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#I’ll stop rambling now this shit just annoys me
bigfatbimbo · 1 day
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saw u we're thinking about the vees again 😇 anyways heres some rambles
spitroasting vox w velvette- ur pegging him while she rides his face and yall can makeout in the middle (val may or may not be watching)
humiliating any of them in front of the others
not punishing them for once and maybe having a night of just gentle fucking? like your all taking care of eachother just like softer sex
THEY GIVE WONDERFUL AFTERCARE FIGHT ME
this one is pretty sfw but imagine going to like a fancy event/gala with the three of them and they're all fighting for your attention/over who ur plus one is
The Vees with a dom!reader headcanons [pt3]
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a/n — On my Vees shit again, because i’m fucking crazy. Also I swear i’m working on actual fics like I swear on my life they won’t be messy headcanons for ever.
summary — further continuation of the post where the reader was basically the Vees collective fuck, specifically with a dominant reader.
warning — smut, unorganized headcanons, dom reader, sub… everyone else, NOT PROOFREAD!! kind of long too
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Rose, You’ve literally never let me down when sending in requests. I love this and you. I’m going to actually try to make this one coherent and organized! So i’ll break everything you said down into categories.
Spitrosting w/Vox and Velvette
No because imagine this as a punishment for Val and Vox but a reward for Velvette. Like maybe she has been nicer than usual, well, in a general way (snarky comments aside). Say she was being thoughtful and made you a nice homemade shirt that suits your fashion sense perfectly. How sweet!
However, while the other two weren’t exactly worse than usual, they certainly weren’t better. Valentino was just as depraved and perverted as usual, and Vox was just as annoying with his facade dominance and quick temper.
Valentinos part of the punishment is obvious; he’s tied to the other side of the bed, both sets of hands bonded together, prohibiting him from moving and leaving him to watch. That is clearly torture for him.
But Vox is a little more confused about his punishment. He gets pegged, and gets to eat pussy. Why is that bad? Vox fully thinks he knows what’s happening, and he thinks he has it better than Val, too.
But he’s wrong. Because not only is he overwhelmed to the point of struggling to breathe, he’s also getting virtually none of you or Velvettes attention. Because that’s Velvettes reward; she gets all of the praise and full, undivided, attention.
In fact, you didn’t even gag Valentino, so you can hear his whiny complaints as clear as day. And even then, you ignore him and go back to passionately kissing Velvette.
Her hands are clinging to your shoulders as you two make out, and every now and then she lets a moan out into your mouth. Although your hips are roughly ramming into Vox, who’s crying like bitch if you can believe it, you’re more concerned with Velvettes perfect lips, and marking up her smooth neck.
And the part that really infuriates Vox and Val, is how kind and gentle your being, despite how much of an attitude Velvettes had this week! Seriously, it was only that stupid gift that warranted all of that praise? AND their terrible punishment! That wasn’t fair.
“So pretty baby, so good for me,” you’d mumble into her neck as you begin to suck on her delicate skin. Velvette is biting her lip to stop herself from making any unwarranted comments, and so instead she’s just shooting smug looks at Val inbetween whines and occasionally pushing her pussy further into Vox’s tongue.
And then you make your way back up to her lips, “Look to perfect, my sweet girl. So proud of you, so well behaved.” Boy, that fucked with Vox, whose tongue is getting increasingly tired, and who’s already crying from the rough sensation of you fucking into his ass. Let alone the emptiness of his attention deprived dick.
And even though the sound is muffled, you can still hear every sound he makes because that’s how fucking loud he is. He’s whining for a break, and sobbing uncontrollably. Valentino on the other hand, is yet to break down into tears, but is tiring from complaining. His bratty attitude is obviously faltering, being overcome by a longing to be taken care of, to have your attention again.
But you refuse to give in to either of your brats. At least, not before your angel, Velvette, has the chance to cum again for the countless time tonight.
Humiliation in front of the other Vees
With Vox, this would be very easy. He has an incredibly fragile ego and gets defensive and embarrassed fast. Like any small comment about his submissive behavior in bed would get him absolutely pissed. Because you know that he’d be made fun of relentlessly. He’d be yelling at the other Vees to do something and they’d be like “Or what? Are you gonna tell your [mommy/daddy] on us?” and his screen would heat up and turn a shade of pink, and his voice would glitch out when he yells “FUCK YOU!” at the top of his lungs.
With Velvette, I don’t think it would be hard, but definitely not as easy as Vox. It definitely would have to be more than just making a few offhanded comments, that’s for sure. Like maybe actually fucking her close to a public space, specifically where the other two Vees would be able to hear her if she was too loud. And of course she’d do okay for a while but she’d let a few loud moans slip. And Vox or Val would be snickering at her when you two got back like, “Did you have a good time? Sure sounded like it..”
With Valentino…. yeah good luck. He’s not normally, or at all, embarrassed when it comes to sex things. I think the only thing that would actually get him would be like his power bottom facade being revealed to be a whiny little bitch in secret. Like maybe a picture of him crying his eyes out on bed slips into the Vees group chat… oops! See that would bother him. He’d be spam texting you to “Delete that right now or I swear to FUCK—“ but the damage is done and you’ve successfully humiliated that dumb slut of an overlord.
Gentle sex with the Vees
So when I say RARE CIRCUMSTANCE, I mean it. Because they are such fucking shits all the time, relentlessly. But on occasion, everyone needs a nice, tender fuck. Including you.
Like I could all see them kinda taking turns with your attention, getting you off semi-selflessly so you’d be nice with them in return. I’m going to be real though, I don’t have a lot of ideas for this one, because I haven’t put much thought into it.
Basically, if you have any ideas for dom reader and gentle sex with the Vees, send them in. I’m lost.
BONUS*** Fancy gala idea
Drawing attention to this idea because it is GENUINELY SO SILLY AND REALISTIC.
You’d arrive at the fancy gala and they’d all be all over you. Velvette holding onto your arm with her hand on her hip as she surveys the area, Valentino sanding directly behind you with his hands resting on your shoulders, and Vox hovering close by, making sure he’s just a little bit in front of you but talking at you so obviously everyone in the room thinks you’ve arrived together.
Because then absolutely they would be telling everyone they talk to, like just slipping in the idea that you’re their plus one. And they’d even talk to some of the same people and have to clarify like “Oh those two have no idea what they’re talking about, y/n arrived with me, let’s get that straight.”
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a/n — I actually have nothing to say for once in my life! Hope you enjoyed.
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lesbiansanemi · 8 months
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Can Twitter finally just fucking implode I am so sick of hearing about that stupid ass website
#I also just fucking hate it and want it to die anyways#I’ve always hated it due to the insane influence it got in the publishing industry that makes it damn near impossible for some ppl to get#published or involved in the industry at all#like if you’re not on Twitter 24/7 or don’t have the right Twitter connections you literally cannot land a publishing deal el oh el#it was also the shift of so many writers having to do MOST of the marketing for their books rather than the publishing houses#which was ridiculous#like I dunno I literally don’t have the time/energy/socialization or networking skills to try and land an agent via the right fucking tweet#and I think it’s fucking stupid that that was a thing that started happening at all#ppl shouldn’t be pitching fucking books on TWITTER writers shouldn’t have to be public figures on Twitter for the sake of marketing#so I hate that stupid app and want it to fucking die so that new part of the industry goes down with it#like that is actually the main reason for my indescribable rage for Twitter#I hope it dies. and I hope I can stop reading shit about Elon musk for like two fucking minutes#also y’all sound fucking stupid with your ‘Elon is actually THIS dumb’ shit#because like yeah obviously he’s an idiot don’t get me wrong#but he’s not accidentally running Twitter into the ground just because he’s stupid#he’s deliberately trying to kill it because he never wanted to buy in the first place and wants it to become a write off#like yeah he’s still goddamn dumb but he’s NOT doing all this to try and make Twitter profitable el oh el#anyways. I’ll be quiet now y’all are just being annoying about this#kaz rambles
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mazojo · 2 years
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Carlos really carrying season 3 all by himself his back must hurt so badly
#You know what I think I like about him? He is consistent. Carlos takes no crap from Disney and has been a king from season 1 till 3#Not like othERS *looks pointedly at like literally the entire cast#HE REALLY SAID BITCHSLAPS ON DISNEY THATS MY KING HAJAJAJJAJA#THat and the comment last ep of ah yes. Me. The known womanizer. JAJAJAJJAJAJA I LOVE HIM#Also the ouch. My face. I’ve been slapped lmaooo#HE is the entire show give him a crown#gonna ramble here for a sec don’t mind me I’ll shut up after this#Damn disney since season 2 has made it it’s absolute goal to make Ashlyn the most UNLIKEABKE ever I can’t stand her#She was one of my favorites in season 1 and now she is just kinda mean and annoying dude#Also can disney stop doing the whole jealousy plot line I am so tired…. So tired…..#Absolutely ALL the ships on this series have gone through it like pleaaaaase come up with#something else jealousy was fun like for two secs and now it’s just annoying#I love rambling about the serie because it makes me become the biggest bitch ever JAJAJJAJA I hate it but I love it but I hate it#I also love how we forgot about Nini completely like lmao Nini who?? Never heard of that one chief#Once again fuck Corbin bleu and I said that shit for ruining EJ and Gina’s perfect summer 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 very cool#(Corbin the character btw irl Corbin slaps SKKSKSK)#Also I fucking love how bad this show is written were there’s no show they just tell.#Literally. The one girl went on a 2 min expose trip telling us all her backstory damn#hsmtmts#Carlos
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onlymingyus · 17 days
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Birds of a Feather (teaser)
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pairing; joshua hong x f reader
genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, crack
warnings; university au, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), food/drink, betting, bad jokes, borrowed memes, simp!joshua, jealousy/possessive nature, irresponsible use of a hot tub and a friend's personal space, slight dom!joshua, mild dom/sub dynamics, pet names, sex health/birth control talk, unprotected sex, breast play, pinning/man handling, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving/giving), 69, scratching, crying, size kink implied, exhibition kink implied -- as always I'm sure there is something I've left out.
w/c; 14.3k (800 and some change -- this teaser)
a/n; first of all thank you so so much to my dear @onlyhuis for proofreading this and thank you for literally being the reason it exists. this is based on a true story -- names have been changed for privacy and it's not completely true but bird kid should find a new place to live. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me come up with an amazing title, also without june, @highvern, @shuadotcom, and @horanghater just know this fic would have sucked majorly. thank you so much for helping me figure out my shit and adding so much to this.
this fic will be released sunday 3/17 at 3 pm est to read it now subscribe to my patreon and click here
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Joshua rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he leans his forearm against his door, looking down at the cute girl standing in his dorm room. You were holding a clipboard and had a look somewhere between serious and annoyed on your face. 
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” 
You hadn’t had the chance to meet every single resident in your hall but today you were making some very interesting discoveries. For example, apparently Eros lived just five doors down and he slept in late. Clearing your throat, you look down at your clipboard in an attempt to hide how shy his gaze is making you feel. 
“I’m Y/N; would you sign my petition to evict the bird kid? I know that sounds harsh but just to get him to, like, get his own place off campus with his bird.” 
His lips pulling up into a small grin, Joshua watches you start to ramble about your cause as you tap your pen against the paper attached to the clipboard. It seems you have several signatures so far. He had heard about this bird kid and he had also heard the bird in question several times. 
“Sure, I’ll sign it. Anything to get him to stop letting the damn thing use the water fountain as a bird bath.” 
Joshua watches as your eyes lift towards him again as he agrees with you. With the clipboard securely in his hands, you scoff in agreement, lifting your hands to express how important your argument was. 
“Right?! It’s gross. I drink out of that fountain. I mean, I used to...“
Nodding, Joshua signs his name and offers you back the clipboard before resting his shoulder on his door frame. You watch his smile pull to one side before he furrows his brows and gestures over his shoulder. 
“My roommate is still passed the fuck out but I’m sure he will sign too. Swing back by later and catch him when he’s actually breathing.” 
Pulling the clipboard to your chest, you press your lips together, trying to keep your eyes on the man’s face even as you feel them being drawn to where his t-shirt was straining around his bicep. Clearing your throat, you lean back a bit and glance down at his name, whispering it to yourself before nodding and daring to look back up to find Joshua still watching you.
“Okay… I’ll do that, Joshua.” 
Turning towards the next door, you pull your eyes from his handsome face even as Joshua leans out of his doorway to watch you, lifting his hand to wave. 
“Good luck with your petition, Y/N. See you later.” 
Groaning into his drool soaked pillow, Lee Chan forces himself to turn over and look towards his roommate, who was standing in the doorframe watching the hallway. He liked Joshua; if anything, the man was more like a brother than a roommate at this point but he was talking far too loudly for a Saturday morning. 
“That has to be a girl if you are acting like a simp this early.” 
Rolling his eyes, Joshua shuts the door behind him, turning towards the younger man and shooting him a look before reaching for one of the bottles of water and tossing it towards him. Despite usually having great eye to hand coordination, Chan hisses in pain when the bottle manages to meet his chest instead of in his hands. 
“And? Your point? Drink your water; I’m sure you have one hell of a headache.” 
Chan wasn’t going to argue with Joshua on that point. He did have a headache that could rival all other headaches. He couldn’t remember much of the night after their friend Seungcheol had shown him where the punch bowl was and challenged him to a “drink off.”
Reaching for the pain medicine on his nightstand, Chan groans, trying to open the bottle as Joshua watches, only to sigh and take it from his hands, doing it for him. Muttering a thanks, Chan takes the bottle back, leaning back onto his bed to take the medicine, looking up at the ceiling. 
“Who was the girl?” 
Pursing his lips, Joshua falls back on his bed, trying to hide the small smile on his lips, thinking about the short interaction with you and how cute you had been. It wasn’t like anything had even happened or that there would be anything that would come from it but it was nice meeting a new neighbor so to speak. 
“Uh, she said her name was Y/N. She’ll be back around later. Told her you’d sign her petition.” 
Chan’s brows furrow at Joshua’s words as he lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth, water starting to run down towards his chin. 
“What? Why would I do that?” 
“Because it’s not that big of a deal and you’ll agree with it. It’s about that dude who has a bird. Something about getting him to move off campus with it.” 
Making a face at the mention of the bird, Chan feels his headache behind his eyes, even thinking about the squawking that could be heard late at night and early in the mornings. 
“You’re right. I’ll fucking sign it. I’ll forge names. I’ll help the son of a bitch move.” 
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acatwriteshere · 1 year
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Buttercup
Rafe Cameron/F!Reader
Rafe is drunk and helplessly in love with you. Kelce and Topper babysit him until they finally call you.
I DO NOT consent for my works to be reposted, translated or copied on Tumblr or any other site.
Warnings: Slight angst, hurt/comfort, negative self-talk, self-doubt, soft Rafe, Rafe is possessive for a hot minute there
Word Count: 2.1K
Main Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist | Rafe Cameron Masterlist
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“A-a-and she’s the best person in the whole WORLD, Topper!”
Topper was so over Rafe’s shit tonight. It wasn’t enough that he hadn’t had a night out with his best friends for months now, (MONTHS!), but the idiot couldn’t stop talking about you. When Rafe had rung him and Kelce up, Top thought that maybe his friend, a brother, really, had finally remembered, but no… as it turns out, Sarah and Kie had just dragged you to “a girl’s night” and Rafe was left alone. So Top and Kelce were just a distraction. And as it turns out babysitters for a very drunk Rafe Cameron.
“Kelce, you understand, right? Right? The way she begs me to put the spiders gently outside instead of killing ‘em, even if she’s deadly afraid of anything with too many eyes or legs, or God forbid, both!”
It felt like Rafe has been going on forever now. They met at 7 p.m. and it had only been an hour. In the beginning, it was bearable at least. A quiet wistful sigh here or there, but with each drink, Rafe became more and more insufferable.
Currently, Rafe was on his third beer and slouching on the bar. Topper was afraid of how far this was gonna go.
“Come on, man. You used to be fun when you were drunk, now all you do is talk about–”
“Hey, hey! No! Keep my girl’s name out of your mouth! Buttercup is mine to love and adore and… and talk about! Not yours! Never yours… never anyone else’s…”
Kelce and Top couldn’t help but share a meaningful glance above their friend’s head. They would both find the whole situation as the perfect opportunity to make fun of the Cameron boy if he wasn’t so annoying.
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“I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. She was wearing that yellow sundress and it felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. I didn’t even know that beauty could be outside of a museum and yet, that night she was there, at the bonfire and she was golden, I swear. All the riches in the world couldn’t compare to her.”
With the clock striking 9 p.m., Topper had given up once Rafe moved to whiskey. Even his Instagram feed of models and crypto scientists was less repetitive than Rafe’s ramblings. Kelce seemed to have found a woman to woo close enough to where they were initially sitting so Rafe still had the impression that he had a willing audience to his poetics about your beauty and kindness and wits and whatever more Rafe could think of at the moment.
Just when Topper was about to put on one airpod and listen to his stock-market podcast, his attention was brought back to his best friend by the suspicious sound of sniffling. And as unbelievable as it’s always seemed, there was Rafe, tears wetting eyewashes that you always complimented about being long and gracious like fairy wings (truly there was nothing Kelce and Top loved more than hearing you say that and saying the fierce blush on Rafe’s face and the way he tried to decide between basking in your compliment and scoffing to being compared to anything girlie… only for him to set on telling you that all compliments should be reserved for you.)
“Why did my girl abandon me, Top?” Oh, God! Rafe Cameron was whining.
“What the heck did you do to him, Thornton?”
“What? Why did you immediately decide I was at fault here? I was just trying to make this babysitting less insufferable for me! Plus, weren’t you the one flirting with the leggy brunette for the past half an hour, Kelce? How am I at fault here?”
“Well, Rafe sure as here wasn’t crying last time I was here, Topper!”
“Does– does she not love me anymore?” By that point, the blonde was wailing in pure desperation. “What did I do wrong? Top? Kelce? What if she’s with someone else right now? And doesn’t want me back?”
While Topper was trying to soothe a now desolate Cameron, Kelce was giving his best to convince his friend that you had not actually abandoned him.
“Come on, man. You know perfectly well, that she’s with Kie and Sarah. That’s the whole reason you wanted us to hang out after all, right? So she can have a girl’s night without feeling guilty for leaving you alone?”
“Do you think so?”
“I know so, Cameron. I’m sure she’s just drinking fruity cocktails and freaking out over the Barbie trailer with the girls.”
Rafe seemed to calm a little at Kelce’s words. He even started nodding at the explanation.
“Yes. Yes. She really wants to see Barbie. She said she can go with Sarah if I didn’t want to take her, but I don’t want her to ever feel like she can’t share her passions with me. Even if it’s a movie that’s disgustingly pink.”
“Do you think she’d be happy if I get tickets for the premiere? I just want to make and keep my Buttercup happy?”
The dopey smile that spilt on Rafe’s face was a clear indicator to Kelce and Topper that he was in his dream world which completely consisted of you. The relief that overcame both boys knowing that they were finally out of the woods was like a drink of water after months in a desert.
But as Kelce turned to go back to tonight’s lucky girl that would get to go home with him, he noticed that Rafe had frantically started to look around.
“Buttercup? Where is Buttercup? I’ve lost my girl!”
“Oh, God dammit, Rafe!”
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“So, as it seems, this was actually a great idea.”
Kelce and Topper were looking bemusedly at a very drunk Rafe Cameron who held Kelce’s phone in his hands like it was the most precious diamond on Earth. The phone itself was showing your Instagram feed and more specifically Rafe’s absolute favourite picture of you. The one in that damned yellow dress.
It had been around an hour since they realized the moron thought that you came with him and he had lost and there was no chance in a frozen hell that they’d go through him whining about your whereabouts and worrying over your love for him.
So they decided to take their chances. Two beers and two whiskeys Rafe was quite easy to manipulate and entertain. As it seemed all they had to do was show him a picture of you and he was mumbling sweet nothings to the phone as if it was you in his arms. Sure, Kelce might burn the damn thing because no way he was using that phone after the way Rafe touched the screen as if it’s your face with a gentleness akin to the way someone would hold the most delicate and precious thing, but it was worth it as long as Rafe was calm and happy. Plus, it’s not like they could allow him to use his own phone. He would call you and beg you to return immediately. And after the first half an hour with him, they had decided to give you a break from an extremely clingy Rafe.
“Boys. I have a secret I need to tell you.”
Another thing about two beers and two whiskeys Rafe was that he loved gossiping and sharing secrets, apparently. So far they had learned that Jenny didn’t actually marry Brent because they were promised to each other as children but because Brent’s father owed Jenny’s father money and Jenny was nothing if not daddy’s precious girl. Rafe also admitted that he was the second-best student in their year throughout high school but he liked his reputation of being unreliable better than being a punching bag for assholes like the one he had become. They also had to hear how he once had caught Sarah sneaking a boy out of her room once and it was no other than Topper who at the time was dating Ashley who Rafe had a crush on at the same time. And while Top sputtered and reddened at the story, Kelce was doubling in laughter. So, yeah, Rafe Cameron was quite the gossip under the right circumstances.
“There is this girl I really like. But no one can know! It’s a secret!!!”
Well, now that���s something they both didn’t expect. By that point, Rafe had long put aside the phone with the picture of you and instead was playing fumbling with his fingers, hands in his lap, looking down, like an embarrassed child.
The other thing is… as far as they knew, Rafe had eyes for no one but you. You had been together for almost four months and the honeymoon period seemed never-ending. You barely left each other’s sights, hence tonight’s hang.
But the next thing they know is Rafe mumbling your name.
“I like her so much. But she is too perfect for me! She can never, ever know that I like her!”
Both Top and Kelce doubled over at that. A secret? More like the most well-known public fact. From the moment Rafe Cameron had started wooing you six months ago everyone knew that you would be the one to become the future Mrs Cameron. Well, maybe everyone except you. But from the Outer Banks to Kildare everyone knew that Rafe was an absolute goner for you.
And at that moment, with Rafe rambling about his big secret, there seemed only one thing left for the boys to do.
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The second you saw Topper’s name light up your phone, you got up from the bar stool, picking up the call hurriedly, heart thumping, trying to escape.
“What is it, Top? Is it Rafe?”
“Oh, it’s Rafe alright. Maybe you should come see for yourself.” And before you could answer anything, Topper was hanging up and sending you a location.
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Sarah and Kie stumbled into the bar, with you two steps ahead of them, already zeroing on  Rafe who looked… fine?
As you neared, you saw him looking through your Instagram, zooming in on a picture of you with his hand around your waist but he was out of view. Topper and Kelce were facing you, barely holding back from roaring with laughter. But you weren’t quite sure why. It seemed that you had somehow announced your presence, because Rafe turned towards you, mouth slightly agape. Before you could even ask what was going on with the three of them, Rafe talking.
“God, you’re absolutely beautiful!”
“Thanks, Rafe!” And you gave him a smile that could light up the whole town.
“You know who I am?”
“Of course, I know, sunflower!” Oh, how you loved the blush that crept upon Rafe’s neck every time you called him sunflower…
“Oh… Do you have a boyfriend, buttercup?” You had no way to know, but Rafe was waiting with a battered breath for your response. You had no way to know that he wasn’t flirting, that he had had two beers and five whiskeys and no other thoughts except those of you. So you had to be honest.
“Of course, I have a boyfriend, silly.” The way Rafe’s face crumbled broke your heart. Suddenly you were oblivious to the laughter of the boys and the grins of the girls.
“Yeah… Yeah, of course, you have a boyfriend. You’re so… so perfect. You’re the sun. So stupid of me to assume that you’d be single. But… can I still be your sunflower then? I’d only bask in your light?”
Oh. He had forgotten you
Oh. He still wanted you.
Oh. He thought there would ever be anyone else for you.
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Oh. Of course, you would be in a relationship, what was he even thinking?
He didn’t know what to process first but before he could even freak out, you were grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.
“Rafe. I do have a boyfriend.” He heard his heart shatter on the floor.
“It’s you, sunflower. We’ve been together for months, silly.” Your lips on his, sweet like warm honey.
Oh. So you could mend his heart? You could bring him back to life.
His friends’ laughter suddenly started echoing once again off the walls of the pub. A sound that was lost once he saw you and was brought back by your soft lips upon his.
So he just cuddled up to you and held you in your arms while the girls sat down and Kelce and Topper started blabbering about something. But it didn’t matter. You were in his arms. And then you squeezed his hand three times.
Oh. You were his.
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“You should have seen him, buttercup–” Sarcasm was dripping from Top’s tone but he had had a long night. “He was looking at that photo of you with his arm around your waist but without being in the frame and he was ready to just lay down on the floor and blast Taylor Swift. He had forgotten you and himself. It was hilarious. You get him absolutely drunk, buttercup.”
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slut4msby · 2 months
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first kiss. miya osamu x reader
+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')
+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3
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“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”
“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.
“Why?” You questioned.
“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”
“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”
“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”
“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.
“Shut it, Y/N.” 
As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.
“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.
“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.
“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.” 
“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.
“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”
“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him”  “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”
As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.
“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.
As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.
Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded. 
“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.
You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”
“Oh sure.”
You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.
“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”
“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”
Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”
“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu. 
“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.
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honkytonk-hangman · 1 year
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In Sickness...
Jake Seresin x Aviator!Reader
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Summary: Jake feels his pulse jump and his stomach fly when he talks to or about you. Obviously, this must mean he's gravely ill.
Notes: mentions of a cheating boyfriend, jake convinced he's sick when really he is in loooveeee
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“Hey, Hangman, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Jake, despite his usual goal of doing everything in his power to get on Phoenix’s nerves, finds himself ignoring the need to be quite annoying. His antics aside, he knew his fellow aviator well enough by now to recognise when she was up for his shit, and when she absolutely wasn’t.
That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be a little bit of a douchebag, though.
“Give me a second, Trace, I’ll need to start my timer.” he makes a show of observing his watch and starting a countdown from sixty seconds. Phoenix ignores him, and in place of possibly giving him a dead arm, she instead comes to a stop in front of him, her arms crossing over her chest in a way that was just a Natasha Thing, and not actually a sign of closed body language-thing
“You’re going to be at Mav and Penny’s later, right?” she asks, even though he knows he’s never given the impression of having any other plans, and she knows it. Jake simply nods, still pretending to count down.
“Right. Well… maybe take it easy on Cricket tonight, okay?” Phoenix asks him, her voice soft and quiet in a manner that makes Jake mess up his countdown, and subsequently drop his wrist and the bit entirely.
“I’m under the impression that I always take it easy on my favourite member of the orthopteran insect family,” he poses, and it's not untrue. He didn’t snipe with Cricket like he did with the others, mostly because she never sniped back, so trying to maintain a faux adversarial relationship would just be boring. No, Cricket was far sweeter and more wholesome than literally anyone he’d ever met, like Elle Woods had a lovechild with Barbie, and instead of banter, he’d found it irresistible and perpetually rewarding to tease her about her Certified Disney Princess status.
(Jake will never let her forget the time a small child at the beach approached her to ask if she was a mermaid, and that wasn’t even the only instance he’d witnessed something like that happening.)
 Phoenix shifts uncomfortably in front of him and purses her lips.
“Look, just… give her a break tonight,” she pushes. Jake frowns even deeper, his own mood becoming solemn now.
“What's wrong? Is she alright?” the questions leave his mouth before he can really consider perhaps only asking one, to keep some semblance of cool. Phoenix dances from foot to foot again and nods, but then quickly makes the universal noise, gesture and expression of ‘well, no, actually’.
“She, uh, broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago.” Nat reveals, and oddly, it's the last thing Jake was expecting to hear, and the last thing he’d expect her to divulge to him.
“Oh.” he says, a little unsure of what else to say. Blinking rapidly, Phoenix starts nodding again, this time in a sort of commiserating manner, as if they often gossiped.
“Yeah, she came home to find the prick was fucking one of his colleagues…” She all but spits the words. Her hands form fists where they’re still tucking into her folded arms.
“She's actually really torn up about it, but you know Cricket. She’s not very good at not being positive, you know? So she’s just bottling it up, and I figured, maybe your usual game with her might not be so lighthearted right now. You know she would never tell you if you actually hurt her feelings, so…” Phoenix manages to catch herself before she descends into a full on ramble.
In all the years he’d known her, Jake had only ever witnessed Phoenix fully ramble once, several years ago back in Lemoore, when she and Halo had downed eight shots in ten minutes, and she then proceeded to give him a thirty minute TEDTalk about how cockroaches were basically just incredibly simple AI machines, interrupted every so often when she dozed off against his shoulder, only to pick right back up like nothing had happened.
Pushing the memory aside, Jake takes in her words slowly before at last he releases a deep breath.
He actually finds himself a little taken aback by the sheer depth of anger that lances through him at the thought of Cricket being treated like that. Nobody deserves to be cheated on, but Cricket was simply someone that Jake doesn’t believe anything bad should ever happen to. Around the same time he comes to this conclusion, Jake also becomes aware that as his anger simmers down, he’s struck with the need to seek out his squadmate, and comfort her, something which, if Jake is honest with himself, is not something he has much experience with. He was much more likely to offer space to someone in need, so this sudden urge causes his brow to furrow.
Jake chooses to compartmentalise this oddness for now, but makes a mental note for later to figure out when exactly he’d developed such a strong fondness for Cricket, and more importantly, how exactly that had happened without him knowing.
For now, Jake just gives Pheonix a level nod, and what he hopes is an expression she takes to mean he understands. He then tries to get a hold of his rogue fondness and leashes it with what he thinks is a brotherly, friendly reaction, a more normal reaction for him to have towards his squadmate.
“Does she want him punched or something?” he asks, feeling as though anything more would reveal too much of his scattered, fond thoughts. Jake purses his lips when he realises that ‘fondness’ was quickly becoming an understatement he’ll have to address at some point.
Phoenix's lips curve into a genuine smile, and she chortles softly, shaking her head.
“Well, you’ll have to get in line if she does. I’ve got first dibs.” she states, cracking her knuckles and then her neck, making Jake snort, and shrug, glad to know that perhaps he wasn't the only one suddenly feeling protective.
“I’m sure we could come up with a wrestlemania-worthy finishing move, a la The Hardy Boys to sort him out.” Jake chortles, imagining he and Nat in matching championship belts, and ignoring her raised eyebrow. He knows from that one movement alone that she is filing this information about him away to whip out like a trap card, but compared to the other information she might have gleaned from his reaction to the situation, he doesn’t care so much.
(Besides, Jake felt no shame about his love for Attitude-Era WWE, and if he ever gets the chance to repay her for the thirty minutes of cockroach facts he could have lived his whole life without needing to know, well, now he knew exactly what his topic of choice would be.)
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Four hours later, Jake, for some reason, cannot stop thinking about his conversation with Phoenix. He tried chalking it up to the fact that it was an unusual request she’d made of him, but he knows that is bull. Jake is far too invested all of a sudden in your personal life, in your feelings, in a way that honestly, he never has been before. Or at least, has never realised before, because the more Jake lingers on the idea that you were cheated on, he has to confront the fact that these feelings might just have been there all along, and that actually, your happiness and wellbeing are extremely important to him.
He keeps his distance when you arrive with Halo at Penny and Mav’s, but he eyes you hawkishly anyway, uncaring if he’s obvious about it or not. He wants to believe that if he hadn’t known, he’d have spotted your much more reserved demeanour immediately, but honestly, he's not really sure of anything now when it comes to you. Jake isn’t sure if Phoenix spoke to the others, if he was just the last to know, but there is an air of tenderness in the way the others greet you, which wasn't entirely unusual in itself, yet the softness is palpable even from where he sits on the other side of the yard.
He watches you put on a good show, smiling sweetly at Penny as she rushes over to say hello, but the moment you dont think others are paying attention, your features fall and Jake decides that it is basically unacceptable for you to look that sad ever again.
When you disappear through the backdoor, to put the share platter you’ve bought into the fridge he assumes, Jake doesn’t even excuse himself from the conversation he’s supposedly in before he’s beelining for the house. Behind him, he can vaguely hear Javy and Payback protest, but he doesn’t pay them any mind.
Jake steps through the sliding back doors quietly, closing the door behind him and shutting out the rest of the barbeque, if only for a few minutes. He moves softly through the small back room and towards the kitchen, once more surprised to find out just how pleased he is when you turn to look at him right away. That was new… or was it? Jake thinks perhaps he should stop trying to figure things out.
“Hey! Jake!” you greet cheerfully, and he’s comforted a little that your smile reaches your eyes.
“I didn’t catch you this afternoon, so I didn't get to find out your fruit platter preference, but Javy told me anything but pineapple–” you launch right away into friendly conversation, and oddly, this small normality brings him comfort too, after his afternoon of quiet worry. Jake nods at your words as you continue explaining your fruit platter, and if he hadn't other things on his mind, he would have voiced his amusement at the fact you’d somehow managed to cut or arrange all the fruits into the shape of jets.
Anger bubbles in him once again, at the idea that anybody would do anything to cause you to be upset. You, who cuts fruit into themed shapes, and who makes sure to ask every member of the team their food preferences, and who, he’s almost certain, has made the yoghurt dip you're currently unwrapping completely from scratch just for this casual get together.
How could any sane person know you, know how sweet and caring and fundamentally, altogether good you are, and still choose to do something that would hurt you?
More importantly, how could a man be with you and want anyone else?
Jake takes a step forward and fixes you with what he hopes is not an expression that reflects his inner anger, but gives off something more like softness. He’s not sure he’s ever really had a serious conversation with you before, especially not one that wasn't about work, so he’s surprised how natural it feels to show you something more genuine than his usual playful amusement.
“Are you alright?” he hears himself ask you, almost regretting it when your expression drops immediately, and you look away from him, back to your fruit platter which you now seem to be pointless rearranging just so you don't have to look at him. You attempt to wave him off after a few moments, plastering a smile on and scrunching your nose as you continue to not look at him.
“I’m okay. Really. Things weren’t right for a while, so it’s sort of a relief, really.”
Jake thinks that maybe in a few months time, those words might actually be believable, but Phoenix was right. You were such a naturally happy and uplifting person, it’s clear to Jake that you were struggling to let yourself be sad or angry about it all.
You seem to be expecting him to speak, because you glance back at him several times before you seem to really get a look at his face, at which point you stop messing with your platter and turn to face him properly.
“Thank you for asking, though, I… I really appreciate that,” you murmur, wringing your hands together, before realising what you’re doing and smoothing them out over your sundress instead. Jake feels his pulse speed up. Or maybe it slows, he’s not sure, he just knows that his heart beat becomes irregular, and before he knows what he's doing, he’s stepping even closer towards you.
“Cricket,” he begins, a frown beginning to crease his brow, which your eyes flicker to consciously, as if you were concerned about his feelings. “Just say the word, and his nose will be irreparably broken. For the rest of his life he’ll be telling people it's an old football injury. Maybe he’ll even need surgery to fix it enough that it’s even remotely normal again,” Jake watches your eyes widen and blink as he speaks, but he makes sure to keep any trace of humour from his voice, so you properly understand just how serious he’s being. “Hell, it doesn't even need to be his nose. I’ll break his collarbone, I've heard that's the most painful in the long run…”
When you let out a soft sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh, Jake almost thinks he needs to rephrase his offer, but your soft smile and the almost shy look you shoot at him before you drop your gaze for a moment assures him you understood that he wasn’t joking, even a little.
“Sometimes…” you purse your lips and frown, struggling to find the right words, but you begin wringing your hands slowly again and the movement seems to lend you some confidence. “Sometimes I really wish I could be more like Phoenix… or, more like anybody else, really–” Jake has to physically clamp his mouth shut to stop himself protesting that point and let you talk.
“Sometimes, I wish I was someone who would take you up on that offer. I… I feel like I should want to want that… but I don’t…” you trail off and sigh again, but this time, the exhale seems to take a weight off your chest, like simply admitting these feelings out loud was what you really needed.
You look back up at him properly, and smile again. Jake thinks his pulse has stopped altogether now, and begins to seriously consider reporting to medical first thing Monday morning.
“But, I promise that if I ever change my mind about the severe breaking of certain bones, I’ll know exactly who to talk to.” Your smile widens just slightly, a little mischievous almost, like even just joking about it was very cheeky of you. Jake on the other hand, just believes it to be the only correct course of action.
He opens his mouth to respond, but you begin talking again, dropping your fidgeting hands to hang more relaxed at your sides.
“A lot of my life I haven’t really been surrounded by people who’ve looked out for me, or folks who I can really trust… and I know we’re not really friends, more like work friends, but–” you suddenly cut yourself off and shake your head with a little chortle.
“It doesn’t matter, ignore me–”
“–We’re friends.” Jake can’t stop himself from protesting this time. You blink at him like this is surprising to you. “We are friends, Cricket… I know I–” Jake cuts himself off like you had just done and grinds his teeth a little. This was not a conversation he went around having very often, if ever, at all. “You know I wouldn’t poke fun at you if I didn’t care. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think we were friends,” he says, hoping his words didn’t give away exactly how much he cared. You seem to search his face, but you’re nodding, as if he was the one who needed assuring in this situation.
Jake starts to wonder then if he was actually becoming seriously ill, and all of his reaction to this afternoon has just been one big fugue episode. That idea is genuinely more believable to him at this moment, that Jake is really, actually currently unconscious in the on base hospital, with a skyrocketing fever and some other terrible things, than all of this sudden personal change and inner realisation happening so naturally and smoothly and without him having a say in it.
But then you’re smiling at him again, bright and genuine and all thoughts of climbing fevers and sudden illness evaporate. As sad as it sounds, Jake would never dream of you smiling at him like that, the sight so affecting and sweet that he could never come up with on his own. However, he does conclude he’ll probably be seeing it a lot in his dreams from now on. He thinks this should cause panic in him, he should not be planning to dream about one of his squad mates smiling at him, but unsurprisingly to him now, panic is the furthest thing he feels about it.
“Well, I just know that I’m not always good at asserting myself, but I know that you guys… you guys will do it for me.” You give a little shrug. Jake feels a little shame then, that he’s worked with you for several months now and has not once picked up on the fact that you were completely aware of your own tendency to be a bit of a pushover.
It dawns on him that every time he teased you for being ‘too nice’, and every time you laughed or shook your head in amusement, the real joke was on him. It’s a joke that Jake doesn't find particularly funny right now. He’s not sure he ever will.
“Sorry, I’m being so dramatic and grim!” you say suddenly, and this time your mood change isn’t fake or put on. Jake shakes his head at you, and at last feels some of his regular programming begin to seep back in. He chooses to make a show of leaning back against the counter and carefully crosses his arms over his broad chest in a way that he knows looks incredibly sexy (Javy has assured him), a small smirk slowly spreading over his features.
“Cricket,” he drawls out slowly, somewhat relieved that he feels more himself again. You double take as you look back up at him from where you’ve started fiddling with your fruit platter again, your eyes blinking rapidly as you now quickly try to avoid his whole side of the room. Jake’s grin grows ever so slightly when he has your attention, even if you seem too nervous to look at him now.
Unlike most of the women Jake had worked with, you didn't seem to try to, or perhaps you simply were unable to, hide the effect Jake had on you, how he could so easily make you flustered. It's not something he’s totally unfamiliar with, after all, plenty of women around the Hard Deck were the exact same, but the fact that you aren't some civilian looking to get laid, and are in fact one of the best aviators he knows, makes it all the sweeter.
(Jake had once tried to reconcile the way you handled yourself in the air, with the way you were at all other times, but he could never quite do the maths on it, so it was better for his brain if he didn't think about it at all.)
Honestly, Jake knows his getting a reaction out of you is an act of self ego-stroking, but he loved making a spectacle of himself, just to watch how you would sputter and go all mushy, and if he’s even more honest, a big part of his enjoyment lay in the thought that perhaps, he was doing you a favour, giving you something to think about, boyfriend be damned. He supposes he doesn’t need to worry about that being a problem anymore.
Jake then pauses then, and wonders when exactly you having a boyfriend had become a ‘problem’, a threat to him specifically, because the more he thinks about the idea now (hypothetical as it is), the more his skin starts to itch under his shirt.
Perhaps he was getting sick after all.
“Yes, Jake?” you ask, still avoiding looking his way, and trying to use a tone of voice that was either exasperated or ignorant, but your slightly higher pitch gives you away.
“You didn’t say that I was your friend, too,” he faux complains, watches you shake your head a little, but fail completely at keeping the smile off of your face.
With your platter now deemed ready, you pick it up and turn toward him, holding it out for him to take. Jake, without thought, does so.
“You are my friend, too, Jake,” you tell him, far more sincerely this time, and Jake feels his pulse do that odd thing again. He swallows thickly, and nods, before you direct him out the back door.
For the rest of the afternoon, Jake can’t help but hover, never moving too far away from where you are, and when he doesn’t have an excuse to linger close to you, he always keeps one eye directed your way.
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savnofilter · 5 months
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Your Scent Is Sweeter | e. kirishima
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       Werewolf!Eijiro Kirishima x Virgin![FEM]Reader
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CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, loss of virginity, kirishima likes how you smell, dry humping, hints of jealousy, spit (1), knot inflation, pull out method, mutual pining, friends -> lovers (?), established friendship.
COUNT: 3.4k words [13 mins.]
READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist]
A/N: ehhh i dont think i'll ever do this like an animal horny hybrid shit after the last few fics i have queued up. 😭 even if i do i'll def cringe it later probably anyways- ignore my hating… also this is a continuation from a draft over a year ago?? including the next two bakugo fics im going to post and the other dragon!kirishima fic so bare with me. this isnt even that bad LOL. thank you, anon!
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How you and Kirishima first met was simple:
Two different hands reached out for the last skewer that sat on the hot grill, both stopping in hesitation at the presence of someone else. You both stopped and looked at each other, an awkward laugh coming from you as an equally shy smile graced his lips. 
“Lady’s first!” He grinned at you, his sharp teeth showing as he blushed softly, stepping back. “Go ahead, I’ll just swing back later.”
“Thank you.” You smiled at him, feeling butterflies in your chest as the cute male allowed you to grab it. 
As much as you wanted to say something else, your brain short-circuited on coming up with anything. Part of you wanted to tease him and say he could take it, but you never pass up on an opportunity for food. Nevertheless, even if it was for a random cute guy. Plus you had spent the last few hours dancing and working up a sweat, you were sure you needed it more than him. As he stood to the side, you were able to pay and take your leave, waving to him as you disappeared into the crowd. One last glance was exchanged with him as you left him at the stand.
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Typically, you wouldn't go to many events if it weren't for the festivals or known shows; but this one faithful New Year's festival when you were fresh into adulthood had proven you made the great decision to attend the celebration. Events between humans and werewolves were often rampant during popular holidays, the New Year being one of them. 
There were many people around with many great food booths to compare. It was only a mere coincidence that you two seemed to be craving the same savory treat, kabobs.
After the first time you two had met, you started bumping into him more at cultural events. You hadn’t told anyone that you had met with this boy. At least you were sure he was around your age, young twenties or so, but there was no mistaking he had a few on you though not too much. The more you saw him at these gatherings, the connection between you two grew naturally, and it soon evolved into a friendship. No one knew about this friendship and to your friends he was merely regarded as something akin to a hallway crush. What they didn't know was that you two had been seeing each other for about two years now, doing various things together as a private friendship. It was no surprise the once innocent feelings you had for him slowly turned into a crush each time you two met. Luckily enough for you, today was one of the days when you two could catch up and you were more than ready to see him again. 
You bit your lip as you sat on the cut-down tree stump, one of the many things that made him complain. Something about humans defiling the woods by making modifications that didn’t need to be made. Oftentimes when you met him, he ranted about different things, all things to be exact. Even with his rambling nature, he had other sides to him. You saw him chill, you saw him happy, you’ve seen him angry and you’ve seen him annoyed. But the ‘mood’ he approached you with today was something different. It was… feral. In a way, you couldn’t explain it.
“E-Evening, Kirishima.” You smile up at him as he walks up to you, holding up the basket you brought for him. “I made your favorite, they’re still hot just how you like them!” You open the basket to show him the goodies, scooching over on the big seat to give him room to sit down. He was quiet today, stiff too. You tried not to show your concern as he picked up the bag and sniffed it. It was times like these when you could pay close attention to the way his face looked, admiring the roundness of his cheeks that complimented his sharp jaw. 
Kirishima only grunts as he sits away from you, his quiet and fidgety demeanor worrying you a bit. Your eyes observed his statue that had a light sheen of sweat layering his tanned skin that was visible to the eyes, his brows scrunched angrily. His facial expression was one of heavy frustration even with how much he tried to hide it. Whatever he was trying to find using his snout appeared to not have been found, and he was once again on the hunt to find the source.
Kirishima proceeds to start sniffing again, this time pulling away to smell somewhere else. You couldn’t help but stare as his behavior was odd, flinching a bit when his nose led to sniffing around you. You tried to stay calm as he got closer, shifting awkwardly as you contemplated the right moment to ask about his demeanor. His breathing seemed a bit ragged too, his chest rising and falling as he avoided contact with you, even visually. 
“You’re… in heat.” 
If he couldn’t see the blush on your face you could certainly feel it.
“....what?"
“I can smell it, you’re aroused...” Eijiro responds simply. "And you smell really good."
He was still standing as he towered over you. He rested the basket next to you and didn’t move, his eyes dark with a glint you haven’t seen before. His hand comes up cup your jaw, his palm hot against your skin. You play with your sleeves as you grow flustered, laughing nervously as the thought of being in a lewd situation with the black-haired male starts to run through your head.
“Eijiro…” You start, looking up at him as he makes you look up at him by tilting your head up. You felt as though you were caught stealing from a cookie jar, hands covered in crumbs as you tried to hide the emotions stirring inside you that he could very obviously sense. 
His lips spare you the process of trying to come up with something to say as he presses his mouth against yours. You felt something spark as he did, your hands that were once clenched at your chest held his shoulders, stabilizing yourself when he forces you to lay down on the large tree stump you sat on. You tried to keep up with his kisses, opening up your mouth to let him in, fearing the pain of accidentally poking something if you chose to let your tongue wander in his. You moaned as his tongue poked and prodded in your hot cavern, his hands moving to grip your thighs to spread them apart as he got between them.
You hadn't noticed how big his body was, being so exposed to it so many times in such a friendly setting compared to this one. You daydreamed about this moment but never did you think it would happen so soon. Your heart hammers in your chest upon feeling his lips move so softly against yours, caring even. You could tell that he was the skilled one between you two and his kind way of gentleness showed with his fervent kisses. Unfortunately for him though, you didn't nearly have as much lung capacity as him to continue this unbroken kiss. 
One of your hands on his shoulders taps him as an indicator for a breather, the doting male taking the message. Your labored breaths mix with his as your eyes can't help but be glued to his in desperation. A timid mewl is ripped from your lips when his hands that once respectfully rested on the sides of your hips swoop down to grip the back of your thighs and reach behind you to squeeze your bum. Kirishima growls as the scent of your arousal heightens, his gaze darkening as he prepares himself to fuck you. 
"I-I didn't want to pounce on you like this but you smell so good." Kirishima rambles as his hands start to grope at your clothed skin. You couldn't do anything but just lay there and take it, watching up at him with curious eyes.
His strong and calloused hands trail up your body to grope your chest through your clothes, the heavy weight of his hands bringing a rush of excitement straight to your core. Whilst he fondles you he successfully manages to slide closer to you between your legs, your thighs resting on his as he gets comfortable. You bite your lip feeling his hard length now pressing against your core, a taunting sensation between the layers of clothes that restricts you. While your hands never left his shoulders his hands happily roamed your body. 
From when he was fondling you, he was able to unbutton some of your blouse, the top of your cleavage now exposed to him, and the beautiful light of the moon from atop the sky. You feel tightening in your chest as oxygen starts to run out from kissing for so long, your hands lightly pushing him away. He pulls away with a light growl that marks his excitement. Kirishima hadn't slept with humans often but had to remind himself that he had to be gentle…. at first. 
"Do you want this, Y/N?" Eijiro holds your chin to have you look up at him. You lightly gulp in excitement at the feeling of his rough hands on your jawline, a more than ready nod coming from you. 
"I want to, Eiji." You're not even sure how you managed to maintain eye contact after relaying that. Until now, you had only kissed other people but other than that it never went further. There wasn't much left to ponder about his experience in these activities, though. "Just be gentle, this is my first time, okay?"
He visibly portrays his shock at the revelation with a dropped jaw but quickly recovers by nodding his head in understanding. If anything, this is one of the best news he's heard in a while. Now it wasn't often that Kirishima thought about your sex life. When he did think about you having sex, other partners were never in the equation. Just purely you and him. Though on his part he was assuming your experience—it was just Ludacris to him that no one has gotten that far with you yet considering he could tell the way most of the males around you acted. 
Those festivals where he'd watch you from afar and get a jealous flutter in his chest fell testament to this, later his anger fueling into pure neediness in the comfort of his bedroom. He'd be straight-up lying if he said he wasn't crushing on you hard. You were as sweet as ever, pretty with a physique that suited you nicely, a smile that he fell in love with on the first day, and god you always smelled so good. Even in times when he'd playfully chase you down and you'd try and push him away in embarrassment of odor, it was that exact husk that drew him in closer. The pull that made him want to pin you down and fuck you raw.
Kirishima grips your hand and kisses the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes. "Of course, anything for you."
You softly sucked in a breath feeling his hot hand slip down to palm your sex, the sensation so very foreign to you. Undoubtedly he could certainly sense the wetness through your clothes, another animalistic growl coming from him. He palms you in preparation for his eventual fucking, skilled hands rubbing at your labia and then playing with your clit. Your body jolts at the pleasure you receive from that certain area, a pained whimper in desperation slipping from your lips as you clawed at him. 
His deft fingers easily rubbed against your clothed core, determined to get you hot and ready for him. His eyes watch down in a predatory gaze as he watches your expressions for any behavior change, his pupils dilating in hunger as he watches your body open more and more for him. Once he's done pawing at you he presses his crouch right against yours, the heat and weight of his confined cock stirring a whimper from within you. You tilt your head back, hands still stuck on him as you pull him closer to your body instinctively. Kirishima wordlessly leans in to press more animalistic kisses to your neck, now utilizing his sharp teeth to nip and bite at your skin. He groans against your sweet skin as you start to grind against him as well, a revelation now settling in that you were impossibly sensitive in all areas of your neck. 
Usually by now, Kirishima would've fucked whoever was underneath him into oblivion already, but he was purposely taking it slower. He needed to tease and punish you for not being his any sooner. To make him wait so long to get between your luscious and squeezable thighs. 
"Eijiro," A louder moan encourages him when he roughly nips at the conjuncture of where your neck and collarbone meet, the sensation sending a hot shiver down your spine. Mixed with the friction of his heavy hips against yours you're shaking under him, eyes prickling with tears as an unfamiliar feeling starts to wash over you. "W-Wait—!" You try to tap his shoulder, the act has him unmoving as he himself already knew what you were experiencing. 
Kirishima leans up to witness the pleasurable experience wash over you, greedily taking in the fact it was him to accomplish it without even having to do anything. In seconds he's gripping your jaw and having you look at him as he places another searing kiss against your lips. You're sloppily meeting him halfway there with no doubt that his tongue has all the right to overpower yours. Your hands are lost in his hair whilst his are impatiently ripping off your clothes ready to take you under the moonlight. 
A line of saliva connects you two when he pulls away, the small connection popping when he licks his lips. Your mouth and skin tasted so sweet, that he'd have to remind himself to eat you out next time, preferably somewhere more romantic and private.
The male on top of you grunts as the cool air of the night hits his now exposed schlong, the naked member twitching at the sensation. It was a reminder that he needed it in somewhere warm and his solution was right in front of him. He groans once the scent of your fresh arousal hits his nose, it now being stronger than ever with your hot cunny in line of sight for him. You were a sight to behold, truly. Skin littered with his bite marks, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin and your pussy dripping in need for him. 
"Do you want it?" Kirishima asks with a growl in his voice. You had just come down from an orgasm and he didn't want to rush you.
"Give it to me, Eiji." 
He doesn't have the balls to play with you anymore and gets straight to it. He presses his bulbous head against your opening, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips as he tries to loosen you up. "Relax."
You bite your bottom lip and try to do as told, eyes glued to his raging hard cock. You hadn't seen a cock before now but you were a hundred percent sure this was the prettiest you have and will ever see. You shiver when he pokes his tip at your clit, the sensitivity from before making you squirm. Your eyes flicker up as you watch him spit on his cock for more lubrication, mixing the substance with your arousal and his precum to make it easier for you to take. 
"I'm going in--fuck." Kirishima breathes out as he inserts his dick into your gummy walls, the squeezing around him has him reeling in pleasure. With no remorse, he grips the back of your thighs and presses them against your body in a mating press, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as your cunt swallows his cock in this position. He tilts his head back as he slowly and surely rocks the rest of his length into your awaiting cunt, the ecstasy he was experiencing had never been felt before. It was almost reminiscent of the first time he had lost his virginity except this felt exponentially better. 
His hands nearly rip your shirt open to show your breasts to him, the restriction of your clothes around your breasts making them perk up for him. He licks his lips as your nipples harden even more at the attention. Your tits bounce with each thrust as he slowly tries to ease himself in, his excitement making it hard for him to stay patient. 
Your breathy moans are the only thing he can hear and focus on, totally zoning out on anything around him. Everything about you felt too good. The way you wrapped around his cock, how your hands gripped at him, the desperation in your voice, and the way that you felt under his hands was intoxicating. Kirishima had been waiting for this for so long and he could finally have it, have you. With patience, he was able to start rocking his hips faster and deeper into your cunt. The lewd noise of your pussy squelching with every thrust encouraged him to do more, to fuck you more passionately. 
His lips were busy marking up your skin not caring about the complaining you might have for later. Earlier when he was eagerly trying to take off your clothes he tried his best not to rip your clothes off but there was no guarantee his (kind) gesture came to fruition. That minuscule dilemma will be something to deal with when you both get there. 
His hand dips down to mindlessly play with your sensitive bean, humming in satisfaction when it elicits a sharper moan from you. You're grinding your hips against his with vigor, body shameless in the pleasure it receives from him. Your eyes could barely focus on anything specific as the male you once considered a friend completely obliterates your cunt. Tears prickle at your eyes as you start to feel an intense sensation that washed over your body not too long ago.
"E-Eiji," You pant out, head lifting lightly from the wood. 
Kirishima's head immediately lifts from your skin and looks up at you, you two millimeters apart from each other's faces. "You close, babe?" 
You nod frantically and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in closer. He groans at how well you're able to take him, the new position allowing you to take in his cock fully. He softly coos as you try to stick it out, a pained but pleasured expression adorning your features. 
"Cum on my cock, baby."
The buzzing in your system doesn't die down, everywhere in your body feels as though it's on fire. You're engulfed in everything he gives you and refuse to let this moment go. Your body is raging with white-hot arousal as you come undone with the help of a few thrusts and his fondling. You groan happily as he grips your thighs and presses them against your body again, an unfamiliar swelling at the base of his cock forming at the base of his cock and slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You peek down to see the inflation, a bit of worry rushing into your system. 
Kirishima cusses as he lets go of one of your legs and pulls out, his spunk immediately spilling onto your pubic area and pussy, successfully covering you in his load. You whimper at how much there is, some getting on your clothes and the already defiled tree trunk from the spillage. You felt yucky with all the sweat and fluids and felt like it was prime time to go to sleep. 
You shyly make eye contact with him and let out a nervous giggle, happily welcoming an approaching kiss as he leans in to take your lips against his. You two gradually come down from your high, your body now slumped against the flat surface of the massive cut-down tree. 
You two will figure out what you are later. 
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brnesblogposts · 23 days
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Loving you is the best thing i’ve ever done.
(repost)
pairing: matty healy x reader
warnings: angst, fluff, mental health ?
reblogs appreciated if you liked it :)
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Staring at the ceiling, a million thoughts going through your head at once. Trying so hard to keep the tears from falling but the overthinking caught up to you as quiet sobs escaped your lips, trying to keep quiet as to not wake up the peaceful looking man beside you.
Your brain had yet again convinced you that you didn’t deserve love, that everyone was pretending to like you but in reality was repulsed by you. This kind of spiral hadn’t happened in awhile but it creeped up on you tonight and all you could do was ride it through and hope you felt better in the morning.
He started to stir beside you while you held your breath hoping you hadn’t woke him, being a burden to him as he was finally getting a good nights sleep is not what you wanted to do. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to stop the tears when you felt a hand push hair out of your face.
“Baby?” his soft voice broke the silence, “what’s wrong, darling?” he asked while looking at you with concern.
“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry” you repeated as you held your palms over your face. You climbed out of bed and went to leave the bedroom before his voice stopped you,
“where are you going?” there was a sadness to it, but that was probably because you’d woken him up, he’s better off without you anyway.
“I’ll just sleep on the sofa, go back to sleep I won’t bother you anymore” and before you could leave the room he leaped out of bed and grabbed your arm, turning you around where you could see his eyes sparkling in the dim lighting.
“Talk to me, did I do something?” he asked and you felt horrible for making him think he was the cause of your outburst.
“No, no it’s my fault, i’m sorry I disturbed you, i’m sorry for everything” you rambled on.. “what do you mean?” he asked while his thumbs stroked your cheeks, wiping away the tears.
“I’m sorry for being a burden, I know i’m annoying and weird and you put up with me out of pity, you deserve someone better, someone not.. broken” your tears falling harder now.
“I’m sorry for the shit you’ve had to put up with, Matty. I’m fucked in the head” you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, you felt vulnerable and like a freak.
“Listen to me, hey” he tilted your head up to look him in the eyes, “You. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you are never and could never be a burden. you know more than anyone how much I hate sincerity but I can do it with you, because you are my person. I love you. Don’t let your brain convince you otherwise”
He pulled you into his chest and let you ball, at some point moving you both to sit on the bed. Matty was stroking your hair and shushing you in a reassuring manner, telling you it was gonna be okay, eventually the sound of your sobs died down and you pushed away from Matty’s chest to wipe a hand over your eyes and push your now damp hair behind your ears.
“Baby, I need you to know that whenever you’re having these thoughts you can talk to me, I never want you to feel like you’re going through it alone because you’re not.” He put his hands on your upper arms and reassured you, “We’re all a little bit fucked up in the head, it’s apart of the human experience, there’s gonna be bad days but the good ones outweigh them, you’re the funniest, most loving, accepting and caring person i know, not to mention smoking hot” at that you let out a little laugh.
“You’re stuck with me, I love you and all your quirks and even that silly little beautiful brain of yours” he kissed the top of your head and pulled you into his side,
“I’m trying so hard to believe you but my brain won’t let me” you replied.
“Well know I mean it, even if you don’t believe me, it’s true.” He motioned for you to move back over to your side and you did, he got back under the covers and held out his arm as you shuffled into his side.
“Try get some sleep, okay? I’m right here if you need me” another kiss to the crown of your head as he started mindlessly brushing his fingers through your hair.
“I love you” you mumbled as sleep started to take over,
“I know” is all you heard before you passed out listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat.
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harlowsbby · 10 months
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Whatever It Takes
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Requested : Jack has had a long and tough day and takes it out on the reader but apologizes shorty after.
Growing up you were always told that you talked too much and how you needed to learn to stop rambling on and on about anything and everything in your life. But when you met Jack he reassured you that he loved when you’d just talk and talk because it showed just how passionate you were.
Jack had just gotten home from the studio he’s been so overwhelmed and drained with getting everything that involved his newest album done.
Although Jack was in utter and complete control of his albums and his music he wanted to make sure everything sounded up to part so when he played a few songs for Drama and Neelam he noticed how they weren’t as feeling or enjoying the songs he played.
So he spent his entire day rhyming and and making up lyrics that sounded and meshed well together to the point where he got a raging headache. All he wanted to do was come home and shower and head straight to bed.
When Jack got home he was beyond thrilled to meet to see you in the kitchen you’ve been the only person he wanted to see all day.
You smiled wide seeing him coming into your view. “How was work? Got any new songs written?” You asked him as you began squeezing a few lemons to make lemonade.
“Not really just changed up a few lyrics here and there but that’s about all baby.” He spoke softly as he took off his chain and watch, he groaned in relief as the chain was taken off his neck.
“Did you take any breaks today? You know what I told you about overworking yourself.” “I didn’t have time baby I had to get these songs submitted to the label.” You frowned at him. “Alright, but now you need to go rest and lay down. I’ll meet you upstairs when I’m done.”
He gave you one last kiss before heading upstairs to take a quick shower once he was done he brushed his teeth and tossed on a pair of sweats. Upon opening the bathroom door he was greeted by the sight of you laying on the bed gossiping on the phone with who he assumed was Neelam.
“Wait what? He said that to you what the hell, what did you say?” You spoke loudly which was honestly making Jack’s headache that was once start to slowly come back.
“I told him then you can just leave because I don’t need someone in my life that’s going to break me down all the time you know.” You nodded your head in agreement meanwhile Jack wasn’t sure what the two of you were talking about but all he knew is he wanted you too to get off the phone.
He sighed deeply and you looked over at him. “I’ll call you back later Neelam I think Jack is getting annoyed.” “Okay go attend to your baby.” She teased you shushed her and hung up the phone.
“So I was thinking tomorrow maybe we can go to the store and pick up a few things I was thinking maybe Target? Since you love it so much.” The more you continued to take the more irritated Jack had gotten.
He loved hearing you talk he truly and most utterly did but he had a major headache his head was bounding and the last thing he wanted to hear was you rambling away about what plans you’d both have tomorrow. All he wanted was pure and utter quietness he just wanted to rest without your mouth running a mile per minute.
“Y/N can you stop you’ve been talking this entire time I’ve gotten home from the studio, I’ve told you countless times that I don’t feel good but yet you’re sitting up here running your mouth about shit I don’t care about!” He yelled at you.
You felt like shrinking up into a little ball and rolling away somewhere, Jack has never raised his voice at you. “Right well since I’m talking too much I’ll just go into the kitchen or something.. yeah I think I’ll do that.” You stood up and hurriedly made your way out the door.
“Shit baby I’m sorry-.” You slammed the door before he was able to finish his sentence. Jack leaned back into his pillow and groaned he wanted his sleep but now he wasn’t as tired as he was before.
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Jack woke up the following morning without you by his side which meant you slept downstairs. He knew you’d still be upset with him after last night.
He made his way downstairs and heard movement going on in the kitchen, he smiled when he saw you pulling out ingredients from the fridge to make breakfast, you shouldn’t be as mad then if you were making him breakfast.
“Good morning baby, what’s for breakfast?” He asked you and when he got no response he bit his lip. “I said what’s for breakfast?” You simply pointed to the box of waffles as you cracked a few eggs.
By the way you were tossing and throwing the ingredients into the bowl you were still very much upset with him.
“So you really aren’t talking to me like at all?” You shrugged your shoulders and started mixing together all of the ingredients. “She isn’t talk because you yelled at her.” Neelam’s voice came from the phone.
“Yeah I gathered all of that already thank you very much Neelam.” He sarcastically stated. “You’re welcome.” You laughed which made Jack smile. “So I was thinking we can maybe still go to target today? And after maybe go play some soccer with the guys.” He suggested and even though you would’ve been beyond thrilled you weren’t about to give in not just yet at least.
You still didn’t respond and a heavy sigh left his lips the silence was killing him it almost felt as if he was being tortured at this point. He hated whenever you were upset with him because it meant he hurt you and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
"Y/N." His voice was soft and cooing, he reached over and took your hand in his the spoon you were once using to mix together the waffle mix was now hidden somewhere in the batter. "Are you really going to ignore me all day baby? Look me yelling at you was wrong and I should've never done that."
"No I'm sorry I shouldn't have been talking your ear off all night especially since you've already had a busy today I'll try and talk less." You looked down in embarrassment. Jack frowned and stood up from his spot on the stool and made his way over towards you. When he was close enough he placed his hand on your cheek and you closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch.
"If you ever stop talking less I promise that'll be the day I walk out that door." The two of you laughed. His blue eyes sparkled at the sight of you even with batter on your cheeks you were still the most beautiful women he's ever seen in his life. "I love you baby."
"I love you too Jack." The two of you were so caught up with each other that you forget Neelam was still on the phone. "Gosh the two of you make me feel extremely single." Jack rolled his eyes. "Because you are extremely single." She gasped and hung up.
"That wasn't very nice now was it Harlow?" He smiled and waved you off. "As long as she's off the phone I'm not complaining but I'm pretty sure the two of us have a Target trip calling our names?" He jingled the keys you grinned and turned off the oven top. "But first we need Starbucks!" You yelled. "Starbucks is very much needed" He yelled back and followed you out the door.
Jack was thankful you were able to forgive him because he knew deep down inside he'd never get sick of hearing you talk.
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ichigoromi · 11 months
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
Hello my lovelies~, it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything. Recently, I've been doing some job hunting after I quit my previous job and finally caught up on some of my favourite anime shows.
Blue Lock was one of those shows, and I am obsessed.
I hope you guys enjoy this little piece.
Pairing(s): Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Yukimiya Kenyu x fem reader! (she/her)
Genre(s): romance, fluff
Warning(s): None:)
Enjoy!
Written by the author from the perspective of 1.66m
Kunigami Rensuke — 1.88m (Height difference of 22 cm)
Kunigami loves the height difference between the two of you, he adores it.
The height difference that allows him to easily kiss your forehead, or to get you to call for him for help to reach things at the higher cabinet.
When you try to kiss him and he has to bend down to your height, he absolutely ate that shit up.
He loves to tease about your height even though you are considered quite tall for a girl, it’s just that your boyfriend is such a giant >.<
Since you two are neighbours, just different high school, he would go to your school to pick you up and go home together.
The students were whispering with each other when they saw the orange-haired teen standing outside of their school campus. It was one of the harshest winters that literally sends chills to your bones even with a thick coat.
Then, they watch the president of the school’s orchestra skipping towards him and falling straight into his arms.
“I told you not to run, the road is slippery from the snow. Aren’t you cold?” He took off the scarf around his neck to wrap it around yours.
“I know you’ll catch me anyways. Did you wait long? Practice ran a little late and we have to-Mmph!” Kunigami cut off your rambling by pulling you into a kiss.
When you two pulled away, your cheeks were flushed from the weather and embarrassment.
“Ren! You can’t do that in public! You idiot!” You scolded him and walk ahead of him to the bus stop.
But, with your short legs, he immediately caught up with his long legs.
He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, so you can feel warm.
“I was just teasing you. I’ll treat you to some oden before we head home.” He kisses the temple of your head and guides you to the nearest convenience store for oden.
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Mikage Reo — 1.85m (Height difference of 19 cm)
At first, Reo was indifferent about the height difference between the two of you.
But, as the more time that you two spend together and the little differences that he noticed.
He would now purposely put all your snacks and cup in the upper cabinet where you can’t reach and needs him to help you.
Reo would purposely slow down so he matches your pace but if he’s feeling playful, he would walk faster and hear your complaints about his long legs.
Since you both were in sports clubs, very often the two of you would compete in a 100 meters race.
If you lost, he would be teasing you the whole day about your short legs.
He knows that you hate losing, so he would treat you to your favourite food after school.
“What is wrong with you? Ugh, you’re so annoying!” Reo watches his girlfriend stormed away, speechless since this is the first time that you have lost your temper at him.
Everyone in the cafeteria went silent for a moment before going back to their own conversation.
Nagi who woke up from his nap, slightly confused as to what was going on.
“Reo? What’s going on?” Without saying anything, Reo rushed off after you.
You knew that Reo loves teasing you about your height but then it does gets pretty hurtful at times when he does not know when to stop.
He finds you back in your classroom, head buried in your own arms.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Can you lift your head up to look at me?” You shook your head and you heard him pull the chair in front of you and sat down.
Reo saw you swinging your legs and he taps on your arm again.
“Did you really dislike me teasing about your height?” You nodded your head to his question.
It seems like he did go over the line this time.
“Can you just lift up your head for a moment?” His large hands hold your face as you stared back at him with puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.
Now he feels even worse for making you cry.
“How do I get you to forgive me again?” His thumbs caress your tear-stained cheeks.
“I need a kiss, a visit to my favourite café and carrying of my school bag for the next two weeks.” Honestly, you have already forgiven him but you just wanted to see his reaction to your requests.
He leans in to kiss you on the lips then starts playfully peppering your face with his kisses.
“Alright! Stop it! You’re forgiven!” You giggled trying to pull away from Reo but this guy has an iron grip on you.
After five minutes of non-stop kissing from Reo, he finally stops and grins at you.
“I’ll pick you up after our club activities. See you later.” He kisses your cheeks before heading off to his classroom.
Your friends were just waiting patiently outside of the classroom for you lovebirds.
“What? Never seen a boyfriend kissing his girlfriend?” They all just rolled their eyes at you.
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Yukimiya Kenyu — 1.84m (Height difference of 18 cm)
When you first dated Kenyu, he was a gentleman and all but now, he is still a gentleman, plus a kissing and cuddly monster and a major tease.
His friends were kind of shocked that he was dating you, an art student that he used to swore that he will never date an art student.
But all is well and you two have been together for almost a year and a half.
He still hates going to art exhibitions but he goes for you since he likes spending time with you.
The height difference between you two is just adorable and whenever he comes to get you from art period, people gush on how cute the two of you look beside each other.
He loves resting his chin on the top of your head.
Kenyu loves to tease you when your canvas is taller than you and needs his help to carry it, or when your art supplies are stored on the top cabinets since you practically have no space already.
He is always there to help you and add in a little teasing.
“Where do I put this? Also, why do you even need such a huge canvas? It’s even taller than you.” You can hear the teasing tone in his voice and instructed him to move it to the free space that you have cleared in your ‘studio’.
Well, your current studio is your older sister’s room, since she has gotten married and moved out of the house, it was all yours to use.
He loves coming to your studio, because it was just so you and besides his help is needed here.
“Yu-chan, we still have one more to move. Let’s go and we can rest.” You dust the dirt of your skirt.
His eyes remained a little longer at your bare thighs below your skirt, before you pinch his cheeks, snapping him out.
“Eyes up here. Let’s hurry up~!” You pull on his shirt and follows you back down.
After you two were done with the moving, you guys moved to your room to get some rest.
“Why are your legs so short? It’s so cute~!” Kenyu teased you as your legs entangled together on the bed, your cheeks squished against his chest.
“Then why are your legs so long? You’re so annoying. I’m just trying to cuddle with my boyfriend but he is always going on how long his legs are. I’m gonna just kick you off the bed if you continue to mention about my short legs.” You threatened and he immediately tightens his arms around you.
Kenyu likes to twirl your hair with his fingers and get some nap time with you. It’s not often he gets to spend time like this with you.
“Yu-chan, there’s a new exhibition popping out…and can we go during this weekend? If you’re free.” Kenyu frowns a little and then you sat up a little, so you’re facing him.
“Babe…you know how much I hate going to art exhibitions but for you, I’ll go. However, that means you own me 10 kisses and five cuddle sessions.” He bargained and you gladly took the deal.
After all, he is quite busy as a student and as a model. Plus, he has his football career to focus on.
“I’ll give you ten free kisses since you’ve worked so hard today.” Hearing that, Kenyu sat up immediately and press his lips against yours.
You love kissing Kenyu and that’s the only time he allows you to remove his glasses.
He pulls apart so you two can catch your breath but your kisses are so addictive that he pulls you close and press his lips against yours again.
In the midst of your makeout session, you two failed to hear the loud giggles and chattering of your older sisters and your nephews and nieces.
“Honey bear~, OHMYGOSH!”
The two of you pulled away immediately, you bury your face into Kenyu’s shoulders while he awkwardly waved at your older sisters.
Guess, there’s another time for the rest of the kisses.
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Nagi Seishiro — 1.90m (Height difference of 24 cm)
Nagi is not so much of a tease but when he teases you, he was just so adorable. 
Sometimes, he is just too lazy to tease you but likes it when you whined about how tall he was compared to you.
He lowkey likes it when you two walks beside each other, and he likes to wrap one arm around your waist.
Or when you have to tug on his blazer to get him to walk slower so that your pace matches.
When you complain that he is too tall to talk to, he would bend down so that he is now face-to-face to you and stops you from complaining.
He also likes being the small spoon when you two cuddles, his legs were often over yours.
Since he is so tall, he sometimes doesn’t even notice you creeping from behind to surprise him.
After he was done with his football practice, Nagi waits in front of the entrance of the kyudo practice area. He was playing a game on his phone while waiting for you to come out of practice.
Practice ended later than usual, but Nagi always waits for you to finish up so he can go home with you together. Once you were done packing up and locked up the practice area, you head out to see your boyfriend engrossed in his game.
So, you did what you always did.
“Guess who~?” You sneaked your arms around his waist, almost made him dropped his phone.
“My tiny girlfriend, of course. Pass me your bag.” He took your Kyudo bag and while it looks huge on you, it fits him a little too small.
He slides his phone back into pocket and holds your hand as you two walks towards the front gate.
“Seisei, how was your practice? Did you train hard today?” Of course, you know his answer.
“It’s such a waste of time. I rather spend my time watching you practice. You look rather hot when you’re so focused on the target.” You rolled your eyes at his answer but he just leans down to kiss you on the lips.
He does this randomly, something that you still can’t get used to it.
“Wait a minute, why are so warm today? Even with layers of sweater and your coat?” He stops and bends down to let you fell his forehead and then his neck.
He flinches when your hand came in contact with his warm skin.
“You’re burning up! Let’s hurry back to your apartment.” He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on top of your head.
Seeing you all panicky over him warms his heart up.
“Hmm, we can take the bus. There’s no taxi near our school and you asked your chauffeur to stop driving you back and forth. Don’t worry, it’s probably some cold.” He reassures you and you turned around to face him.
He was expecting a kiss from you but you flick his forehead instead.
“You idiot, you’re sick and you think it’s okay to stay any longer in this crazy weather?! I’m just going to call a taxi or hail one. The next bus is coming in 20 minutes!” You were getting anxious and this idiot boyfriend of yours was just laughing.
“I know, babe. I may have just caught a cold but I’m not dying. Take a deep breath and look at me now.” He cups your face and squished your cheeks together.
You took a deep breath and looks at him.
“Fine, but I’ll be your hot pack while waiting for the bus, okay?”
He has no complaints about hugging you while waiting for the bus. It’s his favourite thing to do.  
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It was quite long, I guess? I wrote some of the taller guys in Blue Lock, and hope you enjoyed this piece! It's been a long time since I've written, so I hope haven't lost my groove!
I have also updated my navi page, well, it's a new colour theme:)
I hope you guys are doing well too. Maybe I might write about Haikyuu too!
Stay safe and healthy!
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calzone-d · 11 months
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What about when your mad at Ted and you feel bad for snapping at him?
(Hi it's me, and I have terrible PMS rn lmao)
sorry this is a lil short, it's finals week!
thanks for sending this in, anon!
you can find my masterlist here.
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It was one of those days where every little thing irritated the shit out of you. People breathing too loud, chewing too obnoxiously, your hair being extremely frizzy for no reason- everything was just annoying.
Ted came home in a particularly upbeat mood, which you normally adored to see. You still did, you just was hoping for some space to decompress from your day before spending the evening socializing with him. It wasn’t anything against him, you just needed to be alone.. in silence.
“Hey darlin’! Ooh-wee I can’t wait to tell you about what happened out on the pitch today. You see-“
You nodded and hummed occasionally at his story, not as invested as you should’ve been, but even the simple act of cooking dinner was taking everything in you.
Ted continued to ramble on about his day as you cooked. You spilled some rice on the oven- no big deal, you’d clean it later. Then, you checked the chicken in the oven only to find that it was burnt.
“Shit!”, your frustrated voice interrupted Ted’s story.
“What’s the matter?”
“I burnt the fucking food, and there’s such a mess to clean up and-“
Ted cut you off with an optimistic, “We can worry about it after dinner, hun.”
Before you could stop yourself, your temper got the best of you.
“No, Ted! I don’t want to just deal with it later! Im fucking exhausted and I just want to spend a quiet night in bed!”
Ted’s brows furrowed as you continued, “And I love you, and I love hearing about your day but I just- I can’t right now!”
He left you with a quiet, “Well alright, then” before heading to the living room. Though you were thankful for a few moments to yourself, you knew you were in the wrong.
Ted came and fixed himself a plate a few minutes later, but took it back into the living room without saying a word. You felt guilty. It would’ve been so easy to just be open with him, but on top of being irritated you were trying to do a million things at once, which wasn’t a great combination.
You cleaned up dinner, and put on your pajamas before taking a seat next to Ted on the couch. He didn’t say anything as you sat down, even as your eyes met.
“Ted.. I’m sorry.”, your voice was soft.
He nodded for you to continue.
“Today was just so.. so frustrating and jam-packed and I was hoping for some time to decompress but then dinner went the way it did, and I felt bad for not listening to your story but I just really needed a few moments to myself.”
After a few seconds he spoke, “Then why didn’t ya just ask me?”
His voice stayed calm and gentle, fitting for the man you loved. You were worried you’d stuck a nerve, especially with the wounds Michelle left him with. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was ‘too much’. Still, it would’ve been so much easier to just ask for space when he got home. It wasn’t his fault you pushed yourself too far.
“That’s what I should’ve done, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you thinking I didn’t care, or didn’t want to hear about your day-“
“There’s a big difference between not carin’ and just needin’ a moment.”
You slowly nodded as your eyes cast downward. “I know. I should’ve just asked for some time alone, instead of snapping at you. My shitty day had nothing to do with you.. and I don’t want you to think it did.”
He shook his head as he shuffled closer to you, “Darlin’, that’s fine. Just ask next time, okay? I don’t like seein’ you all stressed.”
Your head fell against his shoulder as you finally smiled for the first time all day. “I’ll work on finding better ways to communicate that. Thank you for listening.. I’d love to hear about your day before bed?”
One of Ted’s hands reached down to cup your cheek so that he could pull you in for a kiss. He kissed you gently, and lovingly. When he pulled away his hand smoothed over the top of your head before he pressed another kiss there.
“Sounds like a plan, stan. Now, you tell me what we’re watchin’ tonight.”
He pulled you in close as you both settled together on the couch.
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italiansteebie · 1 year
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Being followed around and getting recognized was something Eddie hated.
Sure, he was used to it but it didn’t make him hate it any less. So when this random pretty boy started talking to him like he was a random stranger on the street, it took him by surprise. And he has to admit he reacted in a… Not so great way. 
“Hey, man I-”
“Not right now.” He cut him off quickly and harshly. The guy flinched slightly, which did make Eddie feel the slightest bit guilty, but still didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. The guy frowned, “I was just going to ask if you knew the bus route I’m supposed to take to get downtown. You don’t have to be a douche about it.” The guy scoffed, turning to walk away. “Wait.” Eddie called, “Sorry, I just get a lot of people comin’ up to me… It gets annoying.” Pretty boy shrugged. “I mean. I get it, I guess. I have days where I don’t want anyone to talk to me either. Look, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure it out eventually.” Eddie sighed, the nonchalant way the guy was speaking to him, and the clueless look on his face, kind of hinted that this guy really had no Idea who he is. And yeah, that does sound pompous but… Oh well. 
Eddie thrust his hand out towards the guy, pulling another small flinch out of him, “Sorry. Uh. Im…” He quickly contemplated telling the pretty boy his real name. “I uh. I’m Eddie. Sorry for being a dick.” The guy flashed him a smile, “No worries, Eddie. I’m Steve.” Grabbing his hand and shaking it. Eddie looked at the map Steve was holding, “You’re going down town right?” Watching Steve nod in response. “Alright, you’re going to want to take bus 4, and your stop is going to be 112. It’s a bit of a ride, though. It may be faster to get a taxi.” Eddie suggested. Steve shrugged again, “I can’t afford the fare unfortunately, so the bus it is.” 
“Why don’t I drive you?” Steve looked surprised, Eddie did too, he had suggested it before he even thought about it. “Oh, uhm. You’d do that?” Steve looked apprehensive. Eddie shrugged, “Consider it me making up for being a douche earlier.” Steve giggled at that, and Eddie thought for a moment he had ascended into heaven. “My car is this way,” He gestured vaguely, grabbing Steve’s hand and leading him in the direction of his van. 
—-
Eddie had never been embarrassed of the van before, but with this cute guy and his puffy hair, he got a little insecure. He had to admit, his van wasn’t the newest car, and it smelt a lot like weed. Like a lot. But Steve looked unfazed. The nonreaction extended to the interior of the van, even as it got ‘loud’ when they opened the doors. He watched as Steve hopped up and situated himself in the passenger seat. “Thanks for driving me!” He said, a bright smile on his face. 
“No problem, Steve-o!”
“Oh. We’re already at the nickname stage? You move fast.” Steve teased, pushing at Eddie’s shoulder gently. Eddie almost crashed the van, was Steve flirting with him? This cannot be happening. He doesn't even know about Eddie’s band. “Ahaha… Yeah.” He pushed out awkwardly, cringing at his own response. Steve faltered at this, “Hey, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… I mean, who even knows if you like guys? Shit. I can get out, it’s alright.” Steve rambled. “Hey, no. It’s okay. I do, I mean it’s fine. I thought it was cute. You just make me nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone like you.” And that testimony made the smile creep back onto Steve’s face. “Well. I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone like you, Eddie.” He reached over and grabbed his hand. 
“You like music, Steve?” 
“I mean, who doesn't?” 
Eddie popped a Corroded Coffin CD into the car CD player, “This is Corroded Coffin’s newest album. They’re good, a little different though.” Steve nodded along as the first song started playing. The drums were a bit heavier than what Steve typically listened to but it was good, the guitar played the melody instead of a vocalist, which was also something Steve wasn’t used to. “They’re good, but I have to ask why they don’t have a singer?” Eddie shrugged. “I’ve… Heard they were never able to find one. Why? You sing?” “A little,” Steve hummed. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the lead guitarist, but lyrics can really expand a song, y’know?” Eddie nodded. “I heard they’re holding auditions for a singer today.” Steve smiled. “Yeah, that’s actually where I’m headed to. I have to admit I should’ve listened to them a little more before the audition but… Oh well.” Eddie choked at that, which earned a concerned look from Steve. “You okay?” Eddie nodded, “Yeah, just choked on my spit,” he breathed. 
The ride fell into a comfortable silence after that, sounds only coming from the radio and Eddie humming along with the band. They arrived at the venue, and before Steve got out of the car Eddie grabbed his hand. “Hey, you’re gonna do great. I hear the guitarist has a thing for guys like you.” Steve blushed, “Well I can only hope!” And with that he slid out of the van and walked through the venue doors. 
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Auditions were dragging on for what seemed like forever, and Steev still hadn’t had his yet. Eddie felt like he was going to die from anticipation, and was about to call for a break when Steve poked his head into the audition room. “Hi, sorry. Were you guys ready for m- Eddie?” 
“Surprise?” 
“What’s going on, Eddie? You know this guy?” Gareth said. 
Eddie shrugged, “Kind of. We drove here together. I was a douche, he was just trying to ask a question, so I gave him a ride.” Steve nodded in agreement with his summary. “Why didn’t you tell me? We even listened to your band on the way over!” Steve scolded. “I don’t know! I was just enjoying talking to someone who had no idea who I am!” Eddie groaned. Steve’s cheeks went red. “I can’t believe I admitted that I didn’t prepare for this to the guy who was holding the audition!” He slapped a hand over his face. “Well. I have no idea who you are. So! On with the audition! And, to make it fair. Eddie, go wait in the bathroom.” Gareth instructed, earning a pretty fierce side eye from Eddie. He got up begrudgingly, groaning and ultimately making a show of it.
Once he was gone, Gareth gestured to the open space, “Floors yours, kid.”
Steve sighed, deep breaths, he reminded himself. 
“Hello, I’m Steve. Harrington. Uh, Steve Harrington. Yeah, I’m 23 years old, I’ve been singing for a while, dive bars here and there, y’know… I’m uh. I’m going to sing an original song. I have others though… If you wanna hear something else…” He rambled, word vomit spewing out due to his nerves. 
He took a deep breath and let the song flow out of him, it was a blur as he sang, letting muscle memory take the reigns as he belted out. He opened his eyes as the song finished, breathing heavy, and he took a small bow. “Thanks for your time.” He began to walk out, following typical audition protocall. “Wait.” Gareth said. Steve turned, watching as Gareth and the other members, not including Eddie, of course, deliberated. “You were good. Sing this for me,” Gareth sang a short melody, which Steve repeated shortly after. He watched as the band nodded, small smiles forming on their faces. 
“Eddie! Come meet the new vocalist!” Gareth called. Steve fell to his knees, “You’re joking.” “Nope.” 
Eddie sauntered out, stopping short when he saw Steve still there. “Hey! You? Him? YEAH! Way to go Steve!” He cheered, running to hug him in celebration. They held each other for a moment before Eddie planted a quick kiss, again, acting before thinking. Steve paused, pulling away, before cracking a smile so big Eddie thought his face might split in half, and pulling Eddie back in for another smooch. The rest of the band behind them was clapping, congratulating Steve and moving to tell the other candidates that they’ve found their vocalist. 
“I’m so glad you were a dick to me this morning.”
Eddie smiled, “Me too.”
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Sorry for another one of these, it's been locked in my brain
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maithefluffychicken · 9 months
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Happy Bottom Steve event everyone!
Porn without plot and without angst. Just fluff and smut. 6k words.
Paradise by the dasboard light.
Steve is good at pretending.
He always has been good at that: pretending to follow his father’s steps into a very profitable business career. Pretending to like Tommy H and Carol. Pretending to be popular, the most popular, the King.
Pretending to like girls.
It’s not- He likes girls, her soft bodies, her curves, her silky skin and soft moans. But it took him years and one Robin Buckley - and being tortured by Russians somehow related to the hellish nightmare that was the Upside Down, because what’s life without a little bit of trauma, right? - to stop pretending that Steve Harrington exclusively likes girls.
Not like Steve could do much about this new truth about himself, once he said it out loud to Robin when he was ready. Not with their lives hanging from a thread, and Vecna murdering their schoolmates, and the local freak, Eddie Munson, being wanted dead or alive for the townsfolk and joining the party.
No, Steve hadn’t had time to really think about what his sexuality implies or if he ever wanted to do something about it.
But now Vecna is defeated, the Upside Down is closed, Hawkins is being fixed north to south and side to side. Now life is returning to something close to normal.
Just, close to it.
“Haaaarrington!” Eddie storms inside the renewed Family Video, singsonging his name, and fuck, it shouldn’t make Steve’s belly tingle in interest. “Are you free this evening, big boy? Please, please, Harrington, tell me that you’re free.”
Maybe one day Steve will get used to Eddie’s flirtatious nature, but today is not that day. Flustered and feeling high, like Steve feels always that he has Eddie’s attention, turns to look at him, schooling his face into an annoying expression, before answering him.
“What do you want?” Steve asks dryly. It only makes Eddie’s grin wider, and Steve has to accept the fact that he wants to kiss him stupid.
“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, are you in a mood? A cute girl rejected you today? Not that something like that could happen, you’re the cutest boy in the whole Indiana-”
Eddie always says shit like this, not noticing the inner turmoil he provokes in Steve every single time. The handsome bastard.
“Munson,” Steve warns him. Whatever Eddie is going to propose, Steve knows he’s going to say yes to him. Usually it’s something Henderson-related.
“I’m bored,” Eddie shrugs, hands on the counter in front of Steve, long, toned arms on display, all ink and scars. “It’s summer, I finally graduated, I have nothing to do and. You know, I thought maybe you’d want to go to Indy with me? There’s a new record store, Divinyl Records, want to check it out.”
The only sign that shows that Eddie is nervous is his rambling, it makes Steve feel a bit better.
“And I know you don’t like it, but I want to buy a new set of dice, Henderson asked me to buy another for him, too.”
There it is, the Henderson-related excuse they both seem to need to hang out together. Steve is happy to have Dustin in common with Eddie, but he wishes they didn’t need any other excuse to spend time togther.
Steve feigns to think about it for a second, glaring at Eddie and sighing exaggeratedly before agreeing.
“I’ll pick you up when I finish here, around noon,” Steve says, trying to hold his own silly smile when Eddie beams at him, dimples included, and fists his right hand in victory. Steve eyes the way his forearm flexes and how his ridiculous rings shine under the artificial light of the store.
“Yes, Stevie! I knew I could count on you!” He exclaims, and a few customers turn to look at them, but Steve couldn’t care less, not when Eddie is reaching to pat Steve’s hand on the counter, leaving Steve’s skin prickling with need wherever Eddie’s long, warm fingers caresses his own. “See you at noon, then.”
Eddie turns and leaves Steve alone, flustered and with butterflies flying in his stomach, battering their wings furiously inside him.
-
Steve calls Robin to cover him, because if it’s true that he’s free in the evening, he very much wants to take a shower and to brush his teeth compulsively before picking Eddie.
It’s not a date, and Steve knows that, but that doesn’t mean Steve has to meet Eddie with his armpits stinking after eight working in a store with a barely working AC, and if he uses his favorite cologne and styles his hair with even more care than usual… Fuck it, ok? Steve puts it on his best polo, the one that makes his shoulders look broader, and the tightest Levi’s he owns.
He really doubts Eddie is, well, like him. He has seen Eddie around girls, he’s a flirt, just as he is with Steve. But that’s - just because he’s a tease. Eddie doesn’t flirt with Gareth or Jeff, his best friends. And he doesn’t flirt with Jonathan nor Argyle, either. This thing Eddie has with Steve, this flirting, is just their trauma-related shared bond or whatever.
And yet, Steve can’t help but smile when he picks up Eddie from the new house he shares with Wayne, a little gift from Uncle Sam’s government after the whole Upside Down fiasco.
“Ah, to be in the infamous Beemer with the king in person, what a high honor!” Eddie banters the moment he sits in the passenger’s seat. “And it smells good, wait.”
Eddie leans into him and Steve feels himself blushing fiercely, tries half heartedly to push him away before turning on the car.
“Man, you smell good,” Eddie sniffs the air. “No way!”
“What?” Steve can’t help but smile. Eddie is gorgeous and is grinning at him and he likes how Steve’s smells.
“Did you take a shower for me?” Eddie is beaming at him, and Steve wants- He just wants. He laughs, feeling caught red handed.
“I took a shower because it’s fucking summer and it was disgusting, I was disgusting,” Steve says.
“I doubt that,” Eddie answers him, leaning in his seat and looking through the open window. “I bet even your sweat smells fucking good.”
Steve dares to glance at him, sure that his face is showing how flustered and aroused he is just because, well, Eddie. Thankfully, the reason for his half hard cock is now resting with his eyes closed, enjoying the wind and the sun bathing his skin, being beautiful and relaxed. It’s good to see him like this, Steve wishes he could watch Eddie like this more often.
-
Their evening together is. Fuck, it’s perfect. It’s probably the best date Steve has ever had, even if it’s not a date.
They spend their good time at Divinyl Records, bantering and bickering about everything. Eddie’s tastes, Steve’s taste, what they both like, what they both hate. Eddie is delighted to learn that Steve actually loves Queen, his eyes bright when they talk about it. Steve doesn’t want to read into it, but hope is free, right?
Eddie squeaks when he finds something he wants, one of Meatloaf’s vinyl, Bat Out of Hell, saying that it’s very on point, that he feels exactly like that, and he traces the ink of his arm, the bats he has tattooed there. The record’s cover is red and orange. It shows a man on a hellish motorbike, flying high after storming, well, out of hell, a giant demonic bat left behind. Steve wonders if Eddie feels like the man in the cover, avoiding Death and escaping Hell, or, in their own experience, the Upside Down.
“Man, I wish I had a record player at my home,” Eddie says wistfully, admiring the cover. “Have you ever listened to him? It’s- It’s not metal but it’s like, rock, and potent, and-” Eddie sighs, leaving the record in its place. “Anyway, I have it on tape already.”
Eddie smiles at Steve, shrugging, and leaves to search in the other boxes. Steve takes the record, Bat Out of Hell, already decided to buy it for Eddie, a plan forming in his mind. He has an absurdly big, fancy record player at his home, and it’d be a great excuse to have Eddie around more often.
They both end up buying some tapes, and Steve puts the record to buy it, too, under Eddie’s confused glare.
“Steve, what-?” Eddie asks when Steve puts Meatloaf’s record in Eddie’s plastic bag.
“I have a record player, you can come whenever you want to hear this or whatever other record,” Steve says, ignoring the way his cheeks - and his whole body - are burning. This silly thing seems to be too revealing, somehow, as if Steve were admitting out loud how much he wants Eddie.
But the metalhead is simply gawking at him, pink lips half parted, his doe eyes so big and bright that Steve doesn’t really know what to do when Eddie is looking at him.
“Stevie- I,” Eddie’s voice quivers softly. “Are you sure? I’ll be there like, all the time, just- camp in your living room and listen to music non-stop, like, forever. You won’t get rid of me.”
Do it, Steve thinks, chest heaving. Do it, come live with me, sleep in my bed, never leave my life. Take all of me.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” Steve laughs a bit too loud. “Whatever you say, man, just, accept it? As a gift?”
“Fuck, yeah, Harrington, thank you!” Eddie is buzzing with pent up energy, holding the bag against his chest, smiling openly and closing the distance with Steve, as if he was thinking about hugging him or-
“Of course,” Steve smiles, swallowing his deception when Eddie stops suddenly, taking a step back. He needs to get a grip on reality, and soon, or Eddie’s antics are going to kill him. “Let’s go.”
It’s still the best date Steve has ever had, after that. It’s easy to laugh with Eddie, to forget everything else when Eddie is retelling some incredible story, talking with his hands as much as with his deep, baritone voice, and Steve is transfixed by his whole persona.
Eddie buys a few things for his next campaign, excited because Baby Byers are joining them at last.
“You should try, Steve, just give it a chance!” Eddie says excitedly, and winking an eye to Steve, he shoves a small box against Steve’s chest. “Those are what you need to start, if you ever want to give me- give us a chance. To play DnD! That’s it!”
Steve opens the box to see a brand new set of dice, shiny yellow, all for him. Just for Steve, because Eddie wants him to play DnD with them all.
“I will,” Steve breathes, deeply touched.
“I know we’re a bunch of freaks and that you’re far too cool for us, you know, biting the head off a demobat and all that-,” Eddie keeps rambling, nervously hiding his face behind a strand of dark hair. Steve shouldn’t find him this charming, but here he is, once again holding himself back to not kiss Eddie senseless.
“Eddie, I will!” Steve laughs, interrupting him, resting his hand in Eddie’s warm, heaving chest to calm him. Through the well worn fabric of his shirt, Steve can feel the rabbit-like beating of Eddie’s heart. “I’ll join you all, but it’ll be my first time, be gentle with me, ok?”
Eddie makes a throaty sound at that, something like a strangled ngk!, and his eyes widen impossibly, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ll be, fuck, baby, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” Eddie whispers back, taking a step forward, hands hovering over Steve’s hips.
It’d be so easy for any of them to simply lean in and press their lips together in a kiss. Steve has no doubts, this is not just Eddie’s flirtatious character, it can’t be. They’re so close, their mouths mere inches apart, just-
Someone clears their throat nearby, and just like that, the spell is broken and the moment, gone. Steve retires his hand from Eddie’s chest as if it burnt him, and Eddie jumps backwards, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“It’s still soon,” Steve says, not looking at Eddie’s eyes. “Want to eat something before heading back to Hawkins?”
-
Clouds of a summer storm curl in the sky the moment Steve and Eddie find a greasy joint that smells good enough to entice them, and they order two burgers with fries and cherry coke for Steve and vanilla milkshake for Eddie.
It’s- so much, in the best sense of the word.
They’re laughing and talking loud to be heard over the blasting music, their mouths full and it should be disgusting. It is. Steve would never dare to be like this in front of anyone else - not another guy and definitely not in front of a girl -, it’s like being a kid again, that kind of freedom.
Except that Steve doesn’t remember feeling this hunger, this raw, visceral need for any of his friends before. Steve wants to jump on Eddie’s lap and swallow him whole and be swallowed by him.
There’s this invisible energy between them, buzzing restless and igniting every one of Steve’s nerves, a low thrum nestled deep in his belly. Eddie seems to not be able to stop looking at Steve, not since they almost kissed before. Now it’s like a physical force pulling at them, tugging at them together. Strong as gravity. Inevitable.
In a dazed moment of craziness, where everything could go terribly wrong or wonderfully right, Steve decides to test the waters. He takes off one of his Adidas with the other foot, and while Eddie is talking about god knows why, Steve reaches to caress his calf with his bare feet under the table.
Eddie goes silent, his eyes bulging, completely flabbergasted. For a terrifying second, Steve is sure that Eddie is going to stop him, to spit at him a cruel what the fuck are you doing?!. Steve bites his lower lip in fear, and starts to lower his feet, when Eddie finally speaks up.
“Harrington,” he mumbles weakly. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Steve smirks at him,euphoric. This is not a fucking hopeless fantasy, this is happening, and it’s absurd. He copied this move from a girl he dated once, she was wearing lovely low heels with a strap around his ankle, and it was very exciting. They were in a fancy restaurant with actual tablecloth to hide what was happening undeer the table.
Instead, he’s wearing socks, and he’s far from being a pretty girl, but Eddie is looking at him in awe, his cheeks beet red and his breath uneven. Because of Steve. Fuck, this is how a girl feels when flirting with Steve like this?
Steve gets bolder, and traces with his feet Eddie’s long leg, caresses his thigh. He wants to whine when Eddie spreads his legs wider in a silent invitation. The metalhead is looking at him with a wild expression on his face, one hand holding the edge of the table for dear life. The other hand, Eddie sneaks it under the table, wraps his long fingers around Steve’s ankle.
“We should talk,” Steve says, feeling deliriously high, his cock more than half hard now, straining his cotton boxers.
I“What?” Eddie asks, distracted, drawing circles with his thumb in Steve’s ankle. “Harrington, are you sending me mixed signals? Because I can’t focus right now-”
Steve has to laugh, shaking his head, and taking the chance to prod with his toes at Eddie’s crotch, pride swelling his chest when he feels Eddie’s cock throb at the attention received. Steve’s own dick twitches in empathy. Fuck, this is the most exciting thing Steve has ever done.
“No, dipshit,” Steve snorts. “Just talk, make it like nothing is happening.”
“Stevie, baby, nothing is actually happening here,” Eddie grits between his teeth, his knuckles gripping the table so hard they turned white. “And that’s how I’m going to die. Here lies Eddie Munson, Steve the Tease Harrington killed him.”
“Shut up, I’m not a tease,” Steve smirks, even if he’s now stroking the clothed length of Eddie with his toes, wishing there were nothing between them. Not a fucking table, not clothes.
“You’re not?” Eddie asks, dead serious now. His eyes pleading at Steve, brows pinched. “You’re not just teasing me for some twisted joke?”
His voice. Steve knows he’ll remember his pained, vulnerable voice forever. For the first time in months, Steve thinks that maybe, just maybe, Eddie has been feeling just the same way about him.
That thought makes his head spin and his mouth dry.
“I would never joke about something like this, Eds,” Steve says. “We should… pay, maybe? You can spend the night at my home?”
A myriad of microexpressions take over Eddie’s face then, Steve can’t barely read them all, but then Eddie smiles at him, nodding sharply and squeezing Steve’s ankle just once before taking it off his twitching cock.
“I’ll need a dew minutes before, you know,” he smiles shyly, and Steve grins at him.
“Yeah, me too.”
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Silently, because it’s the summer of ‘86 and neither of them want to start a riot in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana, they manage to keep their hands to themselves, jumping into the Beemer in silence.
Eddie’s leg is now bouncing up and down restlessly, trying to decide what of their new tapes to put in to listen to some music. Steve couldn’t care less, turning the engine on and revving up, wanting nothing more than to reach home and get inside with Eddie.
Fuck.
A guitar riff starts playing and Eddie plays the air as if he were playing the guitar. Long fingers caressing the invisible neck of his imaginary guitar, rings clinking softly, his head moving along, his curls bouncing. Steve always admired how freely and unabashed Eddie is, even if the boy admitted to him that most of it is just a facade he used to put on to mask how much of a coward he was.
“So,” Eddie says at last, looking at the big, dark clouds that cover the dusky sky.
“So,” Steve repeats.
“You weren’t just teasing, back at the diner?” Eddie asks, and tugs at his curls playfully.
That tension between them is still there, crackling in the space between them like electricity.
“Not teasing,” Steve promises, and shoots a smile at Eddie. “I meant it there and I mean it now, Eddie.”
“You want this,” Eddie’s index finger points at them both vaguely. “You want this to happen, then.”
Steve swallows around the lump in his throat.
“Y-yes, Eddie, I-,” Steve has to take a deep breath, to focus on the driving and on his confession. “I’m tired of not having enough excuses to hang out with you more often. Fuck that, I’m tired of needing excuses, Eddie. Do you want this? Do you want this too?”
Eddie answers by putting his hand on top of Steve’s thigh, nails scratching the denim softly before squeezing the soft flesh.
“Ah, fuck,” Steve whimpers at the sudden sensation, the wave of aroussal rippling through his whole body.
“I don’t remember not wanting this with you, baby,” Eddie says, voice so soft and vulnerable that it feels like a punch in Steve’s guts. “I’ve been obsessed with you since I saw you in the boat house, making that soft ah for me.”
“Fuck you,” Steve snaps without heat. “You were threatening me with a fucking broken bottle.”
“Yeah, and it was the weirdest boner of my life, Steve-o,” Eddie grins. “So hard and fat and leaking because of your little moan.”
Eddie leans into Steve again, invading his personal space completely as he does often, but now his hand is so close to Steve’s groin that it makes him feel dizzy. Steve knows Eddie is teasing him now, he knows Eddie was far too terrified that awful night to even pop a boner then, but fuck if the image of Eddie’s cock, hard and leaking beacuse of Steve doesn’t make his toes curl.
“Shut up, Munson,” Steve laughs, but spreads his legs wider so Eddie can grab his bulge through his jeans. Eddie doesn’t do that, the bastard. He sits back on his seat like a normal person and grins. His hot palm is still on Steve’s thigh, though, driving him crazy.
“Or what?” Eddie snaps at him playfully,
“Or I won’t let you fuck me when we come home,” Steve threats him. Eddie gasps, feigns being offended, but Steve can see his smile from the corner of his eye. It’s the weakest threat Steve could do, knowing that they’re both stupidly horny.
“That’s cruel of you,” Eddie pouts. His fingers start drawing circles on Steve’s thigh, and it’s an interesting sensation, lust and need mixed with the tender fondness Eddie inspires him.
It feels like every step they’re doing is, in fact, a leap of faith. As if the smallest detail could break this bubble they’re in, now. Steve lets go of the wheel with one hand so he can tangle his fingers with Eddie’s. The metalhead doesn’t look at him, he’s once again hiding his face behind his curtain of dark curls, but squeezes Steve’s hand and thumbs over his knuckles.
It’s not a kiss. Fuck, they haven’t kissed yet and Steve is thirsty for him. But it’s good, it’s somehow better, because this means something. This means that it matters, that is not only their horniness.
Steve lets himself hope for once.
They drive in silence, big fat drops falling from the darkening sky, and it’s peaceful for a while. Steve loves to drive, and driving under the rain it’s kind of romantic. Eddie seems to relax by his side, he’s quiet for once and his hand is still intertwined with Steve’s.
“Thanks for today,” Steve blurts. “For asking me to come with you, it’s been- I had fun.”
Eddie grins lazily at him. “My, my, King Steve, is this one of your moves?”
“What? No, fuck, I just wanted to be honest,” Steve frowns at Eddie, rain falling more heavily every passing ssecond.
Eddie sighs.
“I’m sorry,” he shrugs. “I don’t know how to do any of this, actually.”
“What?”
“You know. This felt like a date from the start, and I wanted it to be a date, I just-,” Eddie laughs awkwardly. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, you’re right, I’m tired of needing a silly excuse to be with you, and yet you bought me the record-”
“Yeah, and you gave me a dice set,” Steve interrupts him.
“Hm,” Eddie hums. “I’m just nervous. Never had a date. Was this a date?”
“It can be a date if you want it to be,” Steve says. “I want it to be a date, that’s why I’m driving us home now, like-”
“To seal the deal?” Eddie snorts.
“No. Yes. I don’t know! Maybe.”
“King Steve is nervous?” The metalhead teases him.
“I think I’m always nervous when you’re around,” Steve confesses.
“Fuck, me too, sweetheart,” Eddie laughs openly now. “I think I’m gonna fuck it up somehow, I’m terrified, that’s why I’m being a dick.”
“Yeah? And what’s your excuse for being a dick every day, Munson?”
They both laugh freely, the banter flowing easily, and Steve breathes out relieved that their friendship is not going to be ruined by this. He lifts their joined hands so he can kiss Eddie’s knuckles, and the metalhead groans softly, surprised and pleased.
Their joy lasts just a few more minutes. The sky is completely black now and it’s pouring with rage, Steve can barely see shit on the road.
“Fuck this rain,” Steve complains. “I think we should find a spot to stop and wait for a while.”
“There’s a dead end nearby, I used it a lot before for… Well, you know. We can wait there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
It takes them a while to find the dead end Eddie knows, with Steve’s slow driving and the non-stop rain. Thankfully there are no cars, and when they find the place where Eddie used to sell, Steve stops the car and turns off the lights, leaving the music on. The rain clatters around them.
They’re finally alone. Well, they’ve been alone since they got into the car, but Steve was busy driving. Now they’re alone and nothing is distracting them. When Steve looks at Eddie, he knows that they both are thinking the same thing.
They’re alone, in the car, no one is crazy enough to be driving under this rain, and there’s only the dashboard light illuminating them.
And then, it happens. Both of them launching to each other and meeting in the middle in a searing kiss, teeth clacking and noses bumping, but who cares. They readjust a bit and then they’re properly kissing, and it’s fucking good. Not what Steve is accustomed to, Eddie’s stubble rasps Steve’s chin, but his lips are plush and soft and warm. His long fingers are on Steve’s jaw, tracing it blindly, while Steve is grabbing Eddie’s shirt, tugging at him desperately.
“Fuck, Stevie, I was dying to do that.”
“Please, stop saying things like you’re dying, I can’t stand that, Eds-”
Eddie kisses him softly now, as an apology.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Eddie says, and starts trailing kisses down Steve’s neck. “I’ve been dreaming with this for so long, fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Hng, Eddie,” Steve whimpers, closing his eyes and letting himself feel. Eddie's hot breath on his neck, his hands roaming down his spine. Steve’s fingers tangling in Eddie’s curls.
“Can’t believe you want this, too, holy fuck, Stevie,” Eddie’s hands find the hem of his polo and sneak underneath, Steve’s abs shiver at the contact.
“I want you so badly, Eddie,” Steve mumbles. “I thought you were just playing or whatever, fuck, if I knew I’d have taken you on a date sooner.”
“Shit, Steve, really?” Eddie lifts his head to look at Steve, caresses his lips with his thumb, and Steve opens his mouth instinctively. “Fuck, Steve, I don’t think I can wait until we got home, baby, I need you.”
Steve moans wantonly at that, his own cock twitching needily.
“How do you want me?” Eddie asks, cradling Steve’s face softly in his hands and peppering it with kisses. It’s thrilling, knowing that someone, Eddie, wants him. and wants this to be good for Steve. It’s good to be the receiving part of all this attention.
“Would you-,” Steve has to take a deep breath to ask for what he wants. Something he has been thinking about for a long time now. But this is Eddie. Eddie, who wants him too. Eddie, his friend, maybe so much more than that from now on. “Would you fuck me?”
“Jesus Chr-, fuck, yes Stevie, whatever you want, baby,” Eddie says, his voice muffled with Steve’s lips as he leans in to kiss him again. “Everything.”
They shift and move around until they’re sprawled more or less comfortably on the Beemer’s backseat. Steve underneath Eddie’s lean body, their legs tangled together and their fully clothed cocks rubbing against each other. Panting and moaning wantonly until the windows start to fog with their shared heat.
“You’re so hot, Harrington, what the fuck,” Eddie complains, pressing their foreheads together and rolling his hips.
“Harrington? Really? When you’re about to fuck me?”
“Do you prefer if I call you sweetheart?” Eddie asks, and bites Steve’s pulse. Steve moans, baring his neck. “Or baby?” Another bite, a little bit lower. “Mi amor?”
“Ah, fuck, Eddie,” Steve arches his back, needing more. Needing everything Eddie would want to give him.
“Stevie, Stevie, darling, we’re wearing too many clothes, can we like, get rid of all our clothes right now?”
“Yes, yes, fuck!”
They undress quickly, caressing and nipping at every new inch of skin they can reach, until they’re finally bare. It’s kind of a shame that Steve can’t really enjoy the sight of Eddie with no shirt and unzipped jeans, but he’s hopeful, maybe he can ask Eddie later, when they’re at home. But they’re naked at last, and Eddie is, in fact, enjoying Steve’s body.
“Fuck, Stevie, why are you so hot?” Eddie says, and buries his face in Steve’s chest, pushing at his pecs and sniffing deeply. “Man, I wanna live here now, in your muscled tits, look at all that haaair.”
Steve laughs, his hands on Eddie’s hair again. “You’re so silly.”
“I just,” Eddie snorts. “You know, I’ve never been a boobs guy until I saw yours. I’m so happy this is happening.”
Eddie braces on his arms again so they can kiss again, and again, while their hands explore freely down their bodies. Steve palms Eddie’s scars tenderly, worshiping them, incredibly grateful that Eddie left the Upside down with just these scars. The proof that he’s alive.
Steve feels his heart clenching at that thought, and while that well known lump forms again in his throat, he realizes that he doesn’t have a silly crush on Eddie Munson. No, not at all. Steve is in love with him.
“I’m happy too, Eds, please,” Steve pleads, voice trembling and wet.
“Stevie,” Eddie whispers, settling between Steve’s legs, stroking his thighs soothingly, fingers tracing the shape of his cock, following his vein until he reaches the gland, pressing the underside with his thumb. It’s dry and gentle and Steve can’t hold back the whine that escapes his mouth. “Fuck, baby, so responsive, are you always like this?”
Steve shakes his head sharply, trying to find the words.
“N-no,” and fuck, he’s not lying. He feels like he has cheated on every girl he has made out with, every girl he took to bed, because it never felt this good, it never felt like this raw need. This is all Eddie. “Not like this.”
“Fuck.”
Steve wants to do so much more, he wants to worship Eddie, but the metalhead is determined to ruin him for everyone else, it seems.
“Have you ever been with another dude?”
“You’re the first,” Steve says, honesty making him blush, feeling like a virgin. To some extent, he is a virgin, he’s about to do something he never allowed himself to think about until - Eddie.
“Steve,” Eddie sighs. “Steve, look at me, please.”
Steve obeys, vulnerable and helpless. Eddie’s big eyes are searching in his face for some ineffable answer, Steve hopes he finds it.
“Baby, do you want it to be like this? With me?” Eddie’s own vulnerability actually helps, it makes Steve braver, for them both. Steve drags Eddie down for a deep kiss before answering him.
“I want you, right here, right now,” Steve reassures him. “And I’ll probably want you again when we get home, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.”
“Stevie-”
“If you’ll have me, Eds, I want you everyday.”
Eddie groans at his words, his face red and his whole body trembling atop Steve while they kiss.
“Every fucking day, baby, ever fucking day.”
Eddie kisses one last time before spitting in his fingers, and Steve holds his breath when he sees Eddie’s hand disappearing between his legs, his own cock leaking like a fountain, aching.
The first drag of Eddie’s index finger against his rim is slick and soft, it surprises him even if he was expecting it. Eddie prods at it, slicking it, until the tip catches on it and he pushes forward, making Steve grunt.
“Relax, baby,” Eddie says, caressing Steve’s soft, inner thigh with his free hand. “If I knew, I'd have brought lube.”
“It’s ok, just keep going, Eddie, please,” Steve begs, looking at Eddie, taking in his lean body, the ink that decorates it, his long cock hanging proud between his legs, hard and fat and leaking for him as he promised earlier.
Eddie takes its time, and a lot of saliva, opening Steve, fucking him with his fingers as if his life depends on it. Steve braces himself wherever he can, panting wantonly and wondering why he never put his fingers up his hole. It feels fucking incredible, with Eddie’s chunky rings prodding at his entrance. His arms flexing, his abs shivering. Fucking hot, Steve thinks, half hystericall. So hot and he’s going to fuck me.
“Stevie, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, kissing Steve’s knee. “Baby, do you have condoms?”
Steve fumbles blindly, he knows he has condoms in his car, he just doesn’t remember where, and hopes they’re ok. After a few seconds, Steve finally grabs the box, opens it and gives one to Eddie, who is grinning wolfishly at him.
He watches as Eddie rolls the condom down his cock, stroking himself a few times to full hardness. It’s a pretty cock, longer than he expected and thick, uncut, and he can’t wait to have it inside of him.
“You ready, love?” Eddie asks him, his voice deep and rough with arousal. Steve can only nod. “Tell me if it doesn’t feel good, ok?”
“Have you done this?” Steve asks, a pang of jealousy hitting him out of the blue.
“Not too much, if I’m honest with you,” Eddie laughs awkwardly. “It’s been almost a year since the last time. “Is that- You ok with that? I’m not like, experienced or-”
“Shut up and fuck me, fucknut,” Steve begs roughly, lifting his hips, and Eddie laughs,
“Bossy, bossy, sweetheart.”
Steve wants to retort, but then Eddie’s cockhead is pushing against his rim and breaching him and it’s-
It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s everything Steve can think about now because Eddie’s cock is opening him deliciously, the stretch burns a little but Eddie is going so tenderly slow that Steve wants to scream.
“Fu-uck, Steve, you’re so tight,” Eddie moans, arms trembling at either side of Steve’s head. “I bet you’ve never played with your little hole before, huh?”
Eddie’s words go directly to Steve’s cock, dripping precum and forming a puddle on his belly. He shakes his head, whimpering.
“Holy fuck, Stevie, baby, you’re so hot and wet, you’re swallowing me, so fucking good, does it feel good for you too?”
“So good, Eddie, please, please.”
Eddie bottoms out and stays still for a moment, kisses Steve sloppily and lets him adjust to this new, intrusive sensation.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
“I’m so full, Eddie,” Steve manages to moan, arms wrapping around Eddie’s neck. “So fucking full, like, I can feel you in my throat full.”
Eddie laughs at that, his cock twitches inside Steve, and they both pant at it. Eddie’s hips roll backwards just as slowly, and the slick slide of his cock is enough to drive Steve insane, until he pushes forward again in a long. fluid and quicker thrust, and Steve wails.
“More, more, Eddie, more!” He demands, already addicted to this.
“Fuck, yes, Stevie my love,” Eddie mumbles, thrusting in a little bit harder, a little deeper, while Steve scratches his back desperately.
Eddie fucks him a little sloppily, but he does roll his hips artfully and aims for something, changing the angle from time to time. It’s good, it’s so good and Steve feels so good, he feels floaty and safe. He loves the slide in and out, the drag of Eddie’s cock, how it presses against his inner walls.
And then Eddie changes the angle again, pushing Steve’s legs further against his chest, and bucks his hips in. His cock presses inside Steve against some fucking magnificent spot that makes him scream his pleasure, fingers curling around Eddie’s curls and tugging at them, trying to groudn himself and failing but never wanting Eddie to stop.
“Fuck, Eddie, fuck me there, there, holy fucking- don’t stop, Eds, right there!” He yells nonsensically, and Eddie grins at him.
“There?” He asks, aiming for the same spot as before, and Steve can feel tears stinging his eyes, maybe rolling down his cheeks, he doesn’t know.
“Eddie, Eds, more, more, mo- ah, shit!”
The metalhead has a great aiming, once he has found that little spot, because now he’s hitting on it with every single thrust, and he obeys and fucks Steve as he requested, abusing of Steve’s sweet spot and making him wail every time.
“Stevie, Steve baby, I’m not- Fuck, I’m not gonna last, you’re so fucking loud and you feel so good, fuck me, Steve, you’re perfect, I want to come like this, please, let me come, Steve, please baby, tell me you’re close because I need to come insdie you-”
Eddie’s desperate pleas and thrusts push Steve towards the edge. He tries to sneak a hand between their bodies to touch himself, but Eddie buries himself deep inside him and grinds, stroking Steve’s sweet spot and that’s it.
His whole body shivers and trembles when his orgasm hits him, so different from the one he’s used to, so much more intense and earth-shattering. He thinks he wails, but he can’t be sure because he blacks out for a second. He comes back to a cursing Eddie, thrusting inside him unevenly and wildy, babbling non-sense and praise to Steve.
“Oh my fucking- God, Steve, you just came untouched, holy fuck, Stevie, that’s so hot, I can’t believe how hot you are. Holy shit, you’re so tight, I can feel you clenching all around me, fuck fuck fuck, Steve, I want to fuck you again and again, oh my- Oh fuck, yes, I’m gonna-”
Steve moans when Eddie thrusts in one last time and starts grinding, flushing their hips together and groaning, eyes shutted down and face contorted in pleasure, lips bitten red and skin shining with sweat.
He lets himself plop over Steve’s body, smearing the already cooling come between them. Not like Steve cares at all, he simply hugs Eddie and caresses his back soothingly until Eddie comes back down from his orgasm.
“Holy- Jesus Christ, Steve, so hot,” Eddie says with a weak thread of voice. “Steve, baby, please tell me it was good for you too, because I’m a fucking changed man, dude, I saw the light I swear.”
“Dude,” Steve snorts, and that makes Eddie’s softening cock twitch inside him still.
Eddie kisses him lazily, messily, and it’s perfect, they both are smiling, feeling sated and sticky and Steve needs a shower, but he’s happy. Oh, so fucking happy.
“Stevie.”
“Hm?”
“It was good for you too?” Again that need or reassurance. Steve holds Eddie tight against him.
“Eddie, it was fucking amazing, I didn’t know I could come just like, without touching my fucking cock,” Steve reassures him, Eddie lets out a satisfied hum. “I can’t wait for you to do this to me again.”
Eddie looks at him, eyes hopeful and wonderfully alive.
“You still want me to stay at your place tonight?”
“Eds,” Steve kisses the tip of his nose. “I don’t want you to leave my side at all, baby.”
Eddie’s wide grin is everything, bathed by the dim bulb of the dashboard light, and Steve thinks that he has seen paradise tonight, just here in his beemer, under the rain.
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qutiesquish · 1 year
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HEYY!! I was just thinking about Eugene Otinger with a male reader who has the same obsession with bees as him and Eugene is just like “he’s the one”
“Lame”
Short Story᯽
Authors words: sorry for taking forever- I had jack shit ideas for this just like I know Jack shit abt bees- speaking of that- I may have bullshitted my way through this cause I don’t know anything abt bees;-;
Word Count: 712
Character(s): Eugene Otinger
Pronouns: He/Him
Warning(s): Y/n has pathokinesis but that’s not directly(if at all) stated in this, I gave Y/n the last name Stygian, Ajax X Enid, not proof read, Enid is referred to as Wereblond instead of Werewolf like once,
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“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Lame.”
“Choir? Really? How…. Lame.”
Y/n groaned for what felt like the hundredth time, rolling his head back as he did so.
“I don’t get why I have to join a club. They’re all so—“
“Lame?” Ajax, Y/n’s childhood friend, mocked as he laughed at his friend's antics. “What’d you do your whole first year in that normie school then?”
Y/n looked at his childhood friend with a half hearted, annoyed glare. “None of them wanted a freak to join their club. You’d know that if you listened to me instead of gushing about your werewolf girlfriend.” The [taller]/[shorter] male said, rolling his eyes.
Ajax only rolled his eyes back to his friend before nudging him. “Hey, we still have one more club to check out.”
“Fuck my life…”
And that’s how they ended up in front of what seems to be an old tool shed. However what caught Y/n’s attention was the bees buzzing around the building, as well as the boy wearing bee protection gear.
“Well this is it.” Ajax gestured to the building before turning to Y/n. “But knowing you, you’ll probably find it lame too—“
Ajax is cut off by Y/n. “Hey, don’t you have a date with wereblond?”
“Oh my god! I totally forgot me and Enid had library duty today!” The Gorgon shouted. “I’ll see you later dude!”
Rolling his eyes as Ajax ran back to the school, he turned to the boy who was coming up to him.
“Hey! Are you here to join the bee-keeping club?” Y/n nodded. “Really?! Okay!- I’m Eugene Otinger, just call me Eugene, did you know you’re the second person that wants to join this club? Oh! And- what do you know about bees?”
“Y/n Stygian, dark, I know.” He joked. “Now uh- yes I am. Yes really. Okay Eugene. No, I didn't know that. And I know quite a lot, bees are pretty… cool.” Y/n answered all of Eugene’s questions.
“Woah! Did you just say bees were cool? I was told you thought everything was lame?”
“I do. Bees just so happen to be my favorite living creature, Ajax is a close second.” Eugene chuckled nervously at the male.
“W-well then… What do you know about bees?”
Eugene watched as Y/n’s eyes seemingly lit up. “Well for starters bees are—“ The [taller]/[shorter] male started to ramble on and on about everything and anything he could that had to do with bees as Eugene occasionally jumped in with excitement.
The two found themselves smiling and enjoying each other's presence as they continued to talk about bees for the next two hours. To anyone else they would’ve seemed like weirdos, passionate weirdos, but weirdos nonetheless.
And they were.
However, that didn’t stop them as they continued to talk, even as Eugene got out of his bee protective gear and walked back to school together, still talking about bees. Both of them waving their hands around and smiling as they walked through Nevermore hallways.
Y/n invited Eugene into his dorm, finding he has no roommate, and looked in awe as there were bee plushies and pillows on the bed, along with other bee related things. Eugene found that the stuff that took up most of the dorm was anime stuff, bees, or metal bands. Which was pretty cool in his opinion.
The two continued to talk in Y/n’s dorm for awhile, still about bees, and sometimes other stuff. However after Eugene finally left to go to his own dorm, he found himself thinking.
Y/n and him shared an interest in bees, and both only had like two actual friends. Not only that but they could both just communicate so well with each other, both finding out that the other also found it hard to talk to most people. It was just… perfect.
Y/n on the other hand was thinking similarly. To him, Eugene was like Ajax, “totally not lame” in his own words. Unlike Ajax, Eugene shared his interest in bees, which most people are creeped out by. It was also just so easy to talk to the other boy.
‘Could he be the one?’ They both wondered that night.
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schrijverr · 7 months
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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 8
Chapter 8 out of 28
Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.
In this chapter, Steve gets used to working at Scoops Ahoy and time passes by until Dustin returns back to town, pulling Steve back into the bullshit that hides in Hawkins. When he and Robin get taken by Russians, their tentative friendship turns into a bond that will never be broken.
On AO3.
Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham
Warnings: period typical homophobia, torture, f-slur, child abuse mention, internalized homophobia mention
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Chapter 8: The Mall
June is steadily passing. Steve is still working with Robin, whom he’s cautiously friends with now. She still sometimes looks at him like she expects him to punch her or like he’s going to explode, but that’s rarely.
Chrissy comes by often too and Robin is starting to be normal around her too. Less anxious rambling and more laughing about stupid shit.
Things with Chrissy have been a bit odd. They’re still friends and she hangs around Scoops Ahoy more often than not, but Steve has to deflect to stop her from finding out he’s still staying at the Byers house.
Still, he maintains that their camping sleep over they had at the lakes was great. They even got to stunt without a back spotter, because they were doing it in the water.
However, Chrissy has been send off to bible camp for a few weeks, which has given Steve a reprieve from keeping up the lie. Hopefully when she gets back Steve will have his own place and he can play it off. If Steve had known then what would happen between now and her getting back, he might not have thought that, but still.
Will has also warmed back up to him, which he is more grateful for than he wants to admit. There is less connection between them than there had been in his kitchen that morning when he came by with Dustin, but still. He’s no longer overtly hurt by Steve not admitting he’s gay.
The kids are annoying him quite regularly at work ever since Will figured out over dinner that Steve can sneak them into the movies with his job. Steve doesn’t mind, though he pretends he does, those little shits make him happier than he’ll ever tell them.
All this to say that he’s been settling in okay at Scoops Ahoy. It’s become a familiar place where he found his groove and though his flirting has gotten him nowhere, something Robin delights in for some reason, he isn’t getting confused looks anymore.
Besides, he doesn’t care that much that the girls don’t take him up on his offer for a date. He can’t really spare the money for it and despite fooling himself that he liked girls for many years, now that he’s aware, he can’t really see the appeal that much. They just don’t do it for him.
Still, he has pick up lines that he can pull out and he knows his hair is well liked, though the latter is covered by his stupid uniform.
He’s getting off topic, the point is that he’s gotten comfortable at Scoops Ahoy, which means he doesn’t expect Eddie Munson to walk into the place, looking like a walking wet dream. The man is still jeans, but he has dropped the leather jacket in favor of just wearing his battle jacket and a cutoff band shirt, which show off his arms in ways that should be illegal. Like, since when does Eddie have tattoos?
Steve shakes himself out of it, trying to be casual, as Eddie rolls up to the register with a: “Stevie, hey, man.”
“Ahoy, are you ready to set sail on an ocean of flavors with me? I’ll be your captain,” Steve finds himself greeting back. His cheeks light up at his own words and he ignores how this is a line he used on some of the girls, because it was honestly instinct and not something he wants to say to Eddie.
Fuck, he wants Eddie to think he’s cool, or at least not a massive looser that got kicked out. So, he aims to make it goofy halfway through. To play it off as a joke, because part of him knows the greeting might make Eddie laugh.
He’s right in that regard and is rewarded by one of Eddie’s deep laughs that make his insides curl up in the best way. “Wow, that is truly something,” Eddie grins. “I can’t believe you’re an ice cream slinging sailor.”
“Shut up, dude,” Steve huffs, the annoyance not landing as anything he means.
“Not judging, not judging,” Eddie assures him. “It’s not like I have the best ways of obtaining some money.”
Steve shrugs in a way that says ‘that’s fair’ because drug dealer indeed isn’t the best occupation to have. He moves on. “So, I’m guessing you came here for ice cream and not to laugh at me? What flavor do you want?”
“Uuuhm,” Eddie replies, tapping his plush lips with one of his long fingers in a way that has Steve fighting not to stare. Then he gets hit by Eddie’s big eyes, now a tad apologetic. “I’m gonna be honest, don’t know, man. I just want to cool down. The heat is killer.”
“We offer samples,” Steve tells him, because he wants Eddie to have a nice treat. It’s clear he doesn’t go out often and Steve want his experience with Steve to be nice. He’s aware that’s slightly pathetic, but he doesn’t care.
Eddie lights up at the offer, which makes it worth it, and asks: “Really? That’s cool, dude. What do you recommend?”
“I don’t know, what do you like?” Steve shoots back.
“Chocolate?” Eddie offers.
“We have peanut butter chocolate swirl,” Steve says, remembering the flavor because it just came in and Robin forced him to carry the heavy tub.
“That’s sounds nice,” Eddie says, eyes lighting up at the name.
A sense of pride and satisfaction rises up at the reaction that Steve attempts to push down as he scoops up a sample for Eddie. He hands it to him with a: “Here you go.”
“Why thank you,” Eddie replies, taking it with a courtesy, which makes Steve roll his eyes, though any snarky response to it dies in his throat as Eddie licks off the ice cream. Steve’s eyes tracking his tongue and his insides lighting up at the small moan Eddie lets out. “This is fucking good.”
“Glad you like it,” Steve squeaks. “Want a whole scoop?”
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie grins. “In a cup, please.”
“So polite,” Steve manages to joke, re-finding his post-puberty voice. He busies himself with scooping Eddie some ice cream, missing how Eddie’s eyes are glued to his arms, as he asks: “So, what brought you to the mall?”
“I have refused here to come on principle. Malls are a capitalistic hellscape that are here to create a monopoly and run local people out of business,” Eddie informs him, like that is a casual thing to say and, for Eddie, it kind of is. “However, even I can’t resist the siren song of a record shop that carries more metal. So alas, I have crumbled under the pressure of The Man. But don’t think I’ll be back here again!” he exclaims at the end.
The statement makes Steve sadder than he wants to be. He reminds himself that keeping his distance for Eddie is smarter, that it is good that Eddie isn’t going to come by every day and lick ice cream obscenely in front of Steve’s face. But that doesn’t squash the disappointment in his chest completely.
“Well, the enjoy ice cream on the house for your hardship,” he says, offering Eddie his cup with a charming smile. Eddie blushes a bit, Steve is almost sure, but he pushes the observation down as far as it will go.
Eddie ignores it too, taking the cup with a dramatic gesture as he proclaims: “My many thanks, kind shop keeper! Your generosity shall not be forgotten.”
“Yeah, yeah, stop making a scene,” Steve laughs. “Just take your ice cream and enjoy it.” Preferably somewhere I can’t see you lick it or I’ll combust, he adds mentally.
“I will. Thank you, Stevie,” Eddie says as he takes a bite from his ice cream using the sample spoon still in his hands. He hums happily, before waving at Steve and skipping out of the store, leaving Steve to stare at the place he occupied earlier.
“Your turn to take a break,” Robin snaps him out of his staring as she comes out of the backroom and Steve is grateful that he has a chance to gather himself, before getting back to work.
A few days later and he is coming out of that same backroom with excitement. Dustin is back in town and he has missed the squirt. He’s missed him so much. Dustin, who hasn’t heard what’s going on, who will never see the bruise that has already faded, who comes with grant tales of his adventures and who still treats Steve like the cooler older brother.
If Steve is honest, he doesn’t believe much of the Russian message story, but it’s a distraction.
Dustin’s excitement is infectious, despite all that has happened to the kid, he hasn’t let that dull his excitement about adventure. Steve doesn’t share much of the sentiment, but goes along with it. This way he can also keep Dustin safe, should it go wrong.
Helping Dustin with his project also means he isn’t out there serving ice cream. It says a lot about how far he and Robin have come from those first awkward days that she lets him bail on her like that to spend time with Dustin.
It also gives him a break from flirting with girls he doesn’t like, which is nice. He’s lost motivation for it pretty quickly, especially after finding out about the changed lock. He still feels the need to do it to protect himself, unable to stop himself from noticing how the targeting has gone down ever since he started flirting with girls again. But he doesn’t want to find a wife just to get back in his father’s good graces again. He’s happy to never see him, if he’s honest.
So, he’s happy to hide in the backroom and even happier to wipe away the fail board Robin made for him. He wants to tell her that he’s failing on purpose, but he can’t so it stands there as a reminder.
The two of them are not really getting anywhere with the translation. Steve honestly isn’t sure why Dustin even asked him, both know he’s not the smartest. But then again, he told Steve something about the others ditching him and Will also mentioned something about everyone getting more distant, busy with their girlfriends. Ahh, shitty old puberty.
Not that Dustin isn’t terrible with how he keeps bringing up Suzie, how amazing she is, how Steve should also find his Suzie. But he manages to ignore that for now.
Steve is sure that when the shine wears off, they’ll all return to how they were before. With what they have shared, it’s impossible not to. So, he just basks in getting to spend time with Dustin and tries not to worry about the kids too much.
However, Robin’s good graces run out at some point and she demands Steve do his job again and let her have a crack at the code. They obviously haven’t been hiding it as well as they thought they were, yet Steve feels the need to deny it and not let her get involved.
They’re not dealing with the Upside Down, just a Russian transmission. It’s not like they’re going to run into trouble in Hawkins over this, but still… Robin is nice. Well, she can be a bitch, but in the best way and Steve doesn’t want to see her get hurt over another one of Dustin’s projects.
But Robin is also stubborn and by the looks of her, he isn’t going to get her to back off. She’s also crazy smart on top of that, so if they actually want to succeed, they need her help.
So, he folds, like he so often does and goes to scoop ice cream again as Robin helps Dustin translate his coded Russian message.
As he scoops, he can’t help but perk up at every head of curly brown hair that walks in. He knows what Eddie told him about not coming back and he also knows he promised himself to keep his distance from Eddie, but still… He can’t help but look. Hope that Eddie will come back and he’ll get to hear more of that banter and watch him eat another scoop of ice cream.
Instead, however, he is stuck with the masses, who are indulging themselves on their outing to the mall or just because the weather is so hot. The most thrilling thing that happens is Robin popping in with the first sentence, which isn’t thrilling at all.
It’s only that evening that things take a turn for the weird. Well, weirder, this is Hawkins after all, it is never truly normal here.
But, things always manage to get weirder and while Steve hasn’t been much help in translating, the music that played still bugs him. And it is not until they’re walking through the mall after closing the shop that he realizes why.
He is naturally teased by both Dustin and Robin as he suddenly stops at the horse and asks for a quarter, however he shuts them up when the music starts playing and they all recognize it. The same music as from the intercepted message.
The Russians aren’t in Russia at all, they’re in Hawkins.
Mentally Steve rearranges what this means. Russians in Hawkins. They probably don’t have an army here, people would notice that, so it’s a small spying operation at best. They can take a small spying operation, right? Can’t be much worse than the demodogs or demogorgon.
For a second, Steve wonders why he ever let himself caught up in this all. He knows he’s going to go along with it again, he can’t bear to let Dustin do this alone, or with Robin, who seems equally excited about the prospect. Though he can forgive Robin, because she hasn’t been nearly gnawed to death a few months prior. Dustin has no excuse though.
They all agree to go on a spy mission tomorrow, assigning tasks to everyone and agreeing on times to meet up. Then Steve drops Dustin off at home, waving at Mrs. Henderson, who has always been nice to him, albeit a little confused, before driving to the Byers House.
When he gets there, it’s already late. And he feels bad about not calling when he sees how relieved Joyce looks that he’s alright. He isn’t used to anyone wondering where he is.
“I saved you some dinner,” Joyce tells him, not mentioning that she worried and Steve doesn’t either.
“Thanks,” he says, then, because he feels the need to apologize, he add: “Sorry, for missing it and not saying.”
“It’s okay,” Joyce immediately assures him. “But it should be criminal they keep you this late.”
“Oh, no, I stayed late, because-” Steve hesitates, not sure if he wants to involve Joyce in this nonsense again. He knows it’s different, it’s not the Upside Down and her boys aren’t involved, with all she’s been through, she probably doesn’t feel the need to go investigating again. Best to leave her be. “Because I was still chatting with Robin,” he decides on.
“You went on a date!” Will suddenly speaks up from his place at the table, managing to sound surprised and betrayed.
“What, I-” Steve reacts, before he can think about it, stopping himself in his tracks. He doesn’t want to confirm anything. He definitely doesn’t want to put Robin in a spot where she has to lie for him or himself in a spot where he has to explain why. But it’s also a good way to continue building his safety net.
So, he stays quiet and blushes when Joyce smiles teasingly and chides Will: “Leave the man be, Will. He can go out if he likes. No need for the yelling.”
Will obviously disagrees with that statement and turns back to his notes, probably a campaign, with a huff.
Great.
Fucked that up again.
Morosely Steve eats his cold dinner as he looks at Will scribbling away. He wants to ask about what he’s doing, but he’s not in the mood for the inevitable attitude. So, he finishes his dinner and gets ready for bed, he has a weird day tomorrow.
The next day, he finds himself hiding behind the potted plants in his stupid uniform with some binoculars and Dustin by his side. He takes back all he’s thought about wanting Eddie to come back, he would probably die with humiliation if Eddie saw him like this.
Still, Dustin seems to be enjoying himself, which is good. However, Steve doesn’t want him to get too caught up in the whole thing when it might end up in disappointment. So he pretends to be annoyed a guy is talking to some girl, which sets Dustin off on a tangent.
He starts regretting it when Dustin starts up about Robin again. It’s a little on him. He should have known that for a straight guy a coworker would have been an obvious person to try and date, but he never even thought about it.
“No, man, she’s not my type,” he says to try and curb the conversation, trying to balance shelving the topic and not saying anything incriminating. “She’s not even in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?”
His plea for Dustin to drop it is not heard as he moves on to constructs of popularity and high school ecosystems.
It reminds Steve of the fact that Dustin has no clue how far he fell and what he faced at school when he became a cheerleader. And that Dustin has no clue how high school works if he thinks Steve didn’t face massive amounts of shit for that. Fuck, he hopes Dustin finds a place next year.
Before he can spiral or Dustin’s rant can get further out of hand, they’re distracted by a possible Russian spy, who turns out to be a jazz aerobics instructor. A very hot jazz aerobics instructor, though Steve is denying that to anyone who asks.
When they get back, Robin has cracked the code. Steve watches her mouth move as fast as her brain as she stands there, explaining her findings.
Starcourt mall is a drop off point for the spy operation they have going on here. They’re going to drop shit off here and then a Russian spy will come in and get it. It takes Steve only one glimpse at Dustin for him to realize that the kid is planning to get to that drop off first.
By now, they’re all too far in for them to stop looking now, besides Steve hasn’t seen any Russians all day. Whatever spy is in Hawkins, it can’t be a dangerous one, or a very big group.
From there it snowballs and it snowballs fast.
They get maps, they plan, they bribe Erica Sinclair to help and get the equipment. Before Steve knows it, he is in the bowels of the earth surrounded by way more Russians than should be there with the possibility of the Upside Down being back.
Panic is beating in his chest as he tries to lead Dustin, Erica and Robin to safety. In his mind all he can think of is how stupid he’s been to go along with Dustin, to underestimate the threat, to let Robin get involved, fuck, to get Erica involved. She’s only ten. Fuck.
He is also starting to realize that they’re not making it out. Not this time. He has to do something if he doesn’t want anyone to die on his watch.
They’re coming up at a door. It’s a room. A dead end. Steve makes the split second decision to throw himself against it, yelling to the others to hide and get out. Behind him, Dustin and Erica go look for an exit, while Robin throws herself against the door as well.
The action surprises Steve, he’s sure she would have run out of here as fast as she can, but instead she helps him. Despite the fact that Robin is less strong than him, her presence helps and Steve is grateful for her and the fact that he’s been spending half a year lifting girls up in the air, which helped with his muscle mass.
Russians are now fully banging against the door. Steve mentally goes through everyone, the number one priority are Dustin and Erica, they’re both children and Dustin knows what adult to go to about this to get help.
So, he and Robin hold the door, watch them go, listen to Dustin promise he won’t forget him. And the only thing Steve can feel is despair, because he knows he isn’t going to make it out.
Once the kids are far enough away that he doesn’t think they’ll get caught, he turns to Robin and says: “You get out now.” He gives her a grin neither of them believe in as the door continues to rattle. “I’ll hold them off.”
Steve expects her to back off, to leave, to maybe look back with an anguished look, or repeat what Dustin told him earlier. He expects her to run.
What he never would have seen coming is for her to shake her head, to try to smile even if she looks as scared as he feels, to square her shoulders and say: “I’m not leaving you, dingus. You can’t keep this door closed without me.”
And Steve laughs a little, because otherwise he’ll cry.
Both of them know, they’re not keeping door closed together either, but it doesn’t matter. They are going to try and then they’re going to fail and then they’re going to die, but they aren’t going to die alone.
Steve never realized how badly he wants someone to be there when the Upside Down nonsense finally takes them out. How badly he wants to be witnessed, even if it is only for his final moment. How glad he is to not be alone right now.
He grabs her hand, like they had on the rooftop and squeezes, giving her a small smile he hopes is reassuring. She squeezes back, managing a watery smile of her own, before silent tears start to slide down her face.
The door swings open, flinging them backwards. Men stream into the tiny room and Steve gets roughly dragged away. He feels Robin’s fingers slip from his own and lets out a loud yell as he struggles, but it isn’t enough.
They get separated.
He’s alone.
Well, not really alone. A man in an intimidating uniform with an equally intimidating entourage is in the room with him and he can only hope Robin doesn’t have the same company he does, especially when they start to lay into him.
The man asks him questions about why he’s here and who he works for. Steve assumes the man is expecting him to confess to being a spy, to infiltrating their base on purpose, ready to face what is happening right now.
But Steve isn’t ready to face this right now. He is scared, alone and cold. His head is racing and all he can manage is the truth.
It quickly becomes clear that the truth isn’t good enough.
They lay into him, heavy hands meeting his head and his ribs. It hurts more than Billy last fall, more than his father laying into him, more than anything Steve has experienced before. Whoever this Russian is, he is a professional and he is good at his job.
Steve is crying, unable to keep a facade of unbothered masculinity. He doesn’t want to pretend right now, he just wants to disappear. It hurts so so bad, his head is swimming and they just keep yelling at him.
In front of his eyes, flashes Eddie when he came into Scoops Ahoy. How he looked in that outfit, his arms that bulged as he moved, his tongue over the sample spoon and the little moan he let out when he tasted the ice cream.
Now Steve wishes that he hadn’t turned his line into a joke. That he’d flirted for real, maybe even made Eddie blush instead of laugh. How he could maybe have scored a date with the guy he’s been crushing on for a while now.
Fuck, he doesn’t want to die scared.
He doesn’t want to die without having kissed a boy.
He doesn’t want to die pretending to be someone he’s not.
He doesn’t want to die in another mask.
At this point Steve is screwing his eyes closed, as if he’s five, playing hide and seek with his mother, who isn’t even searching for him. How he hid behind a plant that couldn't conceal him, but because he closed his own eyes and couldn't see his mother, he was convinced she couldn't see him either. In a way that had been true.
He just hopes they haven’t hurt Robin too. He likes Robin. She’s become a friend in their time working together and he is the reason she’s down here, stuck in a base, likely dying unless Dustin gets back with backup in time.
His ears are already ringing, the hurt a part of his being, so he snaps into focus when after a particularly bad hit, the ringing suddenly stops. Surprised he looks up, then the world spins and he blacks out.
When he comes to, there is still a feint ringing and his skull is pounding, but there are no more screaming men and at his back is a warm presence, an oddly soothing smell of artificial strawberry fills his nose. His peace, however, is broken by Robin, who yells: “Help! Help!”
“Ugh, would you stop yelling,” he murmurs.
Immediately Robin moves behind him and there is relief in her voice that he doesn’t have the brain capacity to tie to his own awaking. She exclaims: “Steve! Oh my god! Steve, are- are you okay?”
With more consciousness also comes the awareness of his own body. Steve takes stock of how he’s feeling, which is pretty terrible, but he doesn’t want to worry Robin more. They’re tied back to back, so it’s not like she can check. He jokes: “My ears are ringing, and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good.”
“Well, the good news is that they're calling you a doctor,” Robin laughs, sounding on the border of panic and hysteria. Maybe not the best joke.
“Is this his place of work?” Steve asks, trying again to keep her mind of it by turning up the bitchiness. “I love the vibe. Charming.”
This time her chuckle is more normal and her rib cage is no longer going haywire against his own, which had hurt. She seems more level headed and ready to think. In fact, she even thinks of a way they could maybe escape.
Their situation feels pretty hopeless, but Steve is willing to try anything. It’s not like it can get any worse.
So, the two of them hop on their chairs together. The first hop goes good, the second one also works. A bubble of hope starts to build in Steve’s chest that is immediately crushed as they crash to the ground together, more pain shooting through him.
It takes a second before he reorients himself again. Then he becomes aware of the choked noises from behind and how Robin’s shoulders are shaking. His heart hurts for her, how she’s stuck here with him and he tries to soothe her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Robin.”
Then he hears her giggle. Giggle. She’s not crying at all. Confusion and worry for her sanity go through him as he asks: “Are you laughing?” in an incredulous voice.
“Yeah,” Robin gasps.
“Jesus,” Steve sighs.
“I’m sorry!” Robin exclaims. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve “The Hair” Harrington. It’s just too trippy, man.”
Steve ignores the call to his earlier persona. His straight persona he realizes now, his shield against eyes that could know something about him. Instead he focuses on Robin thinking she’s going to die down here. He agrees of course, but he’s going to do everything in his power to get her out of here alive, even if that means dying himself.
“We’re not going to die,” he tells her. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? Just- You gotta let me just think for a second.”
He has never been the guy that made the plan and the whole situation looks hopeless. Still, he wracks his pounding brain for anything they can do.
A few seconds later and Robin is breaking their thinking silence again, asking: “Do you remember, uhm, Mrs. Click’s sophomore history class?”
“What?” Steve asks in turn, not sure if she genuinely asked that or if he’s starting to hallucinate her asking about school right now.
“Mrs. Clickity-Clackity. That’s what us band dweebs called her,” Robin goes on as if he never said anything at all. “It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel.”
Steve remembers none of this and he listens to Robin talk about him, her voice becoming more bitter as she goes on: “I sat behind you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself.”
At her words Steve hearts starts to plummet and it breaks when she asks: “Do you even remember me from that class?”
She is quiet for a second, waiting for an answer, but Steve can’t bring his mouth to shape any words, doesn’t have any that would communicate how he feels. He can’t tell her how much he hates the guy he used to be, can’t excuse what he did, can’t make it right.
So he sits there, silent, as Robin sighs: “Of course you don’t. You were a real asshole, you know that?”
And all Steve can do is say: “Yeah, I know,” because he does.
After a second, Robin goes on, apparently not done yet. “But it didn’t even matter. It didn’t matter that you were an ass. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular, accepted, normal.”
Steve thinks back on all the nights he spend alone, wishing he was different, wishing he was normal, wishing his parents would love him, wishing he could be what his father wants him to be, and he gets it. Gets her.
He wants to reach out to her, tell her he understands, connect with her. He wants to tell her about Eddie and what he realized as he was getting his face beat in. But he can’t tell her that yet, they still have to try and make it out of here and he can’t have her be disgusted by him. Or heartbroken and unwilling to listen.
Yeah, Steve isn’t that stupid. Robin used to be obsessed with him, he knows what that means, and it hurts, because she might be one of his best friends now and he doesn’t want to loose her just because she has a crush on him.
Maybe he’ll tell her when they get out of here.
For now, he just says: “If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great. Seriously. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it’s all just… bullshit. Besides, they turn on you just as easily.”
“Like when you did cheerleading?” Robin asks him softly. It’s the first time she mentioned it ever since she first asked.
“Yeah,” he replies equally soft, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“I thought it was cool you did that,” she tells him. “It really sucked what they did to you, but you never seemed bother my it. Mister Unflappable, you were. For a second, I thought-” Robin cuts herself off. “Doesn’t matter. It was just really messed up.”
“It kind of was,” Steve agrees, then to lighten the mood, he says: “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this.”
Both of them laugh at that, Steve’s ribs hurting at the movement, but neither of them care, because they need to laugh at something at this point.
Once the laughter has died down again, Steve says: “You know, I wish I’d known you in Click’s class.”
“Yeah?” Robin replies, like she doesn’t believe it.
“Really, I do,” he assures her, because he needs her to know how glad he is he knows her. She can be a massive bitch and it wasn’t easy to get along with her at first, but she’s never been fake-nice like so many of the old people he hung around with, or cruel. She means what she says, it just comes out wrong sometimes. She is so weird and he loves her.
The mood is going down again and Steve hates that. The floor is already cold enough and any hope of getting away seems further and further away, they don’t need to be morose on top of that.
“Maybe you could’ve helped me pass the class,” he jokes. “Maybe instead of being here, I’d be on my way to college right now.”
“And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck,” Robin adds.
It sounds crazy to think about. To not be here with Robin. To not have fed Chrissy ice cream every day for weeks. To not have waived Eddie’s ice cream costs, because he had already been through enough having to face the mall for his music. To not have been there when Dustin intercepted the message.
God, he can’t imagine Dustin being here alone, or with one of the other idiots he calls friends. He can’t really picture it. Having to hear how they got hurt, how they might have died, while he wasn’t here to protect them.
But maybe if he had made it into college, his father wouldn’t have been so mad. Maybe Steve would still be living in his old house. Maybe his father wouldn't have cared about the cheerleading and instead would have been proud of Steve.
He tries to imagine that. Tries to picture how his father would have looked, but he can’t. Holy shit, he can’t even imagine how his father would look when proud.
A big part of Steve knows that it wouldn’t have mattered if he got into college. Richard Harrington would never be proud of his son, of Steve. Especially not when Steve joined the cheer squad. When he is thought to be a queer.
Nothing can be good enough to erase the fact that he’s a fag.
And Steve wonders why he can’t let it go like he told Chrissy to do. Why he still keeps looking back and wondering, even if he stopped trying to gain his father’s approval. Why it has to come back in this dark, cold Russian bunker.
His parents might not even hear he’s died here, even if he dies as a hero. They’re not even here and Steve doubts they’ll come back.
He is so tired of trying for them.
He wants to stop.
He knows what he is. He is a fag and he’s proud of it, screw them. He’s gotten too close to death too many times for him to want to die like this. He doesn’t want to work in an office with his father, wearing stuffy suits for the rest of his life.
No, Steve wants to bitch with Robin as they sling ice cream at Scoops Ahoy, wants make Chrissy fly, because she smiles so widely that it must hurt when he does, wants to listen to Dustin talk about Suzie or complain about his friends, unable to hide his fondness under the annoyance.
Fuck, he wants to talk to Will, tell him how queer he is, how scared he is, how it is the reason and that he’s sorry he lied. Wants to see if Joyce’s promise that it was okay still holds. Wants to know what it would be like to kiss a boy.
Wants to know what it would be like to kiss Eddie specifically.
However, instead of saying any of that, he says: “Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck. It was fun while it lasted.”
Because he can’t verbalize all the other things. Their fate seems hopeless now and all he wants is for Robin to know that he doesn’t care how fucked up it has all been, he still liked working with her and he wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.
And when Robin says: “It was,” Steve knows she understands and she means the same.
~~
A/N:
My lesbian ass might have underestimated my ability to write a gay man, but I stay strong and I try xp (also pls don’t be mad if I mess up, I’m sensitive)
Also not Steve thinking Joyce wouldn't want to know he’s getting caught up into something again, im weeping, this lady has no chill, Stevie, and she caresssss. Let Her Care! Let Her Solve The Mystery! Let Her Help!
By the way, can you imagine how terrifying those last moments at the door were? How scary it must have been to be taken? I am so emotional about them <3
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