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The Only Tally Mark

Ship: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: The 'You Suck' tallies are getting pretty high, but there's a girl in Scoops Ahoy who knows Robin in wrong. If she can just get the courage to open her mouth, Steve's luck is about to change.

Word Count: 7,250 words

Warnings: Robin's a bit mean, she also has no filter, pining, Steve's failed flirting attempts, blatant staring/pining, implied confession, first kiss

Note: Set pre-s4 and the day Dustin comes back, before the Russian code is cracked.

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July had only just begun in Hawkins, and you could already tell it was going to be a hot one. Less than twenty-four hours in, temperatures had already hit record-breaking highs—at least, that was according to the weatherman on the television you were sat in front of, sweating and feeling relief from the heat only when the fan beside you swiveled back toward you.

“Every July is this hot,” your father said from the kitchen, where he was drinking his second glass of water in five minutes.

“Oh, sure, but never this early,” your mother retorted. “It’s only the first, and already we’re melting out of the house.”

Sensing an irritable argument birthed from the nearly unbearable heat, you left the living room and headed up the stairs to your bedroom. You picked up the phone you’d begged your parents to let you have years ago, dialing the number of your best friend of four years: Robin Buckley, the band dweeb to your theatre kid.

It was her mom who answered the phone, several dial tones later. “Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Buckley—is Robin home?”

“Oh, hi, sweetie! She’s at work right now, her shift ends at seven.”

You stopped yourself from swearing. “Oh, right, I forgot. Thank you!”

“No problem, dear,” Mrs. Buckley said before hanging up.

You leaned against the wall. How could you have forgotten? Robin had been telling you about her new job in the mall—and the sailor’s uniform she had to wear. You’d seen her get ready for work once and had burst into giggles the moment she put the hat on her head.

You glanced at the digital clock next to your bed, checking the time. There was still several hours before the mall closed. You might as well visit Robin and abuse your friendship to get some free ice cream at the same time, right?

So you grabbed your wallet and shoved it in your pocket and bounded down the stairs.

"Hey, I'm going out!" you shouted to your parents.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" your father asked, appearing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen.

"To the mall? Robin works there and I'm going to visit."

"Don't spend too much, dear!" your mother called.

"Sure, Mom!"

You hopped in your car and headed for the mall, following the thick cluster of traffic that always lined the streets leading to the mall, passing through the streets lined with empty, hollow shops.

~❊~

The mall was crowded, as busy as it had always been since the day it opened. You pushed your way through the crowds gathered around storefronts and display windows, trying to remember which floor Scoops Ahoy was on.

You took the escalator down to the first floor and scanned the shops surrounding you. When you spotted the sign for the ice cream store, you headed toward it, maneuvering past a group of pre-teens cackling about manipulating the store's workers into giving them free samples.

There was no one at the counter when you walked in. A majority of the tables were occupied by groups of teens. As you approached the register, you could hear faint bickering from behind the pebbled glass windows, Robin's distinct voice floating out to you.

"...do the job you're supposed to do, I've been scooping so much ice cream my hand's cramped," she was saying.

You stifled a giggle and tapped your hand lightly against the bell in front of you, wincing when it was a little louder than you had been expecting.

The swing door on the left opened with a bang, revealing the back of a boy who was gesturing at Robin, who was quite literally pushing him out the door. She disappeared before you could catch her attention, and the other attendant took up his place in front of the register.

"Ahoy, sailor! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain, I'm Steve Harrington."

You blinked at him. "Is that company policy like the hat and the outfit?"

He stared at you. "I'm sorry, what?"

You shrugged. "I'm a friend of Robin's, she complains about the, and I quote, stupid company rules that make everyone look stupid."

He stared at you. You stared at him. Awkward silence settled between the two of you.

The introduction hadn't been necessary. You had spent most of your high school experience listening to Robin complain about Steve Harrington and his stupid perfect hair and his stupid easy charm and his stupid actual stupidity. The Steve she'd painted matched up perfectly with the kid you'd seen around in the halls, dressed in his ironed polo shirts and pleated khakis or that stupid basketball uniform and letterman jacket—and Nancy Wheeler on his arm.

You and Robin had watched his life crash and burn with malicious glee—and all the while you had tried to ignore that this was the very same boy you'd crushed on in middle school, and had been so shocked to find out had changed so much when you got to the high school, a year after he did.

Steve cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to the register, firmly away from you. "Um. What can I get you?"

"Uh..." Every ice cream flavor you had ever liked instantly disappeared from your head. It wasn't like the usual mind-blankness that came from being asked a question about your favorite anything. It was like your entire body had stopped, freezing in the pretty face of Steve Harrington, ridiculous as the uniform was. Especially with the hat, which Robin hadn't told you about.

The door swung open again. "Jesus, Steve, what's taking you so damn long?" Robin froze where she stood. A smile lit up her face. "What are you doing here?!"

You grinned. "Visiting!"

Robin hip-checked Steve out of the way. Steve glared at her while she grabbed the ice cream scoop from the pocket at his side.

"Jesus, do you have to be so brutal?" he snapped.

Clearly fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Robin turned back to Steve. "I'm sorry, would you please get out of the way so I can serve my best friend? Thanks," she said, her customer service smile plastered to her face.

Muttering under his breath, Steve pushed away from the counter, leaning on the sill of the window behind him. He crossed his arms, still staring resolutely at the floor.

Robin grinned at you. "I wasn't expecting you to—"

"Be here?" you finished. "I called your house before I realized you were working, so I thought I might as well come visit."

"Glad you did," she said. "You would not believe how much of a headache it is working with dingus over there."

You glanced over her shoulder at Steve, his pink lips forming a pissy pout. Oh, yeah. Still pretty, still a bitch.

"You didn't tell me you worked with him," you said under your breath.

Robin shrugged, shooting you a knowing smile. "Yeah, well, I knew you'd show up and find out for yourself eventually." Her eyes slid to the corners, as if she could see Steve sulking behind her. "We'll talk about him later. What ice cream do you want? On us."

You giggled. "How did I know you'd say that?"

She snorted. "Oh, so you're abusing our friendship for free ice cream?"

"Maybe," you said. "Just this once."

Robin rolled her eyes and grabbed an ice cream cone. "Here—I'll grab your favorite."

And, without you needing to remind her, she lowered the scoop into the tub of ice cream that you got every time the two of you had gotten ice cream after going to see a movie, back before the mall. You wondered how you could have forgotten, until you looked over Robin's shoulder again and found Steve looking up, lips parted and eyes fixed on you. The minute you caught his gaze, he blushed and looked away.

You took advantage of his embarrassment, admiring the pink in his cheeks and how he awkwardly licked his lips. He toyed with the watch on his wrist, crossed and uncrossed his legs. Was he nervous? An even better question—had you ever seen Steve Harrington nervous before?

While you studied Steve, Robin made a second cone of ice cream, a different flavor than yours.

Robin looked behind her. "Hey—man the counter, will you? I'm going on break."

Steve spluttered. "You just came back from break!"

"No, we just finished our lunch break. I still have my federally-required thirty minutes to take. So I'm gonna take 'em." She shoved the scoop at Steve's chest and stepped out from behind the counter.

The pair of you took an unoccupied table near the counter, in case she was needed.

"Should you be leaving him to do it by himself?" you asked, glancing back at Steve one last time.

"What, are you worried about him? He'll be fine," Robin said. She shrugged with a sigh. "He's...he's not as bad as we thought he was in high school. He's less of a douche now, at least."

"Just a dingus?" you asked with a smile.

She nodded. "He's still as stupid as we always thought."

You turned your attention away from Steve at toward your ice cream. "Why didn't you tell me he worked with you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let's not have that conversation while he's here, okay? For your dignity's sake. I know he's far away, but he's got impressive hearing." She shrugged. "Blame it on four years of listening for gossip, I guess."

Your gaze shifted back to Steve as he raked a hand through his hair, stretching enough for his shirt to lift. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you crossed your legs. Now that he wasn't surrounded by assholes who mocked you and Robin and your friends for their own personal entertainment, it was easier to appreciate how he'd grown into himself since middle school. Taking care of himself had made him a whole new level of handsome.

Robin giggled. "Yeah—that's why we're not gonna talk about this while he's around. You still have a thing for him, don't you?"

Steve relaxed against the countertop, fixing his hair and putting the hat back on with a scowl. You cleared your throat.

"I was hoping you'd forgotten about that."

"Me? Forget about you having the most embarrassing crush on him for years? Only to get to high school and find out he'd become a dick? Never."

You groaned. "Oh, stop rubbing it in!"

A gaggle of girls walked into the store, four of them giggling and talking and rolling their eyes. Immediately, Steve stood up a little straighter and fiddled with his uniform.

Robin snorted. "Oh, watch this. He's been failing catastrophically with every girl that walks in. I keep count."

"You keep count?"

She nodded gleeful, pointing with her chin in the direction of the counter.

"Ahoy, ladies!" Steve said, leaning on the counter. His attempt to be attractive failed dismally, however, when his hand slipped off the side and he lost both his balance and his composure for a moment.

One of the girls giggled with her friend. Steve's cheeks darkened.

"I'm Steve Harrington, I'll be your captain on this ocean of flavor. What can I get you lovely ladies today?"

You glanced at Robin. "I don't see what he's doing wrong."

"That's because this is scripted," Robin whispered back.

The first girl stepped forward. "One scoop of chocolate and one of vanilla, please."

Steve tried a debonaire smile. "Oooh, classic, I like it. I'm all for vanilla myself, you know, all the time."

You winced. "Was...was that supposed to be a double entendre?"

"Yep," Robin said, popping the p with a smirk.

"I see what you mean now," you said. The girl was making a face that said she caught Steve's drift and found it rude. Steve cleared his throat and moved on, scooping ice cream into a cone and handing it to her with a mortified whisper of "here you go." His gaze flicked over to you and Robin, at which point his mortification seemed to grow.

You watched the exchange grow steadily worse. Steve stumbled over his words and tripped over his feet and dropped an empty cone twice. Customers who had already gotten ice cream became onlookers who left, one by one, as the secondhand embarrassment grew.

"God, he's hopeless," you whispered. "Whatever happened to the Steve in high school?"

"You mean the one with a new girl on his arm every week? I'd say that stopping can be blamed on one Nancy Wheeler," Robin said.

You rolled your eyes. "While they were dating, obviously. But now? One relationship shouldn't make him incapable of flirting with a girl."

Robin watched the girls leave, snickering behind their hands. A moment later, Steve groaned, wiping a hand over his face. "You know what I think his problem is?"

"What?"

"He's trying to flirt all of them into submission, not just one girl he likes out of the group."

You nodded slowly. "Sounds about right. I mean...if he flirted with me one minute and then you the next, I don't think I'd want to jump his bones, exactly."

Robin rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? You've always wanted to jump his bones."

"That was middle school, and that was before any of us gave a shit about sex."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Robin teased. "I saw how you looked at him during gym class."

You shrugged, trying to hide your face behind your hair. Robin knew your expressions better than anyone; your embarrassment was going to be obvious the minute she caught sight of you. "It's gym class! Guys don't wear shirts ninety percent of the time, they practically invite girls to stare." Your gaze slid back to Steve, who was once again staring at the floor. His cheeks were still red, and that pretty mouth of his had once again formed a pout. "Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen him so...despondent."

"He's like that at least five times a shift," Robin said. She played with a small red plastic spoon she had pulled from her pocket. "You know... You could come work here with us. Then you'd get to see Steve every day."

"Robin, you're constantly complaining about how much you hate working your, and I quote, pitiful minimum wage job."

"Yeah, but you like Steve, and eye candy makes the day go by faster."

You swatted her arm discreetly. "Don't objectify him!"

She rolled her eyes. "Hey, Steve!"

Steve looked up so quickly you swore you heard his neck crack, even with some distance between your table and the counter. "What?"

"Come convince her to work with us!"

You glared at her. "Robin, I already have a summer job!" you protested, trying to stop your heart from racing as Steve approached the two of you. You looked anywhere but him, knowing a soft smile and a well-timed flutter of his eyelashes was all it would take for Steve to convince you to do anything he asked.

Steve pulled a chair from the other table for two next to you, spinning it unnecessarily in his hand and dragging it to the edge of your table. He straddled it, leaning his arms against the backrest. Your heart climbed into your throat.

Steve's eyes met yours and every thought melted from your brain. Brown had never been such a pretty color. Although his eyes weren't just brown, they were hazel, mottled with soft greens and blues and greys. You'd never seen such beautiful eyes before, so expressive and kind and interested and attentive and—

"Tell her why she should come work with us," Robin said, breaking your focus on Steve's eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "Robin, I already have a job," you repeated. "A job I like that pays well that I can work at year-round."

Steve snorted, shaking his head absentmindedly. "Then don't come here, that's for sure. The pay is shit, the job is just as bad, and nobody likes ice cream in the winter."

Robin glared at him. "What part of convincing her do you not understand?"

Steve shrugged, ignoring her. "But, then again, you'd get to work with Robin and you might alleviate my boredom from dealing with her all the time." He jerked his head toward Robin. "You wouldn't believe how mean to me she is."

You stifled a giggle as Robin huffed. An easy grin reminiscent of the king he once as slid across Steve's face. You felt slightly giddy, knowing you had been the one to put it there.

More people walked into the store and Robin shot to her feet. "Come on, dingus. We have a job to do." She dragged him to his feet, ignoring his hiss of complaint. He shot you an apologetic shrug as she pulled him behind the register again.

While the two of them got back to work, you sat back in your booth table and finished your ice cream. Once you were done, you discreetly snuck out of the store, leaving a note for Robin at the counter promising to call her after her shift.

As you wrote the note and taped it to the register, you failed to notice Steve pause where he was scooping ice cream to watch you, or that his gaze stayed on you until you left the store and Robin had to snap him out of his reverie.

~❊~

Though it seemed utterly impossible, the next day was even hotter than the last. You lasted all of two hours at the community pool before you got tired of the screaming children and moms flirting with Billy Hargrove and you went home.

You changed out of your bathing suit, dressing more consciously than you had since the eighth grade semi-formal. You selected your jewelry carefully before hopping in your car and heading to the mall for a second time that week.

Scoops Ahoy was significantly less busy when you walked in. Robin looked half-asleep where she stood at the counter, but she brightened when you walked in.

"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" she asked, leaning on the counter with a grin.

You shrugged. "It's hot, ice cream is a solution."

She studied you for a moment. "The pool didn't solve that?"

You scoffed. "Hell no. It's full of tiny children and middle-aged moms and girls who only go so they can take up space and stare at Billy."

"And there's no Steve there, is there?" Robin teased.

You rolled your eyes. "No," you admitted. "Or you."

Robin scooped your ice cream and passed it to you over the countertop. "He'll be back soon, his break ends in a minute. He went to go grab us food."

"He what?"

Robin shrugged. "Yeah, he does that a lot. I hate to say it, but he's actually a nice guy. I think we might have been wrong about him."

You grinned. "So I was right back in middle school! I told you."

Robin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you did." She cleared her throat. "Behind you."

You heard Steve's footsteps approaching a split second before he said, "Hey, you're back! Applying?"

Turning to face him, you snorted. "Absolutely not. I'm here for ice cream and ice cream alone."

Steve frowned. "What are we, chopped liver?" he asked, gesturing between himself and Robin.

"I'm surprised you know that phrase," Robin said.

Steve made a face. "I do know some things, Robin." He turned back to you. "I told you she's mean to me."

You laughed. "She's mean to everyone sometimes, it's nothing personal."

"Yes it is, dingus," Robin said, and you remembered she had plenty of reasons aside from Steve's years mocking her and her friends to be angry with him.

You just shrugged at him when Steve looked at you for guidance. He copied your shrug and passed Robin a plastic bag that smelled heavenly.

"If I'd known you were coming to visit, I would have gotten you something," Steve said apologetically.

"Oh, it's fine," you promised. "I've got ice cream." He smiled at you, his laughter shining through. "Honestly, I'm surprised you two don't exist off of ice cream."

"We used to," Robin said.

Steve nodded. "It got pretty tiring after a week. It's like when they told us in health class that energy from sugar doesn't last very long. Or something like that."

Robin squinted at him. "You can't remember enough of high school to get to college, but you can remember health class?"

"I remembered enough to graduate," Steve mumbled, cheeks turning pink once again. You were starting to get used to Steve's embarrassment. It was as cute as he always was.

"Stay and eat with us," Robin said, turning back to you. "I'll split my fries with you. You did remember the fries, didn't you, dingus?"

"Of course I remembered the fries," Steve snorted. He dropped the Closed for lunch! sign on the counter and held the swinging door open for you. You thanked him as you walked by, aware of his eyes following you.

You sat in the seat Robin pulled out for you and finished your ice cream before stealing some of the previously offered fries.

"I think we're closing early, Robin," Steve said, glancing out the cracked window. "We've had, what, three people all day?"

"Four if you count the Radio Shack employee across the way," Robin said. "But I don't, because they get it for free."

You frowned. "Do I not count as a customer because you give me ice cream for free?"

Steve shook his head a bit too quickly. "No, you count, Robin just doesn't like the Radio Shack employees."

"Because they're rude," she complained. "They complain about everything and change their minds three times—but always after you've already started scooping, and even when you're done, they don't like it!"

"Sounds like a regular day in customer service," you said, feigning cheerfulness.

"Yeah, a shitty day," Robin said.

"Where do you work?" Steve asked. "I don't think I've ever asked."

"The record store down on Main," you said.

"You know, the one I said I had been planning on working at," Robin said. "But Scoops hired faster."

"Maybe we should switch jobs," Steve muttered.

Robin snorted. "Yeah, like that'll go over well."

"The store won't hire more people, anyway," you cut in. "It got rid of most of the staff, especially the new people, to cut costs because of the mall."

"Is there a record store in here?" Steve asked.

"No, but there is a Sam Goody and a Camelot Music in the mall. We used to have a partnership with the Sam Goody on Main, but then it closed due to the mall, and we started losing business to the one in the mall." You sighed. "I hear about it all the time. It's all the owner ever talks about these days."

Steve munched on a fry, staring at you as you spoke. His eyes were stuck firmly on you. You tried not to squirm under his intense gaze.

Robin leaned back in her chair. "One of these days, I'm gonna visit you at work instead."

You rolled your eyes. "If you ever have a day off," you said.

"Kinda hard to have a day off when we're the only two working here," Steve said.

You nodded. "The constant problem of being short staffed."

"That would be solved if you just came and worked here," Robin muttered into her wrap. You rolled your eyes again, stealing another one of her fries.

"No, Robin."

Robin harrumphed and took a bite of her sandwich more viciously than twas strictly required.

Steve faked a pout. "You just really don't like us, do you?"

"She doesn't," Robin agreed, smirking. You knew that smirk; she was going to do her best to guilt trip you—using Steve, which was perhaps the only way to guilt you into doing what she wanted.

You rolled your eyes. "It's got nothing to do with you, I promise."

"Ouch," they said in unison.

You frowned. "What are you, the same person?"

They both shrugged.

"Alright, that's just weird," you sighed. You glanced down at your watch. "How long does your lunch break last?"

"Thirty minutes. Why?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "Wouldn't want you to get fired because I'm here distracting you."

Steve propped his head up on his hand. Stray curls of hair fell into his face. Your heart twisted in your chest. He was beautiful. How could he be so beautiful?

Robin watched as you and Steve stared at each other. You were aware of her gaze bouncing back and forth between the two of you, observing the way you were melting under his gaze, your lips parting the longer he looked at you, the barriers you'd put up slowly crumbling. Steve was no better, staring at you with open, asking eyes. He moistened his lower lip with his tongue and it took everything in you not to whimper.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the look on Robin's face—the look of disgust that crossed her face every time she was disgusted by public affection from straight couples. Your heart did flips at the sight of her expression.

"Would you guys stop that?" she groaned, getting up from her seat.

"Doing what?" Steve asked, still looking at you. You tore your eyes away from him and back to the half-empty container of fries.

"Making eyes at each other," she said. Steve spluttered, instantly losing the lovey look in his eyes.

"Making eyes— Robin, what are you talking about?"

You cleared your throat. "Hey, um, what's the board for?" You hoped your question would steer the conversation away from the feeling bubbling in your chest at the sight of Steve.

Steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

"I told you I was keeping score of Steve's failing dating life. This is my scoreboard."

You nearly choked. "You keep track of it on a whiteboard at work?!" You looked at the neatly drawn board, the 'You Rule' and 'You Suck' columns divided by a line.

"Actually, I have to put the one from yesterday on here."

Steve groaned again, cheeks burning very red. He looked like he wanted to crawl under the table and stay there.

You watched her add a line. "Robin..."

"She's right, I suck," Steve sighed. "My luck's been pretty shit recently."

"You don't suck, she's just being mean," you said. You sent her a look, shaking your head slightly. She just shrugged.

"You don't have to be nice about it," he said. "I know how bad I am at this. I haven't gotten laid in months."

"Okay, too much information, Steve," you said with a little laugh.

"Oh, so this suddenly isn't a safe place to talk about all our life troubles?" he teased.

You laughed fully. He smiled, and the room seemed to light up with the glow emanating from him.

"Get a room," Robin groaned.

Steve turned around. "I'm not flirting, Robin!"

"Yeah, right," Robin smirked. "It's just working this time."

You coughed. "I, um, I have to go."

They both turned back to you, as if they'd forgotten that you were even there.

"Shit, hang on," Steve started, but Robin cut him off.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that—" Robin said, realizing she'd practically told Steve you liked him.

"Yeah, right, I know, I just have, uh..." You fumbled for an excuse for a minute. "I have to go drive a friend home! I'll call you later, Robs!" You rushed out the swinging door just as the bell at the counter rang.

Steve pushed his hands through his hair. "Shit."

"Oh, no," Robin whispered. "Steve, ignore that, ignore all of that, I screwed up, I shouldn't have said anything, she's going to be so pissed. It's just that she's liked you since middle school and it's gotten worse now that you're not a douchebag—" Robin clapped a hand over her mouth.

"I won't tell her you said that," Steve said quietly. "Oh, Jesus, Robin..."

"I'm sorry—"

"Stop apologizing to me," Steve said. "If you hadn't said anything, I never would have realized."

Robin made a face. "See, that's why you suck, not because you're bad at flirting with girls. You've just been flirting with the wrong ones, because you're oblivious of the ones that actually like you."

Steve was quiet for a moment. "Yeah. Thanks for pointing that out." He peered out the window, watching you leave the mall, wiping at your eyes and pushing your hair out of your eyes.

Simultaneously, Steve and Robin whispered, "Shit."

At the counter, Erica Sinclair tapped the bell again. "Hello? I want some samples!"

They shouted, "Shut up!"

Steve slammed the glass doors shut.

~❊~

Steve unlocked his front door, stepped inside his house, and put his back to the closed door. He slid down the door with a heavy sigh.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath. All he had been able to see since you left Scoops was your stricken face, horrified and embarrassed that Robin had spilled your biggest secret. (Which Robin had told him after, in bits and pieces, while they closed up the store.)

Steve couldn't believe it. How had he never noticed? Granted, he hadn't been the most observant for, well, the majority of his life. And his middle school years had been fairly dull, unmemorable. But wouldn't have noticed if you—you, out of everyone in Hawkins Middle—had been crushing on him?

To his utter shame, the most Steve remembered of you in middle school was how you had been a good friend to him, long before any of his high school friends knew who he was, and that he'd ditched you once he got to high school. You'd helped him study a few times, too. He wasn't sure what year it was, but he knew you'd helped him pass both English and History in the same year.

He'd shared a handful of classes with you, too, when classes had been so small they'd mixed grades. Sixth grade science, when the two of you had worked on a minor chemical project together. In seventh grade, you'd had two classes together. Gym, which had been downright brutal so early in the morning, especially when the teachers split up the teams as boys against girls. He remembered you had gotten nailed in the head with a basketball once, and that he'd been asked by your teacher to take you to the nurse. Then there had been math class, where he'd sat behind you, asking you questions and begging you to explain the concepts he didn't understand—even though you didn't understand it much more than he did. Eighth grade history, where Steve had done a presentation on his grandfather's experience in the World War, and you had been the only to actually raise your hand to ask a question.

Steve got up from the door and went up to his bathroom, stripping out of his uniform to take a shower. While the water soaked his hair and skin, warming him up, Steve's mind turned back to you—not that it had ever really left you.

You had been his first crush. Well, his first real crush. You'd been pretty, even when you were young and curious and a year younger than he was. Most of his friends had said that the younger girls were cute, but embarrassing to like. So Steve hid that he liked you. It wasn't until Nancy in high school, when it became cool, that he dated anyone younger than himself.

He wished he'd said something to you then. Would it have saved him a world of hurt? Or would it just have been an even worse broken heart waiting for him?

Steve recalled the way you had looked at him earlier, your eyes practically sparkling and your lips stretching into a gorgeous, content smile. It had stopped his heart to know that he was the reason you looked so happy, that he had brought that smile to your lips and that he had made those smile lines around your eyes appear and that he had been the reason your pupils were blown wide.

Steve shut off the shower and pulled on a new pair of boxers, flopping onto his bed with a content sigh, which matched the happy smile on his face.

You liked him.

Feeling like a teenage girl, Steve rolled until he could hide an excited squeal in his pillow.

You liked him again.

Steve was certain that's what made him so giddy. You'd liked him before he'd become King Steve, before the popularity made him interesting—and you liked him again, now that he'd changed and learned and grown up. Now that he'd learned to be himself without a care in the world for anyone else's opinion.

It was like redemption, but it felt so much better than that.

A sudden feeling overwhelmed Steve.

The next time he saw you, he needed to tell you how he felt about you. He needed to make it clear that Robin's slip-up had not ruined the slow banter, the friendship the two of you had been dancing around.

Resolved, his thoughts stopped spinning. He turned off the lamp on his nightstand and shut his eyes.

Please come back tomorrow, he thought, before falling into a gentle sleep, full of dreams of romanticized meetings, confessions, and kisses.

~❊~

You avoided Scoops for several days, choosing to tough out the warm weather in the overcrowded community pool until your mortification subsided. Robin had called repeatedly to assure you Steve wasn't weirded out or annoyed or embarrassed by your crush on him. In fact, she almost made it sound as if he was pleased by it.

But you still couldn't make yourself go to Scoops Ahoy. Even the mental image of walking in and seeing Steve's face twist with some kind of disgust made your stomach twist.

But a girl could only take so much of Billy Hargrove. So, after nearly a week, you drove to the mall instead of the pool. It still took you nearly ten minutes to force yourself out of your car.

You had thought seeing Steve and Robin in their sailor uniforms had been strange, but there was a far stranger sight directly ahead of you: Robin at the counter, staring in absolute confusion, and Steve jumping with joy at the sight of the small child in the front of the store.

"Henderson!" Steve's smile was huge. The sight made you smile, albeit a bit more confused. "Henderson! He's back, he's back!"

"I'm back! You got the job!"

"I got the job!"

And then, just when you thought this strange scene could not get any weirder, Steve mimed playing a trumpet and both he and the child did a strange miming handshake, giggling all the while.

Robin leaned forward. "How many children are you friends with?"

Steve's overjoyed smile slipped from his face. He gestured to Robin with a strained look on his face, as if he were signaling See what I have to deal with?

"You mean there's more children?" you asked, walking up to them with a shy smile, almost embarrassed to make your return. Your stomach dipped as Steve turned to you, but his smile was back.

"Hey, you're back!" Steve said. "I thought we'd never see you again!"

You shrugged. "Yeah, well, I got tired of Billy flirting with me."

"Max's brother?" the child asked.

You stared at him. "I don't know who that is. Or who you are, actually."

"Oh, I'm—"

"This is Dustin," Steve interrupted. "Dustin Henderson. He's, uh, he's one of my friends." He went behind the counter and started making an ice cream sundae.

You gave Dustin your name and offered him your hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"How do you know Steve?" Dustin asked.

At the same time, both you and Steve pointed to Robin. She waggled her fingers at him.

"I'm going on break," Steve said, handing the sundae to Dustin. "Your turn to man the counter. Come on, Dustin, my treat!"

The two of them slipped into a booth. You leaned against the countertop with a heavy sigh.

"There's like...five or six of them," Robin said. "Kids, I mean. That he's friends with."

"Jesus," you muttered. "How old are these kids?"

"Like...thirteen, maybe?"

"Oh, boy."

Robin giggled. "Looks like you gotta share your man with children now."

You choked. "He's— He's not my man, Robin!" you hissed, your entire body burning. You glanced at Steve, but he was too engrossed in whatever story Dustin was telling him.

"But that's why you're here, isn't it?" Robin asked. "You came back because you're ready to talk to him again, knowing that you like him and he likes you."

You glanced over at Steve. While you observed him, Robin slipped out from behind the counter, quietly humming to herself as she worked.

"Yeah, I mean, sure," he was saying to Dustin. "It's not really a good idea for me though, gotta keep in shape for the ladies." Was it just your imagination, or did his eye stray over toward you?

"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin teased.

"Ignore her," Steve said quickly.

"She seems cool," Dustin said.

"She's not," Steve said, even quicker. "But, uh, the girl you just met? She's cool. She's really cool." A smile tugged at your lips. You pushed it away as you looked down at the floor, completely missing Steve's lovestruck glance toward you.

Dustin, however, missed nothing, and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really, Steve?"

Steve cleared his throat. "Anyway. So, uh, where are the other knuckleheads?"

"They ditched me yesterday," Dustin said.

"No," Steve said, his face falling. Your heart squeezed at the sight of his empathy. The Steve from high school never would have cared about a kid whose friends had abandoned him, but this Steve did.

"My first day back! Can you believe that shit?"

"Whoa, seriously?!" Steve demanded, incredulous. Your heart warmed once again.

You turned back to Robin. "In answer to your earlier question," you said under your breath, "yes, that is exactly what I'm here to do."

She giggled. "I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" She paused. "Was Billy Hargrove really flirting with you?"

You nodded. "I guess he doesn't really care about high school social status, as long as he gets laid." You shuddered. "I've never felt more objectified in my life, and I pranced around on stage in fishnets and a bodysuit in front of the entire school last year during Chicago!"

"I'm still convinced that was our best show," Robin said.

"I'd like to know how we got the rights to it," you snorted.

"I'd like to know how we convinced Principal Higgins to let us perform it."

You snorted. "Yeah. Has anybody heard anything about next year's shows?"

"Nothing yet," Robin said.

You harrumphed, your gaze sliding back to Steve and Dustin and found them talking in hushed tones. Steve's face was fixed into an expression of embarrassed confusion.

"Oh, got customers, hang on," Robin said, and served them while you moved off to the side, watching Dustin speak behind his hand. Steve just blinked at him and told him to speak up.

"I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Dustin said, far too loudly.

The entire store went quiet. You and Robin exchanged a glance.

"Jesus, shhhh!" Steve hissed. "Yeah, okay, that's what I thought you said."

Business as normal resumed and Robin's customers headed for their own table.

You cleared your throat. "Well, I guess I should head out—"

"No, no, no, wait! What about Steve?"

"He's busy, Robs," you said, gesturing to him. Your stomach did flips at the cute, teasing little expression on his pretty face as you caught him saying American heroes. You weren't sure you wanted to know what mischief they were getting into. "I'll just...come back tomorrow."

Robin sighed. "Fine. As long as you let me play matchmaker!"

You rolled your eyes. "You've been doing that for the past, what, four years?"

"Yeah, but this time I might actually be successful!"

You shook your head with a smile. "Catch you later, Robin. Bye, Steve!" you added as you walked past.

Steve's head snapped up. He scrambled up from his seat at the booth. "Hey, wait, wait, where are you going?" He caught your arm and your eyes darted to his fingers on you. Every possible excuse was wiped from your head. "I thought you were gonna stay and...hang out for a little while."

You smiled apologetically. "Yeah, I was going to, but your friend just came back, so I figured I'd just come back another time. So you don't have to...divide your already divided attention, y'know?" You gestured back to the counter.

Though there was understanding in Steve's eyes, he still looked disappointed. "Oh...um... Would you—" He cleared his throat, his cheeks gaining a deep pink shade. "Would you maybe wanna hang out together—" He stopped again. "Would you wanna go on a date? With me? Sometime?"

You couldn't stop the smile that stretched across your face. "When?"

"Oh, you know, whenever you want? If you want to, I mean."

You stopped his rambling with a finger against his lips. His eyes widened. "I want to, Steve. I really, really want to. I always have."

He beamed. "Really?"

"Really," you promised. You patted his chest. "Even in this stupid little uniform."

He laughed. "What do you say to...two days from now? Meet me here at the end of my shift so Robin can make fun of us like always—" You laughed with him. "—and then we can go see a movie?" His thumb caressed the skin of your arm. That single touch alone sent butterflies through your stomach, not to mention the beautiful, sappy look in his eyes.

"I'd like that," you said. "I'd like that a lot."

"And, um, if you'd like, there's a little dinner about ten minutes from here with awesome milkshakes we could go to after."

You beamed. "Oh, Steve."

"Yeah?"

"You're absolutely perfect," you said to him, cupping his cheek and smoothing your fingers over his skin. He hummed happily. "Steve?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I... Do you... Can we kiss? I know it's soon, it's just... I've wanted this for a long time."

Steve beamed. He leaned in, cupping the back of your head and pulling you into him. His lips touched yours, and you swore your body crackled with electricity. A feeling similar to pins and needles, but far more pleasant, spread throughout you.

He made to pull away. You brought both your hands to his cheeks and held him to you, kissing him for all you were worth.

In the booth, Dustin's mouth dropped open. A grin spread across his face.

At the counter, Robin, who couldn't see the kiss but saw your hands slide into Steve's hair, pulled out her whiteboard and added a singular tally into the 'You Rule' column.

She glanced back at you and Steve. Steve had broken the kiss to tug you close to him, hugging you to his chest. You twisted your hand into his hair, smiling over his shoulder, your eyes closed against the rest of the world.

Robin grinned; she guessed the 'You Suck' tallies didn't matter anymore. Steve had found the one his charm worked on.

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sturniozo · 5 months

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Tutor Part Two

AN: You guys seemed to like the first one so here’s a part two!

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I haven’t been this nervous driving since my dad was first teaching me to drive. I pull into the parking lot of the Subway restaurant and shut off my car. The pit in my stomach deepens and I wipe my damp hands on my jeans.

Chris unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the passenger side door, but stops and looks at me, concerned. “You good?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah.” I say although I’m sure even Chris can hear my heart beating a million times a second.

“You don’t look good.”

“Wow, thanks.” I say sarcastically.

“No I mean, you always look good, but right now you just look like you’re about to throw up.” He closes the passenger side door and situates himself back into the passenger seat.

I blush deeply when he says I always look good. I try to brush it off and think about something else.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with so we can get back to studying.”

“Get this over with?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want to get food?”

“I’m fine with the food part it’s just… talking to the workers in there…”

“But… don’t you work part time as a waitress?” Chris asks me.

That is true. Almost as soon as I turned 16 I got a job as a waitress at a restaurant near my house. I’ve only had the job for a few months and it’s already helped with my anxiety so much. But I still get anxious when shopping or ordering food in any form.

“It’s alright, I got you. My brother Matt has anxiety too. I can just order for you if you’d like. Tell me what you want and I’ll be right back with it.” Chris smiles at me and puts his hand over mine. My heart races. His hand is on mine. Oh god I bet he can feel how damp my hands are. He probably thinks I’m weird and gross now.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks and I snap out of my thought.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” I say while a soft blush creeps up my cheeks. I tell Chris my usual order and he leaves to go get it for me.

While I’m alone in my car, I get a text from Nick.

Little Nicky 😈 - How’s studying going?

Me - We took a little detour. Chris swears he’ll study if we went and got food so that’s what we’re doing now.

Little Nicky 😈 - he’s tricking you. He’s not gonna study.

Me - I could have guessed that.

Chris returns with bag in hand with our subs. He sets them down in the backseat and places our drinks in the cup holders.

“Well, they were out of doctor pepper so it’s not a full ‘graveyard’ but I did the best I could.” He buckles his seatbelt.

“Thank you.” I smile softly at him.

“No problem. Not let’s get back to your house, eat, then study.”

“Yes, let’s do that.” I say as I start the car.

“Of course, it’s a nice day out. We could fine a park or find some parking lot and eat there instead.” Chris suggests not-so-slyly.

“You’re just going to come up with new ways to not study aren’t you?” I ask.

“You got me. Now let’s go, the back parking lot of the mall is almost always empty.”

“We’re going back to my house to eat and study, Chris. That was the deal.”

“New deal?”

“No new deal.”

“You’re pretty demanding. Why do you want me to study so bad anyways?” He asks and sips on his drink.

“It’s a favor for Nick.” I shrug.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. That’s all.”

“Wow. So it’s got nothing to do with me at all? I thought we were friends.” Chris puts on an exaggerated pot with puppy eyes.

“Well. I guess we are. We’ve known each other for four years so I’d say we’re at least a little bit friends.”

Chris smiles. “Then as my friend, will you drive to the malls back parking lot and park there so we can eat?”

I blink. I take a deep breath and look at him. “That was manipulative as fuck.”

Chris shrugs. “I promise we’ll study after we go eat.”

I sigh and lean my head down and press my forehead against the steering wheel.

“The longer you stall the soggier the bread on your sub will be from your mayo.” Chris says. I laugh softly and roll my eyes. I put the car in gear and start driving out of the Subway parking lot.

“Are you going to the mall?” Chris asks.

“Yeah.”

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Chris laughs.

And the butterflies are back.

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QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.”

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well.

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings.

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf.

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.”

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded.

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.”

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.”

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people.��

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted.

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it.

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit.

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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holymountdias · 1 year

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Jealousy

Hakim Ziyech x (fem)reader

Summary: One of Hakim's men gets a bit friendly with you and he doesn't like it

Word count: 6542

Notes: fluff, smutt

knock knock

"Who is it?"

You open the door slightly, just so you can slip your head through the gap and look at your fiance Hakim who was sitting behind his desk, as he currently was having a meeting with some men that looked unfamiliar to you. Hakim held a serious yet angry expression on his face, probably expecting one of his men to be behind the door but his features immediately softened when he saw that it's you.

"Hey it's me, sorry to interrupt, can I talk to you for a second" your tell him softly, feeling slightly awkward that you disturbed them.

He immediately gets up from his desk and excuses himself as he follows you outside his office. Oncw the door closes behind him, he slowly reaches out to hold you by the waist while his eyes are searching for yours, in his effort to figure out wether something wrong has happened to you. Like always you can't suppress your smile when he does small things like this; feeling your chest swell from all the sweet feelings this man gives to you on the daily.

"Is something wrong?" he asks quietly as he lifts up his hand to push a strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

"No, nothing wrong" you chuckle a little at his worried expression "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to the mall so that you don't get worried if you don't find me here." you answer honestly.

A small sigh falls past through his lips, feeling uncomfortable with the fact that you wanted to go out while he is busy and won’t be able to accompany you to make sure of your protection. Usually, back when your relationship was still a secret he would just have some of his men follow you around wherever you went, but now that you had gotten engaged and every enemy of his knew about you, your life was in constant danger so he was even more worried about your protection when you are in public.

You know how dangerous Hakim's daily life is and what danger your life was brought in once you agreed to marry him but you want to risk it all because he proved you many times that he is worth it. So you complied with his wish to be more restricted at home, at least for the first few months. Nevertheless he knows that he can't just deprive you of your freedom and it's been a few weeks since you last left the house and you needed some fresh air.

After a few seconds of thinking, he brushes off his anxious thoughts and nods at your words before kissing your forehead softly.

"But I'm going to have my men come with you to make sure nothing happens to you." he tells you in a serious tone this time but you honestly can’t even notice since his hands keep touching you affectionately in every way he could think of.

"Yeah, I don't mind, at least Rudi will be there and he is always fun to hang out with" you let out a small giggle as you thought of Hakim's second in command.

He always does funny things while watching over you. When you first met him he was mostly quiet and would have a blank expression on his face, which made you very uncomfortable and low-key afraid of him since you didn't know him, but thankfully he trusted you enough to show you his true self eventually, although your serious relationship with his boss and also best friend helped a lot with that as well.

You then notice how Hakims face turns into a frown. "Rudi has some business to deal with sweetheart I'm sorry, but none of the rest of the men will talk to you or make you uncomfortable in the slightest way. I will tell them to give you some space, while you do your shopping so that you can enjoy more of yourself there." He replies while cupping your face to bring your slightly frowned face closer to his. "I'm sorry, baby I wish I could come with you but i have these bastards to deal with and it will take some time."

You press your lips together to hold your laugh back as you shake your head to reassure him that you are fine with it. "No, it's alright, I promise" you tell him softly, as your hands are playing with the buttons on his shirt.

He then moves one of your hands towards his face to kiss the back of it before interlocking your fingers but doesn't really stop there as he quickly leans into you to press his lips against yours passionately this time.

You smile into the kiss and your lips respond with the same desire. Your heads tilt, yearning to get more of each other in seconds with your tongues swirling together. You nibble and bite onto his lower lip as your hands are wondering all over his torso when they finally land on top of his belt which you soon pull forward in order to make his body crash completely against yours.

Hakim groans into your mouth feeling his cock harden by your sudden move. He feels intoxicated at that moment, having all of you against him as he tastes and sucks on your tongue and lips; he wants to have you right then and there but before he can make any other move, he feels your palms on his chest pushing him back and breaking the kiss between you too.

Deep breaths start escaping you both while trying to recover from the luck of oxygen due to your heated moement but Hakim soon proceeds to kiss you again which you prevent by placing your finger on his lips. You feel his mouth moving under your touch and notice how it has shifted into a smirk when he then takes a hold of your hand and pecks the back of it once again.

"Dont be late" he says with a serious voice while he is eyeing you like a hunter would his prey.

"Yes Sir" you answer him teasingly while you are looking him straight in the eyes and you can see how much that name affects him everytime you use it.

"Get ready, my men will be waiting for you outside with the car. Kepa will be the one that comes with you at all places so if you need something you tell him or call me if something is wrong" you nodded in agreement and you peck his lips one more time before you leave him.

When you finally step out of the mansion you come into view with two black cars parked right in front of the mansion's stairs and a young man in a suit leaning against the front car who you soon realize is staring at you. You quickly go down the stairs and stand in front of him as he quickly greets you formally.

"Are you ready to leave miss?"he asks you politely and you hum in agreement while smiling lightly. He soon guides you inside the car and after getting in himself in the passengers seat the car starts moving.

The walk in the shopping center ended up being quite nice. After so many weeks of staying inside the house, it felt good to be out. You knew that Hakim is only doing it for your protection and you trust him with your life, but now that you finally went out, you can't imagine yourself being locked up inside again, so you make a mental note to talk to Hakim about it.

Kepa surprisingly was a nice addition to your little trip as well. Sure, he isn't the most talkative person; he will address you only when you speak to him first, which you suspect that is because of Hakim's orders, but it's definitely better than being all alone or in the worst case homebound.

He was really respectful too; he was always leaving you enough room to do things on your own, his presence didn't make you feel restricted either, like the way of having someone above your head watching your every move as if you were about to do something wrong. In general you enjoyed being a part of the outside world once again and what made you more excited about it, is the new clothes and especially the new set of lingerie that you got to buy.

When you finally decide to go home, it was the early hours of the afternoon, which you surely aren't mad about as you spent almost half of your day shopping, but you knew someone who probably is. Kepa is quick to take care of your bags in the car and you are soon back on the road on your way home.

Once you arrive he opens your side door to guide you out of the vehicle, but right when you step out, you move around to get your bags from the seats. While slightly bending forward, you feel Kepa's body right behind you; one of his hands is placed right behind your waist while he moves your hands away from the bags with his other one.

"Allow me, Miss" you hear him say right next to you, but you couldn't really move to look at him at that moment, your positions left no gap between you too while he had his hand on your waist. You didn't know if you should move or not, too afraid that somehow you are going to end up in more awkward position but thankfully he was fast enough to grab everything and move out of your way.

You stand up straight again with a flustered expression on your face which doesn't go unnoticed by Kepa who immediately frowns at the thought that he made you uncomfortable by his action. It isn't just the fact that Hakim would probably have his head stuck on a pole if he knew about it, but also that he really likes you as a person and the thought of him doing something wrong towards you doesn't sit well with him.

"I'm really sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should have probably waited until you moved away first."

You immediately shake your head in disagreement "Oh no no, it's alright, I was just a bit surprised that's all, I promise" you try to assure him and after nodding at you he starts heading up the stairs while carrying your bags. You walk alongside him but the atmosphere feels too awkward at that moment and you feel guilty for it so you decide to do something.

As you walk up the stairs you elbow his arm playfully in order to catch his attention and he turns to look at you in wonder. "You should call me by my name more, I hate it when people talk to me formally, it's annoying and it makes me feel old" you chuckle lightly but you notice how his brows are furrowed as if he is thinking what you mean but soon his eyes widen in realization making him stop in his tracks

"Fuck, oh shoot, I'm really sorry Miss, I shouldn't have called you by your name. Boss would kill me if he knew." he says anxiously while catching up with you on the stairs again. "Well that's true, but I won't tell him." you say playfully hoping that it will help easing out the uncomfortable atmosphere between you two.

When you finally reach the top of the stairs you grab his arm lightly to make him turn around to look at you. "But honestly Kepa you should call me Y/n when we are alone, I prefer it and it will be our little secret, Hakim won't know," you assure him with a smile but before he could answer you, the front door of the mansion opens only to reveal Hakim in all his glory.

A hard expression on his face as he takes a look at the pair of you, which made both Kepa and yourself feel uneasy due to the conversation you were just having.

Could Hakim have heard your conversation?

Leaving Kepa's side, you approach your fiance, leaning into him to give him a hug and a kiss, like you always do when you welcome him home, but now it is the other way round. Your eyebrows furrow and you look up at him with a puzzled expression on your face when you don't feel his hands on the small of your back. But when you spot where his gaze still is, you pull back from him, your hands touching his face and bringing it down to yours to peck his lips but he doesn't budge either.

Kepa feels the murderous stare of his boss and he can sense better than anything that Hakim had heard the conversation and even worse saw the incident back in the car. Even if his intentions were nothing but innocent, to anyone looking at them at that moment it seemed way more intimate than that, and he knows very very well that no one is allowed to go near his boss' fiance unless it is strictly for safety reasons or if his boss is present, but still you are something like a forbidden fruit around the house for everyone else apart from Hakim of course.

Your voice is hushed when you pinch his chin between your thumb and index finger, ''Baby, look at me''.

Hakim's eyes meet yours but you don't miss the smirk on his face when he looks back at Kepa's way, then back to your eyes before he leans closer to your face, nudging your nose with his and connecting your lips together. The kiss leaves you breathless and his hand is traveling dangerously close to your bum. Hakim has made it clear from the start that he isn't a huge fan of PDA, even him being openly affectionate with you in front of others is a no go, so this kiss in front of his head of security felt odd. His hands flank your hips and pulls you flash against him as his tongue parts your lips and inserts your mouth.

You softly moan against his mouth when you feel his hand close around your neck and apply pressure to the sides of it and at that moment you pull back from him before you get carried away; your eyes search for Kepa just as he passes you both and makes his way up the stairs.

''That was rude Hakim'' you scolded him but he doesn't respond to you, only looks at you with narrowed eyes and then leaves you standing there all alone and confused. He knows that you will follow him and that's what he wants; to lure you into his office so that he can put his plan into action. You on the other hand are furious with his attitude, first the nasty glare towards Kepa and now him pulling some kind of silent game towards you. Whatever it is you can just talk it out and that is you plan.

You follow him into his office and after shutting the door behind you, you watch him sitting back in his office chair with his hands behind his head in a relaxing way and then looking back at you.

"Hakim what was that back there?" you ask him furiously as you folded your arms.

"Strip" he demands with no hesitation and your brows immediately furrow in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't like repeating myself sweetheart, I said strip" he replies seriously once again as he lowers his hands on top of the arms of his chair. His stare is blank but holds something dangerous in it too; the same expression he always uses as the leader of his mafia. You can't read behind it though and you don't know wether that is making your body burn with excitement or fear of what's about to come. You know that he won't hurt you, that is not going to be questioned; damn how could he when he worships the ground you walk on and so do you for him, but you were so lost that you don't know what to expect at this moment.

"No, this isn't some game for you to play, there is obviously a problem and we should discuss it" you tell him while moving right in front of his desk.

You see him smirking at you before he stands up from his chair and nears where you stand so that you have no room to escape from him. He grips your chin to raise your face a bit closer to his as he looks at you with a burning gaze.

"You want to talk ? Let's talk, but first you strip or this won't end well for the boy" he tells you calmly and your eyes widen in sock instantly knowing that he is referring to Kepa.

You hesitate for a second but soon decide to give in to his request. Hakim would never hurt any of his men without a serious reason for it like betrayal, but you still don't want to take any risks, especially regarding the life of someone who has done nothing wrong; although it seems like Hakim has quite an opposite opinion on it. You know that this is just a game for him to prove something to you, with the only difference that now he is threatening the life of one of his men, which is why you are now in only your lacey underwear with your fiance eyeing you with desire.

His hungry gaze wanders all over your semi naked figure as you stand right in front of him, your bodies almost touching and you looking at him straight in the eyes boldly, waiting, asking for his next move.

"Good girl" he whispers and your jaw clenches both mad at him for whatever game he was pulling but also at yourself because you knew that his plan was low-key working. You could feel yourself getting wet under his gaze already, but those three words were the last thing your pussy needed to start throbbing, asking to be touched by him.

He smirks noticing the affect he holds on you and suddenly grabs you tightly by the hips and has you facing the desk in a second while slightly bending you forward. You gasp, being taken aback by his sudden move and because of the feeling of his bulge though his pants being pushed against your lower back. You cant move a single inch as he has one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other one is on your neck, tugging your head backwards and onto one of his shoulders.

You can sense his steady breathing on the side of your neck while he is slowly trailing his nose on your bare skin causing you to rub yourself unconsciously on him. A devilish smirk appears on him before he leaves a soft kiss on that spot on your neck that he knows it drives you crazy and like always, a moan escapes you from all the teasing. His lips are now close to your ear when he groans deeply as he presses his bottom forward. Your mouth falls open as a silent cry comes out, your eyes close, focusing entirely on everything Hakim was doing to you while his erected member was assaulting you from behind.

"Now we talk" he whispers right beside you and then lowers his hand to cup your ass.

"Hakim please" you plead as you can feel your panties getting wet from your arousal.

"First mistake, I asked you to not be late and what did you do?" you don't answer immediately too busy clenching your pussy around nothin, your body aching under the feverish feeling, needing even the smallest relief. Your body jerks once Hakim slap you ass cheek with force, not liking your silent state and you moan in reaction.

"I asked you something love, and I expect an answer from you" he says in a deep tone and this time you don't hesitate to reply.

"I was late Sir" you reply to him, almost whispering. Your mind fighting against the intoxicating feeling around your body, trying to get your head straight. You are lost and even though you don't like to admit it, Hakim has you where he wants, wrapped around him or at least for you hopefully soon to be.

His starts caressing your redden asscheek to ease the stinging feeling that still lingered on you naked flesh. The gesture was so simple yet so sinful at the same time; you knew it's his way of rewarding you, his small praise for your obedience and you are obsessed with it.

"2nd mistake, you let him touch you" he says following with another hard slap on your other ass cheek.

"You know, I saw what happened in the car and I'm not pleased with either of you love, so you are both going to face your consequences" he takes a pause before continuing "starting with you" that's the last thing he says and you are suddenly forced down onto the desk with your front resting on it's surface while he is holding both your hands against your back. Your burning skin is now confronted with the cold temperature from the furniture.

His hand is traveling down your body cupping your sweet drenched clothing before slipping it inside to place it on your desperate center.

"So wet for me" he whispers and you moan out in response

His hand is spreading your wetness as he rubs your clit slowly. You moan from the pleasure and your hands tighten into fists aching to feel his fingers inside you already. You are so impatient that you shamelessly part your legs apart more to give him more room and proceed to move your hips to grind on his fingers urging him to do more. A slap comes onto your cunt and you gasp from both pain and pleasure as your body jolts upwards.

"You are so fucking spoiled, keep still or else I'm leaving you like this" you hear him from behind you and you twist your head to the front; your forehead now resting on the desk with your eyes closed, biting down on your lip as you moan in dissatisfaction.

His thumb starts teasing your slit again when he finally slides two fingers inside your slick walls and you immediately clench around them. It feels like a dream come true feeling your hole being filled and you cry out from the intoxicating feeling; your mind wonder to the moment his thick cock will be inside you. You are so turned on, your wetness is dripping down to your thighs as Hakim is thrusting his digits in and out.

He adds a third finger as your walls tighten around them all before he quickens his pace, triggering your orgasm. Right when you are about to reach your climax Hakim retreats his fingers denying you the pleasure and you moan loudly in protest.

"3rd mistake, you let him speak informally to you" you feel him walk away from you and the only sound being in the room is your uneasy breathing due to your arousal.

“stand back up and face me” you hear his delicious voice a moment later and you obey immediately hoping to get some kind of reward sooner as your body is burning up for his touch; yet you are met with a blank expression once again, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows while having his hands inside his pockets. From that moment you knew that you weren’t getting anything from him; his relaxed state is annoying you the least you can say considering how much worked up he’s got you to be.

“take off your panties and lay back on the desk”

“what’s in it for me?” you talk back as your sexual frustration is getting into your head. He already denied you an orgasm and clearly he ain’t going to give you anything just appease his ego for whatever he is playing to you.

He chuckles in amusement and tilts his head in interest “sweetheart you are in no position to be asking for anything as far as talking back like you are right now”

“Well then if i’m not getting anything from this, i should just go ask someone else; i’m sure Keppa would love to help me out” you hate yourself for probably making the poor guy more of a target to Hakim in your favour right now, but you need your man to fuck you stupid or else you will go insane.

A quick jealous expression flashes through his face but its quickly covered up by a devilish smirk as if he is loving where this is going and honestly so do you. You used to be very obedient and vanilla-sweet kind of girl when you first started your relationship but eventually you became more confident in yourself from how much your fiancé was worshiping you and you honestly loved this new kind of confidence that he’s given you so you weren’t hesitant to use it against him.

He takes a few steps slowly to stand right in front you, the both of you not taking your eyes off of each others, challenging one another’s power. He smirks in your face interested by your little bratty behaviour that is about to be diminished cause he is the one in control and he has no issue making sure that you know it for good by the time he is done with you.

“You are getting what I’m giving you baby, if its nothing then it’s nothing, but don’t challenge me this way, cause i can leave you with nothing for a whole week and you know damn well that your small hand ain’t going to relieve your hunger sweetheart, not like my cock does”

He’s got you hypnotised by his words as you somehow become even more turned on, you feel your throat gulp down and before you can say anything he leans down to your ear.

“And you know i ain’t lying baby, once i say its on, its on” he whispers slowly and you almost moan at the feeling of his breath and voice so close to you, but there is no single touch for him this whole time and you almost moan in frustration.

“Then give me something to remember of during the week” you say almost breathlessly before he comes back to look back at you and he smirks at your words.

“Oh don’t worry, i’m going to give you something to remember of” he then grabs you from your thighs to lift you up on the desk and brings his lips against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his hands wondering on you from your thighs to your waist, gripping onto your bare skin before yanking your panties off of you; your drenched pussy now touching the cold surface of the desk making your bottom arch in reaction as you moan into the kiss.

Hakim eventually breaks the kiss only to give a small peck on your shoulder and then ask you to lay back down which you do in a instant as he also moves your feet on top of the surface placing each one on your side, giving full view of your center.

His hand goes straight to your throbbing core, as his thumbs rubs onto your clit spreading your wetness all over and he groans at the sight of it.

“So fucking drenched for me” he says and then kneels down so that his face is straight in front of your pussy. He starts licking your pussy up and down, his tongue sweeping your wetness all around and a moan escapes you from the new sensation. He sucks on you lightly at first, his lips wrapping themselves around your labia and his tongue is taking in the juices from your inner parts while his thumb is playing with your clit. Your mouth gapes and your neck snaps backwards as your body tries to push itself forward and closer to him, wanting more.

“Hakim please” you moan out and he pulls back to look at you hungrily as he trails his fingers downwards to each side of your pussy before diving back in, now licking your clit slowly while one of his fingers crooked plays with the entrance of your core at first but eventually pushing it all inside and begins thrusting it feeling how tight you are for him. His tongue keeps licking faster this time putting more pressure on that sweet spot as he penetrates you with one more finger and going faster this time making you a moaning mess from all the stimulation.

You can feel that fire in your stomach building up as you are nearing your climax and he knows how close you are by your clenching walls. You become louder as you are about to cum but suddenly everything stops as he pulls back once again with a fucking smirk on his face once again.

“fucking asshole” you say quietly and his expression turns serious meaning that he heard you and you smile playfully at the fact that you got him but he gets you back by slapping your pussy making you moan out-loud.

“watch it sweetheart”

“oh i’m sorry i just expected more from the man that was supposed to give me something to remember of for the rest of the week” he ignores you for a moment as you watch him pull out his phone from his pants and typing as if you are not there. Right when you are about to call him out again he cuts you off.

“don’t worry baby, i intend full fill our agreement “

“Are you sure about it? cause you seem too busy to take care of your fiancé’s needs.” you answer with an angry tone as you sit up a bit by your elbows.

“jealousy doesn’t look good on you sweetheart”

“Oh you wanna talk about jealousy mr show off pda in front of my men. At least Keppa would have fucked me by now”

You then feel his hand wrapped around your neck putting pressure on it, making you choke a little while your eyes widen for a second after being taken off guard. “shut up slut, you wanna cum ?” you nod eagerly in reply and he then pulls his hand back to unbutton his pants, letting the material fall down to his feet before lowering his underwear too, letting his hardened cock spring free from it.

You watch him with lust as his hand quickly shifts to stroke it for a few seconds and then he grips your hips to bring you towards the edge of the desk; his dick now laying on to of your pussy and you let out a moan in reaction, as you sit yourself up more with your palms against the surface and your legs placed around his waist. Your eyes staring down at the view of Hakim’s redden member that is now being rubbed against your core and you bite your lips loving the feeling of it but wanting more.

So you look back up at your fiancé and he immediately looks back at you as if he already knew that you were looking at him and you mentally beg him to finally fuck you. Thankfully Hakim is smart enough to recognise the expression on your face to understand what you want but he is still an egoistic bastard. “Ask for it”

“Please fuck me, i need you inside me” you say without hesitation and you see his eyes darken at your words when he finally enters you all at once; your head falling back and your mouth gapping from the feeling of fullness that consumes you.

Hakim furrows his brows as he keeps gazing at you, affected by how your slippery walls feel around him. He groans as the sound of your juices being squeezed is echoed throughout the room making you both even more turned on and he grips your waist to move his throbbing member faster inside you. You can feel your pussy pulse and your back quickly arches at the rough touch on your sides, while pushing your chest forward.

Without thinking your hand flies to your clit, leaving you balance yourself on one hand which in a normal situation would be very hard, but thankfully your fiancé seems to be holding your whole upper body now making him fuck you harder as your legs tighten around him.

You whimper as you can now feel his balls slapping against you due to the force; your hand messily playing with your clit since you are not able to fully focus in the middle of being pounded. You feel yourself coming close to your climax for what feels like the hundredth time today but he once agains denies it from you by slowing his pace making you whimper in protest but at this point you feel so tired and sexual frustrated that you want to cry.

You close your eyes as you lay back down on the desk trying to focus on the stimulation you are receiving, wanting desperately to cum but you are getting interrupted by the feeling of soft pecks being placed on your chest and neck; you open your eyes only to see Hakim looking at you with the same darkened look as before but you almost miss the small forgiving look in his eyes as they soften at your exhausted state.

You shift your hands slowly towards the straps of your bra pushing them past your shoulders and then before you can drag the rest of the material down he stops you from doing so which makes you eyes furrow in confusion.

“No baby i want you to keep it on”

“Hakim please let me cum” you answer him desperately.

He then takes one of your legs from his waist and raises it up on his shoulder before he places both of his hands on each side only to bend his body forward, his face close to yours. This angle causes your eyes to roll in the back of your head as he repeatedly hits your g spot while you feel him kiss your face and neck affectionately.

“I will baby, but it will soon be worth it, just trust me on this one” his reply only made you confused but you decided to ignore it and focus on the only part that mattered to you at this moment; that he would let you cum.

knock knock

Your eyes widen in fear of someone coming inside the room and witnessing your intimate state. After taking a glance at the door, you look back at Hakim who seemed awfully relaxed while wearing a devilish smirk on his face as he stands back up to look at your submissive state. Before you can say anything, he beats you to it, inviting the person in which you are about to protest to it but he wraps his hand around your neck, slightly choking you with it.

As the door opens and steps are being heard, your body becomes almost hear frozen at the feeling of a new presence in the room and you close your eyes feeling embarrassed for how your body surprisingly reacts to this. Your cunt starts throbbing at the the thought of being watched by a third person while Hakim seems to be shamelessly pounding into you now; your erotic sounds increasing as you feel the same fire you have being yearning to feel again, start building up within you.

“Don’t be rude love, open your eyes and greet our guest” your fiancé asks you after he grips your chin with his hand to force your face where the person is standing and you do so, slowly, only to be met with the sight of Keppa gazing your undone filthy state with a serious expression that almost makes you almost takes you off the edge, almost, but it’s still enough to feel your stomach start clenching feeling yourself nearing another orgasm.

“Are you going to come for me baby?” you hear the man above you ask and you nod eagerly while whimpering which only gets you a slap on the face making your walls tighten at the stinging feeling on your flesh.

“Say it, i want him to hear you say it” he growls at you as his cock twitches inside your drenched hole that keeps sucking him in more and more by the minute. “Tell him who owns you”

“Fuckk, I’m coming for you Hakim, only for you, you own me” you say breathlessly, yours eyes rolling in the back as you finally come apart with so much force that your body starts squirming and trembling under both men’s gaze but your pussy clenching around only one’s of them cock which quickly explodes inside you filling up your assaulted drenched cunt.

The warmth of his cum covering up your insides makes you whimper in satisfaction as you seem to have forgotten about the second man in the room too caught up with how your fiancé’s dick fills in your hungry hole as he watches you with a pleasing grin on his face; his coming trailing down your body caressing your soft skin in affection.

“Get out” he orders, and the man on the side of the room immediately abides to his command without any other word or sound.

Once the door clicks closed, he slides out of you slowly and you both groan in union. He helps you sit up on the desk as you place your arms behind his neck and letting your head rest on his chest. His hands start caressing your sides until guiding one of his hands down to your sore center tracing it softly with his as he shifts his head to look down there.

“Fuck” he whispers and you whimper in reaction at the sudden unpleasant feeling because of the overstimulation , your hand moving over to his to prevent him from going any further.

“Shhh, look at that sight baby” You forehead creased in confusion and you look down only to notice the milky white substance that’s slowly trailing out of your hole only for Hakim to quickly push it back inside you with his finger. Your eyes automatically close as you somehow feel you pussy pulse from the sensation of his cum being forced back inside you, filling you up completely once again.

Suddenly you are being scooped up by him, his hands holding you under your thighs and waist as your head falls against his head and you smile softly at the secure feeling of his arms around.

He chuckles softly at this image of you, “Now don’t get too comfortable cause we still have long way to go if i’m going to deny you for the whole week”

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyesh smut #hakim ziyesh x reader #hakim ziyesh imagines #football imagines #thats a long one lol but im glad i finally finished it. its been some time but im finally back at writing folks

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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You Belong With Me

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Henderson!Reader , Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers (Temporarily)

Word Count: 7,334

Warnings: Love Triangle, Jonathan slander (I love him as Will's brother, but hate him as Nancy's boyfriend), and I think that's it?

Summary: Barbara Holland, Nancy Wheeler, and Y/N Henderson were the closest of friends growing up. They had sleepovers, braided each others hair, and spent hours talking and giggling on the phone. Y/N loved Barbara, and so did Nancy, but the two girls always had a rather intense friendship beyond the trio. That all changed when Barbara died, and it only got worse when Nancy started dating Jonathan. You see, Y/N Henderson was in love with Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her with Jonathan Byers ate her up inside. Their friendship was doomed from the moment she saw how she looked at him.

Over a year passes and Y/N makes new friends, tries to forget about the girl she spent years dreaming about. She gets a job at the ice cream shop in the mall alongside her new best friend Robin, a girl who understands what's she's going through, and Steve, the ex-boyfriend of the love of her life. Y/N wishes that was the strangest thing that happened to her that summer, but Hawkins always has a bad habit of bringing back stranger things.

Author's Note: I saw a trend on TikTok where you use a bunch of filters and write a fic based on what you get. Here were my results: Sibling- Dustin Henderson/ Love Interest- Nancy Wheeler / Best Friend- Robin Buckley / Rival- Upside Down Monsters / Trope- Love Triangle / Other Person In Love Triangle- Jonathan Byers / Random AO3 Tag- Hurt/Comfort / Random Quote- “he always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society” / Taylor Swift Song Inspo- You Belong With Me /

This is the fic that resulted in those filters, hope you guys enjoy! Also I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post, whoops! Thankfully I saved it on Word!

Scoops Ahoy wasn't a terrible summer job. There were some good benefits, like free ice cream, and getting paid to hang out with her best friend. There were some not so good benefits, like dealing with rude customers, and wearing that stupid sailor hat. However, the one thing that Y/N Henderson thought about the most was seeing Nancy Wheeler with her boyfriend Jonathan Byers, pointedly avoiding looking into the mall's frozen confectionery joint. Whether that was a benefit or not was still up for debate.

The thing was, Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy in eight months. If you were to ask her two years ago, she'd tell you that you were crazy. Y/N and Nancy were best friends, closer than blood, but that wasn't the case anymore. They stopped being that close after Barb died, and they stopped speaking all together when Nancy told her she was dating Jonathan. Y/N could remember the fight like it was yesterday, the day her heart shattered in a million tiny pieces.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I thought you were dating Steve! When did this happen?!" Y/N was so confused, Nancy had been giving her radio silence since Halloween. They had gotten into a brief argument when Y/N said she wanted to go to Trina's Halloween party. Nancy had thrown a fit, told her not to go. She didn't understand why she was so upset. It was just a lame high school party. Nancy said the last time she went to a party with a friend Barb died, and that shut her up real quick. Both girls held onto the guilt of their friend's death. Nancy for hooking up with Steve and asking Barb to leave, and Y/N for refusing to go in the first place. This fight wasn't like the last one, this felt more personal to Y/N.

"I don't see why you're so mad. Why do you even care that I'm dating Jonathan now?" Nancy replied, rolling her big doe eyes at her. They were in Nancy's room, she asked Y/N to come over that morning to talk. She didn't know what she was walking into when she crossed the threshold of the Wheeler house, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Um, maybe because he took creepy pictures of you half naked?! I mean holy shit Nancy, that's so wrong!" Steve might have been a tool, but he wasn't a creepy stalker. Y/N remembers watching Steve break Jonathan's camera after he found out about the pictures. Nancy got so mad at him for it, and for the life of her Y/N didn't stand why. If Nancy was her girlfriend she would have punched Jonathan square in the face for invading her privacy like that, but Nancy wasn't her girlfriend, and never would be.

"He apologized for that..." Nancy started before Y/N interrupted her.

"Ugh, barely! And you forgave him way too quickly for it. That was such gross boy behavior I can't even begin to tell you. Also, pretty sure it's very fucking illegal." Y/N really should have known better. Nancy had been giving hints about Jonathan for the past year, telling her he wasn't so bad. It didn't matter, she would never forgive him for what he did. The only reason she forgave Steve was because he didn't actually spray paint that garbage on the theater, and cleaned it up himself after dropping Tommy H and Carol as friends. The fact that he let her punch him in the face too helped.

"He wasn't trying to take naked pictures of me, he was trying to find his brother." She was still trying to defend it, like that was a totally reasonable thing to do.

"He still did it though! And he developed the photos anyway! How can you not only justify that, but defend it! Besides, when did you even break up with Steve, I thought you guys were fine?" Y/N didn't want Nancy with either of them, but if she had to pick at least Steve was somewhat decent. Dustin idolized him, and Y/N couldn't hate someone her brother loved so much.

"Halloween... I think." Nancy murmured, she was fiddling with the end of her sweater, something she only did when she was nervous or lying. Y/N knew all of her tells, she knew Nancy like the back of her hand. She smelled shit, and Nancy was full of it.

"You think. How do you not know when you broke up with the boyfriend that you've been dating for a year?!" This wasn't like Nancy. The Nancy she knew was confident, so sure of herself and everything she did. This Nancy was timid and shy. It bothered Y/N to the core.

"Well, we didn't really formally break up. It was more like we fought and just decided to not be together anymore. It was an unspoken thing." Unspoken. How the hell do you break up with someone unspokenly.

"Was that before or after you hooked up with Jonathan." Y/N couldn't control the venom in her voice. She knew it was wrong to throw that in her face, to imply what she did, but in the moment she didn't care. How the hell did Jonathan Byers earn Nancy's affections when he didn't even fucking know her, and she couldn't.

That was the root of the whole thing. Y/N could never be objective when it came to Nancy's relationships, not when she wanted to be with her instead. Y/N Henderson had been in love with her since they were kids. She fell in love with Nancy when she still wore her hair in pigtails, and hadn't stopped since then.

No one knew she was gay. She never told a soul. Not even Dustin, who she shared everything with. She used to feel bad about keeping the secret, until she noticed Dustin keeping secrets from her too. Ever since Will disappeared, and then come back 10 days later seemingly back from the dead, everyone Y/N cared about started keeping secrets from her. It was starting to get on her last nerve.

"Oh don't you judge me Y/N. You don't even know what it's like!" Nancy yelled, getting the same pissy attitude her brother had.

"I don't know what it's like? Really, Nancy? I know that I would never go out with a boy who did something like that!" Y/N was yelling at her. She hated yelling at Nancy, but she just wasn't listening to her.

"Oh it's so easy for you to say that Y/N! So easy for you to talk out of your ass about how boys are!" Nancy's voice was louder now, getting right in her face with it. She hated it, she hated Nancy looking at her like she was being ridiculous. Nancy was in the wrong, not her.

"How boys are?! Christ Nancy do you even hear yourself! How the hell wouldn't I know! That's all you've been talking about for the past two years!" She was so sick and tired of hearing about this stupid shit. Sick of arguing over it. It was all so stupid.

"Well it's not my fault you don't like boys!" Nancy screamed, and then it was silence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. She hit the nail right on the head with that one. Threw the one thing in Y/N's face that she'd been terrified about herself for as long as she could remember. Y/N couldn't look at her, couldn't speak to her. She just walked right out of Nancy's door, slamming it shut behind her. They hadn't spoken since.

After that fight, Y/N started walking home in the rain. She was too afraid to call her mom to her pick her up, she didn't want to explain to her what happened. She walked in the rain until she crashed into someone on a bike, they were whipping around a corner as she was crossing the street. It was Robin Buckley, a girl she was in band with. They didn't speak that often, but knew of each other's existence.

When she crashed into Y/N, she started rattling off apologies, telling her she was trying to pick up maple syrup for her french toast but got caught in the rain. Robin noticed that she was crying, and when she asked her what was wrong, Y/N let the floodgates loose. Right there in the middle of the street. Nobody around to hear her confession in the storm. Y/N told Robin everything, that she was gay, in love with her best friend, how said best friend just broke her heart, and even though she was heart broken, she knew that she would never stop loving Nancy Wheeler.

After she was done, the panic settled in. The weight of what she just said to a near stranger paralyzing her with fear. Until the unexpected happened, Robin laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or a making fun of her laugh. It sounded like relief. That's when Robin told her that she was gay too, that she didn't think she'd ever meet another gay person in all of Hawkins in a million years, and yet she literally crashed into one. Both girls laughed in the rain, before Robin asked if she wanted to come over her house for french toast. Y/N agreed, and they've been best friends ever since.

They spent the rest of the school year glued to the hip. Robin would wax poetic about Tammy Thompson and Vickie from band, and Y/N would vent about Nancy Wheeler. They'd stand next to each other on the bleachers with their ridiculous band uniforms on, whispering to each other between music numbers. She would watch Jonathan and Nancy take pictures of the cheerleading squad, and Y/N would dream about the day that Nancy realized that he wasn't good for her. That she would wake up from whatever fantasy she made up with him, and find that Y/N was the person she was really looking for. The one who had been there for her the entire time. Who knew her better than she knew herself. She knew it was just a fantasy, you can't make someone love you. Especially another girl.

When the school year ended, Robin and Y/N decided to look for summer jobs together. They both applied to the new ice cream shop in the mall, and on the first day they both realized that they weren't working alone. Steve Harrington also got a job at Scoops Ahoy, and when he saw her he was instantly relieved that he was working with a familiar face. Y/N was surprised he was so excited to see her, considering what she did a year prior. Steve had told her that he deserved it, and to let bygones be bygones. Robin wasn't too thrilled at first, but both girls couldn't help but enjoy working with Steve.

She got to know him better those first couple of weeks, and he kept begging her to tell him about what Dustin was up to at camp. It was sweet, how much he cared about her brother. That's what really sold Steve to her. She saw how much he changed over the past year. He was still a bit full of himself, but he wasn't the tool she made him out to be. The only fuck up he made was when he asked why she wasn't hanging out with Nancy anymore, but kept his mouth shut when she gave him the iciest glare she could muster, colder than the ice cream freezer they used daily.

Today, Y/N was up at the front counter reorganizing the to go cups, when she heard a ding from the bell behind her.

"Ahoy! My name is..." Y/N started before she realized who was standing there. Nancy Wheeler, alone, in all of her glory. Her heart was pounding in her chest, Nancy was the last person she expected to walk into Scoops Ahoy. The words were caught in her throat, as she stared helplessly at the girl in front of her.

"Hi Y/N..." Nancy sounded awkward, unsure of herself. A similar tone she had the last time they spoke all those months ago. Y/N didn't like it then, and she didn't like it now.

"Uh hi, um, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, there were plenty of other ice cream shops in Hawkins. She knew that Nancy purposefully avoided this one, she saw her speed walk past the entrance every time she came to the mall.

"To get ice cream?" Nancy replied lamely, she was fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Lie.

"We both know that's not the real reason..." She really wished Robin and Steve would come back from their breaks soon. She didn't want to be alone with Nancy.

"Look," Nancy sighed, "I just wanted to, um, talk to you? If that was okay?" Y/N couldn't wrap her head around why. It had been months of radio silence, walking around school like they were strangers, why now? Before she could respond, Robin walked into the front door of the ice cream shop, completely oblivious to the girl at the counter.

"Y/N you would not believe who I just saw fall flat on their face in the food court!" Robin began before realizing they weren't alone. She looked between Nancy and her, raising her eyebrow as a silent question: Are you okay?

"Hey Robin, would you mind running the counter for a bit? I'm gonna go on break now." She had already taken her break, but she hoped Robin would understand what she really meant to say.

"Are you sure you wanna go now? You usually take them later?" Robin was giving her an out, knowing all the complicated details of her relationship with Nancy, she was such a good friend to her.

"Yea I'm good thanks." Y/N replied as she took the sailor hat off of her head. Robin nodded and switched spots with her behind the counter. Y/N started walking towards the door, Nancy following closely behind. Once they made it out, Y/N lead Nancy to the employee's only hallway of the mall, she wanted privacy for the conversation they were about to have.

"Okay, so what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, trying to present herself as calm as a cucumber, but inside she was a nervous wreck.

"I wanted to apologize... What we fought about, God, it was so stupid. You were right, and I was being a shitty friend." Nancy's eyes were glassy as she spoke to her, the threat of unshed tears just over the horizon. Y/N couldn't stand it when Nancy cried, it always broke her heart a little bit each time.

"Yea, you were being a shitty friend," Y/N began, "but so was I. I shouldn't have thrown what happened with Jonathan in your face like that. It was wrong, and I'm sorry..." Instant relief flooded her veins. It was as if a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She didn't want to be angry with Nancy anymore, not for something she couldn't change. It wasn't right.

"You weren't wrong though... What happened between Steve, Jonathan, and I was messy. I was just insecure about it and lashed out at you..." Nancy took a deep breath, willing the tears to stay back. "You're my best friend, and I pushed you away. I've been so lost since Barb died, and I didn't even consider your feelings too. I was so selfish. I saw you walk in the halls and ignored you because I was too afraid to talk to you. I thought I broke us..." Y/N didn't know when he brain made the decision to hug her, but her body moved to do it as soon as she heard the first sniffle. She hugged Nancy tight, the smell of her floral shampoo an old comfort she had nearly forgotten about.

"You didn't break us. You know I'll always be here for you Nancy. We had a bad fight, but it's going to be okay" Y/N ran her fingers through her friends hair, the soft curls wrapping themselves between each digit. She could feel Nancy sink into her, not an inch between them.

"I missed you so much Jellybean..." Y/N's heart soared at the old nickname. Nancy started calling her that in kindergarten after she got a jellybean stuck in her ear. She didn't remember how it got there in the first place, but the nickname stuck too.

"I missed you too Fancy Nancy..." She could feel her giggles against her chest, and as much as it ached, she knew everything was going to be okay. Whatever happened in the future, she knew that she wouldn't leave Nancy's side, never again.

Weeks went by as the girls picked up right where they left off. Like it was easy. Nancy would come by Scoops Ahoy on her days off and update her on what was going on in her life. What Mike and the kids were up too, how her relationship with Jonathan was going, and her new job at the Hawkins Post. Y/N hated that they weren't taking her seriously, and told her as such.

"Those stupid man-boys wouldn't know a good story if it flew right under their nose. You're way too good to be dealing with that shit, I'm sorry they suck" Nancy chuckled over her vanilla ice cream, always with rainbow sprinkles.

"Yea, but it's a good job to put on a resume. Thank you for saying that though, Jonathan just doesn't get it when I talk to him about it" Y/N had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She hated the dull look on her face when she would talk about how the men at the post treated her, or when Jonathan disappointed her.

"He's a guy. Of course he doesn't get it," Y/N began before she could tell her mouth to shut up before she reveals too much, "you know, you have a smile that could light up all of Hawkins, and I haven't seen it since you started working at the post with Jonathan."

"I'm fine Jellybean, promise" But she knew Nancy better than that. She wasn't fine, and Y/N didn't know what she was doing with men like that. Men who didn't listen to her, or understand where she was coming from. She didn't deserve it.

"Whatever you say Nancy..." And that was the end of it. Nancy changed the subject, and Y/N had to pretend that her heart wasn't pounding in her chest. When Nancy walked out the door, Y/N turned around to see Robin's concerned face. Steve wasn't back on break yet, he always took it when Nancy came to visit, so they were alone in the store. Not a nosy customer in sight.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked as she filled a small cup with S'mores Galore, her personal favorite.

"I will be. It's nothing new, I'd rather have her be in my life talking about her dumb boyfriend than out of it" She knew she was being a bit unfair towards Jonathan. He might not be her favorite person in the world, but she couldn't say he was all bad. Y/N knew what it was like to be an older sibling without a second parent in the house; it was hard and you had to grow up much faster than other kids. Jonathan was an excellent brother to Will, and a great son to Joyce. He just made shitty choices and decided to date the love of her life, so she allowed herself to hate him just a little bit.

"Yea I guess... but you know I'm always here to talk if you need to. It can't be easy hearing the person you love talk about loving someone else. I only had a crush on Tammy and it nearly destroyed me watching her look at Steve the way she did, I can't even imagine what it must be like for you. Sounds like pure torture." Y/N loved Robin's honesty, but sometimes her comments hit a little too close for comfort. It could be torture, but a torture she could endure.

"It is what it is. Who knows, maybe when I go to college I'll find a girl who actually likes other girls... I could finally move on from her..." Deep down she was afraid nobody would hold a candle to her best friend, that she would have to settle for second best. The thought kept her up at night.

"You and me both sister" Robin chuckled. A part of her wished she could have fallen in love with Robin instead, a girl who could actually love her in return. They tried kissing once many months ago, it was the first kiss either of them ever had. At first it was a peck, and then they tried making out a bit to see if anything would happen. Both girls decided that it just wasn't right for them, that they didn't feel any type of spark. They both decided to stay platonic best friends, with a capital P as Robin so lovingly referred to it. No awkwardness followed the kiss, something Y/N appreciated whole heartedly. She didn't know what she would've done if the kiss ruined their friendship. One friendship break up was enough for a life time.

"What are you girls talking about?" Steve asked as he walked into the front doors of Scoops Ahoy.

"Nothing you need to worry about, dingus" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar nickname and got back to work. Completely oblivious to the conversation they had before. It was better that way, Y/N didn't know how he would react if he knew the truth. That not only was Y/N Henderson gay, she was in love with his ex girlfriend.

"Oh by the way Steve, Dustin comes home from camp tomorrow." A massive smile spread across his face as he bombarded her with questions about her brother. She neglected to tell him that he was coming by the shop the next day, Dustin had told her he wanted to surprise him. She didn't know how and when her brother and Steve got so close, but you would never hear any complaints from her.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in her sailor uniform when she heard a pounding at the door. She didn't have to be at Scoops Ahoy for another couple hours, and she had the house to herself. Dustin was at the mall with Steve, a place he spent most of his days recently, and her mom was out running errands. At first she thought it was her brother, probably freaking out because he lost his house keys again, but to her surprise it was Nancy at the door. Her eyes filled with tears and smudged mascara.

"Oh my god Nancy what happened?" Y/N didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her friend. She hadn't seen her this upset in years, not since Barb died.

"I think I just broke up with Jonathan..." Nancy sobbed. She hated the brief flash of joy she felt when Nancy spoke, it wasn't fair to her. Y/N nodded and held her hand as they walked up to her bedroom. Once she sat Nancy down on her bed she ran downstairs to get her a glass of water and box of tissues. When she finally got upstairs she found Nancy looking at the picture of the two of them right before High School started on the nightstand. Barb had taken the picture, and it was one of her most prized possessions. Y/N ignored the flutter in her chest, Nancy looked at that photo with such fondness it nearly tore her apart.

"Tell me what happened..." Y/N said as she rubbed circles on her friend's back, doing as much as she could to comfort her.

"We got in a fight... I got us both fired from the Hawkins Post because of a lead I had. I know it's a good story Jellybean, but they just wouldn't listen. Jonathan was upset because he needed the job, and he basically called me spoiled for not understanding why he was upset. As if I'm stupid..." Y/N knew about the Byers financial situation, and it definitely wasn't easy, but she wasn't about to tell Nancy that.

"Like I get it, his family doesn't have a lot of money, but he could always get another job. I will stuck being belittled because I'm a woman for the rest of my life. He basically defended how they treated me because they got him a job! Like he didn't even care how I was feeling! And when I told him how humiliated I was, he just told me that the real worlds sucks! That I just had to deal with it!"

"Are you fucking serious?!" Y/N was fuming now. It was one thing to be ignorant of how Nancy was treated at her job, it was another thing to be complacent and tell her to lay down and take it.

"Yes! He sounded just like the assholes at work! And god, when I told him I shouldn't have even bothered venting to him in the first place, and should have gone to you instead, he nearly lost it!" Y/N's chest felt tight, frustration, aggravation, pride, and lovesickness swirled inside of her.

"What did he say?" She whispered, not trusting her mouth at the moment.

"That's the crazy part, he just told me I should just date you instead if you're the only thing I talk about! He kept saying that I was obsessed with you! That during our entire relationship all I cared about was Y/N Henderson! I mean, Jesus, he accused me of being secretly in love with you!" Nancy rambled, and Y/N swore her heart stopped. Hope bloomed inside of her, that maybe her feelings weren't unrequited after all. She was scared, terrified of letting herself feel that hope. It was a dangerous thing.

"Why, uh, why would he say that?" She swore her tongue tripled in size, it was nearly impossible to speak.

"Hell if I know! Of course I love you! You're my best friend! That's totally normal! I even told him that, I said it wasn't my fault that he didn't have a friendship like ours!" Nancy rambled, her mouth running a mile a minute, "Like of course I want to be with you all the time, especially after our fight! God Jellybean, you don't even know, all those months of silence nearly killed me. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I didn't cry that much after Steve and I broke up, or in the car on my way here. When I said it felt like I broke our friendship, it's because it broke me. That was more of a break up than any relationship I've ever had!"

Y/N didn't know what possessed her to do what she did. Every fiber of her being was lit up like an electrical storm. She didn't think, didn't hesitate for a second, before she pressed her lips against Nancy's. Y/N could taste the strawberry chapstick she always wore over her lipstick, could feel the soft curls of her hair as she gently held her face. This was the feeling she was looking for when she kissed Robin, the instant fireworks, the spark. It was everything she ever wanted it to be, until she realized Nancy wasn't kissing her back, and then reality sank in. She pulled back to see her best friend, the love of her life, look at her like she was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and her mouth was wide open in shock.

"Oh my God... Holy shit Nancy, I'm so sorry. I, I, I don't know what came over me! I'm sorry, please don't hate me!" Y/N pleaded, but Nancy just continued to stare at her. The silence was deafening, and she couldn't take it. So Y/N did what felt best, and ran right out the door. She grabbed the keys to her car and drove right to Scoops Ahoy, nausea and fear nearly consuming her. She had kissed her best friend. Nancy knew she liked girls. It felt like the end of the world.

As it would turn out, her kiss with Nancy wasn't the worst thing to happen to Y/N Henderson that day. In fact, it wasn't even in the same ballpark. When she rushed into Scoops Ahoy, she found her brother, Steve, Robin, and Lucas' little sister Erica forming a plan to defeat Russian spies that broke into Starcourt Mall. Dustin yelled at his sister for getting involved, something he desperately wanted to avoid. Y/N yelled at him for keeping secrets, and Steve told them both to shut up while they were stuck in some secret elevator underneath the mall.

Hours passed like that, the five of them in the elevator. Y/N forced her brother to tell her everything, that she wouldn't allow anymore secrets between them, and he did. He told her about this girl named Eleven who had psychic powers and came from Hawkins Lab. He told her about the monsters that came out of this alternate dimension they called the Upside Down. He told her about how Will was trapped there for 10 days, and how they all got him back. He told her how this Eleven girl had closed the gate, and that apparently Russians were plotting something underneath Starcourt mall. Her brain was overloading with information, and it took her almost an hour to come to terms with it. Robin had made a joke and said she was just as clueless as she was, but she didn't feel like laughing. Once she figured it all out, she smacked her brother on the back of the head for lying to her, and hugged him so tight with the fear of potentially losing him.

Y/N Henderson had started her morning like any other day, but it ended in a nightmare of kissing Nancy Wheeler and getting drugged by Russian spies. Dustin and Erica had helped them escape, but Y/N was too delirious to be of much help. They sat them down in the movie theater, until Steve thought of the brilliant idea of leaving. Now, the three of them were puking their guts out in the Starcourt bathroom.

"The room stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you guys?" Robin asked in the other stall.

"Holy shit. No." Steve replied.

"All good over here sailor scout!" Y/N shouted from the last stall.

"Do you think we puked it all up?" She certainly hoped so, puking was never fun.

"One way to find out, hey Steve?" Y/N asked.

"Yea Miss. Henderson?" She chuckled at the nickname.

"Ask me a question, let's play honesty hour." Steve took a moment to think of something before he spoke.

"When was the last time you peed your pants?" Normally, Y/N would have been grossed out by the question, but she couldn't care less in that moment.

"I almost peed my pants today when I kissed Nancy, does that count?" The bathroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She knew she should have been terrified by what she revealed, but the Russian truth serum's euphoria remained in her system. Robin slowly dragged herself over to the stall, her eyes wide with surprise. She knew the depth of what she had just revealed, and was afraid for her. Steve crawled underneath the stall wall to sit next to her by the toilet, a matching surprised look on his face.

"You kissed Nance?" Y/N couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth even if she wanted to, a bastardized confession inside the ceramic walls of the mall bathroom.

"Yea, I did. Her and Jonathan broke up and he accused her of being secretly in love with me. I was so psyched because duh, I've been in love with her since we were like 5, and so I kissed her like an idiot. Nancy didn't look as happy as I was, and I think I totally destroyed our friendship beyond repair. All because I fell in love with my best friend, who's a girl, a very pretty girl, but you know that Steve. You dated her. Also, I hated you a bit when you dated Nancy, but if it makes you feel better I hate Jonathan more. He sucks. He always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society. He took pictures of her half naked like a weirdo, and I wanted to punch him in the face. I still want to punch him in the face. I know he's like half way decent, but I still want to punch him in his very punchable face. All because he managed to snag Nancy Wheeler and I can't, because I was born a girl, who's gay, in fucking Indiana. It totally sucks. I wish I could have fallen in love with Robin, and I'm sorry Robs, but kissing Nancy was wayyyyyyyy better than kissing you. Not that you're a bad kisser! It was objectively a nice kiss, but it's because I only love you like a friend and I love Nancy in a I want to marry you and carry your children kind of way. I know that's impossible, and it makes me sad. I think we'd have cute babies. I'd hope they'd have curly hair and Nancy's nose, but my eyes and smile. But hey, I would even settle for her not telling the world I'm in love with her and completely destroying my life. Small miracles and all that jazz..." When Y/N stopped speaking, Robin thought it was a good idea to add her own word vomit confession too. She was such a good friend, and super fucking awesome for not leaving her alone with all of that.

"Do you guys remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous, and like, obsessed? It wasn't because I had a crush on Steve. It's because she wouldn't stop staring at him..."

"Mrs. Click?" Steve interrupted, but Robin smoothly continued.

"Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because Steve would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And he would ask dumb questions. And he was a douchebag. And- and you didn't even like her... and I would go home, and just scream into my pillow..."

"Oh..." Steve replied softly, "Holy shit"

"Holy shit" Robin and Y/N said at the same time. Steve took a moment to think, his eyes focused on the wall behind Y/N's head. Both girls waited with bated breath to hear what he had to say, the nerves finally sinking into them.

"I'm sorry I sort of stole both of the girls you guys liked. I get Nancy, Y/N, she's a total package. But Tammy Thompson? Seriously Robin? I mean, she's cute and all, but she's a total dud" Steve scoffed.

"She is not"

"Yea, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to like, Nashville and shit" Y/N giggled to herself at the banter between Steve and Robin, instant relief flooding through her. Steve wasn't mad, or upset, or hateful. He was cracking jokes, just like he always did. She knew why Dustin adored him so much, and now she sort of adored him too. They were all laughing together, making fun of Tammy Thompson and her muppet voice, when Dustin and Erica busted into the bathroom.

"Okay. What the hell?"

They all tried to sneakily escape from the Russian spies, but it was no use. They were heavily armed and trained to dispose of them. The happy-go-lucky feeling was long gone, pure fear and anxiety replacing it. It was all of blur, one second they tried to sneak out the front doors of the mall, and the next they were all hiding behind one of the food court stands. That's when they heard the sound of a car crash, and looked up to see a young teenage girl Y/N didn't recognize and the rest of Dustin's friends. Then she noticed that Jonathan and Nancy where there. Her brother was overjoyed to see everyone, but she couldn't join him with the celebration. When she first made eye contact with Nancy, she couldn't discern the look on her face. It only made her panic more.

They all started talking about Russians and monsters, but Y/N was numb to it all. She was laser focused on Nancy, who was pointedly ignoring her again. Pure, unadulterated heartbreak devoured her soul. She went back to Jonathan, the kiss meant nothing, that had to be what had happened after she ran away. Y/N couldn't focus too much on her own feelings before the young girl, who she now knew as Eleven, collapsed onto the ground. That was the beginning of the end of Starcourt mall.

Y/N watched as the place she used to work caught aflame. The paramedics were attending to her wounds, but she was numb to all of it. She witnessed first hand of the monster that lived inside the Upside Down. It would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. They all fought it with fireworks and flames, anything to help Eleven defeat it. It was pure chaos, and filled with death. Chief Hopper and Max's brother Billy perished at the hands of the Mind Flayer, the name of the monster Dustin had supplied earlier. Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy throughout the fight, too preoccupied with the task at hand, but now all she could do was watch as Nancy and Jonathan spoke in the distance. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel her heart break more when she watched him hug her. The paramedic placed the last bandage on her and told her she was all set to go. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to run away, she couldn't stand seeing anymore of Jonathan Byers rekindling his flame with Nancy. She didn't get too far before she heard Nancy shout her name. Y/N kept walking, ignoring the siren's call, before she felt a firm grip on her arm.

"Don't run away from me again" Nancy reprimanded, her eyes lit up from the fire a short distance away. Y/N refused to speak, she had enough truth telling that night to last a lifetime. Nancy waited a moment, waiting for her to say something, before she sighed and let go of her arm. It took every ounce of Y/N's strength not to run away.

"I'm driving you home" It sounded like a command, and she knew better than to argue with her, so she nodded and made her way over to Nancy's car.

The girls drove in silence as they made their way through Hawkins. Y/N was barely paying attention to the road, too focused on calming herself down. A million and one thoughts ran through her head. Why was Nancy driving her home? Did she not hate her? Was she taking her to Lover's Lake to dump her body? That last one was far fetched, Nancy wasn't a murderer, but she did see her wield a gun like she was born too. Crazier things have happened. Y/N was lost in her own head, and didn't notice when Nancy parked the car. She finally looked up from her lap to take in her surroundings, they were in the parking lot of a playground. Y/N didn't know why Nancy had taken her there instead of her house, but she didn't think she was gonna kill her anymore. Burying a body at a park was a bad idea, and Nancy was too smart for that.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Nancy asked, finally breaking the tense silence.

"Yea... it was here..."

"We were 4 years old. I had fallen off the swings and hurt my knee. You ran up to me and asked if I was okay, and I could barely answer you because I was crying so hard," Nancy chuckled, a fond smile on her face, "You got down on your knees, the denim overalls cushioning the wood chips on the ground, and kissed both of my knees. You said your Mom did it whenever you had a boo boo, and that love makes the pain go away..." Y/N was shocked she remembered all of that, they were both so young. The memories were old and blurry, but they were still there in her mind, and they were apparently crystal clear in Nancy's.

"Yea... Why are you bringing this up?" Y/N wondered, unsure where Nancy was going with her line of questioning.

"I think it was then..." Nancy paused, taking a moment to catch her breath, "I think that's the moment I realized I was different. I went home to my Mom and Dad and told them I met Y/N Henderson on the playground with Grandma... I told them that you loved me and how I wanted to marry you..." The nausea in her stomach was replaced with butterflies, that feeling of hope rushing through her. What Nancy was telling her, it sounded all too close to a confession.

"My Dad immediately shot me down of course, said girls can't marry other girls, that it was wrong. My Mom just told him I was confused, that it was just how little girls are. My Dad was satisfied with that, and I was too. I mean, parents aren't supposed to lie to their kids right? I was just confused?" Nancy turned to face Y/N, her eyes focused and sure, "I lived by that for years. Every time I looked at you a little too long to be normal, I just wrote it off as that's just how girls are. That it was normal to love your best friend like that, but it's not isn't it?" Y/N shook her head, no it wasn't, there was nothing normal about it.

"I liked boys too, still do, and thought I was satisfied with that. I thought I was satisfied with Steve, satisfied with Jonathan, and I very well could have been... If I never met you" Nancy reached for Y/N's hand and squeezed it tight. She was shaking, but her face was strong and determined. She didn't realize how much she missed that look on her best friends face until that moment.

"I always compared the boys I dated to you, Jellybean, and none of them could compare. You're the one that makes me laugh, even when I'm about to cry. You know my favorite songs, and you know all of my dreams for the future, and you were the one who was there all along. I was confused for so long, until the moment you kissed me. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. I realized that it was something we could do, that it was something I wanted. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for me to catch up to what you already knew, but now I know for sure..." Nancy leaned over towards Y/N's seat, inches away from her face, and spoke the words she's wanted to hear for over a decade, "I belong with you Y/N Henderson"

Nancy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed her like she was finally coming up from air after she was drowning for so long. She kissed her like she was something to savor, slow, soft, and sweet. Y/N could feel her toes curl, her body singing with every moment of her lips against Nancy's. They kissed each other in that old playground parking lot like they had all the time in the world.

It was pure bliss, like something out of a love long.

A song Y/N never wanted to stop listening too.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years

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Your Personal Bodyguard

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: close to being kidnapped, daughter of a mafia boss

Summary: Your dad thinks you need a new bodyguard because you’re the mafia boss’ daughter. You can very well take care of yourself, so you do everything to try and get rid of him... doesn’t turn out so well for you.

Square Filled: bodyguard!jensen (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: this is based on a tiktok! here is the link. go follow the person who made the video!

Life is hard as the daughter of a mafia boss. Your dad takes your protection very seriously after the many attempts and three successful times that you were kidnapped because of him. It isn’t always easy, but you enjoy the life that comes with it.

You’re rich, you have plenty of real friends, you go to a really good college, and you never have to worry about small things like privacy as you live in a pretty big mansion. It’s one of your dad’s many houses that he has all over the world, and by far, your favorite.

The only downside to living this luxurious life is the fact that your dad thinks you need a bodyguard.

You’ve gone through six in the last year alone to prove to him that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself. After the first kidnapping, you started taking karate and boxing and self defense classes. You’ve also taken part in shooting competitions and archery classes to get used to different weapons. Now, you’re a black belt who can whoop any one’s ass if they come for you.

Still, your dad believes having a bodyguard will be good for you. If he only knew that you can protect yourself better now.

“Do we really have to do this? You know I’ve gotten better. I can defend myself.”

“It’s not about defending yourself, sweetheart. I can’t lose you… not after I’ve lost your mother.”

“Dad, I’m twenty. I can kick anyone’s ass.”

“That I don’t doubt. This is just something that needs to happen.”

You roll your eyes, but you wait for the new bodyguard to show up. He has less than two minutes to show up or else he is going to be late. Everyone who works for your father knows they’re not supposed to be late. The front door opens right on the dot, and you sag your shoulders in defeat. You’re already thinking of ways to get rid of him, but as soon as you see him, your mouth goes dry.

He’s by far the sexiest bodyguard you’ve ever had. Tall (at least six foot), short dirty blonde hair, forest green eyes (the kind of green you only read about in books), defined muscles, and a scruffy beard that makes you wonder how much of a beard burn you can get. He may be handsome, but he’s just like the rest of them.

You’ll get rid of him easily, no problem.

“Jensen, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is your new bodyguard.”

“For now,” you mumble under your breath, but you think he heard.

“It’s a pleasure, sir,” Jensen says, shaking your father’s hand.

“Okay, I have meetings all day,” your father says, turning to you. “Behave.”

“Wait, can’t I go to the mall with my friends? We’re supposed to go shopping for her party.”

“No. You’re not to leave this house, understand?” Your father turns to Jensen, and your bodyguard keeps a stoic look on his face. “Make sure she doesn’t leave the house.”

“Yes, sir.”

You roll your eyes at your father’s overprotectiveness. Your dad gathers his things and kisses your head as he passes by, leaving the house altogether. Jensen has not taken his eyes off you since he arrived, and you turn to head upstairs. Jensen, of course, follows you without question. You get to your bedroom but before he can enter, you turn and place your hand on the doorframe, preventing him from going inside.

“I don’t think so. I’ll be changing, so unless you’d like me to tell my dad how you’re a pervert, then I suggest you stay outside.”

Jensen looks you up and down, and for a split second, you think about inviting him inside to watch you.

“Fine, I’ll be right outside.” You smile sweetly and close the door, losing the smile instantly. “You know, try as you might, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”

“You’ll leave sooner or later!” you call out.

You quickly get changed into your outfit for your friend’s party. It’s a strapless dress that goes right above your knees. Knowing you have to get rid of Jensen before you can try and sneak out, you grab your comforter and wrap it around your body to make it look like you’re naked. You open the door slightly and pop your head out, making sure to show him that you could be naked.

“Jensen? Could you do me a favor and grab me a towel from the hall closet? I’d like to take a shower.”

“Sure,” he sighs.

He moves from his spot by the door and heads to the hall closet at the end of the hallway. As soon as he has his back turned to you, you drop the blanket and quickly escape. You rush down the marbled stairs with your shoes in hand since you don’t want to make noise going down them. You think you’ve gotten away, but when you grasp the doorknob, Jensen’s veiny hand grips your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Nice try,” he chuckles.

“No offense, you’re a bodyguard not a babysitter.”

“For you, I’m both. Get your ass back upstairs.”

“Make me.”

“Don’t test me,” he growls. “It’s your father’s orders.”

“I’ll sneak out.”

“Not handcuffed to the bed, you won’t.”

Without speaking, he bends and grisp your waist and throws you over his shoulder. You hit his back and scream, but he holds you close to his body. He walks back up the stairs with ease, heading straight to your bedroom. He throws you down on your bed, but before you can scramble away, he removes handcuffs from his back pocket and slaps it on your right wrist. He then locks the other one to your headboard.

“Now stay.”

You’re glaring at him with such hatred, but he doesn’t care. He shakes his head and leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You wait a few seconds before removing one of the bobby pins from your hair. You’ve been the daughter of a mafia boss long enough to know that you needed to have weapons and accessories disguised as normal household objects. Your bobby pins will get you out of handcuffs easily. Jensen is stupid if he thinks you won’t do this.

You actually had to practice breaking out of the handcuffs and ropes just in case you needed to get out of a dangerous situation.

Getting out of these handcuffs is child’s play, and you’re free in no time. You grab different shoes from your closet and hold them in your hand because you’re going to put them on once you’re outside. You always have your keys with you, so you grab those and your small clutch.

Using your window as an escape hatch, you leave through it and parkour your way down to the ground. You slip on your shoes and head to your car without looking back. You don’t want to give Jensen time to catch you before you could leave.

Your friend’s party is blocks away, so you head over there quickly, easily finding a parking spot. You head inside the bass-dropping house, smiling at all your friends who are inside.

“Glad you could make it!” they squeal.

Only your best friend knows who your father is and what’s really going on. Your other friends are clueless, and you’d rather keep it that way. You need someone to talk to whenever something crazy happens, so you trust your best friend to keep your secrets.

“Did your new bodyguard come today?” your best friend asks, taking you off to the side.

“Yes and he's fucking hot. But, I’ll get rid of him in no time,” you giggle.

Everyone at the party is having a good time, and you’re already forgetting about Jensen. You dance for two hours, working up a really good sweat. If you want to continue to be here, you really need a smoke. Growing up with a mafia boss, you’ve gotten accustomed to the smell of cigarette smoke. You don’t do it very often, but every once in a while, you like to enjoy a cigarette.

You reach into your clutch and pull out a cigarette, cursing when you realize that you didn’t bring your lighter with you. You look through your entire clutch, but it’s not there.

“Need a light?”

You look up to see one of your classmates smiling at you. He’s kind of cute, but nowhere as near as cute at Jensen.

“Yeah, actually. Thank you.”

He takes out his lighter just as two more guys show up. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you’re suddenly conscious of those around you. You don’t light your cigarette because you don’t need the distraction.

“So, you’re Antonio’s daughter, huh?”

You were right to be cautious. These teenagers know who your dad is. That means they know what he does.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You turn to leave, but one of the men blocks your way. “Please leave me alone. I don’t know who Antonio is.”

“Your face is plastered all over my dad’s wall. Of course I know who you are.”

You start to run away, but the three teenagers grab you so that you don’t escape. You go to yell, but one of them slaps their hand over your mouth. Your life flashes before your eyes, but luckily, you don’t have to imagine a world where you’re kidnapped… again.

One of the teeangers is ripped from your body, and you look up to see Jensen there with rage in his eyes. He doesn't care if they’re kids or not, he will beat whoever dares to put their hands on you.

“Jensen, stop!” you yell.

He punches each of them to the ground, not caring about whether he broke their jaws or not. When he knows they’re not going to be a problem, he turns to you with fire in his eyes.

“Get in the car.”

He walks away without room for argument, so you huff out in annoyance before grabbing your clutch that fell on the ground.

“I could have taken them.”

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs. He opens the passenger door of his car and turns to you. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder to get rid of me.” You’re going to leave your car here and pick it up later, so you move to get into the car. “If you even think about sneaking out again, I’ll break both your legs.”

“Are you going to tell my dad about this?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“No, but try it again and your dad isn’t the one you need to worry about.”

“Kinky,” you smirk.

“Get in the car.”

Maybe having Jensen around isn't going to be such a bad thing.

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dead-air-radio · 22 days

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Rant tw

Don't get me wrong I love this girl as a friend but she gets so annoying I need to fucking say it to someone.

I've known her since like freshman year but we only like just started like talking talking to her like a year ago and like I try so hard to be nice cause like don't get me wrong I don't mind hanging out with her.

She's very fucking sheltered and I think it's just a me thing and my own issues that makes me look down on like religious shelter kids but like she is a fucking adult.

She only wears one outfit and it's not like her family doesn't have money they offer to get her things and she refuses and then gets upset about not looking "cool" and it's like maybe if you didn't wear the same white shirt everyday for like 4 fucking years. She acts extremely sheltered and as if her family would kill her for liking fucking anime. I was friends with her brother who is a metal head literally grimey like atheist dude and I've talked to him and he says his parents are into it with him like that they bring him to concerts and stuff. But she acts like they'll kill her for liking anime cause it's weird. And it's like okay? She refuses to drive on freeways and at night or be out past 4 fucking pm. She's going on 19 btw. Calls her dad anytime we decide to hangout somewhere to ask for permission. And at first I didn't mind it till it was literally my birthday and my friends went to the mall and I invited her and the whole time she's like "guys wait can we keep track of the time I can't be too late home" We had to cut off my birthday earlier for her because she wanted to be back by like 6pm at the latest home. You are a grown adult. I get being anxious and stuff but like I offered to go to the mall a different day for my birthday and that we could hangout closer to her house so she didn't need to worry but she insisted. And anytime we are out in public she gets on my nerves she almost starts crying when me and my friends split up in stores shes like guys can we stick together and it's like we are literally getting things at the opposite side of the store just go with one of us. And she whines the whole time we are in stores like when can we go 🥺 or will follow me every fucking where. During my birthday we went to a really big mall and I have only been there once before then so I wanted to see a bunch more of their stores I only got to see like fucking 5 tho cause she got upset.

Cause we had to split up cause one of my friends had to leave to get bandages for her feet so she was like dw Just keep shopping me and the other friend I brought will ve back. And the whole time the friend I've been talking about (I'll just call her 6) was like guys can we just stay in one store while we wait and it's like tf no? And eventually they're like I need to get home it's 6pm and it's like 6 I told you I was staying up late for my birthday the mall doesn't close for fucking hrs. Anyways we left early.

And then she went home and was upset she couldn't have dinner with us and it's like no one's forcing you to leave? And she gets upset when me and my friends hangout and no one wants to drive with her. And it's like you refuse to go past the speed limit your car doesn't have ac and you refuse to go on the free way so it takes like an extra 30mins to get where we need to be cause you take surface streets. Also her playlist consists of 5 fucking songs and they're shit. She refuses to get youtube or Spotify premium which idc or mind it's expensive but she won't get an ad blocker either and complains about ads so instead she downloaded 5 songs and has them on repeat. And they're so fucking boring. It's like indie rock that's like on the verge of being emo but is like tx2 type shit like "you wouldn't like me if I take off this mask and broke my facades I'm so dark and twisted deep down" iykyk. And she's one of those people that when she gets mad her "ancestors" come out and she speaks in an English and Irish accent and it's like...stfu.

She's also a clean freak and she went to my house and like the way she acted is not how you treat someone in their own fucking home. She was shaking when she saw my room and was pacing cause of how 'disgusting' it was. She was like how do you live so dirty 😰 and it's like bro a pile of clothes is fucking nothing compared to the usual. And she ruined the hangout when we went to a friend's house cause she wouldn't stop complaining about how messy her house was and refused to sit down which sorry but that's so fucking disrespectful.

The persons house we were at was not dirty in the fucking slightest but she brought the whole vibe down cause she refused to sit and was like sorry guys I can't concentrate with all this dust. And wouldn't stop pacing and until we just told her to go home.

Not only that but like she's one of those girls thats like guys I can't have sugar I'm too dainty ill have a sugar rush and shake and she had a monster one time and that bitch was vibrating for like 5 hrs and it's like bro that monster a rehab monster mind you did not just do that to you.

Also she refuses to have an open about things like I fucking hate neutral people like that. And with the clean thing it's making it so she doesn't even want a job. She wants to go on this big fancy trip to see her friends but it'll cost like 500 dollars which is a singular fucking paycheck as a part time host at a dingy diner (from experience) but she refuses to get a job cause she doesn't want to work retail or food cause she says it's gross. And refuses to work during the week and only wants to work weekends and it's like you can't being fucking picky as a 19 year old when it comes to working and the fact you didn't want to go to college or a trade school either. Like life is life. But she complains about needing that money and a job and she opened up commission for art but this bitch doesn't have anything like PayPal or cashapp and she doesn't want to promote her work either... like she wants to do solely cash and in person art and it's not like she doesn't know how me and my friends who also do commissions have offered to help set it up and she's like but I can get scammed on those things 🥺 and it's like bro you can be scammed on almost anything no one's gonna buy from you. She doesn't have a card either. Strictly fucking cash like? And she acts so fucking sheltered. ITS CALLED SEX YOU ARE 19 FUCKING ACT LIKE IT. Like she doesn't understand anything and it's not like she's uncomfortable with that topic or anything it's the fact she genuinely acts fucking stupid. She's also super religious and her parents aren't that much like?

I was the first person she came out as trans to and I can understand the religious guilt but she has the audacity to still like side with chirstians on most things cause she doesn't want to look bad. She constantly rants about hating being trans not cause she feels guilty or anything but because being trans is a sin and it's like she knows I have religious trauma and she still acts like that and it pisses me off.

The thing that pushed me over the edge was when my friend was visiting and I've talked about him before and how I only got to see him for a day and when he was visiting she asked to hangout with us and some other friends and she got a fucking flat tire and instead of like calling her dad she asked my friend that only has 5 fucking hrs to visit us to help her and she just watched him do it for her....he was only allowed to stay 5 fucking hrs and most of it was fixing a goddamn tire. I've never felt so pissed and I genuinely didn't even want her to go like I was contemplating yelling or crying at her cause this was my one day to see him type thing cause he lives in a diff stay.

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pinonhallow · 25 days

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Episode 1.01

“Yeah, I can pick that up.” She pursed her lips and closed her eyes as she listened to the voice on the other end of the call. “Mom, I got it. I know what size Fallon wears.”

She tapped the end call button and dropped her phone into the opening of her tote bag. She paused for a moment before collecting her bearings of where she was in the mall. She was only a few stores away from Imagination, the children’s clothing store. Pop music filtered over the different speakers until she was closer to the store, and she heard more of the kidz bop version of songs, than the actual songs.

The store smelled like cotton candy; the walls decorated with pictures of kids who looked like they had just walked off the set of a Disney Channel show. Bright smiles, perfectly done hair, bold colored clothing. This wasn’t really her first choice to shop for Fallon, but it was the one her mother wanted her to shop at. Try and keep Fallon a little girl as long as possible, she was almost a teenager though and most of what was available at the shop screamed preschooler instead.

“Shopping for Fallon?”

The friendly voice caused her to turn around, “Hey Maggie, yeah, Mom wants her to have some more cardigans.”

The blond nodded as she led her deeper into the store, “These should work. They’re a bit mature, classic, they should grow with Fallon for a year or two before she becomes a teenager and wants to pick her own stuff.”

She chuckled, “Oh, I sure did. I think that might be why my mom is so insistent on what exactly Fallon wears. Trying to keep her tame before she does something silly and dyes her hair teal.”

“Abby Adams with teal hair? I can’t see that.”

“I was fifteen, I was rebelling.” She searched through the rack for Fallon’s size, “But things happen, like becoming an older sister suddenly.”

“You’re a good older sister.” Maggie reminded her as she pulled out two cardigans in different colors and handed them to Abby, “if Fallon asks these are very Taylor Swift.”

Abby smiled, “She’ll love them.”

“Let me know if you need to find anything else.” Maggie looked around the store to see a customer going towards the register.

“Thanks Maggie, hopefully this is it.” She moved around the area of the store, finding a few more things that would suit her sister, and her mother would approve of.

After she paid and left the store, she made her way to the bookstore. Right on the front table was a display of all the books written by Chad Davis, a giant picture of him. He was a hometown name after all. She picked up the latest title and turned over the back, reading the synopsis; Teenage Wick wasn’t sure he could survive without his girlfriend Sketch. Yet their families kept them apart. Years later Sketch has been kidnapped, and Wick is an FBI agent sent to find her. Will he find more than just his first love?

Rolling her eyes she opened the dedication page, “To the real Sketch, I’m so sorry.” She kept the book in her hand as she moved to another table, looking for a copy of Fourth Wing for her book club. She found one, collecting it with a couple of other books she had found for herself as well as a few she found for Fallon and a book her mother wanted for her own book club.

After leaving the bookstore she walked towards the food court, stopping in at the coffee house. She needed a caffeine boost. “Abby, here you go.” She hadn’t even ordered yet and her best friend since the third grade was handing her a cup.

“Thank you, how did you know I was coming in?” She took a sip of the cold coffee, feeling her body relax as she ingested it.

Pam smiled, “I saw you pass by earlier. I knew you wouldn’t leave without stopping in. Mom, have you shopping for the sister again?”

“And some other errands.” Abby shrugged, “I had to get some stuff for my book club, for Mom’s too so at least I got to the bookstore.”

“You get Chad Davis’s new book? I heard that Marcy wants to make it next months pick.” She rolled her eyes, “Like that is going to help win over his brother Kip, or anyone in that family. I don’t think Chad has stepped foot in Pinon Hallow since high school.”

Abby shrugged, “No clue, and I saw it. I don’t know, his stuff isn’t my usual read.”

“Neither is Fourth Wing.” Pam snickered, “Just be glad that’s not the one your mom will be reading.”

“Wait why?” Abby took another sip of her coffee, “Her book club is doing some Hockey Romance or something. I think it was called Icebreaker.”

Pam covered her mouth with her hand, “Oh Mrs. Adams is going to be reading Icebreaker? Who picked it?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“It’s supposed to be spicy; I mean so is Fourth Wing, but that from what I have seen online is tame in comparison.”

Abby put her cup down and started laughing, “Constance Radford picked it, I think. Oh, I bet she has no idea.” She looked in the bag from the bookstore, “Oh I bet she saw the cover and thought it was just cute and sweet. I might have to just steal this copy from my mom once she realizes what it is and is scandalized.”

Pam put her arm around Abby’s shoulder, “I’m going to be honest; I don’t think your mom will be scandalized, but it will be glorious when Constance Radford is, isn’t this for the Church book club?”

“Yeah, it is.” Abby tried to keep the laugh in, but she couldn’t. “Oh, that will be a fun night when they meet.”

Pam didn’t respond, she kept her eyes on the guy walking by. He had several other guys their age walking with them. One had a camera out.

“Seriously Pam, still? Do you not remember what he was like in high school? Plus, have you seen what his videos are like? Maybe it’s an act, but I doubt it. He’s still the same slimeball he was when we were younger.” Abby watched her friend; she could see the defeated expression coming over her.

“I could fix him.” Pam finally suggested.

Abby groaned, “Oh Pam, you don’t want a man you need to fix. You want a man, that wants to build something with you. Create a life with you. Not one that just wants to create content.”

“You know he tried to revive the cinnamon challenge last week.” Pam kept her eyes as he stood in front of the shoe store across the hall.

Abby shook her head, “Think about all the stupid stuff Kip did when we were in high school. We’re in our late twenties now Pam, he’s still doing that stupid kind of stuff and posting it on YouTube.”

“Point taken.” Pam shrugged, “Are you going to join us at Moonlight tonight?”

“I don’t know. I must finish a project that’s due on Monday.”

“Then why are you at the mall right now?” Pam countered.

Abby looked at her bags, “Had to get out of the house. Mom was working from home too and it was just too much.”

“Move out. Why are you still living with your parents?”

Abby sighed, “I’m a freelancer, I don’t have steady work now. I’m just trying to save what I can so one day I am not worried about money.”

“I could always give you a good deal on an apartment.” Pam reminded her.

Abby looked towards the fountain in the middle of the food court, “I know, but right now I need to still be at home.”

“Whatever you say. Please tell me you at least got Fallon something cute and not like a four-year-old would wear?”

“Yeah, Maggie helped me out a bit.” Abby felt a chill through her body for a moment, someone near the fountain caught her eye, but they were gone before she could see who it was.

Pam heard her name called from behind the coffee bar, “Text me later.”

“I will, I got to get going anyways.” Abby thanked her for the coffee again before leaving the coffee house. The mall was surprisingly busy for a weekday afternoon as she made her way past the fountain towards the outdoor promenade of stores, past the valet parking towards the lot. She felt the wind blow, and a shiver go through her body as she got into her Jeep Grand Cherokee.

She attempted to ignore the feeling as she started the engine. Maybe it was just the conversation with Pam, or the display in the bookstore. Yeah, that was probably it.

####

Maggie checked the time on her phone as she left the store. She was feeling rushed this afternoon as she made her way down the hall to the bookstore. She had scoured her bookshelves the past two nights looking for her copy of Emma, only to get a text message from her sister that she’d borrowed it for a book report.

Normally Maggie wouldn’t care, and would be thrilled that Cassie cared to read, let alone read Jane Austin, however it was this month’s selection for the book club she took part in. They had decided to read all of Jane’s books, starting with Emma. She did chuckle to herself at the selection, thinking Pride and Prejudice would be the first pick.

At least getting another copy would be easy enough. Though she wasn’t expecting the store to be as full as it was when she walked through the doors, moving around the display in the front, trying to dodge the booktok table, and almost getting knocked into a selection of cookbooks by people with failed daytime television shows.

“You good Maggie?” Conner McKay had caught her before she took out the pile of discounted cookbooks.

She gulped as she got lost in his eyes for a second, that was all she could allow herself to have, “Yeah, sorry just trying to get to the classics.”

“Cassie has your copy, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah.” Maggie shrugged as she ran a hand through her blond hair, “I’m thrilled she borrowed it; the timing could’ve been better.”

“Which one is it?” He walked with her to the section, feeling the crowd thin out.

Maggie looked around, “What has the store so busy today?”

Conner rolled his eyes, “New Chad Davis book got released. People still think he’ll show up to do a book signing. He never has. I only do the display right in front to keep Adel happy.”

“I fear the day that Kip knocks one of his groupies up and she or he wants a clothing sponsorship.” Maggie confessed as she reached for a copy of Emma.

“That is scary for a number of reasons.” Conner laughed, “I’m going to let you browse, I have to go check on Eric up front.”

“Thanks.” She bit her lip as she watched him walk towards the register area. She had been flirting with him since they met, and well nothing. For now, she would just have to stick with having a book boyfriend, if she couldn’t even get the attention of a real-life man.

Conner was silently cursing himself again as he walked away. Why could he never actually ask her for a cup of coffee, or a drink, or what did people even do these days for dates. He hadn’t gone on one since he was in college—and that had led to a baby and marriage shortly after. A daughter who was now sixteen, who only saw her mother in TikTok videos of all places—at least it wasn’t only fans.

“You didn’t ask her out again, right?” Eric shook his head as he worked on stocking the reusable shopping bags under the counter.

“No, I didn’t.” Conner sighed as he looked around the sales floor. “Lysa adores her, Bethany is never coming back—and I wouldn’t want to repeat that anyways. I don’t know what I’m scared of.”

“Moving forward.” Eric started to shrug and then stopped midway as he looked at the entrance of the store.

Conner followed his glance to the entrance, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Eric shook his head, “Shouldn’t she be trying to live in some random country for like $200 a month?”

“Yeah, last I knew.” Conner rolled his eyes as he walked over to the one woman he didn’t want to deal with. “Hey Bethany, looking for a travel book?”

She smiled, “Hey Conner, I was looking for you.”

“You should’ve called.” Conner crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at his ex-wife, even in heels she was still tiny. “Have you spoken to Lysa?”

“Not yet.” She adjusted her purse strap, “I wanted to talk to you first.”

“Are you even going to see her this time?”

“I am.” She took an unsteady breath as she looked at him, “I’m going to be in town for a little bit. I’m working on a travel book. I have a deal with a publisher in Denver.”

“I hope you found a nice Air B&B or something like that.” He was terrified she was about to ask to stay with him and their daughter.

“I have my parents house.” She told him, “When they moved to Arizona, they sold it to me.”

Conner bit the inside of his cheek as he listened to her, “Good for you. If you want my help with Lysa, I can’t give it to you. You need to be the one to call her, to tell her you’re in town. You want to see her; you work to set it up. She’s sixteen now, she can make the decision to see you or not herself.”

“She’s fourteen Conner.”

“Sixteen Bethany, you’ve been gone for twelve years.”

Bethany was frozen for a moment, “You’re right.” She couldn’t believe she had gotten her only daughter’s age wrong. “I’m still jetlagged obviously. I will call her and set up a lunch this weekend.”

“Good luck with that.” Conner looked towards Eric, “The sooner, the better. People have seen you. It’s only a matter of time before Lysa finds out you’re in town. The longer you wait to tell her, the less likely she’ll be to talk with you or see you.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply, he walked back to the register desk. If Bethany didn’t call Lysa by tomorrow night, then he would sit her down and let her know. It really was a matter of time considering Eric, who loved to spill the tea as he said mentioned something if she dropped by the store.

“Is she gone?”

“Yeah Boss.” He passed him his phone, “Lysa was calling while you were over there. I didn’t answer.”

Conner looked at the young college student in the eyes, “Do not mention that Bethany was here. It’s the last thing Lysa needs to find out.”

“Yeah, Maggie didn’t look thrilled either while she checked out.”

“Maggie knows about Bethany, everything she’s done.”

Eric lifted himself onto the back counter to sit, “Boss, if you and Maggie are close enough that you can tell her about the ex. You’re close enough your daughter likes her, then just ask her out. She is clearly crazy about you.”

“I doubt that.”

“Fine, she’s just trying to get to you for the book discount. She did buy five books today.” Eric picked up his phone, “Yes, my food is almost here.”

Conner rolled his eyes as he checked the time, “I have to go. Can you handle this on your own?”

“Yes, I’m not going to burn the store down or anything.”

Conner knew Eric wouldn’t burn the store down, he really did. He just was afraid he would get sucked into whatever hot social media app was at the moment.

####

“Thank you for coming Detective Lane.” The officer led her under the crime scene tape as they moved through the wooded area of the local park.

“What do we have?” she pulled her dark hair back into a short, tight ponytail as she got closer to the crime scene.

“White male, early thirties we believe, beaten, left for dead.”

She nodded as the paramedics started to transfer the body. “Any ID?”

“Just this.” He passed her a Colorado Drivers Liscense.

“Shit.” She saw the name and then looked at the victim, “Get him to Memorial, we’ll work on notifying the family. Hopefully they’ll have some answers about what happened.”

“It doesn’t look like this is where he was attacked, just dumped.” One of the crime scene engineers pointed out several aspects of the scene. “If he hadn’t been found when he was, he would probably be dead.”

“Who found him?”

“He did.” The uniform pointed to the young man giving a statement to another uniformed officer.

“This kid, seriously?” She shook her head.

“Something wrong Siobhan?”

The thick voice caused her to turn around, “Lucas, you’ll never believe who discovered the body.”

He followed her glance, “Wait, seriously? The delivery boy?”

She nodded, “I can’t deal with that kid, will you please take his statement?”

He chuckled, “Fine, I got this but that means you notify the family.”

“I got it.” She watched as he was loaded into the ambulance before she took out her cell phone and walked away from the crowds of people. She searched through her contacts, she had lived in this town for so long, she almost always knew a victim’s family. This one though, he hadn’t been in town in many years.

The number she selected dialed, and the line started trilling. Before she had even taken one deep breath the call answered, “Hey, perfect timing.”

“Not really.” She didn’t give a greeting, “I’m actually calling on police business.”

“What’s going on?”

“Brighton, he’s on his way to Memorial Hospital here in town. He was found beaten, near death this afternoon.” Siobhan looked over as her partner laughed with the witness. She felt herself shiver.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“If you give me your parents number I can call them. They can probably make it faster from Arizona.”

“I’m in town. And my parents won’t help Brighton.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you at Memorial then.” Siobhan hung up, processing the information she’d just been given.

“Lane, you, okay?” Lucas waved his hand in front of her face.

She blinked a couple of times, “Yeah, I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting this family member to be in town.”

“We’ve got to get over to the hospital, see what the situation is, okay?”

“Yeah, you got the kid’s statement?”

“I did.” Be shook his head, “I don’t know why he irritates you so much.”

Siobhan looked back at him as he got into his Nissan, “He was delivering a pizza three weeks ago to a house just as we went in for a raid on their drug lab.”

“Wait, that was--.”

“And then, he was the one who witnessed that incident downtown when that guy drove into the shoe store.”

Lucas nodded, “Yeah, he’s got some bad luck.”

“Anyways, let’s get over to memorial and hope that Trista is on duty.”

####

“I don’t want to lose them. They’re a major anchor store for the mall.” Adel Davis paced around the living room of her family’s large estate, her phone on speaker.

“We understand, but we might not have a choice.” The person on the other end spoke.

“We need to keep them, and if God forbid, we can’t then let’s make sure we can get that space filled within a month. An empty space like that could ruin us.” She ended the call, for a moment wishing for the days when she could slam the phone down.

“The mall is always bustling Mom, no need to worry.” Her youngest son came into the room, for once not followed by the so-called camera crew he usually had trailing behind him.

“Kip, what brings you away from the cameras?” Perhaps she should’ve sent him off to school with his brother, at the very least he had a career, but he never came home.

“Getting ready to go and meet the guys for Taco Thursday.” He picked up one of the decorative glass balls sitting on the coffee table, “I saw dear Brother’s new book came out.”

“Yes, it did.” Adel braced herself, never sure what Kip would notice, say, bring up.

Kip tossed the glass ball in the air as he leaned on the arm of the white sofa, “I read it on my Kindle this morning. What a silly story. I can’t believe people buy his books.”

“Your brother is a very talented writer.” His father told him as he came into the room. “You are a talented content creator, even if I still don’t really get it.”

Kip rolled his eyes, “About that.”

“Yeah?” Adel perked up, perhaps her son would finally use that college education he had for something, anything besides sitting in his room and streaming video games all day.

“I was wondering if I could use the pool house, turn it into my studio. I’m looking to expand the kind of content I create.”

Adel looked towards her husband, mentally trying to tell him to tell Kip no.

“Go for it. It could use an update anyways. Redecorate it and use that for content too Kip.”

“Thanks Dad.” Kip smiled before looking to his mom, “You cool with that?”

“Yeah honey, though any thought of using that business degree?”

Kip shrugged, “I use it every day. I know you don’t think streaming is a job or anything, but I haven’t even touched my trust fund in five years. I sell merchandise, I have paid subscribers. I get it you want me working under you or under Dad, but it’s just not going to happen.”

Adel, “It’s getting late, you two figures out the logistics for the pool house. Just please Kip don’t knock down any walls.”

“Whatever you say Mom.” Kip slowly sighed as his mother left.

Doug sat next to him on the couch, “She loves you; she’s concerned, she doesn’t get it.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Just maybe no more prank videos, especially done in the mall.”

Kip nodded, “Yeah, that probably doesn’t help her take this seriously.”

“Not at all.” Doug turned his iPad on, “Figure out what you want to do with the pool house, I mean besides move in it to get some distance from us.”

“You figured that part out huh?”

“Kip, you’re beyond old enough to have your own space. Okay yes you have a suite of rooms upstairs, but it’s time for you to move out. Even if it’s just to the pool house. Let’s be real that’s as far as your mother will let you move out without interference.”

“But Chad lives in New York, she sent him off to private school when he was in high school. He never comes home.”

Doug took a moment, “Chad’s situation is very different. What I can say is that might be why she holds on as tightly as she does to you.”

Kip tried to remember what he could about when his brother had been sent away. Whatever it was had to be bad, really bad. Kip had his own hiccups and scandals in high school, yet Chad had been sent away. “Think Chad will ever come back?’’

“When the time is right he will. Don’t know when that will be.”

“Thanks Dad, I’ll see you in the morning.” Kip gently put the glass ball he’d been playing with back in the bowl on the table.

“Be safe.” Doug called out as his youngest son left.

####

“Has he been disposed of?” she questioned as her chair faced the wall of Higher Education Degrees.

“We did exactly what you asked us to do.” He told her, his hands behind his back, “Unfortunately luck was not on our side this afternoon.”

The chair spun and she slammed her arms on the desk, “What do you mean?”

“The police have already discovered his body. Someone passing by running on the trail caught sight of him.”

“Why wasn’t he deep in the river?” She ran a hand through her white, blond hair.

“It’s April, the runoff hasn’t really started, and so the river is not as deep as we would’ve liked for this. We were hoping the current would take him downstream a bit more before he washed up.”

She rubbed her forehead, “Take care of this. We can’t be found to be connected to him in anyway.”

“Don’t worry, everything will work out in our favor.” He told her as he left the office. He knew he’d just lied to her. But that was everything he did these days, lie. He lied to her, to the people around him, none of them knew the truth. He was surprised he had reached this high in the organization, gotten in deeper.

Once he was alone in his car, he pulled his phone out and pressed stop on the recording. If Carla ever found it, he would play it off as him covering his ass if she ever turned on him. Really though he was uploading it as part of the case his department was working to bring against her.

“Hart” he answered his phone as he pulled out of the medical suite parking lot, “yeah, that’s good to hear. Yeah, I’ll swing by the hospital.”

####

Siobhan paced in front of the nurse’s station while Lucas had gone to get them coffee. She had let her hair down once they were back in their car, giving her the chance to twist it around her fingers as she put together the information she had already about the victim and what had happened to him.

She couldn’t ignore the fact that his sister was back in town, the same day he washes up on the edge of death in the river. Not that Siobhan realized he was even in town either. What the hell were either of them doing here? Was it a coincidence or a connection?

“Detective?” the doctor stood in front of her, “You, okay?”

“Yeah, just going over the pieces. What do you know?”

She frowned as she put her hands in the pocket of her black scrubs, “He is in a coma right now, a lot of swelling in his brain. He’s got broken ribs, and a lot of bruising and swelling. Right now, it’s touch and go.”

“Trista, any idea of what caused these injuries?”

“I’m not a medical examiner, but these aren’t the kind of injuries in a car accident, not even the kind that lands you in the water.” Trista looked around, “I’m still waiting on the tox screen.”

“You think he was high?”

“I’ve seen a growing number of patients you wouldn’t expect.” Trista confessed as her name got called over the speaker system, “I’ll check back in with you soon.”

“Thanks.” Siobhan called out as the doctor walked away.

“I’m looking for Brighton Simpson.”

A voice crossed Siobhan’s ears and it was not the one she was expecting as she turned around. “Holdon Hart?”

She saw him cringe at the sound of her voice as he turned to look towards her. She tried to ignore how good he looked in the tight white T-shirt that stretched across him, the leather jacket he wore. He had total bad-boy appeal all over him.

He gave her a smile, hoping to thaw the freeze he saw from her, “What a small world.”

“Why are you asking about my victim?” She had a new piece of the puzzle and at this moment she wasn’t sure she would like where this could be going.

He looked around, trying to see who was around him, them before leaning in close. “I’m just asking about a friend.” He knew he couldn’t tell her in such a public place. “Where’s your partner, or do they have you going on cases alone?”

“He’s getting coffee.” She kept her eyes steeled on him, “Why are you even in town, I thought the feds cut you. Shouldn’t you be somewhere disgraced?”

He smirked, “If I remember correctly Siobhan, you liked my disgraced side.”

“Shut up Holdon. I don’t have time for your nonsense. Or maybe you know exactly what happened to Brighton.”

“I promise you Siobhan, I don’t. I just wanted to check on him.”

“How do you know him?”

“We worked together.” That was all he could tell her; all he could say. It wasn’t a lie; it was the truth. He just knew that Siobahn Lane wouldn’t be ready for the truth right now, and not in such a public setting.

“He’s alive, for now.” She finally let her eyes go to the entrance, wondering why she had believed his sister would show up quickly.

He nodded, “Thanks Lane, I’ll see you around.”

“Hart, how about we don’t count on that?”

“Oh, but you can count on it.” He licked his lips as he walked out of the hospital. He had gotten way too close to blow his cover. And now he wouldn’t be able to sleep because he would be haunted by memories of his former police partner.

####

“Enjoy your stay in Colorado.” The attendant at the rental kiosk handed over a stack of paperwork and a car key.

“Thanks.” He gave her a smile before throwing his carrying on over his shoulder and dragging his wheely hardshell behind him. He knew he still had over an hour drive to Pinon Hallow—if traffic on I-25 wasn’t bad. He couldn’t be sure of the reception he would get when he arrived.

He found the car he’d been assigned and loaded his bags in. His phone automatically connected to the Bluetooth system in the car, and he listened to the messages he had received while in the air. He would deal with it all tomorrow.

He set the phone to play a podcast, listening to the story of a woman who ran away as a teenager to join a cult. Her family didn’t know what happened to her for a decade and a half.

He was almost at the end of the podcast episode when the familiar silhouette of Pinon Hallow came into view. It wouldn’t be long now; he would be home soon. He moved down the streets he’d known for his entire childhood. He was surprised by how familiar and foreign they were at the same time.

He pulled up the long driveway towards the stone mansion. The lights were on in many rooms, but he knew there weren’t people to fill them. Not now at least. They wouldn’t tell him they didn’t have room for him, unless they had turned it into a hotel—which his mother would never have done.

He parked in his favorite spot from when he was in high school and took out his carry-on bag. He locked the car out of pure habit as he went to the door. He let himself in, the foyer that led to the living room was empty. He glanced at the time on his phone, if his father was around, he knew exactly where he could find him.

Moving through his childhood home he stopped outside the bowling alley. He could hear the pins falling. “Alright Adel, let’s see what you’ve got.” His father’s voice was older, how had he missed that in phone and video calls.

“I will get this turkey.” Her voice teased.

He watched as his mother took her ball and moved up towards the lane, and then let the ball sail down the hard wood and got a strike. He started clapping as he walked into the room. “Good job Mom.”

His parents both turned, instinctively they knew it wasn’t Kip interrupting them. Instead before Adel and Doug Davis, for the first time in over twelve years was their oldest and first-born son Chad.

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home son.” Doug moved to give his son a hug, unsure if he would accept, but grateful he did.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?” his mother moved in for a hug of her own, holding him tightly.

“I wanted to surprise you. Why did you turn my room into something else?” He put his bag down as he picked up the blue bowling ball sitting to the side he had used throughout his teenage years, before he’d been sent away.

“No, though Kip did try.” Adel smiled.

“Ahh yes, probably wanted a room for his video games.” Chad put the ball down, “I don’t know how long I’ll be in home. I just knew it was time to come home.”

“We’re glad you did.” Doug told him. “I’ll call Simone and get your room ready for you.”

“Thanks Dad.” Chad watched his father leave the room before he looked at his mother, really looked at her. She was older of course, A sadness over her. “Is Kip home?”

“No, I think he went to get tacos with his friends.”

Chad nodded, “So probably making a stupid video with them.”

“I wouldn’t call them stupid.”

“Uninspired then.” Chad suggested, “Is that bookstore still in the mall?”

“Of course, why?”

Chad shrugged, “I might go sign some copies of my latest book, or if they have any of my past ones.”

“They do, they have a huge display of your stuff.” She gushed.

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed.” But he knew why, it was to stay in her good graces. Sure, he’d made the New York Times list three times already but here in Pinon Hallow, his mother had a lot of pull. Any attention he got, at least in a positive sense, was of her will.

“Do you have any dietary needs or requests. I can make sure Simone has a grocery delivery done early so you have what you want or need.”

“No, I’m not that fussy. Unless you’ve all gone gluten, meat, free.”

“Nothing like that, next week with your brother who knows though.” She sighed a little. “I do wish you had told us you were coming. I could’ve set you up with a proper book signing.”

“I prefer this way. I don’t generally enjoy crowds of people.”

“Simone is getting your room ready.” Doug informed Chad when he came back in. “She already has fresh towels in your bathroom and the sheets are being put on the bed as we speak.”

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. It’s been a long travel day.” He left the room before they could protest or say anything else.

He made his way up to his childhood room, unsure what he might find. The room had been cleaned up, cleaned out. It had been updated to a more mature style. Almost like his mother had expected he would return—which he had.

He dropped his carryon bag by the door, bypassing the bathroom for a moment. He needed to know if it was still here, after all these years.

The books on the bookshelf didn’t appear to have been traded out. He pulled out a copy of The Hunger Games, and as he flipped through the pages something fell out. He picked it up, the blue in drawing of himself, sitting under the tree at the high school courtyard.

It was here.

It still existed.

All this time he had told himself it had to be gone.

Was this a sign he should try to find her?

If he could, maybe he could apologize about how things ended.

It hadn’t been his choice.

Would she even want to see him now?

She was probably married, had kids.

She probably left Pinon Hallow.

She was probably in Paris or Sydney, exploring the world.

But she was why he came back to town. She had been haunting his dreams for months, years really.

It had to mean something, and Chad was determined to find out what. He would find his high school girlfriend. He would apologize for what happened. It was the least he could do all these years later.

####

Abby sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen, willing the inspiration she needed to finish the project in front of her. It just wasn’t coming.

She read over the client’s information sheet again, sighing. What was in front of her was perfectly acceptable, yet something was missing. She just couldn’t decide what it was.

She turned the monitor off and moved over to her bed, she looked at the bag from the bookstore she hadn’t unpacked yet. Pulling out the book by Chad Davis, she opened the dedication page again, letting her finger drift over the text.

She closed the book and put it on the shelf above her bed. The same shelf that had every other book he had written. Next to them was a box of notes she had received in high school, along with the breakup letter from her first boyfriend. On the other side of the books was a baby picture of Fallon, simple and classic.

Simple and classic.

That’s what her current project was missing. She went back to her desk, turning on the monitor and getting lost in her art.

Tomorrow would be a new day, and she wouldn’t feel the past encroaching on her the way she had today.

#Soap Opera #Text Based Soap Opera #Divisions #Season 1 #katdvs #Maggie Williams #Abby Adams #Conner McKay #Chad Davis #Siobhan Lane

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Title: Unfinished Business Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: PG Pairing: None Word count: 1166 Warnings: mention of death. angst. swearing. Summary: AU. Steve has a bit of a revelation.

Notes: Written for @cryptidcasanova's Hellfire Haunts Challenge. The prompts chosen for this were Steve Harrington, Ghost and "Did you think they would protect you?" This is the first of my horror/halloween prompts.

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"You know you're dead right?" She's staring at him expectantly.

"Just because I'm flunking with these ladies doesn't mean I'm dead in the water. Just wait. The right one will come."

Robin sighs and leans against the counter. "No, like dead dead. They're ignoring you because they can't see you."

“Oh ha ha,” he says dryly. It’s not that funny. He feels invisible sometimes since school ended. He’s failed more than he thought he would and his parents are never home. He’s no longer King Steve but since he broke up with Nancy, it’s like he doesn’t exist. Or maybe he’s just been so focused on her and the way he seems to see her everywhere with Jonathan. Hawkins isn’t a big town but it feels smaller lately.

“Steve…” her voice is uncharacteristically serious. Robin frowns at him for a moment before she walks around the counter and closes the door. She locks it before she turns to him.

“You can’t do that.”

“I need to,” she says. She walks back to the counter and hops up on it. Steve just sighs because he’s going to have to clean it. “Steve…did something bad happen? Like, recently? Or in the last few months.”

He thinks back to everything. Being drawn back into the chaos of monsters and telekinesis and the end of the world. Trying to save a bunch of asshole kids who didn’t even know how to say thank you.

“Uh…no?” If he tells his coworker the truth, she’ll think he’s insane.

“You didn’t, I don’t know, fall down the stairs? Get in a car accident or something? Wander off with a stranger to help find their puppy?”

He gives her an unimpressed look. Did she think he’s stupid? Scratch that. The answer is probably yes. “No.”

“Steve. Think about it. The only one who’s been talking to you, who’s been looking at you is me. You don’t think that’s weird?”

“I mean–”

“We’re not friends, Steve. I don’t even know why you’re here because you’re not getting paid. Where did you get the uniform? The boss didn’t hire you. So what happened? How did you die?”

“I didn’t die!”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Stop trying to bullshit me!”

“Steve, I’m not–”

“I’m taking my break.” He throws his hat on the counter and leaves, ignoring the way she’s calling his name as he goes out the back.

It’s a cruel trick. Another way to make fun of the fall of King Steve. Like it’s not bad enough that he’s stuck working at some stupid ice cream shop because his dad…he hasn’t actually seen his dad in months. Or his mom. He knows they’ve been around, in the house. Things have moved and dishes appeared in the sink but he hasn’t actually seen them.

He moves through the mall easily. Or it moves around him. He can’t seem to get Robin’s voice out of his head. “How did you die?”

He didn’t die. It’s a stupid question. He leans against the railing, looking out over the mall. He’s just having some bad luck. It’s the stupid hat with that uniform. It’s…it’s the fact that no one’s looking at him.

Steve has always attracted some kind of attention. Most of it good until the disaster with Nancy. But now that Robin’s words are echoing in his head, he’s noticing that no one has even glanced his way. No one’s…he swallows tightly.

He looks over at the couple next to him. “Hey, you know what time it is?”

They walk away.

“That’s rude,” Steve mutters. “Hey!” he calls out to one of his teammates from basketball. “Hey! Kyle!” He raises his voice but they don’t look. No one does. Fear settles in Steve’s chest, sitting heavy like lead. “Hello!” His shout echoes across the mall, but it’s buried in the sound of the mall. Or at least it seems to be. No one reacts.

He runs back to the ice cream shop, noting the way people seem to step around him before he runs into them. Even as he reaches to touch one, they move or duck out of the way. It’s weird. He’s never noticed it before. He stops, standing in the middle of the walkway. Things were fine. He was fine.

“Are you okay?”

He’s back in the ice cream shop, sitting on the floor behind the counter.

“Yea–” he stops, actually thinking about what she says. Things haven’t been the same since that night. The night when Billy beat the shit out of him and he woke up in the backseat of a car, vision blurry and head feeling like it was going to explode, with some kid driving. He ended up in some fucking tunnels that smelled like smoke and rot. He remembers getting out of them. He thinks. He helped the kids up and then…he remembers being by the car, sitting there on the ground while the kids cheered and looked back into the hole and…wait, how did he get home?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Robin says softly.

“…I’m dead?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “Sorry.”

“Bummer.”

She snorts slightly at him. “So what…what happened?”

Steve rests his head back on the wall. “I don’t know.” He closes his eyes. He wouldn’t normally say anything, wouldn’t tell some other poor soul the truth about this town unless he had to. He never wanted anyone to think he was insane but what’s the risk now? He’s dead. The girl he thought he’s been working with sees ghosts and now…he’s dead. So he tells her. Everything.

“Did you think they could protect you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that…it was about protecting them. I just needed to make sure the little shits were safe.”

She stares at him for a moment, her chin resting on her knees as her legs are pulled close to her. The store has been closed for hours now but they’re both still here. Still talking. She sighs for a long moment. “You know, I never would have thought that Steve Harrington was a good dude.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I mean it!” she says, grinning at him. “You’ve been risking your life to save some kids, to save the town and now you’re…” She doesn’t say it. It’s not like they both don’t know but he appreciates that.

“So what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I do?”

“Go into the light?” she suggests. “How should I know?”

“You’re the psychic!”

“I’ve never been dead!” She motioned towards herself. “I just see the dead people. Most of them have unfinished business before they move on. So? You got some unfinished business?”

Steve thinks to himself. He thinks of the way Nancy smiles, of Dustin’s enthusiasm about finding a girl he likes, about the way those kids clung to him for help. He thinks of the way he was needed for once and how the bullshit never seems to end in this town. They need him. “Yeah,” he says, nodding more to himself than her. “I do.”

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having some summer!quinn thoughts rn and i wanna share. this is like a mini blurb but i’m not a writer do don’t judge ✋🏻

you and quinn were at the lake house for the summer, it’s been about a week since you arrived and although you love your bf and all of his friends, you were in desperate need of a girls day. ellen had asked you if you wanted to go shopping, maybe get some food and get your nails done, and you couldn’t have said yes any faster. quinn was a bit pouty when you left the bed that morning to get ready, but he got over it when some of the boys mentioned something about a golfing competition.

it had been a few hours since you and ellen left, you got food first and she showed you around town before you headed to the mall. you got a few summer dresses, some shirts for quinn, ellen bought some sun hats and a few nicer shirts for the summer. the whole time you were there, you couldn’t get this bikini out of your mind. you saw it when you first walked in but didn’t have the courage to buy it in front of ellen considering it was a little bit on the scandalous side. when ellen said she was going to look at the home goods you saw your opportunity. you lied and said you had to use the bathroom, you knew if you said you were going to buy something she would ask what it was. you bought it, shoved it in the bag of your other clothes, and met up back with her before heading home.

once you got home and settled, you and quinn went up to your shared room so you could show him everything. you started with his shirts, explaining why you bought them and what he should wear them with. then you moved onto your dresses, doing little twirls and giving a fashion show before you moved on to your last piece.

“one more thing” you said with a small smile on your face, he quirked his brow and sat patiently on the bed while you went and changed. “close your eyes!” you yelled out of the bathroom door. you walked out and stood right in front of him, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips before you told him to open his eyes. “open.” to say he was speechless was an understatement. “baby i-, there’s no way you can wear this around the family.” he said with a blush on his cheeks “that’s why night swimming exists, my love” you said as you leaned in to give him a kiss.

later that night, after you quietly snuck out to the lake to go swimming, he asked you “how’d you even buy that with my mom there?” you smiled before answering “i lied and snuck off, i felt like a teenager again”

quinn would be so flustered and just like “oh my god how did i get someone like this” and just has this loving and lust look in his eyes. the two of you go night swimming and it’s just a lot of hands everywhere from the two of you

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STORY: Ups And Downs / 4

Consummation

The clock ticked away the hours until Ethan and I would be launching our new lives as college men. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Because he had to check into the dorm where he would be living for at least his first year, Ethan was scheduled to start a couple of days before I would, and that only left us one night together.

I was not slated to close up the hardware store that night, so I made plans to sleep over at the Sullivan’s house with Ethan. My parents didn’t think anything of it since Ethan and I had become good friends, and they actually encouraged our relationship as they thought it was good for both of us. I had always been reluctant to stay over there because it just seemed awkward with Jeff there, but he had already gone off to Clemson to start football practice before the season officially started. I also felt a bit uneasy about sleeping in the same house with Mrs. Sullivan even though she knew what Ethan and I would be doing in his room…well, in general terms anyway…but Mr. Sullivan informed me that she would be away on a business trip.

Ethan and I spent the afternoon doing last-minute shopping for the things he would need for his dorm room, and I swear he bought a year’s worth of lube and condoms. We ate supper in the food court at the mall and then went back to the Sullivan’s house.

We sat down at his new computer to watch some porn when Ethan turned to me and asked, “Is this how you learned about having sex with guys?” I couldn’t help releasing a little bit of a chuckle and then replied, “Yeah, that’s part of it. You also learn from experience,” I added “and I have been fortunate to have had more than my share of that. And I’ve learned a lot from reading too—fiction as well as non-fiction.”

When he asked what kind of fiction, I turned back to the laptop and pulled up Gaydemon.com, one of my favorite sites for gay erotic fiction.

“Wow! So many stories here,” he exclaimed. “How do you know where to start?”

“Just pick whatever appeals to you,” I replied. “But I do have a few favorite writers. Littlebuddy, Bill Drake, Grant, and Brock Archer are all good, but each one has his particular strengths. Many writers just write about sex, and that’s fine, but these authors write actual stories with well-developed characters and interesting plots. Drake, for example, says that plot development and dialogue are his strengths. He claims not to be so great at description, but I’m sure many readers would say that he’s just being modest.

“Littlebuddy, on the other hand, excels in description. His stories are mostly love stories, and he describes sex acts beautifully, but he describes them in the context of real love stories. You will fall in love with his characters because he makes them so real. He’s a romantic at heart, and he says that he bases his stories as much as possible on his real-life experiences.

“Grant is also a romantic who is very good with description, and you might find his stories even more interesting because they are set in the rural South, something you can relate to.

“Archer is a bit of a tease,” I continued, “and a master of suspense. Some of his stories are mysteries, but even his other stories are full of plot twists and cliff-hangers. He researches his stories very thoroughly to make sure every detail is accurate. He is just as thorough with his use of the English language. At times, he can be very funny, and at other times his words read like poetry.”

“You sound like you know these writers,” Ethan said.

“Not really,” I replied, “but I have left comments to their stories, and sometimes they reply. Most writers on Gaydemon.com love hearing from their fans and are usually pretty good about responding.”

At that point, we pulled up some stories by these authors, and Ethan and I took turns reading them to each other. Naturally, we both popped boners in no time, and when I could take it no longer, I said, “Fuck! Let’s beat off.”

We tore each other’s clothes off and flew to the bed with Ethan landing on top of me. I could hold back no longer. I pushed him off of me, but only so I could look him directly in the face, and what I saw there convinced me to move in closer and place my lips against his. I kissed him gently. I wanted him, but I also wanted him to know that this was not just about sex. I had grown increasingly fond of him. Love? I didn’t know. I had never been in love before, so I had nothing by which to gauge my feelings, but I knew it was something different, something special.

I couldn’t bring myself to say, “I love you.” After all, he would be going away to college, and I would be remaining in Columbus. But what the fuck! Athens is only three hours away. We could get together on weekends. And we could text each other and video chat. It could work, right?

I fought the mental possibilities as much as I could so that I could focus on loving him in the moment. I wanted to feel the tenderness of his lips, to taste them in such a way that I would never forget that succulent part of him, the savoriness of our relationship. He was a hunk. His body was hard, but the lips…. Oh, my god! Those lips were so soft, so tender, so irresistible.

He kissed me back with the same tender affection I was showing him, but then our hormones took over and goaded us. I sank my tongue into his mouth, and he reciprocated. The ballet morphed into a tango, our tongues on fire.

I wanted to leave my stamp all over his body, so I moved my lips to his cheek and over to his earlobe and then across his forehead to the other ear, lightly kissing his eyelids en route. I kissed down to his neck, planting more butterfly kisses and licking every inch of it. Ethan moaned.

I worked my way down to his pecs, kissing, licking, and nibbling on his sensitive nipples. Ethan moaned more.

I grasped his wrists and held them down, stretched over his head, so that I had unimpeded access to his armpits, which I discovered were other sensitive parts of his anatomy. As I licked, I relished not only the taste, but also the texture of his hairy pits under my tongue. And Ethan moaned.

I moved on to his belly button, one more place where my tongue could be inside him, even slightly. From there, I followed his light brown treasure trail down to the promised land. I got a thrill out of rubbing my face against his thick pubes, as I had with the hairs in his arm pits. His stiff rod begged for my attention, but I delayed his gratification with a kind of tough love. I licked all around his cock and balls and down to his perineum. I stopped when I reached his pucker, but he pressed me on, so I fucked him with my tongue until he begged me for something more.

“More” was his straining cock, of course, so I returned to that sweet spot, licking his shaft up, down, and all around before I took the tip into my mouth. To continue my sadistic, but loving, ways, I teased his piss slit, driving him wild. Then, I took the crown into my mouth and sucked voraciously, only gradually sliding more and more of his cock into my mouth. It was indeed a mouthful, but somehow I managed to get all of it into my mouth until I could feel his manly pubes tickling my nose.

As I continued to suck his dick, I stretched one hand to his chest, squeezing and twisting a nipple between my fingers. With the other hand, I reached for his rose bud and slowly slid one finger deep inside. I tortured him at every angle physically possible.

“Oh, fuck!” he screamed. (Yes, he had learned well the cursing lessons Jeff and I had taught him.) “Jeezus fucking christ!” he yelled. I’m sure that Mr. Sullivan heard his screams all the way down the hall; hell, the whole neighborhood must have heard. Of course, if Ethan’s uncle did hear the roar, he probably smiled and maybe even jacked off at the thought of what had driven Ethan to such ecstasy. I was just grateful that Mrs. Sullivan and Jeff were not in the house.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—”

But before he could finish the phrase, he exploded with a burst of man juice that I thought was going to blow right through my throat. As I pulled back for the sake of self-preservation, he launched a second shot that flew over his head and streaked the headboard, a shot joined by two more before subsequent volleys coated his chest and abdomen. I sucked up the remaining spasms of cream, driving him further into blissful pain. His cock was very, very, very sensitive, and he begged me to stop as he clenched the bed sheets, gritted his teeth, and flogged his fists against the bed, writing in sweet agony. But I kept at it until he finally grabbed me by the hair on my head and forcibly pulled me off his delicious and delirious cock.

He continued to writhe in spasms for several minutes, cursing with all the strength he could muster, and at least five minutes passed before he could completely catch his breath. What a gorgeous sight, I thought, as I watched his broad chest rising and falling as he struggled for air.

“God damn you, you mother fucking son of a bitch,” he gasped, as best he could speak under the circumstances. He even started beating my chest with his fists as if to pay me back for putting him through such torture, but we both knew he would not have traded that feeling for the world.

I grabbed his wrists as I had before and pinned him to the bed. I dropped my body onto his, our dicks rubbing together in copacetic frottage and our bodies squishing his manly cream between us. We lay together that way for several minutes, the sound of our breathing overwhelmed by the force of the wheels turning in our heads.

With the strength of his hard body, he threw me off just as I had dislodged him before. He kissed me passionately, forcefully, before licking me all over, not in the slow, meticulous way that I had licked him—more like a cow lapping at a salt block. In coating my body with his saliva, he also licked up some of his cum that had started to cake on my torso.

He attacked my cock with the same fervor, licking like a desperate bull and sucking like a Hoover. Just as I felt the first stirrings of an eruption—he felt it too—he withdrew and grinned at me with the revenge of the Marquis de Sade. When I begged him to resume, as he knew I would, he suddenly turned mellow, somber, and that’s when I noticed it, the watery glaze in his beautiful, but now hungry, brown eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was from the exquisite pain I had inflicted on him earlier or if it was his coming to grips with the reality that this would be our last night together—at least for a while.

With my aching cock straining to break out of its skin, Ethan moved closer to my face and whispered, “Make love to me.”

“I just did, you doofus. Now get my rocks off.”

“No,” he replied softly but in all seriousness. “Not like that.” After taking a swallow and then a deep breath, looking first up at the ceiling, as if to collect his thoughts or summon the courage to continue, he sighed, “I want to feel you inside me.”

I was a bit taken aback because up until that point, we both had fucked lots of soldiers and college students in my dad’s storeroom, but, like me, he had always been a top, jamming his rod into any and all available asses but never taking one in his own rear. But I could see from the look on his face that he was dead serious. He didn’t just want the experience of bridging that rite of passage, he wanted to have me, ME, inside of him, sharing his body…perhaps even his soul.

I had wanted to fuck him from the moment I first met him, but this was so much more than a fuck. This was bonding in the most intimate way possible for two men. I felt it too. I had begun to feel it when we first hit the bed after reading those stories on Gaydemon, but now I wanted to be inside him as much as he wanted me there. We both wanted our bodies to melt into one.

I reached behind his head, gently pulling his lips to mine. I kissed him softly, lovingly. When my tongue slid into his mouth, it was not an invasion, but a symbiosis of two organisms…no, two souls.

I kissed his body lightly as I had done before, but he pressed me to move faster. He had experienced enough foreplay, though delightful it was. Now he wanted the consummation of our relationship. Even when I began to prep his rosebud, he begged me to enter him, but I consoled him, “We need to get you ready. This is going to hurt,” I advised him. “We can make it easier if I open you up a little first.”

And so I probed his opening with my tongue and then slowly slipped one finger up that love canal…then two. When I touched his joy spot, he jumped. The feeling was something he had never experienced before, and it was a bit of a shock, though definitely a pleasurable one. “Hnhh?” I asked. “Feel good? Yeah? Just wait. You ain’t felt nothin’ yet,” I gloated.

I grabbed some of the lube he had bought earlier that day and reached for a condom when he grabbed my wrist. “No,” he whispered. “I want you inside of me. I want to feel you!”

Since neither of us had ever had anyone’s hot semen inside of us before, I deemed it safe enough to grant his wish. I lubed up my naked penis, gently rubbed some into his hole, and entered him ever so cautiously. Yes, I wanted to be inside him so desperately I could taste it, but I also wanted to give him the best experience of his lifetime, so I took it slowly. I rocked back and forth until the head of my penis crossed the threshold of his sphincter ring.

Ethan winced, gritting his teeth, and bravely suppressing the scream that he really wanted to broadcast to the world. “Relax,” I coaxed, gently massaging his chest and abdomen. “The pain will subside, and the pleasure will return.”

He looked at me with a tinge of disbelief that was defeated by the obvious sense of trust that he had bestowed on me. A trust that I treasured then and all the days that have passed since.

I pressed forward, two steps forward and one step back, until I was fully installed in his rectum, and then I paused again. “You’re beautiful,” I said. “Thank you for giving me the honor of sharing this experience with you.” Hokey, I know, but I meant it with every fiber of my being. I can’t rightly say that I was in love with him, but in that moment, I definitely loved him, and I am confident that he loved me too.

I pushed and pulled slowly, rhythmically until I was sure that he had adjusted, and I knew he had when his cock began to rise again. The grimace on his face gave way to a smile of satisfaction. “Hnhh? Yeah? Didn’t I tell you?” He replied only with a nod and an even broader smile.

I grasped his now fully engorged manhood and stroked in rhythm to the strokes of my cock inside him. I alternated between measures of slow strokes with faster ones.

“Harder,” he begged. He had himself learned to pound an ass fast, hard, and deep by watching me in the hardware store, just as I had learned by watching his uncle. Though I had never taken a cock up my ass before, I had always been turned on by the ferocity with which Mr. Sullivan fucked, and I had even thought that if I ever were to let a guy fuck me, that’s the way I would want it. I saw that same desire then on Ethan’s face, and I understood.

I drilled Ethan’s ass, alternating between periods of rapid-fire beats and short, but powerful, thrusts, pushing as deep as I could. Ethan responded by writhing in delight at the stimulation of his prostate, the love muscle he had never even realized he had. We all remember our first time, but I was determined to make this one an indelible memory for Ethan. I wanted to etch it on his prostate and on his brain.

As my own orgasm approached, I became so wrapped up in our communal experience that I let go of his penis without even realizing it and clenched my hands around his muscular legs. “Oh, shit!” I screamed. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yes!” Ethan shouted. “Fuck me hard. Blast that goddam juice deep inside me, Joe. Fill me up.”

And I did. I exploded in a burst of pent-up demand that caused Ethan to squeal in delight, “Oh, fuck, man! I feel that. I feel your cum shooting inside me.”

And then I shot again…and again…and again…until I was totally spent. But Ethan was just beginning. The combination of pokes to his prostate and the overwhelming sensation of feeling that he had drained my nuts completely dry sparked his own orgasm. His penis, untouched at that moment, exploded in a celebration of cum that covered his face, chest, and abdomen. It was a beautiful sight. He was beautiful. And I felt so blessed to have been chosen to give it to him.

As before, his body shook with blissful aftershocks, but I didn’t care. I was so spent that I had to collapse on top of him, and each time he quaked, I smiled. With my rod still inside him, I felt that I was sharing that orgasm with him, and it felt like heaven.

I don’t know how long he continued to shake because I fell asleep even with his body quaking underneath mine. I do know that I fell asleep in his arms. This time, he cradled me. This time, he was the man.

(to be continued)

NOTE: The names of other authors and descriptions of their writing are used with their permission and cooperation. Yes, I have introduced Brock Archer as a fictional character. I did so not out of self-adulation but because this character will become important later in this story. I have envisioned this story in at least three parts, and I can tell you that the chapters so far have been background to what is the real core of the story ahead. As is my evil nature (just ask my loyal fans), I will introduce a major shift in the story in Chapter 5 or 6. Keep reading.

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