here if you leave.”

“You plan on following me, Munson?”

“Gotta make sure you stay out of trouble.” You had reached his car and he let go of your hand, letting you get into the van.

Truth was that he would follow you to the ends of the world, anywhere you went he was bound to follow you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was ever going to let you go.

“Seriously Eds, I know you claim that this is music, but I think we might need to upgrade your collection a bit.” Your voice immediately snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality. You were sitting next to him rummaging through the shoe box of cassette tapes collected in an old shoe box on the floor. “And this, this is exactly why I am planning on replacing you.”

Eddie placed the stuffed bear on the consome of the car to underline his point

“You wouldn’t dare, take me home?”

A couple of days passed with their painful normality of day to day life, days melting and bleeding into each other. Your homework was strewn about the coffee table and you were sitting on the floor, chewing on the end of your pencil trying to figure out differentiation with the sound of the TV humming quietly in the background.

Your mom was working late, like she was most nights. Leaving you with your half eaten and now cold microwave dinner, and the solemn company of your textbooks.

You had been too focused in your studies to notice that the soft patting of rain against the windows of the living room had turned into heavy rain drops splashing against the ground.

While you were still mostly over your fear of thunderstorms, there were still little remnants of it left that resurfaced, especially when you were alone like this.

Eddie heard the door to the trailer open and slam shut, he heard you kicking off your shoes and he smiled. As if right on cue. After the start of the rain storm he knew it was probably only a matter of time before you showed up.

Without saying a word you stormed into his room, and climbed into his lap where he was sitting on his bed, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You were absolutely soaked with rain and short of breath. With the heavy rain just the short run from your trailer had been more than enough to soak you through and through.

But Eddie didn’t care that you were dripping wet, having you sitting in his lap was more than enough to make up for it. And he relished in every small touch you were giving him, every shift of your weight as you adjusted on his lap, every small hot breath against the skin of his neck as you slowly calmed down.

He knew he didn’t need to say anything, simply being there in your presence was exactly what you needed in that moment, so all he did was carefully wrap his arms around your back to pull you closer into his embrace.

Eddie let his hands carefully run up and down your back, doing his best to slowly soothe you and taking solace as he felt your breathing slow and calm down.

“Storm scaring you sweetheart?” Eddie finally broke the silence that hung between you, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, pulling away ever so slightly so he could look at you fully. “Just a little bit- mom’s working tonight and being alone and-”

“Shh, it���s ok.” Eddie started, cocking his head at you, almost like a bird, making you laugh a little bit. “You’re always welcome here.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly into his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in his scent, relishing in his company, his soft gentle touches as the storm continued raging on outside. “Absolutely nothing to thank me for, it’s my pleasure anyway.” His voice was light, almost carefree as he spoke.

“Can I stay?”

“Of course.” Eddie reached his hand up and pushed away a couple of the strands of hair that were still sticking to your face with water. “But do you maybe want to change?” His own clothes were damp from yours and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how uncomfortable you must be in your soaked clothes.

You nodded slowly and got off his lap, Eddie rummaged through his closet to pull out the most decent dry clothes he could find and left you to change in his room.

The old battered T-shirt he lent you reached down to your thighs you had worn it countless of times before but it still smelled of him, and the pyjama bottoms were so big on you that the fabric pooled around your ankles. You had let your hair down around your shoulders, tangled and still damp from the rain.

Your eyes were roaming around Eddie’s room, you had been in here a million times before, but there were always an endless amount of things to explore about it, and it was forever changing. Standing in Eddie’s room always felt to you like you had entered his brain. Everything in there was so Eddie, you could learn everything there was to know about him from that room. And there was always something new to find.

This time, what stuck out to you, was the little arcade bear which you had just won for him, sitting on his night side table next to his lamp. You reached out of the comforts of the bed, clutching the soft bear in your hands, finding the slightest amount of comfort in the stuffed toy.

You slumped back down on Eddie’s bed, your back resting against the back wall of his room, knees pulled out as you placed the soft little bear in your lap, toying gently with it. But as you looked closer at it, this wasn’t the bear that you had won Eddie last Tuesday.

It was old, at least a couple of years old you guessed based on the wear and tear along the seams of it and the partially matted fur. “Where’d you come from?” You whispered to the bear, almost hoping for an answer but you were only met with soulless black plastic eyes staring back up at you.

You could hear Eddie’s heavy footsteps long before you could see him turn the corner back into his room. “Did you say something?” His head peaked around the corner, making his hair fall in front of his face.

“Just interrogating this bear about his origins, I think he might be really tough to crack though.” Eddie moved to sit next to you on his bed and to see what you were referring to.

“Do you seriously not remember?” Eddie’s eyebrows were raised as he looked intently at you, genuinely shocked you didn’t recall. “No, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Ok- 8th grade Jimmy Wattsons birthday party…” He paused, hoping that his words would slowly start jogging your memory, but you were simply staring blank eyed back at him. The bear clutched in your fingers. “We went to the lanes, and we ended up in the same one…”

“And I kept throwing it in the gutter!” The memory landed in your head, as crisp as the day it had happened and you couldn’t believe you had forgotten it. “I wasn’t strong enough to throw them properly and I ended up losing.”

“And you looked so sad and defeated, I said I would win you a bear from the arcades to cheer you up-”

“But you were so hopeless at the claw machine, you wasted like all of your money-”

“So you ended up winning me one instead.”

You completed each other's sentences, recounting the memory together. “And you kept it?” You looked over at where Eddie was sitting next to you on his bed.

He was close enough that your legs were touching. You reached over for his hand, taking it in yours and holding it in your lap, enjoying the feeling of his rough hand so close to yours.

“Of course I kept it, I’ve kept everything you’ve given me.”

“Everything? You might need to be a little careful there Munson or people might start to think you actually love me.” It was obvious you were tired, and that the words were slipping out of you faster than you could control them, your eyes were heavy with sleep and your voice was soft.

“What if I told you I’m in love with you?”

“I know you love me, you tell me that every day.” You laughed and rolled your eyes slightly.

“No-” He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. “Not ‘I love you’, I am in love with you.”

“I’d say you’re delusional.”

“Is it really that far-fetched of an idea that I could be in love with you?”

Eddie’s question hung in the air, weighing down the empty space between them. Making them both painfully aware how close, yet how far they were from each other. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, in the dim light of his bedroom his eyes looked almost as if they were grieving a loss he was yet to endure. But there was still that familiar flicker of hope that was always persistent regardless of the hardships he had faced.

“Eddie I- I don’t know-” There was no answer you could provide him with which wouldn’t jeopardise the fundamentals that your relationship was built on one way or another, and somewhere deep down you knew that Eddie realised that. Which meant that right now he did not care, he wanted to know, needed to know.

You knew, deep down you knew what you wanted the answer to be. The dream of a reality which had been tugging at your heart strings for years, feelings which had stirred beneath the surface for so long but you had done your best to keep under wraps, in hopes they would simply pass.

“No- no, don't pretend, don’t shy away.” His voice quivered ever so slightly as he spoke. The genuine hurt in his voice made your heart sink. “Don’t bullshit me here, don’t sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about it- about us, because I know you have, there is no way you haven’t.”

You couldn’t tell if Eddie was trying to speak to you, or convince himself of a reality he had concocted in his brain. In reality it was a little bit of both.

“Eddie you’re my best friend-” You didn’t know why you were fighting it, some part of your brain was still so terrified of losing Eddie, he had seeped into every aspect of your life you couldn’t bear the thought of having him ripped from you in an instant. It would leave you without a foundation.

“And you’re my everything.” His voice was breathless, and you noticed just how close he really was to you. “And I didn’t realise that, not until you dated Harry last year, and it nearly broke me. I have never been so angry in my life, seeing you with him, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes, seeing him palce his arms around you, kiss you on the cheeks- god fuck I wanted to be the person doing that, and I felt bad knowing that a part of me was happy when you decided to end things with him.”

“Maybe I’m looking at the world through rose tinted glasses but I’m here, I am right here, I am the person you’ve come to since you were eight when you were afraid of thunderstorms, and I will always be here, because fuck- I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you probably since the day we met as kids, I was just to stupid to realise it before.”

“Eddie say it again-” You were practically holding your breath, the words that came out of his mouth were fast and rushed, almost unintelligible and it took you more than a moment to actually realise what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you-”

He barely got a chance to finish his last syllable before you had leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your nose awkwardly bumping against his as you tried to adjust to the feeling of his lips against yours. Two thoughts ran through your mind, Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie and Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie.

His lips were moulding against yours and you swore you could hear him groan as he soaked up the feeling.

Your hands cupped his face in a desperate attempt of bringing his lips closer to yours. Eddie was kissing you like a man possessed, a man starved. As if you were his first breath of fresh air after being held under water, he was drinking you up until you had nothing left to give and had to pull away in desperate need of oxygen.

“We’ve never done that before-” You choked on a laugh as you looked at him. His lips glistened with a mixture of your saliva and they were ever so slightly swollen, and he looked at you with the softest eyes that melted your insides.

“Want to do it again?” Eddie whispered to you, already leaning in and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to welcome him into your embrace. “Absolutely.” You mumbled as his lips found yours once more.

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