#and watch them next Monday after I’m done with my finals

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

��Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

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Oh My God || Hazel Callahan

Listen- I believe in loser hazel and I find her to be perfect- I know this isn't my best fic but I've been in serious bottoms brain rot

dialog prompts:

"Hold my hand" "Absolutely not"

Characters: Hazel Callahan x Reader, the whole club

Word count: 2359

Hazel Callahan was your mortal enemy. Did she know? Probably not. It was honestly beside the point. Because what mattered was that bitch seemed to have it out for you since the start of high school. First, it was taking your topic for a history project. Whatever- no big deal. Then all the “accidents” spilling coffee on your backpack (she had given you money for a new one but still), tripping you in the walkways, and hitting you in the face with a volleyball (multiple times). After that, she got the better parking spot for senior year, and finally, the great big plump cherry on top, she took the lunch table you had practically reserved since freshman year. 

At the end of the day, the whole ordeal may be a bit over-dramatic… but that table was perfect. In the corner, you could either hide or have a great undisturbed lunch with your friends. Hazel had sat there one day with Josie and PJ. which was weird in itself because they never had eaten in the cafeteria before and you didn't even remember them being friends. 

For how much you didn't care about Hazel Callahan- she sure took a lot of your attention.  

If anyone else had done any of those things- you probably wouldn’t have thought anything about it. But this was Hazel Callahan who despite your best efforts you could not stop crushing on. 

The stolen table was a very recent development. As in on Monday and it was now Wednesday. You sat at the next best table with Sylvie and Krystal, watching as Hazel feverishly wrote something in her notebook as PJ seemed to make a grandiose speech. 

She had no right to look that attractive while sitting in your spot. You groaned and face-planted into your crossed arms on the table. 

“Are you good dude?” You rolled your head to the side to look at Sylvie and then let out another frustrated groan. 

“Everything is awful and I hate it here.” 

Krystal patted your back while Silive sighed, “You know what you need?”

“Hmm?” 

“To hit something.” 

You laughed from inside your arm fortress, “Okay Sylvie- what should I hit? A fucking tree? Jeff? A Huntington player?” 

“No, you should join the fight club! It’s for women empowerment- I’m trying to train up to deal with my stepdad ya know?” 

You lifted your head and gave your friend a questioning look. “Fight club? For women empowerment?” 

Sylvie and Krystal both nodded excitedly. 

“When and Where?” 

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Of fucking course. 

When you walk in behind Krystal and Sylvie to the gym, the first person you see is Hazel.

Your body immediately fills with rage. At this point, it’s starting to feel like you're more angry at yourself for crushing on someone you barely even know. But you believe in self-love so you plan to continue projecting your anger onto someone else. 

Everyone was milling about and chatting, you left your bag on the bleachers by everyone else’s and followed your friends to the middle of the gym. 

Stella-Rebecca caught your eye and waved, which you gladly returned before PJ stomped as hard as possible on the floor to get everyone's attention. 

“What time is it?!” She screamed and was answered by a chorus of “3:15”s 

“That’s right you sluts! It’s time to get down and dirty!” 

You couldn't help the look of mild disgust that passed across your features. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. After al, Sylvie made some seriously questionable choices- you thought you could trust Krystal though. 

“Alright cunts- who wants to start us of-” PJ started by being cut off by Hazel who whispered something to her and then directed PJ’s attention onto you with a point of her pen. “Well look what the cat dragged in.” PJ gave you an unimpressed look which made you roll your eyes. 

“I can leave if this is a closed cl-” You started to point behind you to the door but Josie stopped you by waving her hands

“No- no you're more than welcome. PJ just gets a little into it- you know flashbacks to juvie and all that.” Josie gives a reassuring (and awkward) smile.

You pursed your lips and nodded, “Cool.” out of the corner of your eye you could see Hazel giving Josie a thumbs up. 

“Well, Since you’re fresh blood let's see what you got,” PJ says while smiling at you. 

“Okay,” you shrug. “I really don’t know what I’m doing though so don’t expect much.” 

PJ just brushes you off, “Don’t worry. It’s mostly just instinct.”

You nod and step into the center of the circle of girls. Okay, maybe this was a stupid fucking idea. 

“Let's see…” PJ looks around the circle, trying to decide who to pair you up with. “Hazel- why don’t you hop in.” 

Hazel looks nervous, but she still nods and enters the ring, giving you a small smile and nod. 

You look at her blankly, “Now what?” you ask.

“Now you hit each other.” PJ claps her hands together, “Fucking beat each other the fuck up!” 

“What-” You can’t finish your question because Hazel deals a hard hit right to your gut. “Fuck!” you double over in shock before gathering yourself again. “What the fuck.” 

Hazel looks a little confused but motions to herself, “Hit me now- that's how this works.” 

You give her the best “what the fuck” look you can convey before settling into a fighting stance. You thought there'd be a little lead-up or something.

You swung and got in a decent hit to the side of Hazel's face. It left a stinging sensation on your knuckles but you tried to shake it off. 

The two of you exchanged a few more punches and kicks back and forth before Hazel managed to catch you completely off guard and- 

BAM 

Your ass hit the ground hard. “Fuck!” you couldn't help the curse from leaving your lips. You let yourself unfurl onto the ground and stared at the ceiling. The girls around you clapped as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Good fight,” Hazel said, reaching one of her hands out towards you on the ground. 

You just looked at her, “Yeah. Good...” Suddenly your head hurt a lot more than it did a minute ago. “Fight.” This was definitely a stupid fucking decision. Maybe this is what killed you. RIP the girl who got her lights knocked out but the girl who was both the love and hate of her life. 

You tried to sit up but the world was kinda spinning. 

“Hazel, how hard did you hit her?” Josie asked as she joined Hazel looking down at you. Hazel looked like a lost puppy. 

“I didn’t think it was that hard- are you okay.” 

You laughed not handling the embarrassment of the situation well, “I am so good actually.” You went to stand up but stumbled before your legs gave out putting you back on the floor. 

Hazel tried to grab at your hand to help you up but you retracted your hand on instinct. “Hold my hand.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Silvie barked out a laugh- “damn rejected!”

Hazel looked at you- her big blue eyes filling with hurt. Fuck. You didn't want to have to see those sad puppy dog eyes. You took hold of her hand and let her pull you up. If you thought the world was spinning when you were sitting, now it was like you were on a tilt-a-whirl. “Shit.” you couldn't keep yourself upright and leaned into Hazel so you didn't fall back to the ground. 

“Uh- I’m gonna take her to get some water.” Hazel sounded very concerned but you giggled. This was so embarrassing. Not only were you weak in front of your enemy- but also your crush. “Oh my god, I think I broke her!” 

PJ scoffed, “You just gave her like a concussion- she’ll be fine.” You nodded to agree with PJ. 

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god…” Hazel mumbled as she walked you out of the gym.

“I’m so so sorry.” She continued to apologize to all the girl's bathrooms where she propped you against a sink. “I didn’t think I was that strong.” She gathered some paper towels and got them wet, dabbing them to your forehead. 

In all honesty, you feel fine now. The dizziness was gone and replaced with a dull ache. But you were kinda enjoying Hazel being all over you. 

“It’s fine. Don't worry about it.” 

“If you want to hit me I get it- I deserve it.”

You laughed, “Yeah you can say that again.” You needed to practice biting your damn tongue. 

“I’m so sorry- I can’t believe I did that- I always do something stupid around you. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard- I just can’t like to focus with you around and I’m sorry-” Hazel continued to ramble and you started to zone out a little before saying the only thing running through your mind. 

“You stole my table”

Hazel stopped talking and looked at you. “No, I didn’t”

“Yes, you did.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen anything let alone a table- I don’t even know where I would’ve put-”

“No Hazel, my seat. In the lunch room.” 

She just stared at you and blinked. 

“You stole my spot- where I have sat every day for the last and you spilled coffee on my backpack and hit me in the face with volleyballs and… and… and now you gave me a concussion with your fists.” 

Hazel groaned and moved away from you holding her face in her hands, “Oh my god you must think I hate you.”

“Well yeah!” 

Hazel just groaned again. “I just like you.” 

“Oh yeah sure- wait- what did you just say?”

“I just like you okay,” She kicks the floor and starts to pout, “You’re just like really cool and like always around and you make me nervous.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“I know- i’m sorry- I knew you hated me cause of all that stuff”

“Oh my god-”

Hazel made more inhuman nosies as you started to laugh.

“Hazel what the actual fuck- you like me? You like me? For how long?” 

Hazel stopped with the noises “I don’t know? Like freshman year? Why?” 

“Despite all of the mishaps, and how much they pissed me off- I could not stop crushing on you… since freshman year.” 

Hazels jaw literally dropped, “What, no way?” 

“Yes way. Why didnt you just like talk to me?” 

“Well everytime I did I would somehow manage you hurt you.” 

You shook your head and laughed lighty, “thats actually fair, I can’t blame you for that.” 

She cracked a bit of a smile, relief from the last few seconds flooding over the both of you. 

“This is crazy.” 

You laughed, “it is. And to think all it took was you punching me to the ground.” 

She groaned, “god I really am sorry-”

“It’s fine- definitely worth it.” 

She smiled, “now what?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know- we’ve wasted almost four years it seems like so theres no point in wasting any more.” 

She gave you a dopey look and figeted with the rings on her fingers.

“Hazel come here.” She followed your instructions obditally and stood in front of you- close enough that you could feel the gentle wind of her breath. 

You placed your hands on her shoulders, not entirely sure the right way to go about this- and maybe this was moving a bit fast and the common sense had gotten knocked out of your head but at this point you were kicking yourself for not making a move over the entrieity of your highschool career. 

Her eyes were open, glued to your lips. 

“Gotta start making up for all that lost time.” you leaned forward, barley brushing your lips together, when you pulled back Hazel stood completely still with her eyes shut tight. You smiled to yourself. “Do you want to..” Hazel keep her eyes shut but nodded. 

You leaned again, this time trying to add in some movement. It was painfully obvious that neither of you really knew what you were doing. Hazel seemed to have a sudden surge in confidence after accidentally (maybe?) bitting your lower lip which drew some type of sound from you. She stepped forward, pushing you aagint the bathroom sink and putting the two of you in a much more intainte position. 

Despite the awkwardness and surprise, it felt nice- or good? Something like that. You stopped anazlying everything and instead focused on the fact that their was a very attractive girl running her hands down your back and letting your shirt cover her finger tips as she explored you. 

The second you started to thank whatever god was a above that it was after school hours so the building was essentially vacant- the door brust open, followed by two very loud “fuck”s. 

Hazel rushed back away from you, her face already blushing a bright pink. 

PJ and Josie stood in the doorway- matching faces of shock painting their features. 

“No fucking way Hazel is getting puss before us.” PJ rolled her eyes. 

“Uh- sorry we just uh- you know- wanted to make sure you were good.” Josie was doing a horrible job hiding her uncomforatbleness as she questioned you with a thumbs up. 

You bit your lip to stop from laughing and gave her a thumbs up back, “Doing great in here. Thanks- but if you wouldn’t mind leaving-”

“Oh yeah! Yeah! For sure- we’ll let you two lovebirds get back to it.” Josie did a half bow before turning and pushing PJ out the door. 

You laughed as hazel just looked mortified, “we’ll continue this later, I think we should get back to the club though- kinda wanna see you lay some bitchs out.” 

She took a deep breath and patted down her shirt, before looking in the mirror and fixing her hair. 

You gave her another thumbs up before the two of you left the bathroom to go back to the gym. 

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never let go // trevor zegras

part 1 pairing: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 3.9k (i’m sorry i went overboard again)

a/n: jumps between povs, each part is labeled and split by long black divider though (if you don’t like this sort of thing, sorry <3), no use of ‘y/n’ again.

warnings: none (i think)

(him)

Trevor just stood there, his legs wouldn't move, no matter how badly he wanted them to. He wanted to run after you but he couldn't. From his frozen haze he saw Luke run out the door. That should be him running to you and he knew that.

"Everybody out! Party's over!" Jamie yelled. Everyone quickly walked out. Jamie looked over to Nico. “Can you make sure everyone who shouldn't be driving gets an Uber, I'll pay, I don’t even care anymore just please make sure everyone is safe and out of here." Nico nodded and left, dragging a still slightly drunk Jack with him. He would be no help to the conversation about to happen in the state he was in.  Now it was just Jamie, Quinn, and Trevor. Once the front door was shut Quinn forcefully turned Trevor around. He still looked shocked and a few tears had begun to run down his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Quinn finally spoke up. Trevor opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.

"If you weren't my best friend I would beat the shit out of you," Jamie said through gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"

"She," Quinn pointed towards the door you had just walked out of, "is like a little sister to me and you just broke her heart in front of an entire party of random strangers." Quinn's voice was calm, too calm, it was frightening. "And you're not my best friend so I will gladly beat the shit out of you." He stepped forward but Jamie stopped him as Trevor finally spoke.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered. 

"What do you mean?! You went into this whole thing knowing you had feelings for her."

"What thing?" Quinn interrupted. 

"Do you wanna tell him?" Jamie crossed his arm. Trevor said nothing. "Are you really going to make me tell him?"

"We've been sleeping together," Trevor said softly. Quinn exhaled.

"How long?" He asked.

"Since my birthday," he paused, scared of how Quinn would react after he said his next words, "last year." Quinn saw red. Yes, you were old enough to make your own decisions, but he hated that this decision ended with you in tears and running out the door.

"You've been stringing her along for over a year?!" Quinn's voice got louder with each word. 

"No, I swear! I didn't think she felt the same way I did, and if-" Trevor's voice broke.

"Come on, Trevor," Jamie sighed. "You're dumb, but you're not that dumb. Everyone can see that she loves you and you love her."

It was quiet for a moment.

"You better fix this," Quinn spoke one last time as he headed for the door, he didn't trust himself to not punch Trevor if he stayed any longer. 

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to you, don't let her get away." Jamie walked away.

(you)

The first week after that night everyone gave you your space. Texts were your only form of communication, you didn't trust yourself to talk, you knew your voice would be coarse from all the crying. 

Trevor would call and text you everyday and every time he did you ignored him. Eventually you muted his notifications, you knew you should've blocked him but you weren't ready for that. 

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The second week after that night you no longer had space. At least one of your friends were with you at your apartments at all times. These days were filled with binge watching cringy reality shows and lots of take out. You started to smile and laugh again. 

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The third week after is when you finally left your apartment. 

On Monday, Quinn took you to the beach, complaining about how he was getting sand in places he didn't know sand could get into. You laughed as he got hit on, multiple times. He just awkwardly said 'thank you,' every time he was complimented. Once the, one sided, flirting stopped Quinn soon became your greatest enemy. When you got up to stretch your legs he took that as an opportunity to grab you and throw you into the water. Once you came out of the water you saw Quinn dying of laughter. When he saw the look on your face he ran for his life.

On Tuesday, Luke dragged you to an arcade. You beat him at air hockey and might have gotten a little too excited based on the looks you got from all of the parents with their little kids. He accused you of cheating saying 'You rigged this somehow. I should've won, I literally play hockey for a living!’ You just laughed and called him a sore loser followed by a laugh and, ‘Maybe it’s time you retire and I take your place. I do look pretty good in red.’ He just scoffed and walked off to the next game.

On Wednesday, Jack made you go to an amusement park. He said that the two of you had to go on every single ride. The day started good but soon Jack's face started to go pale. You said you two should probably leave but he refused. He said he was fine and that it was time for the big rollercoaster. As soon as you got off the ride Jack ran to the nearest trash can and threw up. You whispered a quick 'I told you so,' and Jack just gave you the middle finger.

On Thursday, Nico forced you to go on a hike with him, you hated this. He didn’t tell you how long the hike was going to be and you wanted to punch him. The hike was filled with you cursing at him, while he just laughed. It was worth it once you saw the view at the top. The smug look on Nico's face however, was not worth it. You jokingly said you would push him off the cliff if he didn't wipe that look off his face.

On Friday, Jamie just simply walked around town with you as you shopped, not complaining once, that night he took you to a drive-in movie theater that was playing your favorite movie. This might have been your favorite activity of the week. Just you and one of your closest friends laughing being a little too loud and getting told to shut up by the cars next to you, almost getting kicked out. 

You thought you would get to have a quiet night alone on Saturday but that thought went out the window when you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door and saw all of them standing there, a couple holding snacks and a few holding blankets and pillows.

"What is all of this?" You laughed.

"We’re staying over," Jack said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he then pushed past you letting himself in.

"Yeah, no, of course you can totally come in," you joked sarcastically.

"We know," Nico said, you playfully slapped his back as he walked by.

You watched as the blankets were dropped on the living room floor and the snacks were placed on the coffee table. 

"I don't have a say in this, do I?" You crossed your arms 

"Nope!" They all said in unison. You rolled your eyes playfully before joining them. 

(him)

The last three weeks had been absolute hell for Trevor. During those three weeks he barely saw Jamie or anyone else, he knew he deserved that thought. The silence and alone time gave him a lot of time to think. When he wasn't in bed, he was out driving. He never had a destination in mind, he just wanted to clear his head but, as if the universe was playing some sick joke on him, he always ended up at your apartment building.

That Sunday morning was no exception. He sat there for what felt like eternity before he noticed people exiting the building. He focused to see who it was and he felt his heart start racing once he did. It was Jamie, Quinn, Jack, Luke, and Nico. Quickly he ducked, thankful that the parking spot he was in was somewhat covered by a tree. After a few minutes he finally looked to see if the coast was clear. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

This was his moment. He could go up to you and finally explain everything, finally see you again, even if it was for the last time. He took a few deep breaths before opening the car door. Slowly, he walked towards the side entrance of the building. Once he got there he stopped and remembered, he had given your spare key to Jamie, he couldn't get into the building. He looked over at the intercom system and saw the button with your name. He obviously couldn't press it. You would turn him away immediately. He looked at the only other name that he knew.

Miss Bea. The old lady who lived across the hall from you. The lady who you would spend most of your free time with and the lady who always came over to your apartment on Sunday nights for dinner and card games. You both quickly became an important part in each other's lives. You were close, Miss Bea was like your grandmother and you were like her granddaughter. He knew that you had definitely told Miss Bea what had happened and he also knew that Miss Bea was terrifying when she was mad. With a shaky hand he pressed the button next to Miss Bea's name. He waited for a second before he heard her voice.

"Who is this? What do you want?" She asked quickly. Trevor froze and couldn't speak. "If this is some kind of prank or whatever you kids do these days you better get to running before I get down there." He knew that wasn't an empty threat.

"Hi-," his voice wavered for a second. "Hi, Miss Bea. It's-um-it's Trevor." He braced himself. 

"You have some nerve coming here!" She was almost yelling.

"I know, ma'am, I know." He stopped and ran his hand through his hair, he didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. It was silent for awhile. Trevor began to think she had walked away.

"Are you here to apologize?" She said curtly.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.

"Speak up I can't hear you. I said, are you here to apologize?" 

"Yes, ma'am," he said once again, this time loud and clear. It went quiet again. He thought that maybe she had just walked away as he just stood there for awhile. Soon the door in front of him opened and there stood the short but mighty, and scary, little old lady.

"You make her cry angain and I will end you." She pointed at him. "I know people. One call and they'll be here in a second." 

Trevor gulped and quickly nodded his head in fear. He had no doubt that she did in fact 'know people,' and he did not want to meet them. She let him walk in front of her and he waited to help her up the stairs with an arm held out.

"Don't get all gentlemen like now." She waved her hand shooing him away. He nodded his head before turning and making his way to your apartment.

Before he knew it he was standing at the door. With a shaky hand he knocked before he lost the courage. Time felt like it had slowed down. Soon the door swung open.

"Guys, I told you-"

(you)

Your stomach dropped instantly. There he was standing right in front of you. Quickly you tried to slam the door but he stopped it with his foot. 

"Wait!" You opened the door once again. 

"How the hell did you get in here?" You wanted to yell but you didn't. Before he could respond you saw Miss Bea walking to her front door with a little smirk on her face. "Miss Bea?!" You said in disbelief.

"Are we still on for dinner tonight, dear?" She asked in the most nonchalant voice you had ever heard. Your jaw dropped. "Honey, we talked about this, close your mouth or you're going to catch flies." She joked as she closed her door, leaving you alone with Trevor. You quickly closed your mouth before looking at the boy who had caused you so much pain.

"Can we please talk?" He whispered.

"I don't want to talk to you." You started to shut the door again.

"Then can you please listen? Just listen to what I have to say and if by the time I'm done you still want me to leave I will leave and I will never bother you again." You let out a sigh and opened the door, slowly.

"You have 5 minutes," you knew that was far too generous but, sadly, you desperately wanted to hear what he had to say. You stepped aside and let him in. You watched as he looked around your apartment like he had never been there before. All of the pictures of the two of you and the small little trinkets the two of you had collected over the years were tucked away in the back of your closet. There was no trace of him anymore. "You're wasting time. You’re 5 minutes started when I closed the door." You said as you crossed your arms. Finally, he turned to you, and for the first time you got a proper look at him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, and his face wasn't as bright as it used to be.

"Do you remember that field trip we took back in second grade, to the aquarium?" He asked. You nodded your head, extremely confused as to why that is what he started with. He looked down at his hands. "You were terrified to walk through the shark tunnel, so I held your hand and promised that I would protect you." He chuckled but his voice was still shaking.

It took everything in you not to smile at the fond memory.

"That was the first time I felt it. Obviously I didn't know what ‘it’ was at the time. But when my mom picked me up from school that day I told her she had to take me to the hospital immediately. She asked what was wrong and tried to see if i had any injuries. I told her you gave me cooties. She just laughed and I remember I got so upset because I thought I was dying and my mom was just laughing at me. She finally asked me why I thought you had given me cooties. I told her that my tummy felt all warm and fuzzy after I let go your hand and it happened again every time you laughed or smile or looked at me. She laughed again and told me it wasn't cooties and that I would understand when I was older." He wiped his nose on his sleeve, you turned around and grabbed a tissue box.

"Here," you whispered softly as you offered it to him. 

"Thank you.” He wiped his nose before continuing. "Then in seventh grade there was that cheesy little winter formal and that little dickhead Tyler asked you to dance. Except it wasn’t even a real slow dance you both just stood there awkwardly with your hands on each other’s shoulders, stepping side to side.” You let out a quick and short laugh. Trevor laughed too. "I was so mad that he asked you before I did and that's when I started to realize that maybe I wanted more than just a friendship with you. You two started dating and at first I thought it wasn't gonna last because, c'mon we were in middle school, middle school relationships never last. But somehow you did and you lasted all the up to the end of sophomore year, which surprised everyone, especially me. You two finally broke up because you caught him cheating-"

"Okay, okay, you don't need to bring that part up," you muttered.

"And then somehow Tyler ended up with a broken nose..." he trailed off.

"And you somehow ended up with bruised knuckles,” you chuckled. A lightness began to fill the air.

"Hey, don't look at me, Tyler never said who did it." He raised his hands up in surrender. You could see Trevor's face start to light up again. “The end of senior year came and prom was coming up. You went on and on about how there was no chance in hell you were going. You turned down a dozen promposals. I was able to convince you to go with me because I promised I would stay by your side the entire time. I still had to drag you out of the house though. That's the night we had our first kiss, it was during a slow dance, a real slow dance, and we laughed because it was a complete cliché. We never talked about that kiss afterwards, we both acted like it never happened, and I hated that. It terrified me but that's when I knew 100%," he paused as he took a small step forward, and you let him. "That's the night I realized I was completely in love with you. I have been in love with you since before I even knew what love was. I still am and I will always be in love with you."

You didn't know when they started but you finally felt tears stream down your face. You stood there in shock. He felt the same way you did. He was in love with you. He has been his entire life. 

"I never acted on those feelings because I thought you didn’t feel the same and that you never would. I’m a complete mess and all over the place and you’re…” he paused. “You’re, you. Then my birthday happened and everything got so complicated. I should have told you that very first night but I couldn’t, I couldn’t ruin our friendship more than it probably already was. I need you in my life so I took you in whatever way that would keep you by my side. Which was fucked up and completely selfish," he whispered.

"But what about that night? You didn't seem to be in love with me then," your voice broke a little at the end.

"I thought you were mad at me. You were short on the phone with me and then your phone went straight to voicemail every time I tried to call and you didn't read any of my texts.”

“So your first thought was to hook up with some random girl?” You cut him off.

“No! I don’t know!” He stuttered loudly, regretting his choice of words when he saw your eyes filled with hurt. “Fuck! No! You make my mind get all jumbled up and I can’t think straight when I’m around you or even when I just think about you. I jumped to conclusions and I thought that everything was over, our friendship and our…whatever we became, and just the thought of that sent me into a self destructive spiral, I wanted to get you out of my head and I failed and I hurt you while doing so. I should’ve told you how I felt that night at prom. I should’ve tried harder, I know that now, and I should've fought for you. I should've ran after you that night.”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you whispered. Slowly but surely you could feel your heart getting put back together again with every word he said. You could feel your love grow the more he talked.

“I have been beating myself up everyday for the past three weeks because all I did was stand there and let you walk away. You are quite literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would give everything up if it meant you'd forgive me and that I could spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. I'd even give up hockey if you asked me to, I really hope you don't because I'm really not good at anything else." He was rambling, saying whatever thought came into his head. He went to continue speaking but you just laughed and closed the space between the both of you.

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him. You kissed him with everything you had. He stood there shocked for a second before he finally relaxed into the kiss, cupping your face with both of his hands. This kiss was unlike any of the kisses before. There was no rush, no roughness, there was just love. You could feel the love radiating off of both of you and you never wanted it to end. Sadly it had to. You had to breathe. 

"What was that for? I mean not that I didn't enjoy it, I really enjoyed it. I just mean does-" you interrupted him with another kiss.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" You asked as you pulled away. You wiped the few tears still left on his face and he did the same for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his wrapped around your waist.

"I've been told that once or twice," he joked, all you did was laugh before bringing him in for a soft peck. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and face full of love and happiness. The two of you just stood there in silence for a moment, taking in and processing everything that just happened.

"Hey Trev," you waited for some kind of response. Which came in the form of a questioning hum. "You got the story wrong." You pulled away, and walked over to your couch, Trevor right behind you. You both sat down

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"The aquarium," you looked at him with a smirk. "You were the one who was terrified to walk through the shark tunnel, not me." He looked at you like you were crazy.

"No I wasn't, it was you!" He argued. He leaned back against the couch and pulled you with him.

“Maybe you’ve fallen on the ice one too many times because I’m right,” you laughed, your laughter causing Trevor to laugh. You curled into his side and he wrapped his arms around you.

Once your laughter died down Trevor spoke up again.

“I’m so happy you forgave me because I did not want to fall victim to Miss Bea’s ‘people,’ that really would’ve sucked.” He shuddered at the thought.

You looked up at him and the scared look on his face caused you to smile bigger than you ever had before. He looked down at you and playfully scoffed at your smiling face before leaning down to softly kiss you again.

This is what you both wanted for the rest of your lives. Laughing until your ribs hurt, kissing like it was the last time, and all the good times and bad times in between.

It wasn’t going to be easy, and you still had a lot to talk about, but you knew, with every fiber of your being, that he was never going to let you go again, he was never going to let you walk out that door, and you were never going to let him do the same.

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[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 4

Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

a/n: This chapter is shorter than usual because my brain fried when writing it at work lol But we finally get to talk to Eddie without Steve cockblocking (too much)

Proof read? You have no proof I can read.

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It wasn’t until Monday after school that Dustin was able to make his way back to Family Video. After the night at the arcade, he’d been caught up with sneaking chats with Suzie and spending time with his mother. Not to mention the dentist appointment that caused him to miss a good chunk of Monday morning. If anything, dating and matchmaking be damned, Dustin had earned the treat of renting a movie and shoving candy into his newly cleaned teeth. 

The freshman walked in, said hi to you and walked shamelessly into the back while you called after him half-heartedly that he wasn’t supposed to go back there before turning back to your conversation with Robin. 

“Jesus, Henderson you can’t just barge into the back of any job I get!” Steve said as he sat in the break room. “I’m going to have to say no to you at some point.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve talked about this.” Dustin said, sitting next to him in the small room, grabbing some of Steve’s chips. “Anyway, has she said anything about Saturday night?”

Steve watched in annoyance as his friend helped himself to his lunch. “No, she hasn’t said anything about what happened. When I clocked in she said she didn’t want to talk about it.” 

“Probably because we might have... totally ditched her.” Dustin admitted. “On accident! It wasn’t my idea!” He added quickly as Steve gaped at him. 

“What?!” Steve was surprised. “Wait, what happened?”

“Well when the two of you left, Eddie decided that we were done and we all went to get pizza instead.” Dustin said. “I saw her when we were leaving.”

“Shit. So he saw her leave with me, which probably didn’t help.” Steve groaned. “Did Eddie say anything about her?”

“Yeah he... said he wasn’t interested.” 

“Really? Shit. I knew he was a freak, but I didn’t think he had bad taste.”

“Why aren’t you dating her?” Dustin asked. “You won’t date Robin and now you won’t date her? Are you allergic to dating cool girls or something?”

“Robin and I are just friends.” Steve said firmly. “And who said I didn’t try to date her? I tried to ask her out once but she turned me down. She said I was ‘too normal’.”

There were tears streaming down Dustin’s face two minutes later from how hard he was laughing at that. Steve Harrington could get any girl in town, and got shot down by the wierdo. 

“Yeah, yeah, get it out of your system, Henderson.” Steve groaned. 

“She’s too good for you, Steve.” Dustin finally managed to say, calming himself down. 

“So Eddie was a bust so I guess I’m back to square one.” Steve sighed. “I guess I could take her out to a bar and help her get numbers. If she can keep herself from saying something too weird for at least ten minutes it’d be easy.”

But it didn’t feel right. You already knew what you wanted, and any bar in town would just be filled with the same normal, boring people that you’d never had an interest in. 

“You know... Eddie’s band plays at the Hideout.” Dustin said suddenly. 

“Yeah, I thought we just established that wasn’t an option.” Steve frowned. 

“Okay but hear me out, she liked Eddie, right?” 

“Yeah, so?” 

“So? So if she liked Eddie then she’d probably like someone who also likes Eddie. He told me that people come to watch his band play specifically.” Dustin was grinning wide. 

“Henderson, you might be onto something.” Steve was starting to follow his friend’s logic. “If his fans like him, then she’d probably like his fans.”

“Precisely, Steve!” 

The two of them grinned at each other as if they’d just cracked the code to helping you out. However, Steve was only aware of half the plan. That night at the arcade hadn’t been sitting right with Dustin since Eddie tore out of there like a bat out of hell with the rest of the club in tow. He’d seen the way Eddie had stolen glances at you when he thought no one was looking, and only Eddie could miss the way you had been staring at him as the two of you talked. 

Dustin wasn’t sure what the hell Eddie’s problem was saying he wasn’t interested, but if Steve was giving him a chance to be nosy and meddle he was going to take it. You had been nice to Dustin this summer, and after starting the new hell that was high school he wanted to help you out. Eddie had been the only person who had been nice to him and Mike in school, and you had been nice out of it. 

If this didn’t work he’d leave Steve to his own problem, but Dustin had this one last trick up his sleeve. 

“So Eddie’s never talked about having an interest in anyone before?” Steve asked as he tossed his trash and handed over the remaining chips to Dustin. 

“Not really. Jeff mentioned that he used to have a thing for some girl named Ronnie, and they all act really cagey about someone else named Paige.” Dustin said with a shrug. 

“I have no idea who those people are.” 

“I don’t either, they don’t talk about it much.” 

“Alright, well I guess we’re gonna go to the Hideout.” Steve decided. “Wait, isn’t his band him and a bunch of high schoolers? How are they even allowed to play in a bar?”

“It’s a bar, not a club, Steve. They can be there, they just can’t drink. Legally.” Dustin decided not to share that Eddie had one or two fake IDs that the barkeeps were happy to overlook for Eddie at least. 

“What do you know about clubs?” Steve was surprised. “The only club you should know about is your weird fantasy club.”

“I watch MTV, I know how some things work!” 

The banter between the two continued until you showed up in the break room. 

“Steve, your break ended fifteen minutes ago. If you get your butt to the front I’ll fudge the time sheet and say you just forgot to clock back in.” you said. “And Dustin, honey, I love you. You aren’t supposed to be back here. Actually, I don’t care because you’re a good kid. Just ask before you barge in, okay? If Keith’s here I’ll actually have to enforce that.” 

“Yes, Ma’am!” Dustin gave you a salute as the two of them made their way back to the front. When Steve took his place behind the counter, Dustin took a piece of paper out of his bag and handed it over. 

“What’s this?” Steve took the paper, looking at the list of movie titles. 

“My payment. I want these movies for my services. We had an agreement.” 

“Jesus, Henderson you’re gonna give yourself nightmares with these.” 

“Nothing’s been scarier than what we’ve been through.”

“Fair enough.” 

You looked to be as thrilled to be at the Hideout on a Tuesday night as you would be at the DMV. You didn’t have anything against the place, but you didn’t have anything for it either. You’d been to bars a few times with friends with varying degrees of enjoyment. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time you’d been to this bar. Hawkin’s didn’t exactly have the biggest variety of places to drink in town, and this place was the town’s “old reliable”. Cheap enough for the blue collar workers to enjoy a cold beer after work, but with enough variety to have the young adults of the town fill up the booths on the weekends. 

It was not the weekend though, it was a Tuesday night. A weird night for Steve to drag you out to a bar to help you get a date. As you swung your body on the barstool waiting on your drink you glanced around. There was a small, cramped stage set up in the back and a few older men were hanging around. 

“So... Steve not to be terribly picky and not to sound ungrateful, but I’m not so sure about this.” You said, scanning the bar for anyone who didn’t look old enough to be your dad or grandpa. 

“There’s a band that’s supposed to play tonight.” Steve said, pointing over to the stage. “I heard they’re about our age so I thought it’d be worth a shot.”

“A band?” You considered it. “What type of music are they supposed to play?”

“I think it’s a metal band.”

You snorted into your soda. “A metal band? In Hawkins? Oh, this I have to see.” You hopped off the stool to make your way over to the cork board that was covered in advertisements for the town. You scanned it until you found a flier that had been covered partially by an advertisement for lawn care. 

CORRODED COFFIN- TUESDAY NIGHTS 

That must have been it. It didn’t give you any information about the band, other than the name and when they played. The logo was hastily drawn on in black and red markers as if putting this up was a last minute idea. You pulled the paper off the board and repositioned it so that it was front and center instead. There, that was your good deed for the day; giving a small band an additional 8.5 by 11 inches of visibility. 

“As usual, I have learned nothing.” You declared, taking your seat again. “I have a name and that’s it.”

“What’s the band called?” Steve asked. 

“Corroded Coffin.” you replied. “Shouldn’t you know? This was your idea!”

“I was just told there was a metal band that played, I wasn’t given a name.” Steve had been given the name and immediately forgot in the near endless ramblings that Dustin had gone on about. 

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy-”

“I already do.” 

You laughed and continued. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy but the name sounds familiar.” Your legs were swinging off the stool, leaning back against the bar with your elbows. “How can you forget a name like that?” 

Easily. Thought Steve. 

A few more people were starting to show up now, though it was still pretty dead and slow. Even as people shuffled in and out of the small bar, there was no sign of anyone who you’d deem “age appropriate” for you. 

“So you tried to set me up with a high schooler and now it looks like you’re trying to hook me up with someone twice my age.” You joked. 

“Yeah, I was hoping there’d be more people here to choose from.” Steve looked around the room. Dustin had said that this band was supposed to have a crowd but he wasn’t seeing evidence of that anywhere. 

“Ah well, even if tonight is another bust we can still have fun.” you gave him a playful punch. “If the band is bad we can bond over that, and if they’re good you probably won’t appreciate it and I’ll subject you to my every thought about it.”

“You do that anyway.” Steve breathed out a small laugh.

“I’ll be worse, cross my heart.” 

It wasn’t long until the doors to the Hideout opened again, with two highschoolers struggling to fit a drum set through the doors. You snickered as they twisted the parts trying to adjust the bulky equipment. That’s right, the circular drum goes through the square hole. 

“Steve, high schoolers.” you whispered. “Again?!” 

But then you realized that the two teenagers looked familiar. Familiar in a fresh way. Familiar in a ‘Hey, didn’t I just see you the other day?’ way. Your stomach twisted as they finally managed to get through the door and make their way to the stage for set up. 

“Hey, Steve, these kids look- shit.” 

Your heart leapt in a way you didn’t expect when the man you’d poorly attempted to get to know just a few days ago walked through the door with a guitar case strapped to his back. He was laughing with another member of the band as they carried in an amp. Eddie didn’t even look your way as they made their way to set up on stage. 

He played guitar. Of course he played guitar in a metal band. Jesus Christ, you were actually going to murder Steve and Dustin if this whole situation wasn’t going to kill you first. Eddie dropped his leather jacket on the side of the stage, leaving him in a band shirt that you couldn’t make out the name of in the dim lights. He had really nice arms (how had you missed the tattoos last week??), and the way he was smiling so genuinely and joking around with his friends made you feel fuzzy on the inside. He hadn’t looked like that when you two were talking-

“You’re drooling again.” Steve said. 

You shook your head and quickly turned around, putting your back to the stage. 

“Steve... what the fuck.” You hissed, glaring at him. “I know I didn’t exactly share what happened on Saturday, but I thought it was pretty clear that it didn’t go well.” 

“Listen, I had no- I” Steve couldn’t lie to you. “Henderson said he’d be playing tonight, but I swear I’m not trying to hook you two up again. I really thought that when he said there’d be a crowd there’d be more freaks here!” 

You smacked your head on the bar a few times with a groan. “It was so awkward. I told him I’d be right back but then when I went back in everyone was gone. He wasn’t interested in me.” 

“His loss.” Steve said. “Listen, we’ll stick around for a few songs and if no one else shows up then we can leave, deal?” 

“Deal.”

You tried to ignore the pounding in your heart as you pointedly refused to turn around. You didn’t even know why you cared so much that Eddie was there again. You had only talked for a half hour before he left, but the man had stuck in your mind since that night. 

You had been attracted to guys before, but Eddie was on some other level. 

“So, are you stalking me now, Harrington?”

FUCK. 

“Nah man, just in the mood to do something different tonight.” Steve said, trying his hardest to play nice. He had to remember that this was for you, even though he was starting to like Eddie less after his disinterest in you. 

“I didn’t take you as a man with music taste.” Eddie said. You hated that this man seemed to always sneak up on you. You finished off your drink and turned around to join the conversation before Steve made things worse. 

Fuck it. It’s not like this could be any more awkward than how things were left off. You might as well have some fun. 

“Actually this was my idea.” You said, lying through your teeth with a grin. “Steve here knows nothing about good music, so I thought I’d show him a little culture.”

Steve was now looking at you with his jaw dropped, wondering where the hell that came from. He looked offended, and Eddie? Eddie’s eyebrows shot up as recognition crossed his features as he looked at you. 

“So you like metal?” Eddie said, his gaze now locked on yours. You felt an odd pounding in your heart as you looked up into those amazingly round brown eyes. “What’s your favorite band?”

It wasn’t a challenge. There was nothing in his tone to indicate that he was about to turn into a total dick about music, and that both put you at ease and made your attraction to him far worse. 

“Well, Black Sabbath is always good.” you thought. “But I’m gonna have to go with WASP. I’d rate them a 69 out of 10 for being so damn horny in their songs.” 

Eddie’s eyes lit up and he smiled wide, the same kind of smile he’d just given his band mates a few minutes ago. You licked your lips and felt Steve kick your foot, probably signaling you to stop drooling. 

“So someone in this town does have good taste!“ Eddie was moving around more now, taking a few paces back and then back towards you clapping his hands. 

“I don’t like to limit myself.” You said. “I’m always looking for new sounds and music. It’s like I feel like I’m suffocating if it gets too quiet.”

You winced internally at the statement, knowing that it was probably off putting but to your surprise Eddie only got more excited. 

“Exactly!” He practically yelled.

How was it so easy to talk to him, and so hard at the same time? Why was it that every conversation so far had ended so awkwardly when moments like this felt easy? 

“So how long have you been playing?” you asked, looking over at the stage where he’d set his case down. 

“The band’s been playing together since we were in middle school, I started playing guitar around fifth grade. We’ve had a rotating cast of members, so I started it, and Jeff’s been there the longest after me.” he pointed to a member fiddling with his bass. “Zack and Gareth joined in high school.” 

“And was Chris Morrison ever part of this band?” you teased. 

“Fuck no!.” Eddie laughed. “My uncle would say that Chris couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on. He tried to play manager. Tried. After seeing how he ran his campaigns, I wasn’t interested.”

“Didn’t he also run for student council once?” 

“You remember those posters?!” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, he never ran. The rest of us were so done with how he was running Hellfire we put those up detailing why he was shit at leadership.”

“You’re kidding!” you gaped. “Jesus, you guys are weird.”

Eddie bent down in a joking bow. “I got a week’s detention for that stunt. I wasn’t the one who made most of them, but Higgin’s always had it out for me. Still does.” He mumbled that last part mostly to himself.

“Why do you two keep talking about Chris Morrison?” Steve asked, and you suddenly remembered that he was there too. Whoops.

“Common thread, apparently.” you shrugged. “It’s too easy to rag on the guy.”

“You had to be there.” Eddie said, as if you and Eddie were sharing connected memories that you were both part of rather than piecing together fragments of a puzzle where you were both corner pieces. The same picture, but never touching. 

At least, as far as you were aware. 

Steve was looking at you as if you were both insane. He was probably right. 

“Okay, okay Steve’s right. I don’t want to talk about Chris fucking Morrison anymore.” you said. “How long have you been playing here, at the Hideout?”

“Every Tuesday for about 2 years, give or take.” Eddie said. “We started monthly, but we get a crowd now so they asked us to play weekly.”

“A crowd.” You nodded, looking around the dead bar. “Damn, I must be pretty lucky to have the front man talking to me when you have all these people here to see you.” Behind the joke, the tone you used was sincere and playful all at once. You sat up a little straighter, leaning towards him on your barstool. 

That was a flirt. You just flirted. There was no taking that back. You were gonna have to commit now. 

There was something boyish about the smile he returned, calm and relaxed. “Oh yeah, you should feel special. As you can see we have a crowd of about-” he turned to the rest of the bar, counting the patrons. “-Right, about four drunks. I guess Tim’s out today.” 

“Well, make that four and a half drunks and also Steve is here.” you shook Steve’s shoulder playfully. 

“Half?” Steve looked at you, pushing your hand off. 

“I drove here, I can’t get wasted. But I can have one or two drinks and be fine.”

“Well, if you happen to bite off more than you can chew, I have room in my van for you.” Eddie said. “I could give you a ride.” 

Well, that wasn’t what you had expected. Your stomach was flipping like an acrobat at the suggestion. He was offering you a ride home if you wanted to drink? After he’d disappeared on you? Just what was this guy's deal? 

“If I’m biting my drinks that’s cause for concern. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite a drink.” Smooth, so fucking smooth. You might as well call yourself Skippy because you were as smooth as chunky peanut butter.

But Eddie just laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right. But the offer’s on the table. Or the bar, since you want to be literal.”

“I’ll think about it.” you said. “I don’t normally go home with men I just met at bars but if your band is any good I’ll consider it.”

His grin widened at that “Then I’ll be sure to tell the guys to pick up the slack tonight.” 

That was a flirt, right? Eddie just flirted back with you. That had to be right? You almost wanted him to go away so that you could confirm with Steve that your suspicions about that line were correct. 

“Eddie! Get over here and help with the amp, it’s doing the thing again!” One of the teens from the stage called out. 

Eddie sighed and looked over at his band that was messing with the amp they had brought in. “Again? Alright, I have some tape in my toolbox.” he called back to them before turning to you. HIs eyes flicked over to Steve for just a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Talk to you after the set?” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” you said, “After all you might be my ride home.” 

And with that, Eddie turned and left.

“What was that?” Steve said immediately looking at you. “Where did that come from? Your idea? Going home with him?!”

“What?” you asked, taken aback. “You told me I should actually flirt, so I flirted!” 

“Where was all that on Saturday?! Hell, where was that for the past two months we’ve had this deal going?” Your friend was looking at you like he hardly recognized you. 

“Great question Steve, and it deserves a great answer.” you nodded. “I have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m exclusively attracted to guys that I don’t think I have a chance with?”

“He offered to drive you home.” His eyes darted over to the stage where Eddie had reappeared with a toolbox, messing with the amp. “I don’t know how you missed it but he was flirting with you.”

“Oh, good, I thought I was losing it.” you laughed. “Glad we got that established. Cool. Loving that. Now, on one hand he’s offering me a ride home. On the other hand, to get this supposed ride home I will have to intoxicate myself. Which sounds fun in theory but he’s also a guy I barely know.”

It should have been sketchy, it really really should have been. The only man you would trust to get your drunk ass home without worry right now would be Steve. 

“Hey, can I get another one of these, please?” you asked the bartender, holding up your glass. 

Once your refill came, you grabbed the drink and stood up. The band was finishing up the sound check and it looked like they were about to start. 

“Come on, I want to sit closer. I’m feeling reckless tonight.” You grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him to a table closer to the stage. Eddie made his way to the mic and smiled at you and your raised your glass to him with a smile. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to make you feel like you’re fighting demons in hell!”

It was in that horrible, terrifying moment when the lights dimmed and the sound of an electric guitar ripped through the air,  that you realized something; you were going to end the night with the biggest, stupidest, useless crush on Eddie Munson and there was nothing you could do about it. 

I would also like to note that this is a work of fiction. You're allowed to make questionable decisions when playing with fake scenarios. Just roll with it.

Part 5

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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[tomscocksleeve]

The Older Neighbor ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Tom kaulitz x female Reader

Warnings: some smut, age gap, male (rec), smoking, drugs, possessiveness, angst to fluff

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Monday morning at 7:30 you were getting ready for school and doing your makeup. Your vanity was right by the window that also happened to be your neighbors window. You and him always had some sort of little thing but never actually engaged with each other like a real conversation or texted or even spoken at school. While you were doing your mascara he purposely left his curtains open and he took his night shirt off revealing his muscled body and you messed up your mascara because you ended up distracted. He winked and giggled at the mascara that was on your nose. “Fuck…” you said in embarrassment.

Finally you were ready and you grabbed your bag and you saw your neighbor. Today was different he walked over to you with a smile and he held onto your school bag stopping you from walking. “Wait… we lived next to each other for years and never talked. Hello, I’m Tom.” The boy spoke with his heavy German accent. You smiled at him and you told him your name and his smile was absolutely precious. His teeth were super cute and his lip ring complimented his lips perfectly. You and him walked to school and you noticed he kept looking at you almost the whole time. “What is it? Is there something on my face?” You asked worried you didn’t get all the mascara off. He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re just pretty.” He said. You were always told that by many people so you just said thank you without giving it a second thought. Once you arrived to school the girls glared at you since you walked in with Tom. You knew Tom always received attention but it’s not like this was your fault it was his idea.

You rolled your eyes at the girls before you were going to head to your locker. Tom grabbed your wrist before you could leave him “wait… there’s a party tonight so take my number Kay?” You couldn’t even reply with a yes or no. You took the piece of paper and just nodded and walked off. Later at your locker one of the bitchy girls stopped you and was being a brat. “Do you think you can take MY Tommy from me?!” She said in a whiney tone. You rolled your eyes and she pushed you against the locker. “Back off slut HES mine!” That set you over the edge. A slut? Seriously? You punched the girl in the face and she fell back ending up with a bloody nose. “Fuck you.” You said before walking away.

In second period you were called to the office and they said you were suspended for a week for violence on school grounds and you were so pissed off. You grabbed your bag and left the school walking home. At your house you were watching T.V in your lazy outfit which was just shorts and a sports bra until you received a text.

Unknown:

Heard you got sent home.

Do you want me to bring u notes?

You:

Who is this?

Unknown:

It’s Tom silly 😜

You:

Sure.

You completely forgot to text him and you looked at the piece of paper with his number and crumbled it away. Your friend must’ve given it to him. He’s so persistent it’s sort of cute? Yet annoying… you smacked yourself grossed out by your thoughts.

In the afternoon Tom came over and you lead him up to your room. He smiled and he gave you the notes. As you copied them down he looked at you the entire time, it caught your attention so you looked up into his dark brown eyes. “What is it?” You ask. And he just shook his head implying nothing and it was just silence. After you were done he finally spoke. “You’re pretty, truly pretty.” You thought he was just causally saying it and you had replied: “yeah, I’m told that a lot. Thanks.” “You heard it, but do you truly know it?” Him saying that caught you off guard and you looked into his eyes again with a mixture of confusion and a bit of annoyance??

He leaned forward putting his hand on your cheek. “May I kiss you? Please?” You leaned into his hand and nodded. It felt right in the moment. He smiled and leaned in kissing you softly. You closed your eyes as you felt him caress your cheek and his lips were so soft and sweet. You both had a small make out session before he broke the kiss. “So the party tonight? Are you going?” You nodded and he kissed your cheek.

You both had fun for a while before he went home to get ready for the party.

Timeskip-2 hours later:

At the party your hair was curled, you wore a short black dress with black heels had dark makeup on with red lipstick and red press ons. You went straight for the drinks and poured a shot of vodka to get the party started. They started playing your favorite song and you got so excited and you danced with some other people that crowded the area. As you danced you felt hands grab your waist and you turned to see who it was and it was the host of the party. Since you just wanted to have fun you smiled and talked with him introducing yourself to him and such. Tom did not like that. He walked up to you both and he grabbed your wrist before holding your waist glaring at the host. “She’s taken.” He said coldly. You looked into his eyes and he seemed so pissed it was so unsettling.

He pulled you into one of the extra rooms before closing and locking the door. “What the hell?!” He said pissed off. You were so confused why he was so mad. But him mad was sexy. “What’s your problem?” You said loudly and he leaned closer so that his chest was pressing on yours. “You are mine. My date. You can’t just flirt with that sleaze bag in front of me!” You were feeling a little turned on. “Maybe.. I’ll just have to show everyone that you’re mine.” He started kissing your neck and leaving marks and it felt so good to even push him off. He sucked and licked the bruises before kissing your jawline. You started feeling wet that it felt like it was dripping down your thigh.

He leaned you against the bed and he pulled your dress down marking your chest and collarbones and he kissed your lips hungrily. “Scheiße, du bist so sexy” he whispered into your ear. You wrapped your arms around him and he started pulling your dress off completely. He noticed the wet spot in your panties and he chuckled. “Excited now are we?” He said and you just nodded craving his warm touch. You couldn’t believe you were going to do this with him… ybut you wanted to live young and you kissed him. He ran his hands up and down your body and he pulled your panties off.

He wasted no time into putting his erection inside of you and groaning at the warmth he felt when he was in you. So tight and perfect. As he fucked you, you moaned out his name and he smiled as he went faster and faster. “Such a good girl f’me taking me in so well.” As he was about to cum he pulled out leaving you empty and you groaned and he put his dick inside your mouth. “Take it all baby.. suck it.” You happily did so and tears streamed down your face as you sucked him dry. He came inside your mouth and you swallowed most of it but some left your mouth and he smiled gently and wiped it off.

He placed a kiss on your forehead praising you for doing such an amazing job.

Timeskip-a week later

By now you and Tom flirted a lot yet you both haven’t had sex except for the party. What Tom didn’t know was that you had a bit of a drug addiction. The host at the party was your dealer, and you were in the park and you were paying him for some heroin as you grabbed it and started walking back home Tom had followed you and yanked the heroin from you. “What the fuck y/n?! This stuff is dangerous.” You jumped surprised that he was behind you and you could tell he was hurt and angry he grabbed your face harshly and yelled at you causing you to cry. “You can’t be doing this stuff! It’s not safe I care about you? Don’t you care about us!?” He let go dropping the heroin on the ground and you picked it up putting it in your pocket before following him. “Tom wait please I’m sorry.. I was gonna tell you!” “You have been doing this for a while!?” He said angry. He felt upset and he kissed you before walking away and you cried.

When you went home you noticed he had shut the curtain and he hadn’t texted you, you decided to go to his house and knock on the door. He answered and he looked like he didn’t want to see you but before he could close the door you stopped him. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He said in defeat. You nod before saying “I’ll quit okay? I want something more with us.” “I will be here and help you every step of the way.” He kissed you and kissed your head before letting you inside.

For hours you talked and opened up to him about everything and why you started doing drugs and he grabbed your hand. “Please be my girlfriend.” He said and you smiled kissing him. “Of course I will.”

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[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part XI

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a/n: so this is totally unrelated to the story and obey me entirely but if any of you are bsd enjoyers did y’all read chapter 107?? y’all almost didn’t get a new chapter of this story bc of that damn chapter. it made me want to jump off the nearest 50ft building. I wanted to die after reading that fr, so bc asagri made me cry we’re getting double angst for this chapter. anyway I’m done with my rant now enjoy!

oh and p.s. I’m putting which perspective you’re reading as since some found it confusing last chapter. the original is og MC, and the wrathful human is wrath! MC just in case it’s confusing!

warnings: slightly longer chapter, lesson 16 spoilers, descriptions of dying, choking, mentions of blood, abuse of pacts (slightly)

a success for one side

The perspective of the original

“Lucifer was there really no other way we could have done that?” Levi asked, struggling to get up off the ground. His whole body ached and blood dripped from his mouth pooling onto the planetarium ground in heavy amounts.

“Levi close yer mouth, you're gonna lose more blood if ya keep it open” Mammon said, making his way over to his younger brother.

“Yeah there could have been a different way of doing this, we’re not all masochists, like you Lucifer” Satan spat. Blood then fell from his nose onto his shirt and he cursed in response.

“In my defense I never agreed to this” Asmo yelled. “My whole body is covered in bruises and blood Lucifer! I have a photoshoot on Monday!”

“Belphie’s out cold” Beel said, moving closer to his twin ignoring the blood falling from his face.

“That’s no surprise, Mc really did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out for a few hours because of it.” Satan sighed.

“I’ll take him to your room, Beel.” Lucifer said, walking over to pick up the youngest.

“Lucifer ya look like you're gonna fall over” Mammon said watching the oldest slowly walk over to their younger brother.

“I’m fine,” He stated. “For now we should focus on cleaning ourselves up and heading after Mc”

“I doubt Mc wants to see us right now…” Levi sighed.

“Levi, close your mouth” Mammon yelled as blood began to fall on him.

“Ahh!” Levi screamed.

Mammon sighed and helped Levi and the rest of his brothers get up after Lucifer left with Belphie. If he’s being honest he doesn’t remember much of what happened due to blacking out halfway through your wrath episode. After you were done he and his brothers each woke up laying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them.

He honestly didn’t like Lucifer’s plan of taunting you into a pact, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted you to stay here.

You needed to stay here.

More often then he and his brothers would like to admit they really did miss their Mc. However they did love and enjoy your company just as much. Their only wish was that their Mc was just like you.

Interacting and having fun with you was always bittersweet in a sense since it reminded them of a time before the incident, a happier time before everything went downhill.

If only you could have forgiven them.

It didn’t matter how much they did miss their own Mc, because they were going to keep you here in their place. You reminded them of the personality they were used to, it was as if this other version of you currently with them had completely forgotten about the incident and moved on with their life.

Sure you had a breakdown or two about your feelings but they sincerely apologized about what happened and you forgave them, causing them to finally be able to move on as well.

They all believed everything was going great, after all you never complained or spoke about anything being wrong with them so they were blind to the truth. You went along with everything and anything they did which made them desire your attention and affection more. These demons were so touch starved for you to the point of it becoming a problem.

However they weren’t going to lie, seeing you that upset really did hurt them. Most of them disagreed with Lucifer’s first plan to make a pact with you, and the second plan made the brothers split in half. The third and last plan was the one they currently just carried out.

It was because Lucifer had the bright idea to upset you so much that you’d finally be willing to make a pact with him for your enjoyment. Belphie also making a pact with you was a bonus, after all the youngest finally got what he wanted, even if it did cost him.

As Mammon finally finished cleaning up Levi and a few more of his brothers he couldn’t help but wonder where you were heading off too. You mentioned you had something to do after you dealt with them, he just couldn’t remember what it was…

After leaving the House of Lamentation you stormed in the direction of the Demon Lord's Castle, with the intent of speaking to the prince and his butler. Nothing but pure rage filled your thoughts as you clenched your bloody fists. You were going to demand them to send you back to your timeline no matter what.

As you reached the door to the castle you prepared to knock, however before you even got the chance the door opened revealing a smiling Barbatos on the other side.

“Good evening Mc, what brings you here? If I’m not mistaken I don’t remember arranging for you to come over.”

“I need to speak with Diavolo.” You simply stated, right now you were not in the mood to make small talk with the butler.

“Ah well we should get you cleaned up first and foremost you appear to be bleeding” Barbatos said reaching for your hand.

Reluctantly you let him take it and examine the condition of your bloodied hands and arms. “Don’t worry about it, it's not my blood anyway.” You said pulling away.

Barbatos’ eyes widened just the slightest as he gave you a surprised look before trying to speak again, only to get cut off by the prince himself.

“Mc are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Diavolo asked, slightly frantically as he made his way over to you pushing his butler aside in the process.

“Like I said previously I’m fine. I’m not the one you should be asking that question too anyway”

Diavolo looked confused then spoke. “What do you mean? Did you happen to get into a fight with some demons? Where are the brothers..?”

“At the House of Lamentation. Listen I didn’t come here to talk about them I came here to ask for help Dia”

“Of course Mc, but first I need to ask, what’s wrong? Are you in any danger of some sorts, if you are I assure you Barbatos and I can take care of it”

You sighed before speaking. How were you to go about telling the demon prince himself that you were from a different timeline? Your Barbatos told you not to mention that detail at all costs because it could somehow affect the future, however you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in a place like this. This timeline was beginning to bring out parts of yourself you tried so hard to keep hidden, who knows what else it could cause you to do if you stayed here any longer…

“I am not your Mc.” You stated.

Diavolo and Barbatos shared a confused glance at each other before you continued.

“I’m from a different timeline where different events have occurred, but somehow I got switched with your Mc from this timeline. I need your help to get back before I cause anymore damage here then I already have.”

It was silent for a few seconds, and the two who were standing in front of you stared at you with blank faces. Seconds soon turned into minutes and you began to get worried since neither of them showed any signs of responding.

Anxious now you prepared to defend your words until Diavolo smiled and walked towards you, with Barbatos soon following behind.

“Oh Mc, don’t worry I believe you, after all I could tell right away that you weren’t from here!” Diavolo laughed.

“Is that so…?” You said awkwardly.

“Of course! You’re much nicer and more understanding than our Mc. Your personality sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison. And it’s a bit suspicious when I get glares and eye rolls one day and a hug and nickname the next. No human I’ve met changes personalities that fast.”

“Ah I see…so then I take it you’ll help me get back?”

“Oh I think you misunderstand, I never said that.” Diavolo smiled.

“What?” You replied, taking a small step back.

“See, with you here the exchange program is producing wonderful results! Better than I expected actually. Well that and everyone here seems to enjoy your presence, including me. So you wouldn’t want to leave us so soon now, would you?” Diavolo said, invading your personal space. The demon prince was speaking with such a friendly tone it was as if you were having tea with him and joking around.

“I have to go home, I need to go home. Please believe me you all are wonderful but this isn’t where I belong. I feel suffocated here, and to be frank I don’t feel the same way I feel about my demons when I’m with you all.”

Diavolo frowned and sighed. “It’s okay, you’ll feel the same in due time, after all we’re all very alike right?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glared back at him. “No I won’t. I refuse to stay here because you don’t have a good relationship with your Mc. You need to figure out what the fuck you did wrong and fix it.”

“Don’t drag me here as a replacement to fix all your problems. Because if you do that then you are just like them. You have no concern for our feelings whatsoever.” You spat.

Barbatos then returned your glare and made his way towards you. “I understand you’re upset but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the young master in such a manner. Don’t forget your place Mc.”

“That’s enough Barbatos.” Diavolo said, putting his hand up.

“If Mc won’t comply then we’ll just take them by force.”

“No you won-“

“Please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be Mc.” Diavolo said, and that was the last thing you heard before blacking out.

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The perspective of a wrathful human

You were on top of Belphegor on the floor as he weakly tried to pry your hands from his throat. The demon in front of you was hanging onto what little conscience he had left as he watched your face morph into a smile.

“How does it feel to have your throat crushed by someone you so dearly placed your trust in?”

Belphegor let out a choked noise in response.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant” you said, then proceeded to lean down applying more pressure onto his throat.

Belphegor began to bleed from his mouth as you laughed. You kept spitting out nonsense about killing him as he tried to get you off, so in the process you proceeded to get his blood all over your arms.

This scene in general didn’t look too pleasant from afar, so you can believe the brothers utter shock when they busted through the planetarium doors frantic, at the sound of choking and laughing.

At first they feared the worst and thought it to be you choking and being killed again, however nothing could have prepared them upon seeing you bloodied and on top of the youngest brother.

Belphie looked utterly horrible. His complexion was paler than usual and the corners of his mouth began to turn purple and blue accompanied by red blood falling from the side.

When he heard his brothers enter the room his head instantly turned to face them and he unconsciously reached out for them.

After a second of silence due to trying to process the situation Lucifer and Beel were soon darting towards your direction faster than you had ever seen them. In seconds flat they were ripping you off of the youngest who was still out if it.

“Mc what in the Devildom is wrong with you?” Lucifer yelled, grabbing tightly onto one of your arms. He tried his best not to hurt you, but seeing his brother being strangled by you really set him off.

“Mc stop it now” Beel said, slightly raising his voice as he grabbed your other arm. He didn’t want to see you two fight, it broke his heart. The two people he cared about the most were going at it again, he couldn’t lose Belphie, but he didn’t want to let his temper get the best of him and end up hurting you too.

“Get off of me you damn demons” you screamed as they held you up.

“Mc calm down.” Lucifer said, grabbing your arm tighter than before.

“Shut up! I’m going to kill him, he deserves it”

“Mc stop!” Asmo yelled from afar.

“No, you don’t know what it's like, any of you!”

“What in the Devildom are you going on about Mc?” Lucifer said, at this point he was soon reaching a breaking point with you and this tantrum.

“You don’t know what it feels like to be killed do you?”

“To have your throat crushed. Or to feel as if your lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in your system. After that is the horrible headache and throbbing pain that consumes your head and your thinking. In a state of panic like that you then feel your limbs become limp as you try and free yourself. However due to the lack of strength you can’t do anything except deal with what fate has in store for you.”

“Dying is absolutely terrifying”

“However what makes everything even worse is the fact that afterwards I have to live in the same house with the same demon who put me through all of that and pretend everything is just fine. When in fact everything is just worse”

Lucifer and Beel’s grip on you had losend the slightest as they watched you squirm. Upon hearing your words they swallowed hard, trying to come up with some type of response, but before any of them could continue you began to speak again.

“If I kill him it will all be over.”

“What will killing Belphie accomplish, Mc.” Beel asked, then tightened his grip on your arm.

“Everything! All the nightmares will finally go away, all the panic attacks and breakdowns will stop. And maybe, just maybe I can have a normal conversation with other demons without my body being terrified for my life. Maybe I can be touched by a demon and not have my skin feel as if it will burn itself. Everything will be better once he’s gone” you screamed, trying your best to get free from the two brothers' hold.

The brothers stared at you in silence as they took in the severity of your words. Had you really suffered this much without them knowing? Had their Mc gone through this as well…? How long before their Mc got over it?

Did they ever get over it? How did their Mc feel about the whole situation, they never got to talk about it after all.

How many nights did they wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their face, or how many nights did they stay up because they couldn’t sleep due to the nightmares?

You went through all this trauma by yourself without any of them being there to comfort you, no wonder you were upset.

However while the brothers were all thinking deeply about your words you were on an adrenaline high with no signs of coming down soon.

“Let go of me and stay out of the way. All six if you” you shouted.

The tone was that of a command, and no later than a second you were free and heading back to the youngest as fast as you could.

Lucifer cursed himself for letting his guard down, their whole purpose was to make sure you didn’t use the pacts but that plan failed.

As you jumped back onto Belphegor you punched him in the face causing blood to spill out the other side of his mouth.

“Mc stop please, don’t hurt Belphie” Beel yelled, trying his best to break free from the pact.

It was no use because his words fell on deaf ears. You were too busy beating the shit out of the demon you were on top of.

Belphie accepted what you were doing with an occasional grunt here and there as you continued to punch his face. He did feel bad, he felt horrible honestly, but if this made you feel better then he was willing to let you get all your anger out. After all he deserved it, is what he believed.

As the youngest brothers face continued to get bloodied, some of his brothers looked away while others tried their best to speak to you, Beel was the only one who was struggling to break free so that he could save Belphegor.

“Mc…” you faintly heard from the demon in front of you.

“What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please hear me out really quick, i promise it’ll be fast” he spoke dryly.

You gave him another punch before stopping for a brief moment. “Well get on with it”

Belphegor cleared his throat and tried to sit up the best he could to look you in the eyes. Sighing he then spoke.

“I understand it’s very selfish of me to tell you something like this, but I really want you to hear me out.”

You raised your eyebrows and then he continued.

“Mc I’m so sorry. Truly I really am, I was wrong about humans, I was wrong about everything. After Lilith’s death I was filled with so much anger towards humans. However I realize now that I shouldn’t have taken it out on you because you were only trying to help.”

“I never apologized to you after because I was too scared of what you would say. I was too scared you’d never forgive me so I swept it under the rug and tried to pretend it never happened. I’m just a damn coward. Only now did I realize my brothers and I didn’t ask how you felt. We just went on with life leaving you to deal with all the trauma.”

“I apologize because you should have never had to go through an event as traumatic as dying. I didn’t realize all those things you dealt with were because of me so I want you to know I’ll try my best to fix them now, if you’ll let me. If not then I accept whatever punishment you have in mind. “

“I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart I really am truly sorry. I love you so much Mc and if you forgive me then great, however I don’t expect you to. It’s selfish of me to ask you to make that decision, so I promise to deal with whatever you want to do, if it’ll make you happy”

You felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor making it a darker color than it previously was. However you couldn’t figure out why you were crying. How long has it been since you actually cried like this?

You hit Belphie again as tears continued to fall, but this time your hits were much lighter and softer so they didn’t actually hurt the seventh born.

“Mc, I-“

“Shut up!”

You screamed. You didn’t want to hear him right now, you didn’t want to face the fact that an apology such as that one actually was sincere and filled with emotion, unlike the halfhearted apologies your demons gave you.

You now had to come to terms with the fact that you had finally gotten an apology from the heart like you had wanted. To you it didn't matter if they were your demons or not, all that matters was that Belphegor had finally apologized.

Belphie opened his arms and smiled, waiting patiently for a hug. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him for a moment, and after what felt like forever you slowly inched closer to him,

Hesitantly you leaned forward slowly into the hug, and once you hit his chest he engulfed you with his arms. You freaked out for a second but he reassured you that he was happy you chose to hug him.

“Mc thank you for trusting me like this.” Belphie said.

You held your head low and sighed before speaking.

“Just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean everything is magically better, you demons are so naive.”

Next part

a/n: so how are we finding about this chapter? there are a few things I do want to ask if you did notice, and a couple questions I have for y’all, you can think about these or just answer in the comments! i just want to understand what y’all think is all!

- first off, what do you think og MC did to the brothers to leave them that beat up?

- can you find the lesson 16 dialogue in the second part of this chapter?

- did you notice how wrath! MC was just happy with heartfelt apology? It didn’t matter if it was from their demons or the ones in the og timeline, unlike the og MC who didn’t quite feel filled with the other brothers apology.

- and lastly would you personally, forgive Belphie after an apology like that?

thanks for reading! <3

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Chapter 6:   Scarry truth        18+ (Please be aware that there is explicit content here)   Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 5k Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, strap on use, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader , Wanda being with another character, angst,  Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: When Wanda invited you over for coffee after work, she never expected that a slight deviation from her plans would send her spiraling, or push her to fall back into old habits. But would it give her what she really wants?   Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6, Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10 Series materlist                                     Masterlist of all my works

On Monday morning Wanda woke up feeling truly rested. It was still early, but that didn’t bother her. She had spent the previous day immersed in your daydreams, indulging herself thoroughly and loving every second of it. It was heavenly to let go, to have someone sharing in her desires. Someone who understood. It felt freeing to know she wasn’t alone. You were her perfect counterpart and she found it easier to see herself as the dominant in your fantasies, getting to do to you all the things you so clearly enjoyed. With that thought, she started getting ready for the day ahead. She pulled out her headphones, which, left unused for quite some time, she had to find first and she started a playlist on her phone. She had spent enough time with you, or rather your thoughts, to know quite a lot of your favorite songs and she added them, letting the first one play while she made breakfast. Truly, she was refreshed. Energy surged and she had a new inspiration for a painting of hers, already imagining herself freeing a few hours in her afternoon, so she could start. Who know her little neighbor could be such a miracle worker. With such thoughts and the music playing loudly, Wanda dancing to the beat while she made waffles, she didn’t even hear her sons come down the stairs. She realized they were already up when her body stiffened, attacked by their little hands, which wrapped themselves around her in their hugs and she had to stifle and surprised scream, making the boys laugh. “Good morning, mom” They smiled mischievously at her, watching her pull out the headphones and putting her phone away. “Good morning.” She smiled back, ruffling their hair happily. “Anyone hungry?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Her sons were always hungry. “Yes!” They responded in unison, watching her and trying to figure out what she was making. “Good. Go get napkins and some cutlery for the table. I’m almost done.” She explained, purposefully avoiding the answer to their unspoken question. “Are those waffles?” Tommy finally asked, taking out napkins, while his brother picked out forks. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” She responded coyly, her mood lifting even more. Wanda watched her children eat, putting away the dishes once they were done, planning out her day, when she felt you stir. She gave you the space to get ready for the day and she left the house, pretending to do something in the garden as she waited for you to come out. What she didn’t plan on, however, was how she’d see you. You were wearing a white vest, but her eyes immediately narrowed at the fact that there was no shirt underneath it, your arms exposed and the tops of your breasts peeking out. There was no blazer in sight either and she immediately realized that that’s the way you’d spend your day. The white pants you had chosen clung to your every curve, which, now that she’d seen, she could imagine even more vividly and she cursed internally. You wore high heels, the way you often did for work, your legs looking even longer and more alluring. “Hi, neighbor!” Wanda greeted, waving at you, taking this time to breathe in and calm her nerves. Damn, you really did need your mommy to tell you not to wear such things. Did you not know what you looked like? What it could do to people? “Oh, hi, Wanda.” You waved back, approaching her fence. “How are you this morning.” “I’m great!” She admitted honestly, a genuine smile gracing her features. “I just woke up feeling so positive and energized. Which reminds me… ” She paused slightly. “The kids just love waffles and I made way too much. Let me go grab you some to take with you for work!” She said, already turning towards her house. Your protests fell on deaf ears and Wanda walked into her home, having the food already packed and she waited a little bit, not to seem like she had planned this, just so she would give them to you and she walked outside with a container, handing it to you. “You really don’t have to. Please.” You tried to argue, but it was useless against her. “I insist.” She said simply, her green eyes fixing you with an unrecognizable look while you contemplated. “Aren’t we friends?” She added, smiling when she saw you hesitate and watched all your defenses crumble at that. “Thank you!” You said with a small smile, your hand reaching out to take the food she had made. “My pleasure.” She said happily, now that you had accepted. “So how are you? How was Sunday with no strangers in your house?” She asked, referring to herself and the little pool party you had. “Honestly? Boring. I quite liked your company.” You admitted with more honesty than Wanda expected, your eyes sparkling at the words and the woman stood taken aback by it. It was true that she had asked for the compliment, or at least prompted it, but it still struck a strange cord of longing in her. “You know, if you keep saying things like that, you won’t be able to get rid of me.” Wanda tried to joke, but her voice didn’t quite have that cheerful tone, betraying a little of her real feelings. “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not trying to.” You smiled warmly, realizing that you actually did want to spend more time with the woman. You liked your conversations with her, enjoyed getting to know her a little. “Oh, Y/N, stop sweet talking me, before I make you late for work.” She waved her hands, smiling. “Swing by when you finish, we’ll have a cup of coffee. Mine’s not as good as yours, mind you, but it’ll do.” She suggested, her eyes fixed on you, reading every small expression. “I might be late, I probably have a mountain of things waiting for me.” You explained. “But if I make it before dinner I’ll be happy to come over and share some of my own recipes.” “Well, then I won’t keep you.” Wanda said, a huge smile spreading across her face. “Have a good day, Y/N.” “I hope you have a great day too, Wanda.” You returned her smile, the woman’s energy entirely infectious. “Thank you again for the waffles!” You said a bit louder as you walked away and watched the woman dismiss you with a wave of her hand, as if it was nothing. Happy with her little interaction with you, Wanda thought that her day was going even better than expected and that pushed her into a wave of hyperactivity. She let the boys play, though her eyes were often following them, while she did some cleaning and organizing, prepared lunch and put the boys to bed for a couple of hours while she started on her painting. She didn’t miss the chance to take her headphones and listen to more of your music, feeling surrounded by you as she did it, her brushstrokes confident, because she already had the image of what she wanted in her head. When her sons woke up, she took them to the park. The day was warm and sunny and she didn’t want to keep them in that house all the time. She took a ball and a couple more of their favorite toys and she sat on a bench, watching them play, the smiles never leaving their faces. They reminded her so much of her and her brother when they were young. They were so close. Even when they disagreed, they were so connected, that other children sometimes found it hard to approach them. They didn’t need anyone else to have a good time and they knew each-other so well. Wanda sometimes watched in awe, when Billy and Tommy played football for example. They didn’t need more than a glance at each-other to know what the other would do and they made such a formidable team that other kids sometimes felt left out, but quite honestly, she loved that about them. When they were properly exhausted from all their activities, Wanda took them for ice cream and her heart filled with joy at their loud cheers. Of course, they wanted way more than they could eat, the way children often did when it came to treats and she knew she’ll most likely have to finish whatever they couldn’t and she wasn’t wrong, but she couldn’t care less. When she got home, she realized that you’d probably be back soon enough and despite having things to fill her time, she couldn’t stop looking at the clock, the minutes ticking by slowly and your absence filling her with an unsettling feeling she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Suddenly, she realized that she had been waiting for this all day, she had somehow hyped herself for it and you were late. Wanda looked at her phone, her eyes narrowing. She knew she had no new messages, but the confirmation annoyed her and she found herself passing by the windows that looked over to your house more often. Your car wasn’t there, so she knew you weren’t back yet, but that only frustrated her more. You worked too much. You were meant to be with her right now, sipping her coffee and telling her about yourself, not in some office, exhausting yourself. After another hour passed, Wanda’s mood had gotten worse. She hadn’t realized how much this meant to her, until she was left standing in the middle of her house with no messages from you and a sickening feeling of expectancy. That’s when she realized that she had put too much hope into your interactions. She had ignored all her worries, concerns, all her rules when she came to this town. She was here to have a normal life, to be with her sons, to get away from the things that had pushed her life into chaos, not chase after them. Of course, you had nothing to do with that. But you tempted her. Your presence, your alluring personality most of all, made her embrace so much of her magic again, made her fall back into a pattern of obsession and distrust. She knew it wasn’t healthy. She knew that what she did was wrong, that she had crossed so many lines, but your interactions, even if a little bit set up, were real. What she said, what she felt, what she wanted was quite real. And she knew you were a genuine person too. Perhaps that’s what frustrated her most. She discovered that you were wonderful and that a casual interest had quickly grown into a full blown chase for her. Wanda Maximoff actually liked you. God, she was fucked. She wasn’t meant to have any romantic feelings. The people she loved never had a good fate. They got hurt… Or worse. The realization, more than anything, scared Wanda, her initial frustration over your absence, quickly turning into anxiety. She got too involved, too invested in this, she dove in head first into feelings she didn’t know how to handle. Pacing around the house, trying not to seem as nervous as she felt, she thought of all the implications of continuing on the course she had set. She had no doubt that she could make you hers. You were perfect for her, she could easily show you that… But what then? What if the people she hurt in her past came looking for her? What if they hunted her down and found the life she had built, found you. You were such an easy mark. Would she be able to protect you? God, how could she even tell you who she really was? What she’s done, how many lives she has ruined, how many people she had wronged. Would you look at her the same way if you knew the extent of her monstrosity? Would you fear her then? Could she just lie to you? Was it a lie, if she simply ignored the question of her past and showed you who she was now? So many thoughts swirled in her head and she grew more restless by the second. What was she meant to do? Chase after you? She wanted to. But she was afraid. So many people feared rejection in life, feared that something wouldn’t work out, feared loneliness… Wanda was different. Life had shown her that rejection was easy to move past. She would rather hear you say that she’s unwanted, see you in the arms of another and seethe with jealousy, than watch the love in your eyes fade away at the knowledge of who she really is. Gaining your love, opening up her heart to you and then losing you? How could she live with that? Watching the life drain from you, holding your broken body on the floor and knowing that she’ll never see you smile? God, that could break her. Yes, rejection was simpler. A clear cut that would heal. Loss was a jagged wound that never quite healed. It ached every waking moment of every day and she never wanted to face that again. Yes, the life she had chosen was simpler… The sound of her phone pulled her from her thoughts and she willed herself to pick it up slowly, to calm the way her heart hammered, but her hands shook as soon as she saw your name on her screen. Hi, Wanda! I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to make it today. My calendar is full of meetings until 20:00. Another time? Wanda read and re-read the message a few times, her fingers hovering over the screen. She had a million responses in her head, reassuring you that it was all right, telling you that she understood, making plans with you for another day, but they all died down in the end. It was cruel to do this to herself and unfair to do it to you. With a long, deep breath, Wanda typed back a response, throwing her phone on the couch next to her. Of course. Just that. And it felt so empty that she hurried to get up, hugging her boys tightly and kissing the tops of their heads as she made her way to the fridge and the bottle of white wine she knew she’d find there.                                                  *             *             * The wine, Wanda thought as she sat down in a random café with a stranger, definitely did not help. In fact, she blamed all her bad choices on that bottle, which, to her shame, she had finished all by herself. That’s how she found herself scrolling through that dating app and looking at the different messages women had sent her, picking one that she liked and responding, eventually arranging herself this date that she was now almost regretting. But she was getting ahead of herself. After she’d put the boys to bed, she couldn’t stop thinking about you. She found herself peeking through her windows and watching your movements. You came home at about 21:30 and you crashed on the couch. She could feel all the pent-up stress in you and she had to remind herself that she should stay away from your thoughts. If she was to keep herself away from you, she had to start by pulling away from the thing that had gotten her so involved in the first place. Something easier said than done. She watched you go through your routine, making yourself a sandwich instead of a normal meal, because it was faster and you were almost starved, nervously tapping her foot as she continued to contemplate everything. She couldn’t escape it. The way her brain kept returning to that same thing, kept turning over all the possibilities, scrambling to find a way to both get what she wanted and protect her heart from pain. And it was impossible.   But what really sent her into a spiral came a little later that night. Wanda had tried to watch TV, but even her favorite sitcoms weren’t enough to distract her. She wasn’t even watching. That is until she looked through her window again and saw that the first floor of your house was now dark, and she followed the light up, seeing you through your bedroom window. You were undressing yourself rather carelessly, but Wanda couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. You had already pulled down your pants and were now undoing the buttons of your vest, letting it slide off your shoulders, leaving you in a white bra and panties and causing Wanda’s mouth to run dry. Why did she have to see that? She knew it was wrong of her to keep watching, but she stood frozen in place, her eyes tracing your body, even if she’d seen you naked in your fantasies quite a few times now. But this was different. This was real. Your hands were undoing your bra next and she followed every movement, drinking you in as the garment fell to the floor. God, you were beautiful. Just as beautiful as she remembered and her whole being filled with longing. You could be hers, she could be undressing you right now, kissing you, worshipping you… Fuck, she had to do something, before this obsession consumed her. Better yet, before she was labeled the neighborhood creep for spying on naked girls. And didn’t people often say that the best way to get over someone is to find someone else? Well, that was how her brilliant plan had led her here. On this date with the first random woman, who’s picture she liked. In the morning Wanda arranged a babysitter for the boys. A neighbor she knew and trusted on the rare occasions when she had to leave the house without her sons. She was meant to come in the afternoon and stay with them for a few hours. Why had she done this? Well… She thought it would help her get you out of her mind, so she settled in the booth, across from the woman she had texted with and started up a light conversation. Iris was a couple of years younger than Wanda, a brunette, and had a charming smile, something the redhead didn’t miss the opportunity to point out, making her blush. But even though the date was going well enough, Wanda couldn’t help but think of you. She kept comparing her to you, kept looking at her eyes and searching for yours, kept thinking of what you would say, even though she was here so she could forget you. The knowledge somehow frustrated her. It’s not like she loved you. But she craved that connection with you and in defiance of her own feelings, or perhaps in searching for ways to suppress them, it almost took no effort on her part at all, to have Iris trapped between her own front door and Wanda’s body. “Invite me inside.” Wanda whispered in her ear, more a demand than a request. “What makes you think I want to?” The brunette asked in defiance, even though both her hands were wrapped around the sorceress. “The way you look at me right now.” And it wasn’t the first such look Wanda had gotten during their date. This woman had been eye-fucking her for the past hour. “And you think I’m that easy?” “That’s such a terrible term.” Wanda disagreed. “I know I can make you feel good.” She stated simply. “And I think you want me to.” To accentuate her words, she let her hips grind against the other woman, so she could feel the toy in her pants, giving her a moment to really entice her, before pulling away and hearing the woman gasp softly. “Invite me inside?” She asked this time, a smile gracing her lips, because she knew there is no way her date would refuse her. “Please, come inside.” The woman smiled back after a few more seconds of hesitation, pulling her in for a brief kiss, before she turned around to unlock her door. “Oh, I will.” Wanda practically purred, unable to resist a smirk at the double meaning and earning herself an almost audible eyeroll. Once inside, the two women quickly moved passed the pleasantries, barely pausing while the brunette offered Wanda a drink and watched her gulp down a glass of whisky in one go and soon Wanda was being dragged through a room and lead into a messy bedroom. “Sorry about the clutter.” Iris apologized, a little embarrassed, since she obviously did not expect company. “I don’t care about that.” Wanda responded, pulling her in for a kiss and tossing her onto the messy bed. And she really didn’t. Normally she’d be far more critical of the unkept room, but as it was, she was desperate for a distraction. Oh, how wrong she was to think this would help. Wanda let her hands roam Iris’s body, tearing her clothes off of her hastily and refusing to think of the way she looked nothing like you, felt nothing like you. She pushed away every thought of you, refused to see your face, when she closed her eyes, fought every urge to conjure the sound of your voice and every second passed excruciatingly slow. Every touch felt forced, felt wrong, because it was never meant for this stranger.   In the end, Wanda gave up. The rest of their encounter becoming a blur. Between drinking and her heart protesting the intimacy she shared with another, Wanda had no choice, continuously drifting to images of you, of your fantasies coming to life, behind Wanda’s closed lids. She could only hope that she did as well as she imagined. When it was all over, somehow, opening her eyes to the visage of another woman startled Wanda. Iris certainly looked happy with the orgasm she received, her body twitching with aftershocks and a satisfied grin never leaving her face, but Wanda had thought of you the entire time and being met with someone else’s face came as a shock, before she had to remind herself why she had done this. It seemed somehow empty now, after the fact, but before she could process it fully, she was pulled back into reality by Iris’s voice. The brunette flipped Wanda on her back and she dutifully removed all her clothes and took off the strap on and the dildo that was attached to it, putting them to the side and staring hungrily into Wanda’s wet pussy. Iris didn’t ask for permission, nor did she hesitate, before she leaned down, her tongue swiping over Wanda’s clit softly and getting a taste of her. The redhead sorceress stood there frozen for a moment, her eyes following the woman above her cautiously, and her body rigid. That was not what she imagined in the slightest, not what she thought it would feel like at all. With all the women she’d been with, all the times she imagined herself taking control, she never felt so empty or so unfulfilled by the encounter. Even when she held back, when she suppressed all her urges, she still felt so much more fulfilled, than she did in this moment. “Is everything all right?” Iris somehow startled her and pulled her from her thoughts and Wanda realized that she hadn’t moved this entire time. “Yes.” Wanda barely whispered, faking a smile and closing her eyes in an attempt to reign in her disappointment. When she looked at Iris, she felt nothing and when she closed her eyes, trying to let her body feel good, enjoy the way she was being treated, she just couldn’t. Something was missing and she struggled to find it, her breaths growing shallow. “Do you need me to do something different, baby?” Iris pulled away again after a few minutes, the disappointment in her eyes obvious. “You can tell me what you need.” Wanda had been so eager to be with her, so happy to fuck her into a mind-blowing orgasm, yet the woman was hardly enjoying herself and Iris feared she wasn’t doing a good job, feared she’ll never see her again. “No, no, don’t stop.” Wanda said, a little desperate, feeling the other woman resume her ministrations. She felt gentle kitten licks on her pussy, her body responding to the stimulation even when her brain resisted and Wanda felt herself slip. Despite her own protests, despite knowing that she shouldn’t, she allowed herself to see you between her legs, to imagine what you’d do when you tried to please her and her heart leaped to see your face. She just knew you’d love being on your knees for her, getting desperately turned on to look at her wet folds and waiting for her permission to finally taste her. She’d be so proud to see your cute face covered in her juices while she praised you for “making Mommy cum so good”. You’d be such an adorable little thing, offering her your fingers and then licking them clean, when she was done cumming all over them. God, better yet, tying you up to the bed and putting a vibrator against your clit and Wanda playing with the remote control while she rode your tongue. She could edge you like that, while she came all over your face, orgasm after orgasm washing over her, until she was too overwhelmed and overstimulated to continue. When she’s done, she’d take it away and fuck you senseless with her strap, erasing any thought, that someone else would ever make you feel as good as she did. God, the possibilities… With each new idea, each new image of you at her mercy, Wanda climbed higher. Her hands ran through Iris’s hair, gripping it and guiding the woman, her hips canting up in impatience as she chased her orgasm. She felt it building, deep in the pit of her stomach and she squeezed her eyes tightly, as if she feared to open her eyes, feared to face her reality and your absence. “Oh my God, just like that, baby!” She encouraged, picturing your cute face and your pretty eyes looking up at her for validation, loving to hear her praise. “Don’t stop, Y/N! Make me cum!” She moaned, her fingers tightening around the strands of the brunette’s hair, pulling her even closer to her center, just as she started to fall over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her quickly, a little forced, but powerful and she rode out the waves of pleasure with the thought of you, her hips still canting up and helping her ride it out in bliss, only releasing the woman, when she was completely spent and her body slumped against the mattress. Wanda felt her date climb up her body, lying next to her on the bed, but being sensible enough not to touch her and she reminded herself that she’ll see Iris’s face once she opens her eyes and not yours, yet when their eyes met, she still had to cover her disappointment. “So, who’s Y/N?” Iris broke the silence and watched Wanda’s eyes grow large in shock. “You said her name earlier.” The brunette clarified, but stayed calm. “When did I…’’ Wanda stopped, as she remembered it. She wasn’t meant to say your name. She wasn’t meant to think of you. Yet, she knew, she wouldn’t be able to cum, if she didn’t. “Please tell me she’s not your girlfriend.” Iris kept her eyes on Wanda. “No… Not my girlfriend…” Wanda murmured, her thoughts so distant, she hardly registered the other woman’s presence. God, what had she done? This was a mistake. Looking around at the strange, unkept room and the naked woman next to her, Wanda started to panic. She didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to feel this woman’s fingers run up and down her forearm… Her nakedness made her feel vulnerable and exposed, as if caught doing something wrong. She felt dirty suddenly, as if the other woman’s touch had left a visible trace on her skin. She looked around nervously, internal panic starting to set in and urging her to leave, feeling trapped under the other woman’s sheets, under her gaze that continued to study her, as if she wanted to find what’s wrong with her and fix her. God, when did she become a charity case? Suddenly, Wanda rose from her spot on the bed, that seemed too small, reeking of the woman, who wasn’t you. She started to dress herself hurriedly, gathering her things, while Iris followed her movement in a melancholy way. She seemed saddened somehow, yet unsurprised. She refused to ask why she was leaving in such a rush, although Wanda could feel she hoped for an explanation, hoped to hear Wanda say that she’ll call her, that they’ll see each-other again, that this wasn’t a fleeting, meaningless date. Wanda’s heart ached, her thoughts spinning out of control. She felt so disheartened by her own future, and equally saddened for Iris, for what she was doing to her, what she knew was a cruel way to end things. She had accepted her in her home, in her bed, in her own body, let Wanda satiate her need… The woman didn’t deserve to be left like this. When did Wanda become so callused? Pausing, Wanda did what she knew was the right thing to do. The kind thing to do. She swallowed her own feelings, for a moment forgetting everything that was waying her down, that tormented her and kept her from claiming the happiness she craved and she took Iris’s hands in her own. She let the woman walk her out, kissing her lips softly at the door and telling her what a lovely time she had. It was painful to drive away, her eyes lingering on the woman at the door, until she could no longer see her, doing everything she could to keep herself together, feeling her tears spill from her eyes and the road becoming a blur. God, this was a mistake. Hurting that woman was a mistake. Letting you get so close to her, getting so attached to you was a mistake. She should have stayed away, should have left you alone, when she understood how addictive you were. She should have… But it was way too late now.  

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[mangekyuou]

Hi. I hope your having a god day and i also hope you’re still taking requests. Can the story take place in modern Au and take place the night after reader and Sabo were having sex. Sabo smacks her ass and she comes to it. But she so used to vanilla stuff that she’s embarrassed and tries to avoid Sabo the next day. But it end up with him confronting her and going absolutely feral on her because he wanted to all this stuff ever since they been together

FLUSTERED+ / ☻

☻  /  pairing . . .  f!reader x sabo.

☻  /  type of love . . .  romantic.  physical.

☻  /  content warnings . . .  nsfw. she/her pronouns used. afab!reader. ( “cunt” used to describe gentials among others ) mean dom sabo. unprotected sex. rough sex. vaginal penetration. dirty talk. degradation. ass slapping. etc. modern au. not proofread. minors DNI.

☻  /  commentary . . .  posting a smut at 5am on a monday morning ?? king shit. this is probably the kinkiest thing i’ve written so far ?? have no clue what came over me. i’m not even a sabo fucker...but...i hope i made sabo feral enough for you. thank you for requesting !! 

“Care to explain why you’ve been avoiding me all day?” The blond questioned, leaning against the door frame. Stripped down from his usual attire, Sabo was still in his light blue trousers and long-sleeved dark blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. The top few buttons of his shirt were left undone, exposing his collar bone and his upper chest.

The look on his face was a mixture of emotions. Though the one that stood out to her the most was the look of disappointment.

He was disappointed in her.

She could feel it.

( y/n ) was sitting on the edge of the bed, avoiding his gaze as she had been since last night. She knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to confront her. She knew it would come soon after what had happened this morning.

She had woken up earlier than he did. It was not an uncommon occurrence, but she would wait in bed for him to wake up. By the time Sabo had finally woken up, she was already up and moving, doing her morning routines which they usually did together.

Upon him getting out of bed, she was practically ready for the day. He had tried to wrap her body in a warm embrace and press a loving kiss to her lips.

She had dodged, turning her head to the side leaving his lips to land on her cheek. He immediately knew something was wrong. But before he could even ask, she unraveled his arm, gave him a rushed goodbye, and headed out of the front door.

It stuck with him all day. He questioned himself, thinking of anything that he could have done wrong.

She didn’t even send him update texts throughout the day like she did most days. She didn’t call him during her break. It was radio silent. It was so unlike her.

( y/n ) continued to avoid him even when she got home. Watching her walk through the front door, barely greet him, and just run off to their shared bedroom, he had enough.

Now here he stood at the door frame with his face full of emotions. Disappointment. Confusion. Sadness.

“( y/n ), please...please just say something to me. Don’t...leave me in the dark.”

She found the courage to look up from the floor, though her line of vision had focused on his legs. She wasn’t ready to meet his eyes yet. She was still suffering from the feeling of embarrassment. After what felt like a long silence, she found the words to speak. No matter how embarrassing, she had to say them. She needed to let him know how she felt.

“I’m embarrassed,” She admitted.

“Embarrassed?” He could not help himself. He left his post at the door frame, walking over to her. He held her face in his hands as if she was a delicate piece of art, forcing her ( e/c ) eyes to look into his own, “What is there to be embarrassed about, my love?”

“Last night.”

The events of last night played through his mind.

Sex.

Images of her naked body below him and her pleasured face filled his mind. Her beautiful, lewd noises still rang in his ear. Was that what she was embarrassed about? Seeing that he wasn’t quite following, she continued, “You...god this is even more embarrassing...”

“( y/n ), just tell me. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s not that. It was something you did...” She trailed off, not wanting to say it. 

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I’m really sorry if I―”

“No, I did like it. In fact, I really...really liked it. That’s why this is so embarrassing. Especially because you did it out of nowhere,” She confessed, feeling a weight being lifted off of her shoulders.

Sabo replayed their night together, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together him. When he finally remembered.

He was fucking her from behind, pounding into her pretty ass at a rough pace. He could hardly control himself. It had been way too long since the last time they fucked.

Someone was always busy or just not feeling it. Oh but now, they both had the time now. By the lustful look in his eye when he climbed on top of her, ( y/n ) already knew she was in for it.

Pounding into her pretty ass at a rough pace, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. Filthy words of just how good she was to him, how amazing her pussy felt around him, how awfully cute her moans of his name and mewls, and how close he knew she was, falling from his mouth.

She had reached back, to place on his hip in order to try to get him to slow down. But of course, he didn’t listen. Rather he pushed her hand away, before landing a hard smack on her ass.

It happened so fast. Releasing the band that had built in her lower stomach, clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her body like a hurricane. She had fallen face first into the pillows of their shared bed, no longer being able to hold herself up. Though she was also glad the pillows hid the embarrassedly fucked out expression on her face.

“So you’re embarrassed because you liked that I smacked your ass?” He questioned, letting go of her face, and taking his place next to her on the edge of their bed.

“You know, you aren’t making it any better by saying it like that. I only feel more embarrassed...” She had trailed off, noticing the blond’s hand rest on her bare thigh. Sabo rubbed soothing circles into the skin of her thigh, “Don’t be embarrassed. Hell, if you like it, then you like it.” He had leaned closer until she could feel his lips graze the shell of her ear, “I liked it too. It was so sexy. Why don’t we explore it more, angel?”

His voice sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t hide the smile forming on her face, “Just how long have you been waiting for me to say yes to impact play?”

“You have no idea...”

“Well, why don’t you give me an idea?”

Sabo had rid her of her pants and panties, leaving no time to waste. She was now laid out over the blond’s lap. He had removed his gloves, throwing them off to the side to worry about later. Oh, but he wanted to take his time appreciating her perfect ass, alternating between gently rubbing and roughly grasping.

“Such a perfect ass,” He whispered under his breath, planting the first surprising smack. She jolted slightly underneath his touch, and a soft moan followed suit. The next smack came down rougher than the first, making a much louder sound. “All mine,” The blond claimed, rubbing the spot he had hit before turning his attention to her already dripping wet cunt.

He slid his fingers in her arousal, “Look how much fun you’re having.” The next rain of smacks came harder and faster, one right after another, with no wiggle room in between. With every smack, she had come louder, her moans turning into full-on yells. She had gone to cover her mouth, feeling embarrassed about just how loud she was. But he didn’t take too kindly to that, another few smacks came raining down onto her ass, “Remove the hand. Now.” His voice was low and unforgiving.

Without a second thought, she did as he said, placing her arm at her side, trying to keep herself from disobeying again.

He pulled apart her cheeks to get a better look at her cunt. The word ‘fuck’ involuntarily left his mouth. Sabo leaned forward a bit, spitting onto her pussy and rubbing it down her already slick folds. It was more of a territorial thing, a way to say her pussy belonged to him.

He plunged two of his slender fingers into her core, scissoring her folds at a fast pace. With his other hand, he continued to smack her ass, as his name left her mouth like a prayer between her pretty moans and deep breaths. Between her mouth and the lewd sounds from her cunt, Sabo was throbbing in his trousers.

She arched her back, lifting her ass further into the air, as she could feel the lower pit of her stomach begin to burn so well. She let out a shaky cry as she reached her first orgasm of the night, falling face first into the bed. He continued fingering her riding out her orgasm, only giving her a second or so to breathe before he decided she was ready again.

As if she was a doll, he tossed her from his lap further onto their bed before he stood up. He removed his shirt and pants, revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“But I’m the slut?” ( y/n ) teased.

“Yeah, we’re both sluts. But you’re MY slut, that’s the different, angel.”

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her, positioning her body in the way he wanted her. She was laying on her side, knees brought up slightly, exposing her already-bruising ass to her.

Sabo scooted closer, guiding his throbbing cock into her dripping core. A deep satisfied sigh fell from his lips as he bottomed out. A low moan erupted from her, raising in octaves as Sabo, desperate to fuck her, began a rough pace into her. Pulling nearly all the way out, just to slam his hips back into her ass resting his hands on her hips to use as leverage. She let out a string of ‘ah-fuck’s between desperate, slutty moans.

He stopped his thrusts, pulling out of her. Before she could even whimper at the sudden loss of contact, he was flipping her onto her stomach, bringing her ass up to meet his hips. He slid into her cunt once again, “That’s better.”

His thrusts were ruthless, punishing. But his smacks to her ass were even more so. “That’s my angel. You’re taking it so well. You love my cock inside of you, don’t you?”

“YES! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!” Her answer was as desperate as her need to cum. She was getting closer and closer by the thrust. “Need…need to cum!”

“Cum all you want. But I’m not finished using your pussy yet.”

Why did his lewd words always turn her on so much? With one more smack to her ass, she came for the second time tonight. His thrusts did not slow down one bit. She whimpered from overstimulation, reaching back to push on his chest. He pushed her head down roughly onto the sheets, before gripping her wrist and holding it on the small of her back.

“Sabo…ah…please slow…ahh…”

“Take it like I know you can.”

Her nails dig into the sheets, mewls, drool and garbled nonsense fell from her mouth as she was being fucked stupid. Tears began to prick the corners of her eyes. A third orgasm had showered down on her, her legs starting to twitch. Sabo had pulled out in the nick of time, painting her bruising ass the shade of him.

Beyond exhausted, ( y/n ) had collapsed fully now, laying on her stomach. He laid next to her on his side.

“I got a little…carried away, huh?”

“Just a little?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow. Sabo had laughed, “Okay, okay maybe more than just a little. You okay?” He brought his hand up to her back, rubbing soothing, soft circles.

She grinned tiredly, “Never better. I should have known you were a freak.”

“How come?!”

“Your gloves give it away. What normal, non-kinky person just wears gloves every day?”

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[fan-fantasies]

Keep It

A/N: no I’m not okay 😭😭😭

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

Part two to Stolen Goods!

Monday rolled around quicker than you expected. You were excited and nervous for what might happen.

You put on your shortest skirt that you absolutely hated along with Eddie’s hellfire shirt and a jacket over it. You put a little more effort into your makeup than usual but left your hair as you normally would. You did apply extra makeup around your neck to cover up Eddie’s hickies.

You pulled up in front of Bri’s house and as soon as she got into your car she sighed.

“If I ask what you’re up to am I gonna be considered an accessory to any type of crime?” She asked. “You know what, don’t even answer. Plausible deniability.”

“You wouldn’t help me hide a body if I needed you to?” You asked, pretending to be offended.

“You know the answer to that question. You were at my house the whole time and we ordered a pizza after visiting the comic book store,” she said, repeating the story you guys came up with if you ever needed to get out of something.

“See? No need to worry about what I’m up to then,” you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” she mumbled.

You parted ways once you got your books from your shared locker. It was way easier to share one considering yours was surrounded by idiots all the time.

You had some time before your first class so you headed over to the lockers on the other side of the school. You poked your head around the corner and saw exactly the person you were looking for.

Eddie stood by his locker, rummaging through his bag. You held your head high as you stalked toward him, finally catching his attention when he looked up.

His jaw clenched when he took in your outfit and he immediately straightened up, waiting for you to approach him. When you got closer his heart started to race.

“Hey Mark!”

“He-“ Eddie started but immediately shut his mouth. “Mark?”

Mark, the senior whose locker was next to Eddie’s, turned to you in surprise.

“Hey, (y/n)! What’s up?” He asked, drinking in your figure. Mark was on the basketball team but he was the least douchiest of them all and you had always been friendly with him.

“I need some help with the chemistry assignment and I was hoping we could meet up later?” You played with the hem of Eddie’s shirt and looked at him with doe eyes. You could see Eddie watching you while pretending to read some random paper he found shoved in his locker.

“Yeah, totally. We could meet in the library after school? No one’s ever there at that time,” he suggested with a smile.

“That sounds perfect,” you purred. Part of you wanted to gag at how you were acting but you hoped it would be worth it.

“Sweet, see you later, (y/n).” Mark shut his locker and walked off to class.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but you just turned on your heel and walked away. He easily caught up with you and grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Oh hey, Eddie,” you beamed at him.

“Oh hey, Eddie,” he mocked you in a squeaky voice. “You’re such a brat.”

“Yes and?” You giggled.

“I want my shirt back,” he said.

“I think it looks better on me, don’t you?” You asked. “Mark certainly did.”

Eddie took a breath to compose himself and closed his eyes.

“Listen- all you have to do is give me the shirt, and I’m gladly finish what I started on Saturday night,” he whispered. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that but you had to stay strong.

“I was more than capable of finishing what you started, thank you very much. And it was probably better than anything you could’ve done anyway,” you snapped.

“Really? Because you were a whimpering, wriggling mess just because I had my fingers inside you. Imagine what I could do with my cock, princess,” he said. You breathing quickened and you had to hold back a whine.

“I-I have to go,” you mumbled before rushing off to the bathroom.

You dabbed some cool water on your forehead and looked in the mirror.

“Get it together! You got this.”

You weren’t expecting to see Eddie again until lunch but he made it a point to run into you after French class. You had just left the room when you saw Eddie and Kelsey across the hall, chit chatting real close to one another.

Kelsey wasn’t exactly an arch nemesis but she wasn’t your friend either. She was at one point but that all ended when you found out she was talking shit behind your back. You promptly cut her out of your life and once she realized she couldn’t worm her way back she started to spread rumors.

Eddie knew that you guys weren’t friends, having heard Bri talk about it at the meetings once or twice before. She was a mutual friend; you met Kelsey through Bri, but after trying to ruin your reputation, Bri cut her off as well.

He had her twirling her hair and batting her eyes up at him, laughing at whatever he was saying. You knew she wouldn’t go for a guy like Eddie but she liked to toy with people and he would have to find that out the hard way. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she smirked.

You watched as she reached up and played with one of the pins on his vest, her hand traveling down his torso. Eddie bit his lip which only encouraged her more.

You felt like you were going to throw up so you let your eyes fall to the floor as you rushed past them.

Mission accomplished, Eddie thought.

Eddie picked her because he knew it would piss you off the most. What he didn’t expect was to see the hurt expression on your face when you turned to look at them one more time before turning the corner. Maybe whatever little game you guys were playing was going too far.

You found Bri at your locker and she immediately knew something was wrong. She pulled you into a hug and let you calm down before releasing you.

“What happened?”

“Kelsey…and Eddie,” you whispered.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel. You know Kelsey just wants to get under your skin- so don’t let her. You’re better than this,” she said. Your eyes lit up like a lightbulb went off in your head. “What did I say?”

“I am better than this. I’m better at this than him! I’m not gonna let him win,” you said, mostly to yourself.

“That’s not what I said,” Bri told you. You grabbed your bag and hurried off down the hall. “That’s definitely not what I said! Oh Jesus Christ, what have I done?”

When the bell rang for lunch, you hurried into the bathroom before going into the cafeteria. Eddie was already seated at the his table with his friends when you walked in.

You marched over to him and Bri could tell by the look on your face that nothing good was going to happen. She braced herself to hear you yell or maybe throw something at Eddie, but nothing of that sort happened. She simply watched you slip something into his hand under the table before talking off without saying a word.

Eddie looked down at the lace fabric of your panties you had handed him before watching you walk off. He thought maybe you were teasing him- letting him know you had nothing under that sinfully short skirt, but that was only the half of it.

You walked over to the table where the basketball players sat and started talking with Mark. Eddie nearly choked on his food when he saw you take a seat in Mark’s lap. The table was full and Mark didn’t mind, but only you and Eddie knew that only a tiny bit of fabric separated you from him. That if he moved the hand that rested on your thigh just a few inches higher he’d be in for a real sweet surprise. Man, did Eddie want to chop his hand off.

The more you laughed with Mark and his friends, the more you bounced and moved on his lap. Eddie could see how much Mark was enjoying himself and it only made him more angry.

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity for Eddie, you finally excused yourself from the table. Mark’s friends high-fived him once you were out of sight and it made Eddie want to punch them all in the face.

He got up from his seat abruptly and chased after you. He saw you by your locker and stalked toward you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty room despite your protests.

“Are you done?” He snapped.

“Done with what? You? Oh yeah, I’m fucking done,” you growled.

“More like done with this fucked up little game we’re playing,” he said.

“You seemed like a willing participant this morning.” You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to sound more angry than hurt.

“I went too far and I’m sorry. Bri already told me off for it.” You smiled at the thought of your best friend yelling at Eddie.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he admitted.

“So what did you want exactly?” You questioned.

“You. Just you.”

You mulled his words over for a minute before taking a step toward him.

“Do you really want me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he sucked in a breath when your hand grabbed at his belt buckle. He didn’t touch you, not yet. He didn’t want to be presumptuous.

You slowly undid his belt, not breaking eye contact.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you said before lowering his zipper.

“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

His hand flew up and pulled you flush with his body and into a kiss. Your hands worked quickly, freeing his cock from its confines. You slowly stroked his length, making him moan into the kiss. You kissed down his jaw and started to bite at his neck- a little payback for your own.

“Fuck, please do something,” he gasped.

You sunk down onto your knees and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. You slowly took him between your lips, teasing him with your tongue. His hips bucked, pushing him further into your mouth.

You surprised him by taking the rest of his cock down your throat, causing him to moan loudly. You pulled back and looked up at him through your lashes. He reached for your head, waiting for permission. When you didn’t stop him, he grabbed your head and pulled you back onto his cock.

He started to thrust slowly, picking up the pace as his pleasure built. He thrust a little too hard at one point making you gag. He looked down to apologize but you didn’t stop. You continued to suck his cock, lips wrapped tightly around him.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum- gonna cum so fucking hard. You wanna taste me, pretty girl?” He moaned. You just sucked harder, swirling your tongue around him as a response. He groaned loudly, swearing like it was a prayer, as he came in your mouth. You made it a point to swallow when his cock was still down your throat, making him shudder. You pulled back and Eddie pulled you up onto your feet and kissed you.

“That felt amazing, but I bet your pussy is gonna feel even better.” He tried to slide his hand up your skirt but you grabbed him.

“Yeah, but you’re never gonna get to experience it,” you said. “Oh, almost forgot-“

You took off your jacket and slipped off the hellfire shirt. Eddie was frozen in his spot at the sight of your bra. You threw the shirt at him before putting your jacket back on and zipping it all the way up. You walked toward the door without another word.

“Hey, what the fuck?” He asked, grabbing your hand.

“What the fu- really? We’re done. We’re even, more than even actually,” you said.

“We’re done? You suck the life outta me and then say we’re done?”

“Pretty much. Bye, Eddie!” You were halfway out the door when you turned around. “I told you I didn’t spit. I’m sure Kelsey does though.”

You slammed the door shut behind you as the pieces started to come together for Eddie.

You wanted to show him what he couldn’t have because he fucked up. There’s only one person he knew who would possibly be able to help him fix this.

-

“Did we not have this same conversation like an hour ago, you absolute fucking moron?” Bri asked. “I told you to just talk to her.”

“Yeah well I tried…kinda. The point is she still hates me,” he sighed.

“Rightfully so, I might add. I’m not talking to her for you, if that’s what you’re asking. Because this is your fuck up so you put on your big boy panties and talk to her again,” she told him.

“I guess you’re right,” he mumbled.

“When am I not?” Bri chuckled. “Oh hey, when did you get your shirt back? Wasn’t she wearing it?”

“Huh? Yeah she threw it at me before storming out of the room.”

“What room? And she left topless? I’m so confused!”

“It’s better if you don’t ask for the details,” Eddie said.

“Trust me, I don’t want them,” Bri shuddered at the thought. “Just try to talk to her again. The hurt is still fresh in her mind so maybe give her a couple days to calm down.”

“Yeah…I’ll let her cool off I guess.”

Bri patted Eddie on the arm before heading to her next class. Eddie, on the other hand, decided to skip his last class and go sit at his secret spot in the woods. He let his head fall into his hands but instantly regretted it when he noticed the scent of your favorite perfume lingering on the hellfire shirt he threw on.

He laid down on the uncomfortable bench and stared up at the sky. He felt like he had just been through a really bad breakup yet you guys weren’t even together. You guys were just playing a little game so it seemed, but somewhere along the way it developed into something more. Eddie didn’t want to lose something that he never had the chance to really have in the first place.

His hand touched the soft lace of your panties in his pocket and he sighed.

“Wait a few days my ass,” he mumbled to himself before getting up and heading back toward the school.

He had been out there longer than he anticipated, being greeted with an almost empty parking lot. He did notice your car, however, and Mark’s fancy truck that his parents just bought him. It made his blood boil at the thought of the two of you in the library together- with just your jacket over your bra and no panties under your skirt.

Against his better judgement, he headed toward the library. He burst through the door, earning a glare from the librarian. He checked the back tables first and then the back room that was used for private projects sometimes. The two of you weren’t there and his heart dropped.

He ran out of the library and through the halls, trying to think where you may be. He checked your locker, the band room, the theater hall, anywhere he could think of that you might be.

He ran past the gym but came to a halt when he heard a noise coming from inside. He looked in the window and saw you and Mark on the court. Mark had his hands on your hips, his back pressed against yours. You had the hall in your hands and it looked like he was squaring your body so you could shoot. He watched you toss it into the hoop, sinking it perfectly. You threw your arms around Mark’s neck and hugged him in excitement.

Eddie stormed out of the school and straight to his van. As much as he wanted to march into the gym and tear you from Mark’s arms, he knew he couldn’t just do that. You weren’t and maybe you never would be. But it didn’t stop him from being mad about it.

And boy was he livid. For two days after that, he watched you and Mark become friendlier with each other. With each interaction Eddie witnessed, the closer he became to snapping. He considered not going to school, but he really wanted to graduate so he knew that wasn’t an option.

You and Mark were just friends; he made that very clear when he confided in you that he had a thing for Jason. He was ashamed but you assured him that you wouldn’t tell anyone and if it helped, you two could still hang out to keep the team off his back about getting a girl.

So friends it was- but Eddie didn’t need to know that. You took joy in the glares and scowls coming from the metalhead. Bri told that Kelsey had tried to get with Eddie but he turned her down and even told her to stop trying to talk to him. It made you consider talking to him but you decided against it. Bri said you should stop torturing the poor guy but you didn’t listen. You never did.

Thursday night was Hellfire Club, which Bri invited you to but you told her you were going to the basketball game instead. You wanted to cheer on Mark and maybe try to enjoy sports for once in your life. Eh, who were you kidding? Sports would never be your thing, but still you went.

Mark lent you an extra jersey to wear so you threw it on over a tank top and headed to the game. Eddie had no idea you were even at the school that night while he was putting on his best effort for DnD. The whole group could tell he wasn’t really himself but no one pushed him about it. The group missed you as well, but no one dared ask what was happening.

Eddie wrapped up the session a little earlier than normal and it just so happened to be when the game was ending as well. He groaned as he saw the sea of students flood into the parking lot, cheering on their champions.

He had to do a double-take when he saw you heading to your car with Mark. His number was proudly displayed on your back, right above where his hand was laying as he led you through the crowd.

The rest of the club followed Eddie’s angry gaze. Dustin and Mike just looked at each other nervously, waiting to see what Eddie would do. They all knew he had feelings for you, even before he came to realize it himself.

“Hey guys, let’s go,” Gareth whispered as they snuck off while Eddie just stood there, going over his options in his head.

He could leave, pretend like he saw nothing, felt nothing. Or- his preferred option- He could rip that jersey off of you and steal you away from the meathead jock.

Deciding on the latter, he pushed through excited students until he reached your car.

“So I’ll see you at the party?” He heard Mark ask.

“No, you won’t,” Eddie answered for you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Hey, what the fuck!” You yelled.

“What the fuck- really?” He mocked you, repeating what you had said to him days prior.

You looked back at Mark who was just smirking. He mouthed ‘good luck’ to you before heading back to his friends. You filled him in on the Eddie situation and he told you to stop getting in your own way and talk to him. You didn’t listen to him of course- something he and Bri could lament about later on.

He opened the back door to his fan and told you to get in. You folded your arms and stood there.

“I am not getting in your smelly van,” you said.

“Sme- it’s not smelly! Just get in!” He said.

“No.”

“Get in.”

“Make me.”

“I swear to fucking god,” he mumbled before wrapping you in his arms and heaving you into the van. You landed in the back with a thud as he shut the door behind the two of you.

“What a gentleman,” you scoffed.

“My apologies, your highness. I’m sorry it’s not a fancy new truck mommy and daddy bought me,” he snapped.

“If you’re just gonna be an asshole I’m leaving.” You headed for the door but he stopped you.

“I’m sorry if I offended your little boyfriend,” he laughed sarcastically.

“He’s just my friend; why would you care anyway?”

“I highly doubt that,” he said, completely avoiding your question.

“He is!”

“So he hasn’t touched you?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” He crawled toward you, looking like he was ready to pounce on his prey.

“I asked…did. he. touch. you?” He was only inches away from you now and you had to admit that you were started to get turned on. He looked way too hot in the low lights of the van, anger in his eyes.

“What if he did?” You whispered.

“Then I’ll rip his fucking head off.”

He lunged toward you and your mouths collided in a heated kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately he won. His hand ghosted over your throat and the sensation from his rings brushing your skin made you shiver.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, his hands hovering over your breasts.

“No, don’t stop,” you whined. His hands freely roamed your body as you continued to make-out. His fingers brushed under your top and you pulled back so he could take it off.

He pulled off the jersey and tank top in one go. You expected him to pick back up where he left off but he took the jersey and tossed it quickly out the door instead.

“Eddie!”

“You’re not his anymore,” he said, attacking your neck with kisses.

“I never was,” you moaned.

“Yeah? Whose were you?” He asked. When you didn’t answer, he bit down a little too hard.

“Yours! Fuck, always yours!”

“That’s right, baby. Good girl,” he said. He threw his own shirt somewhere in the van and slid his jeans off. He yanked your own pants off rather roughly, leaving you in just a bra and panties.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you said.

“I already have one,” he smirked. He quickly pulled the folded up picture from his wallet and showed you. You tried to snatch it from his hand but he was quicker. “Uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. No take backs.”

“You’re such an ass,” you sighed. He slid his hand into your underwear and you immediately jumped at the contact.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I-I said- you’re such an- oh, shit!” He plunged a finger into you and smirked as he watched you squirm, aching for more.

“Did he touch what didn’t belong to him?” He asked, adding another finger and slowly pumping them in and out of you.

“No!” He started to move them faster.

“Were you trying to make me jealous?” His fingers slowed.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” His fingers moved moved faster again and you were writhing beneath him, already close to cumming.

“I know you won’t, baby. Because then I’d have to punish you again.” He slipped his fingers completely out of you and you almost wanted to cry. Not this shit again.

He seemed to notice the near panic on your face so he kissed you and pulled your underwear down your legs.

“You’re gonna cum, sweetheart. You’re just gonna cum on my cock this time.”

He finally slid off his boxers and let his cock slap against his stomach. Your stomach flipped in excitement.

He flipped you on your stomach and pulled your hips up to meet his. He ran his cock through your folds a few times before sliding it into your slowly until he was fully in.

“Please, move, Eddie,” you begged.

“Patience, baby. I wanna remember what you feel like wrapped around my cock. God, you feel so good,” he grunted.

He pulled out before snapping his hips back into yours. He started to fuck you relentlessly. You tried your best to keep yourself quiet by biting your fist but he pulled your head back by your hair.

“No, let them hear you. Let them know who this pussy belongs to,” he said. You let his name mixed with curses fall freely from your mouth. “Let them hear how well the freak fucks you.”

“Fuck, I’m close!”

“I know, pretty girl, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. Can I? Can I cum inside you?” He sounded so desperate it only encouraged your orgasm to creep closer.

“Please,” you cried before your orgasm crashed over you. Tears streamed down your face as he fucked your sensitive pussy through your high. His thrusts shortened and soon he was spilling deep inside of you with a loud groan.

“Shit, that was-“

“Amazing,” you finished with a laugh. He pulled out of you and you winced. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs but he was quick to clean you off with something.

You sat back against one of the front seats and he sat next to you. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“I thought you said I’d never get to experience how good your pussy feels,” he asked with a smug smirk. “What happened?”

“I changed my mind,” you shrugged.

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“You avoid too many questions.”

“Eddie!”

“(Y/N)!”

“I love you!”

You both froze at your admission.

“You…love me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean…I guess,” you mumbled.

“You guess or you know?”

“Again, with the questions!”

“I love you too, butthead!” He shouted a little too loud. Your eyes widened before you both burst into laughter.

“Jesus, we’re shit at this,” you said between the laughter.

“Right? So if you love me, why did you hang out with Mark so much?” He asked. You could tell it was coming from a place of insecurity so you laced your fingers with his.

“Trust me when I say there is not and has never been anything other than friendship between Mark and I. He’s not interested in me, I swear. And you’re the only person I have eyes for.” You gave his hand a squeeze and he smiled.

“I find it hard to believe he doesn’t have a thing for you. I’ve seen how he acts with his friends after you leave,” he scoffed.

“It’s just for show. It’s not really my place to say anything,” you told him. He nodded slowly, acting as though he understood. Eddie would never say anything, of course. He wasn’t an asshole like that.

“Well as long as no one tries to steal my girl away, we’re good,” he chuckled.

“Your girl, huh?” You asked.

“I certainly hope so,” he smiled.

“Alright, Munson. I suppose I could be your girl.”

“You’re such a-“

“Butthead?”

“Exactly!” He laughed. “And about Kelsey-“

“Bri told me you told her off.”

“She did? She’s the best. But I just want to apologize again because I went too far. I didn’t realize it would hurt you so much or else I wouldn’t have done it at all,” he said. You could tell he was sincerely sorry.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry if I teased you too much,” you sighed.

“I kinda like it,” he whispered before kissing your cheek.

“I suppose we should get dressed and get out of here before security checks up on us,” you said. You searched for your tank top and saw that it was what Eddie had used to clean you off. You held it up with an annoyed look. “Really?”

“Uh sorry?” He said. He handed you his hellfire shirt.

“But this is yours?”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” he winked. You slipped it on and went searching for the rest of your clothes. You found your pants but your panties were missing. That’s when you noticed them sticking out of Eddie’s pants pocket.

“Give me back my underwear.”

“Nah, I think I might start a collection,” he said with a smirk. You just rolled your eyes and slipped on your jeans anyway.

You hopped out of his van and your knees buckled. Eddie was quick to catch you though and he had a huge smile on his face.

“Shut up,” you mumbled. You picked up Mark’s jersey and brushed it off.

Eddie walked you to your car in just his vest. You had to admit he looked kinda sexy like that.

“So um, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked.

“Or you could follow me to my place and spend the night?”

“I don’t think your parents would like that very much,” he chuckled.

“My parents aren’t home,” you said before pulling him in for a kiss. You hopped in your car and looked at him expectantly.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelled as he ran back to his van. You saw him pump his fist in the air and you shook your head. You were in for a long night.

Eddie offered to bring you to school the next morning since Bri said she found another ride. When you arrived together, you saw the hellfire guys hanging out in the parking lot. You hopped out of the van and Eddie pulled you close to him.

“They definitely fucked,” Bri said to no one in particular.”

“Ew!”

“Gross!” The younger members gagged.

“Jeff?” Bri said, holding her hand out.

“You don’t know it for sure!”

“Hey guys!” You chirped happily.

“Morning, everybody!” Eddie said with a smile. Jeff slipped a $20 bill into Bri’s waiting hand and sighed. The bell for first period rang and everyone groaned.

“Shall we?” You asked.

“We shall,” Eddie said, pulling you along through the crowd of tired students.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Mark said when he saw you in the hall. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey, here’s your jersey. Thanks for letting me wear it!” You smiled.

“Of course! You must’ve been our lucky charm!” He joked. Eddie’s jaw tensed but relaxed when you snuggled in closer to him.

“Well I should probably get to class. I’m happy for you, by the way. It’s about time,” Mark winked before elbowing you in the arm on his way by. He waved to Eddie and Eddie gave him a nod.

“Thank you for being nice,” you said.

“You’re sure he’s not into you?”

“Positive,” you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, because I love you too much for that to happen,” he sighed happily.

“I love you too.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before parting ways for class.

You could hear some people snickering about the new freak couple, but you knew they would find something new to talk about in the next few days. The large majority of Hawkins high had the attention spans of dead goldfish so you weren’t too worried about it. As long as you had Eddie by your side everything would be fine.

Eddie called for a Hellfire meeting that night since he cut the previous one short. Plus he wanted to initiate the newest member officially. He had to restrain himself from canceling the meeting and defiling you on the game board when he saw you walk in in his shirt. He decided it could wait until after the campaign.

You were perched on his lap as the guys wandered in. Bri was the only one absent which concerned you. She was hardly ever late, especially for club meetings. Ten minutes later she burst through the door with someone right behind her.

“Sorry, guys! We were um running a little late,” she chuckled nervously. “You guys all know Steve.”

“Uh, hi, Steve,” you said, incredibly confused. When did Bri become friends with Steve Harrington?

“Uh, Steve, I think I speak for everyone when I say: what the fuck?” Dustin said.

“Language!” You scolded. He just rolled his eyes.

“I was just dropping Bri off and wanted to say hi. So, um, hi- and I’ll pick you up after. Bye babe,” he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Everyone nearly dropped dead on the floor.

Bri just smiled and sat in her spot at the table. Nobody said anything and just stared at her.

“Are we gonna sit here with our thumbs up our asses all night or are we gonna play?” She finally asked. Everyone looked away and acted like nothing happened.

“What the fuck!” You mouth to her from across the table. She just smiled and shrugged, looking all too pleased with herself.

You hoped Eddie and Steve would get along, because you saw a lot of double dates in your future.

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Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 6

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Authors notes:

I'm finally finished with school for the break so I should be updating a little quicker over the next 2 weeks.

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 3265

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“Is this something we are meant to do?” “Fuck it.”

“Okay, so, we submit this on Monday and we still have four scenes to analyse and then two exam questions to go through.” Matt mumbles as he places his back down next to me in the library and unsheathes a load of sheets, more are crumpled than ones that aren’t. The amount of them excelling the more meetings we had after school.

“We can get that done in a weekend, right?” My voice tainted with uncertainty. I had got to the library fifteen minutes before him so all my work was already displayed out in front of me with scribbles of different coloured pen one each of them.

“right.”

We were a little bit behind in our project since the majority of our meetups end in us just talking about random things or playing music with our home equipment. I would borrow Chris’s old guitars which was covered in a metallic red with black strings. The picks he bought matched perfectly dividing the red and black shades with lines of silver. Matt’s drumkit was similar to the school’s own designs yet on the base drum was the name ‘sturniolo’ in a faded midnight blue. Each drum fastened with the same blue wrapped around them. He had custom drum sticks too, fading from the original beige wood to a dyed neon-blue. The vibrancy capturing my attention every time, I bet he knew that to with the amount he’d smirk at me when he noticed me staring.

It's why we planned on staying in the library to finish the project, hopefully none of us get distracted. That’s if Matt stopped tapping his pen on the table.

“Matt.” My tone is stern as I frown still facing the pages of my book. He was too distracted in his ‘mini-concert’ that I grabbed his wrist firmly, which made his pen fall out his hand and onto the wooden desk below him.

He stammers a little as I glare at him and raise an eyebrow at him.

“The fuck did I do?”

“If you keep tapping that fucking pen on the desk, I will snap it in half.” I hold eye contact until I’m finished speaking and I let go of his wrist, watching his circulation fade back.

“And yet, you can do it all the time.” He smirks at me again and I retort by scoffing.

“When I’m in class and have nothing to do…you haven’t written anything for 10 minutes.”

“Normally by now we are playing music at our houses, this is a long ass day and this is only making it longer.” A sigh escapes my lips and I drop my pen, lean back for a moment and fold my arms loosely across my chest.

“Okay. If you work with me until six, I’ll buy you lunch all of next week.”

“Ain’t no way, you aren’t serious.”

“And you can get whatever you wish, no matter the cost, doesn’t even have to the food on campus.” I interject him by cutting him off and leaning closer over the table.

“Fine. Deal.” He holds out his hand in front of me and I look up at him with a blank expression.

“What are we, in 6th grade? I’m not shaking your hand.” I roll my eyes to him to just pick up my pen and start writing again.

“Damn, you’re no fun.”

“No…I just happened to hit puberty.” I click my tongue inside my mouth

I feel his glare on me before he continues to work on the papers in front of him. I take out my small white case and take out one of my headphones and pick up my phone to play some music in to them. I don’t bother checking what playlist I click on and immediately blast heavy dubstep into my ears, loud enough to make Matt pay attention to me again and giggle when I jump from the volume. I spam the volume control and turn it down rapidly until I can tolerate it. Matt immediately looks away from me, trying not to laugh when I hold my gaze on him for a few seconds.

-

“Is it nearly six, Alyia. My hand is fucking cramping up.” Matt whines for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“Like I said two minutes ago, no. Besides you have yet to finish of that question and it’s been nearly thirty minutes.”

“I don’t understand how you’ve been writing for that long without taking a break.”

“I want to get this finished; I don’t exactly want all this effort to go down the drain. I’ve stayed up too many nights for this.”

“Really…?” His voice filled with concern as his smirk and joke-filled demeanour faded quickly.

“What.”

“I would’ve done more of you asked me to…you didn’t have to stay up for any of it.” I interject him before he can continue

“Matt. I have more time than you, the project’s getting done. Does it really matter?” I look up to him, dropping my pen for the first time in a while.

“Of course it matters, you need sleep Alyia.”

“I also need this project done.” He sighs and rolls his eyes at me, returning the glares I’ve been giving him all night.

“Promise me you’ll relax after the project is due and let me finish off the last two questions.”

“You really like your promises, huh?” My page fills the silence as it crumples, getting caught on itself, making me purse my lips as I try to fix it before continuing to write.

“Alyia.” He grabs the pen out my hand and places it far from my reach and I narrow my eyes at him again. “I mean that, let me handle the rest of it and get some rest. Please.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I’ll sleep appropriately, fine, but I’m writing the last question. You can happily take the other one if you so desire.”

“Thank you. I’m not having your sleep decrease because you don’t want to ask for help.” His words make me raise my voice at him.

“What do you mean by that.”

“I don’t recall me stuttering. You have been sacrificing your sleep because you didn’t want to ask me to do a little more work.” He leans in to me, as if he is mocking me and I scoff.

“Not true.” My words mumble, subconsciously knowing he is right.

“Whatever, look it has gone six now, c’mon. We can work on this later on.” He shuffles papers together and stuffs them into his bag, lacking organisation which makes me stare at his back with a slightly shocked expression.

I follow his actions, however, and with a heavy sigh I put all my work in a pile, putting the sheets in between two books to keep them straight.

“You want to hang out later or something?” He slings his backpack over his shoulder and looks back at me.

“Hang out, me and you somewhere. I would recommend my place but Nick is there with Chris and Madi.”

“I know a place we could go if you want? I haven’t been there in a while so I don’t know how overgrown it is.”

“Wait wait. Did you say overgrown, what kind of fucking place is this.” Matt waits for me to catch-up to him and I walk slightly faster so he doesn’t have to wait so long.

“Amery Grove? There is a line of old houses at the back that people kind of forgot about, maybe like twenty years ago? I’m not sure.” Matt gaze falls to me as I start to ramble, simply listening to my words.

“Well, anyway, about two years ago a few of my friends and I decided to fix a few of them up during the summer. We didn’t decorate or anything but we cleaned old furniture and threw out what we didn’t need. While it wasn’t the prettiest, we hung out there a lot.”

“So, you just went to abandoned buildings and fixed them?” He keeps walking and opens doors in front of me as I keep talking. When he does, I quickly walk through them and turn to face Matt, proceeding to talk with my hands.

“Yeah, it was fun, even if our skills were mediocre, it made for good hangouts and a few parties.”

“You go to parties?” He gives me a side eye and I roll my eyes in response.

“Not as much anymore, I went when I had more friends to talk to and less schoolwork on my back. Maybe at some point…”

-

“Cmon you are slow” I drag out my words and groan as I get more excited, wanting to jump up and down to reduce the amount of energy but instead I shake my hands around.

“Jesus Alyia, I’m just putting our bags in here, I’m not carrying all of this across the Grove.” He arranges the bags in the back seats like some real-life game of Tetris. After another minute or so he finally shuts the car door and locks it.

“Okay I’m done, let’s go.” He puts his keys back by his belt and returns to my side.

“I haven’t been here in a while, so no promises on how clean it’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He smiles at me briefly before focusing on walking through some reasonably tall grass.

The trail I normally use is more overgrown than what I used to walk through so as we walk, we use old trees to climb past different areas and our feet to stamp on brambles and stinging nettles. It is pitch-black outside by this point so we are using our phone’s flashlights to guide our way through the trail. Leaves hang down from nearby trees and I start to wish I brought my jacket with me.

I place my feet onto a tree stump and try to climb over a fallen branch, but when my weight switches feet, I slip on some moss and fall backwards from the stump. My phone drops from my hand and the flashlight goes into my eyes, making me close them. I place my hands back to support myself for when I hit the floor but I never do. Instead, a tight grip snakes around to the side my waist and upper back, slowly pushing my body back to stand straight.

“Woah woah, are you alright…” I open my eyes to see Matt looking down at me with concerned eyes. I can barely make it out since he dropped his phone and its flashlight instantly to catch me. His chain dangles above my face and once I stand up properly, he uses one of his hands to push his hair back, keeping the other on my waist.

“Uh huh…” I regain my focus and brush myself off and pick up our phones from the damp grass. “Thanks”

“Of course,” He takes his phone back, brushing off the debris, continuing to walk ahead of me and over the branch I just slipped on. “You need to be more careful, sweetheart.”

It’s that fucking nickname again.

-

“Here we are!” I run ahead of Matt and smile bright at the few houses on a quiet lit up street.

“Its still the same…” I smile to myself, remembering how I used to run around here.

“Yeah? I think it looks fucking awesome.” He circles around me looking at the few houses, clearly seeing a difference between the ones I fixed up and the ones I left.

“Really?”

“Really. Y’know…maybe one day we could fix one up?” I turn my head a little too quickly to face him, who was already smiling at me.

“You wanna? Like, for real?” He simply nods to me before walking off to look at one of the houses closest to us.

I run to catch up to him again and I grab his wrist to show him inside one of the houses. The inside walls occasionally spotted with carvings of names and dates, ripping through worn out wallpaper. Unfinished projects left abandoned, mostly within the kitchen. I pick up an old and now rusted hammer and spin it around in my hands, recalling the last use of it going towards a leg of an old chair that lay on its side next to it. A bittersweet smile covers my face the more I venture the house, with Matt always following right behind, dragging his fingers across old cabinets and cupboards.

“you guys did so much work in here…” He picks up old projects that remain unfinished and analyze them one by one, awe showing within his eyes. “Why did you ever stop this?”

“We stopped being as close I guess...nothing personal to one another, just different schools and points in our lives. I still have contact but no one really talks as much anymore.” I quiet my voice and sit down on one of the chairs and put down the hammer.

“None of us ever took that personally, we just drifted. Miss it all like hell though.”

Matt stays quiet for a moment, just looking at me with slight pity.

“That’s a shame, especially since nothing even happened that you could’ve changed.” The distance between us closes as I stand up again but I simply keep walking towards the bottom of the stairs before I slowly walk up them.

Matt pov:

I follow her up the stairs, stepping where she did in case any areas are weak enough to break, but once I put that focus into the decor upstairs, I stand still. The upstairs was so much nicer, covered in intact wallpaper and furniture that made it seem like someone actually lived there. More carvings were decorating the walls and less tools were on the floors. I take in more of what’s around me, admiring the hard work.

Hearing the stories about her old friends make me smile but also makes me wonder why she is more closed off to people now.

We start to wonder around the different areas that she decorated and I admire the craftsmanship and efforts they put in to it.

“We can chill up here if you want?” Alyia points to a balcony that is guarded by a wooden fence, a few old chairs are stacked up and leant against the glass door and I walk through.

“Can I ask why you took me here, not that I hate it or anything. Just…if this place reminds you of your friends, why bring me here.” Alyia’s face falters slightly and I feel bad for bringing them up.

“This place has many memories but I feel stuck whenever I come here, and I love this place. I don’t want to come back here and feel self-pity when I see those carvings on the walls.”

“I meant it by the way.”

“Meant what Matt?” I look up at her before looking over the edge and down onto the weakly lit street.

“Fixing a place up with you, could be fun.” I smile at her before looking back over the edge and laying my arms on the wooden fence, trying not to apply a lot of weight onto it.

“I have no idea if any of the lighting still works properly, a few faulty lights here and there but nothing major enough to set anything up properl-“

“So? We have already walked through here in the dark easily enough, besides we don’t have to come here only at night.”

I turn back to look inside the house but my vision is slightly impaired from looking at the street lights too long. I change my point of view and glance down to my phone to check the time.

9:24pm

“Shit, it’s kind of late, do you parents want you back at a certain time?” I message Chris and Nick an apology after seeing the copious number of texts and missed calls.

“Uhm no, I can be back whenever” She trails off and I remember the phone call she had at my place.

“Oh…is she not home again?” I receive a small nod in return.

“You can stay over if you want to?”

“No, it’s okay I have things to do anyway…” She avoids eye-contact with me but I try not to question anything

“Alright then, should we head back, I’m being attacked by Nick so much” I see her smile as I finish speaking and just stands up and starts to walk back to the stairs.

-

“Just here, okay?” I turn the wheel and look through my window for any parking on the edge of the road.

“Yeah, this is perfect, thanks again” She thanks me for the millionth time tonight.

“Kid, I’ve already said it’s okay to drive you places.” I finish parking which makes the car tilt slightly as it reaches over the curb.

“Goodnight Matt.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

The drive back to my place was quite bleak, even when I turned aux on, none of the songs fit the mood I was in. Whatever that mood was. I just focused on the road ahead and the way the lights shone through my windshield and lit up areas in my car like a mini disco. I sigh when I hit another red light and pull the cable from my phone and I resort to the radio music. It immediately blares and I turn it down quickly to a volume quiet enough for some background audio.

I should hate you – Gracie Abrams

It was already half way through the song but I let it play none-the-less, letting the calm guitar fill the car. The quiet and soft vocals relaxed me and I was able to take a deep breath that didn’t result from frustration.

I notice the song fading out just as I pull into the road that I live on so I turn the radio off completely as to not ruin my mood, but as soon as I step inside it gets dampened anyway.

“Oh my God, Matt. Where were you!” I drop my keys into a small bowl and I instantly get bombarded by Nick’s concerned voice.

“Out.”

“Out? Is that all you have to say. You said you were revising the project until six and then you would be home. It is nearly half ten and this is the first we have heard from you!” he starts to exclaim and honestly, I can’t blame him for the way he is acting

“I went somewhere with Alyia…that’s all. I guess we lost track of time.” I mumble quietly, knowing I’m in the wrong but I’m not going to apologize for having a good time.

“I’m not saying you can’t hang out with people, just let us know, okay? It could be three am for all I care but as long as I have some form of communication. You had us worried…” Nick takes a deep breath and looks down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something…Where is Chris?” I try and change the subject to lessen the amount I get yelled at.

“He’s asleep upstairs, he wanted to wait for you but he was exhausted after hockey so I refused to let him.”

I look up to Nick and give him a tight-lipped smile, feeling guilt twinge inside briefly.

“You better go have a shower or something, you’re covered in dirt, Matt.”

“Yeah, I will…sorry again.” Nick simply hugs me tight.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me stay up again.” He punches my arm lightly and we smile at each other.

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[eldritch-thrumming]

Nancy Wheeler has always considered herself to be a practical kind of person. She keeps to her schedule, she gets her work done, she makes good decisions for her future. That’s why she can’t believe she’s ended up here, stuck at a minimum wage job at the new Starcourt Mall.

If she’s really honest with herself, Nancy can admit that it was a little bit of wishful thinking and a lot of overconfidence that led her here. She’d applied for a really competitive internship out in Indianapolis for the summer and she’d been so sure she was going to get it. Her application was impeccable and she’d thought the interview had gone so well that she’d quit her after school job at the Hawkins Post that same day. All she’d been allowed to do there was order the office lunches and make coffee on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays anyway, so it wasn’t like it was some kind of great loss to her. She’d practically added a line to the resume that was sitting in her desk drawer just waiting to be turned in to college admissions offices in the fall. 

And then the call hadn’t come. She’d waited two weeks and then finally given in and called the Indianapolis Star to ask about the status of her application. She’d held the phone in a white knuckle grip as the man on the other end had told her that, while she’d certainly been impressive in her interview, they’d decided to go in a different direction. They’d be sure to keep her in mind for any future positions, he’d assured her. She’d said “thank you” and slammed the phone back into its cradle; she knew exactly what men like that meant when they used the words “different direction.”

So now, Nancy Wheeler was trudging out to the new mall all the way across town everyday, wearing a ridiculous sailor costume and slinging ice cream alongside Eddie Munson, Hawkins High’s resident drug dealer and repeat senior. If anyone asked her--not that they ever would--she’d tell them this was far stranger than watching a demogorgon rip its way through the walls of the Byers house. Stranger by a long shot.

~*~

Eddie Munson’s not sure how he got here. He’d had a good thing going with Reefer Rick. Decent weed, a place to crash when he didn’t feel like sleeping at the trailer, and a pretty great gig that paid the bills.

And then Rick had to go and get himself arrested. Without Rick, Eddie’s supply completely dried up and he had no other real connections in this shitty little town. So what was a guy to do? He couldn’t lay around the trailer all day. He had tapes to buy and gigs to get to. It wasn’t like he could go an entire summer without a cash flow. He’d only really had one option: the new shining temple to the great evils of Capitalism.

That’s how he found himself pulling on the most demeaning sailor uniform in existence every morning and taking his place next to Nancy Wheeler, the princess of Hawkins, behind the counter at Scoops Ahoy, preparing for a summer full of obnoxious tweens and their even more obnoxious mothers. It was going to be a long three months.

~*~

“Where’s Nancy?”

Eddie sighs, but doesn't take his eyes off the Rolling Stone he’s flipping through at the counter. Thank god for whoever’d left it at their table earlier this afternoon.

“Would it hurt you to be polite? What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you?’ ‘Could you please tell me where my sister is?’” Eddie says, finally looking up from his magazine to see little Wheeler scowling at him. Mike reaches over to slam his palm against the bell on the counter, something he knows drives Eddie absolutely insane.

“Hi, hello, how are you? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my darling sister is?” Mike responds, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Eddie sighs again, then calls out, “Wheeler, your demon spawn are here.”

Nancy comes shoving through the door to the backroom with clean ice cream scoops in one hand and a box of little pink sample spoons in the other. Her scowl matches Mike’s.

“I’m not letting you use our mall access for another free movie. Grow up, Mike,” she says, before Mike or his friends can even say anything.

“Come on, Nance, please?” Mike whines. “Will wants to see Day of the Dead and you know we can't get tickets for it.”

Eddie’s eyes shift from Mike to Will, who’s making the biggest, sweetest angel eyes over at Nancy. Eddie can’t help but snort; these kids are good.

“Ugh, fine! But this is the last time.” Nancy shoves the ice cream scoops into their slots by the coolers and then slides the box of spoons toward Eddie, who ignores them. Eddie watches as Nancy leads the kids into the back room. He’s flipped through a couple of more pages of his magazine before she’s back.

“You just got played, Wheeler,” he tells her as she opens the spoons Eddie had left untouched.

“Will’s... been through a lot. He deserves to see a damn movie.” Nancy doesn’t seem like she wants to elaborate on what she means by that, so Eddie lets it drop.

“How’d you end up here at Scoops anyway? Doesn’t seem like something Nancy Wheeler of all people would be that in to.”

Nancy sighs. “Thought I was gonna get this perfect internship in Indianapolis, but... I didn’t, obviously. My options were limited by the time school ended.” She works on replacing the spoons for a moment, before she says, “What about you? Red, white, and blue don’t really seem like your colors, no offense.”

“None at all taken, Wheeler,” Eddie smirks. “Let’s just say, I’m not that interested in seeing what the inside of a jail cell looks like right now.”

Nancy hums in response but doesn’t ask him to elaborate. Eddie knows his reputation often precedes him. He’s kind of into that, anyway. 

Nancy rounds the counter with a rag to start cleaning sticky puddles of melted ice cream off the tables and Eddie returns to his magazine. They work in silence for the remainder of their shift.

~*~

Two days later, Eddie’s back behind the counter with that same Rolling Stone he keeps stashed under the cash register. He’s read the damn thing front and back so many times, he’s practically got it memorized.

“Hey, is Nance here?”

Eddie doesn’t have to look up to know who’s asking, but he does anyway. His eyes snap up to meet Steve Harrington’s gaze and he can feel his own heart racing a mile a minute. Of course the first time Eddie sees Steve Harrington after graduation, he’s wearing these stupid fucking sailor shorts. He feels his cheeks burning red.

“Uh, she’s on break. You need something?” Nancy usually takes her break in the back room, but today she’d apparently forgotten to bring her lunch, so she's gone out to the food court.

“Oh, uh. Yeah, just two scoops of strawberry, please? In a cone,” Steve glances to his left and Eddie becomes aware of the girl standing at his side for the first time. He vaguely recognizes her from school, thinks maybe she plays the trombone or the trumpet or something dorky like that. “You want anything?” Steve nudges the girl with her elbow.

“Can I get the Banana Boat with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, please? And extra whipped cream,” the girl says.

“That’s for four people,” Eddie tells her, raising his eyebrows.

The girl just smiles and then Steve says, “You've never seen her eat, man, it’s like a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow a baby whole, seriously.” He pulls out his wallet as he speaks. 

Eddie laughs nervously. “I’ll take your word for it. That all?”

Steve smiles, seemingly pleased that Eddie laughed at his joke. “That’s it, man, thanks.”

Eddie tells him the total, takes his money, and then works on the Banana Boat for Robin. He slides it across the counter to her and watches as her eyes light up at the mountain of whipped cream he’d piled on top. Eddie grabs a cone and scoops out some strawberry. And so what if he makes the scoops just a little bigger than he normally would?

Eddie hands the cone to Steve over the counter, their fingertips brushing.

“Thanks,” Steve says, and his pink tongue darts out to catch a piece of ice cream that’s about to fall from the cone. Eddie’s brain short circuits watching him. “Can you tell Nancy we stopped by?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie hopes his voice doesn’t sound as strangled and strained as he thinks it does.

Steve takes another lick from his cone. Eddie’s eyes track the movement hungrily. “Wow, this is great. We’ll definitely be back. See you around?” Steve smiles at him again and Eddie feels like he can’t breathe. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, so he just nods and waves, which makes Steve’s smile grow bigger before he’s turning and guiding the girl out of the store and into the busy mall. Eddie watches them go, eyes fixed out the door long after they’ve disappeared from view.

~*~

Nancy sits at the food court and contemplates her life. She’s seventeen years old, working at an ice cream shop, and sneaking her kid brother into R rated movies. How did it all come to this? 

She knew her job at the Hawkins Post had been a dead end. She was supposed to be a journalism intern, but they’d treated her like their own personal assistant and didn’t even allow her to sit in on pitch meetings or read any drafts before they were sent to print. She’d encouraged Jonathan to take on the photography internship and he’d had more access to the actual news writing than she ever had.

Nancy didn’t consider herself a particularly bitter person, but that had left a terrible taste in her mouth. She knew it wasn’t Jonathan’s fault, that it was a flaw in the system not in how Jonathan saw her, but she couldn’t stomach it when he defended the way she was treated. He was always telling her they were interns and they were just lucky to be there. He didn’t get it.

That’s why she hadn’t felt too bad about breaking things off when she’d quit the Post, so sure that she was destined for bigger and better things out in Indianapolis. Nancy loved Jonathan, she really, really did, and they’d been through so much together. But Jonathan’s ambitions had never really matched her own and she couldn’t ask him to wait around for her all summer, not when she wasn't sure she even wanted to come back. Besides, she was seventeen. No one met the love of their life at seventeen.

“Hey, Nance!” Nancy hears someone call to her from across the food court. Her neck snaps up from where she’s been staring at the congealed yellow substance masquerading as cheese on her fries to see Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley walking toward her. Steve’s got a dripping pink cone in his hand and Robin’s got a half eaten Banana Boat. Nancy sighs. She doesn’t like it when people she knows see her in this stupid fucking outfit.

“Hey, Steve,” she says, trying her bast to smile. “How’s it going?”

“Ah, you know, doing this stupid fucking job my dad got me for the summer,” Steve tells her. Nancy had heard something about Steve getting hired at the Post not long after she’d quit. She hadn’t really been able to believe it, but Mr. Harrington pulling some strings for his son made a lot of sense. “This is Robin, she’s another intern there. I think you guys are the same year?”

“Yeah, I know Robin,” Nancy smiles at the girl next to Steve, who seems too preoccupied with the half melted concoction in her hands to really pay attention to Nancy and Steve’s conversation.

“We were just stopping in to Scoops to see you,” Steve tells her. “Thought you were still at the Post, but then Jonathan said you’d quit? Dustin mentioned you were here now.” 

“Yeah, you know, thought I’d get some real-world experience. Make some money. Develop some people skills.” Nancy doesn’t want to admit that she’d made such a huge mistake, doesn't want anyone to know how sure she’d been, only to be shot down in a single phone call. It’s bad enough that Jonathan and Eddie know just how foolish she’d been and she doesn’t even really care what Eddie thinks of her, which is the whole reason she’d even told him in the first place. 

“Right.” Steve gets that little frown line in between his brows that Nancy had once thought was the cutest thing ever, back in another life. “Well, we have to get back so...”

“Yeah, no, me too. Break’s almost over. Can’t leave Munson alone with all that ice cream for too long.” It’s a lame joke. Nancy can relate.

She gathers her half-eaten fast food and heads for the trash can. She tries her hardest not to look back at Steve and Robin as she walks back toward Scoops.

Inspired by this post.

#nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #ronance #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fic #I posted a shorter version of this and it FLOPPED so hopefully people like this? idk #steve harrington #robin buckley #Nancy Eddie friendship when??? #steddie blurb #my writing

[lavendertales]

Love is the devil—Javier Peña x f!reader

Chapter 15 of the Unholy series

summary: at Steve’s birthday party (and the celebration following Escobar’s demise), things get a little emotional for you and Javier—as well as tense.

word count: 5.3k

WARNINGS: brief mentions of PTSD; alcohol, soft & gentle Javi, allusions to masturbation & sex.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @joel-millerr​  

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The blood spills all over your clothes, hands and feet, and fear courses through your veins. It freezes your body altogether, immobilizing your limbs as you watch the scene unfold for the millionth time. No matter what you do, you cannot stop the catastrophe from happening. You cannot stop the bloodshed, the pain, the horrific aftermath.

Even after you wake up, the sentiment remains deeply imbedded in your brain and bones alike, shaking you up completely.

You basically chug your coffee, in a lame attempt to rid yourself of the phantom sensation of Carrillo’s blood over you, but it doesn’t do much for you. It does warm up your extremities, though, so you take every little win you can.

The past three days have been buzzing with celebrations all over Colombia, as well as all over the world. The news that Pablo Escobar’s reign has come to an end took over the world, and you were undoubtedly eased as well. You heard about Trujillo and Steve’s heroic moment, how the two of them caught and executed Escobar on the spot, and you couldn’t have been prouder. Part of you does wonder how come Javier missed the once in a lifetime opportunity to be perceived as the third hero in this story, but you needn’t ask yourself too much why.

That time, you lost yourself. Although you would never have done it, your emotions ultimately prevailed, and you now sincerely regret it.

The raw truth is that your father was never there. You only saw him three or four times a year, and each time he gave you a quick hug before heading out again, leaving you in a state of confusion. You were alone when you were born, and you remain so today.

And it wasn’t fair to yourself, after all, to distort the image of a paternal figure to the point of pushing away the most influential and constant presence in your life. In the end, Javier was the one perpetual element you could always count on no matter what.

So when you return to the office, one sunny morning, you’re greeted by all your colleagues, equally enthused—perhaps for several reasons, not just your appearance.

“Are you back? Please tell me you’re back,” Sofia nearly begs, holding your hands into hers.

“I’ll be back on Monday. Although I’m not sure for what, now that Escobar is gone.”

“Well, the Cali cartel is gaining terrain and power, so that’s a whole other thing now. And—“

Sofia pauses, catching your attention. “What?” you ask.

“Oh. They—didn’t tell you.”

“Who’s ‘they’? And tell me what?”

“Okay. Uh… Javi was assigned as the lead for the Cali operation, and… he recommended Steve, me and you for the mission.”

The news surprises you in a way you wouldn’t have expected it, and you make no attempt at concealing that.

“He wanted Trujillo too, but he actually resigned yesterday, so,” Sofia goes on.

“Huh. So… the four of us are going to Cali?”

“We’re going to Cali.”

She hugs you briefly, missing out on the confused expression on your face as you scan the room. In this moment, as your anger has finally vanished completely, you seek Javier. Your eyes seek him out relentlessly, yet he seems nowhere to be found.

The next person to greet you is Steve. He also draws you closer for a hug that you happily reciprocate.

“How have you been?” he asks immediately.

“Better,” you say, and you believe yourself, finally feeling your words to be true. “Really better.”

“I’m glad to hear it. It’s been a rough couple of months for you, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Listen, since I got you here… Connie and I were talking and we wanna do a little celebration at our place tonight. She may have insisted because of my birthday too, but… yeah, you know how it is. Happy wife, happy life.”

“It’s your birthday?”

“Yeah, it’s this weekend.”

You hug him again, truly happy to feel like you have made at least a couple of friends throughout your time in Colombia. “I’ll be there,” you tell him with a smile on your face.

“I should probably warn you, Javi’s coming, too.”

You hold your breath, and it’s probably visible on your face, but it is way past playing pretend with Steve.

“That’s okay,” you concede. “I figured he would.”

“You sure it’s okay?”

“Yes. Worst comes to worst, I’ll sit in a corner with Sofia and Connie.”

“You’re still not on speaking terms, I take it.”

“About that, uh… is he around? I haven’t seen him.”

Steve’s eyebrows lift in surprise as he looks around. “He was here like two hours ago. But then again, he stayed throughout the night, so he might’ve left to sleep.”

Your brows crease in confusion, yet you do not ask for more. You can only speculate the reason behind Javier’s habit of pulling all-nighters again. Was he avoiding you? Probably not on purpose, but it certainly did create quite a beneficial side effect.

You decide not to overthink anything. For now, you try to take one thing at a time.

“There’ll be alcohol, by the way,” Steve informs you like he had just read your mind.

Your face lightens up and you even sport a dashing smile across your face. “Perfect,” you joke.

But not really.

Because you will need booze if you have to spend the entire celebration evening with your coworkers and Javier lurking about.

The thing about your family is… you’ve never really had one.

Your grandmother, may she rest in peace, was the one who took care of you, cooked for you, helped you with homework and everything else in between. She was both a mother and a father to you, so when she passed away, you were heartbroken, to say the least. That’s when you decided to do something useful with your life, to fight like she fought for you. So you began your training and later joined the DEA office in New York.

You didn’t know your mother. She left you and your father when you were born, and you never heard from her again. You tried to track her down over the years though, and eventually managed to get some information about her, but you never spoke to her. She felt too far out of reach, too much of a stranger to begin having a relationship now. When you heard she passed away, it wasn’t that traumatic, though it carried no shortness of pain and guilt. At least for a little while.

And your father… well. Now that you have the full picture, you see your childhood in the clearest picture possible. He tried, when you were still a toddler, to be there and do everything, but he always struggled with money. Your grandmother managed to put food on the table thanks to her rather generous pension, but your father could not stand the idea of being the man of the house and having his own mother still provide for him and his child. So he went traveling for a few weeks, only to return a completely changed man. He was in a better mood, seemed healthier and happier, and proudly announced that he found a job as a traveling salesman. You remember the moment he had cupped your cheeks and told you, with happy tears in his eyes, that neither of you will have to struggle again. He told you that you will have everything you need, and that he will take care of it.

From thereon after, you only saw him three, four times a year, maybe five if you were lucky.

So you were never close with him either. The only family you ever know, your grandmother, passed away peacefully after you graduated from college. The timing had been perfect, come to think of it: you had been trying to figure out what to do afterwards, and when you bid your goodbye to her, it hit you. You knew what you had to do.

You’ve thought about your life from every possible angle for the past few weeks, every single day, without fail. The anger you once felt has evaporated, much like a boulder has been lifted from your shoulders, no longer forcing you to carry such a heavy burden. There was only understanding and regret to be felt.

And a certain type of yearning that almost felt debilitating in its complexity.

You both dreaded and longed to see Javier tonight. More so because you wanted to make things right, express your understanding of his choice, and, most importantly, let him know that you would’ve followed the same course of action.

It wasn’t even about duty per se. It was about doing the right thing. And Javier did the right thing.

So you take a deep breath now as you finish applying your makeup and give your outfit one last look in the mirror in an effort to calm your worries and clear your mind. There is no denying your nervousness.

You start to create a mental picture of Javier, trying to recall every detail of him because it feels like eternity has passed since you last saw him. You can still picture his full lips, moustache, and light stubble, which tickle just right when he is tucked in between your legs. You can also picture his brown, gentle eyes that get dark with lust, his brown hair that is so lovely to pull, and his aquiline nose.

And your craving feels insatiable at this very moment.

It is no simple carnal desire. It stretches far beyond that; it’s a desire to hold close, to have and appreciate the one constant you’ve had throughout your life. You want him to understand everything about you lately, and you want to apologize, to be held in his arms again.

You wonder what he’ll wear tonight. Those tightly fit jeans that make your eyes follow his silhouette around? Paired with his trademark leather jacket, perhaps? Chances are yes, but regardless of what he’ll be wearing, you’ll be eyeing him up and down still. Waiting, wondering, craving.

You carefully place the bottle of wine in the gift bag, grab your purse and hit the road, taking a cab. You reason that since there will be drinking during the party, you will undoubtedly require a ride home.

There’s more people on the street like never before, and you know well the reason why. You’ve never seen people in town be happier. All they’ve done was be subjugated and barely allowed to mourn their loved ones, and naturally, now that Escobar’s reign of terror was over, people felt a little more confident walking on the streets after dark. There was a new threat, namely the Cali cartel that was rapidly rising to power, but for now, the people could be allowed to celebrate.

“Aquí estamos, señora.”

You struggle to ignore the fact that the driver addressed you as “ma’am” as you pay the driver and proceed to Connie and Steve’s apartment. You recall your encounter with Javier the last time you were there, as well as the unexpectedly pleasurable events that ensued.

When you knock on the door, you hear the music booming from beyond it, and the indistinct chit-chatter of those already present. You’ve made it an hour and a half later than the agreed upon hour, but it seems you arrived right on time. When Steve opens and welcomes you in, you already see Connie and Sofia giggling next to the couch, their cheeks crimson-flushed; Trujillo is there as well, immersed into a conversation with one of the FBI guys, Hugo, and finally—

“Hi,” Javier greets you, barely able to hold your glare.

“Hi,” you reply.

Unbeknownst to you, Connie makes a shocked face somewhere in the back, immediately joining Steve.

“Whoa!” he exclaims, examining the bottle of wine you brought. “This is an expensive brand.”

“Well, I got the money for it.”

“Did you rob a bank or—?”

You chuckle. “We have the same job.”

“Yeah, but nobody joins the DEA for the financial benefits.”

“I don’t really go out or buy things, so I thought you should have something nice.”

“Very much appreciated.”

He gives you another hug before expressing pain as Connie snatches his arm and turns him in her direction.

“Are you insane?!” she whispers maddened.

You have enough decency to pretend like you don’t hear them, even though you already know the reason for all the hush-hush business.

“Ow!” Steve whispers back. “What?”

“You invited both of them tonight?! There’s gonna be a bloodbath in here!”

“I told her Javi’s gonna be here, she said it’s fine. They’re grownups, they can handle it.”

“Yeah, but—“

“I double checked with her, it’s fine!”

“Uh, excuse me,” you smile at them, “not to burst your little bubble, you’re doing great at hiding in it, but I’m fine. We’re here to celebrate Steve’s birthday and the fact that he and Trujillo ended Escobar, so that’s what we will do.”

Connie squeezes your hand, smiling at you just as Sofia joins your side and clings to your arm.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Connie offers.

When you make eye contact with Javier, on complete mishap, you quiver.

“Please,” you tell her, and both the girls giggle.

That’s exactly what you do: you hold your wine in one hand while, ostensibly, holding Sofia close to you in the other. Her flushed cheeks and the warmth that emanates from her and onto you are both indicators that she is already tipsy.

“Are you okay?” you ask her, somewhat amused.

“We finally get to relax a bit,” she exhales. “I am ready to kick back, drink and have fun.”

You suddenly recall the last time you went out with Sofia and she said the same expression, more or less, and you stifle your giggle.

“Just mind which palate cleanser you pick tonight,” you seemingly warn. “There’s four guys here tonight, and one of them is spoken for.”

Connie raises her brows, exchanging a surprised look with Sofia. They both stare at your afterwards. “What about Javi?” Sofia asks.

“What about him?”

“Oh, please! You’ve been here for two minutes and he cannot stop staring at you!” Connie practically laughs. “And you’re sneaking glances at him, too! Would you just quit this nonsense and talk it out? I know it’s been rough between you two, but I think—“

“Speaking of which, whatever happened with you and Javi? I never found out,” Sofia says with an adorable pout grazing her lips. “It’s unfair.”

You hesitate for a brief moment, unsure if you should go around spreading such a personal affair to people, but you’ve grown close to Sofia. You know you can trust her. Besides, what does it matter now? The deed is consumed.

And the worst is over.

“As it turns out, my dad was working for Escobar and, during one of the earlier missions, three years ago, Javier killed him. He was following Carrillo’s orders, and my dad was… ruthless. He had no choice. And he did the right thing.”

Sofia nods along your story, taking the occasional sip from her wine, while Connie reaches around your shoulders to hug you.

“That’s—a lot,” Sofia concludes. “I’m so sorry to hear that, I—“

“It’s fine. Really. I was never close with either him or my mom, so. No harm, no foul. Definitely no real loss.”

Both of them hug you, and Javier catches the scene unfold from across the room. The moment tugs at his heart, making him feel like someone’s dragging it through gravel.  He respects your personal space and he does his absolute best to keep his distance from you, and that is no easy task.

You’re… fuck. You’re as gorgeous as ever. The makeup, the way those jeans embrace your legs and your ass, the way you’re stealing the occasional glance down his way… fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s on the verge of a breakdown, and the fact that you are essentially forbidden fruit makes it all the more enticing.

But he meant it. He won’t go near you, not unless you want him to.

By the looks of it, you might never want to. You’re mentally throwing daggers at him just with your eyes. Who knows what will happen if you’ll truly be in his vicinity?

“So you’re really okay being here tonight?” Sofia checks with you.

“I’m fine. And even if I weren’t, thank goodness for alcohol.”

“Yeah, that’s what you need right now, alcohol.”

You frown at the sarcastic remark. “What do you mean?”

“Tension is thick as hell. Simmer down with the alcohol, babe.”

You turn to Connie instead, but you find her nodding along.

“There’s no tension, I said I’m fine.”

“I don’t think that’s the kind of tension she meant,” Connie clarifies.

You take a deep breath, the air nearly choking you instead. You reckon they are both right. You feel it in the depths your bones; each time you catch a glimpse of Javier on the other side of the room, it stirs something inside of you that is absolutely unhinged and needy.

However, tonight is not the time to share with Javier all of your most personal, inner thoughts and feelings. Tonight is about Steve and his significant professional achievement, which you will celebrate with your coworkers and friends. Rest is not urgent.

You move around, talking to everyone; Steve, Sofia, Connie, Trujillo, even Hugo and one of Connie’s friends from work, Maria. Two hours, four glasses of wine, two of whiskey and two shots of tequila later, you are drunk enough to let your intrusive thoughts win.

You were right. Keeping your eyes off Javier was impossible, even more so when he’s wearing exactly what you had predicted, and seemingly got a haircut, too. Fuck. You had to remember, with each step you take, that you are not in the right state of mind for a confrontation, or even a sincere conversation. All you want right now is to be alone with him, but this is not the time or place for it.

You have to keep it together.

You finish laughing at one of Trujillo’s jokes and head to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You need some clearance of mind. You’re already drunker than you would’ve thought.

A gasp escapes past your lips when you bump into Javier’s chest, some water spilling on the floor. You stare wide-eyed at him, holding your breath. He seems to be doing the same, and it’s baffling you.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

“Here.”

He hands you a tissue to clean the dribbling water on your jaw, but when you fail to take it, he dabs it gently on your skin, eyes focused on the task at hand and thus failing to notice your own, searching his in return.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“I should—go.”

You catch his wrist, and you manage to see the bewildered expression on his face. He clearly hadn’t expected it, but he’s not pulling away. He doesn’t ask you anything. He simply watches you, utterly enthralled and disarmed, curious as to what your next move is.

You don’t say anything either. You stare at each other for what feels like the longest time, the only thing you are capable of hearing are his irregular breaths, as well as your own. The music’s vibration reverberates through you still, the alcohol swimming carelessly through your veins as your inhibitions drop drastically. Each glance you steal at Javier makes your stomach churn even more, and you could not possibly hate yourself more for craving him more than you do right at this very moment.

He looks so damn fine it’s nearly painful. Especially with that worried look on his face, those big, brown eyes gone soft at the simple sight of you, it’s—it’s too much. It’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks, but ironically, the most tense you’ve felt in who knows how long.

You need some relief. Badly.

Tonight, of all nights, you know that falling apart on your own hand won’t be enough. Your fingers desperately trying to recreate Javier’s grip and subsequent touch has proven to not be enough in the past, and certainly not the same. While you’ve barely addressed him since you got here nearly four hours ago and he hasn’t either, the tension has grown to be painfully thick.

With the right stimulus, Javier could be easily persuaded. You just have to push the right button.

You take his hand into his, and Javier holds his breath, unable to think anymore. That simple gesture makes him crumble on the spot. What’s more worrisome is the fact that he would follow you blindly anywhere, and he’s known this ever since college.

It takes him a while to realize you’re both in what’s probably the guest bedroom in Connie and Steve’s apartment. You shut the door behind you, giving him a glare that’s longing, and borderline aching. Javier licks his lower lip, still curious as to what your next move is, even though he can clearly see that you’ve been drinking.

Before he gets in a word edgewise, you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind.

“I’m sorry.”

Javier looks bewildered at you, waiting for something more. He’s painfully aware of the fact that you’re still holding his hand and it doesn’t make things any easier.

“For what?” he asks, truly confused.

“Last time we spoke, I—I said something I shouldn’t have. I hurt you, I didn’t—“

You finally feel how drunk you truly are, and that’s probably why you’re so emotional right now, tears stinging your eyes, but you don’t care. This is long overdue, and you both need this. You both deserve it.

“I didn’t wanna hurt you,” you say. “I mean I did, but… I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t be. I deserved it.”

“No. I wasn’t gonna do this now, or here… but I can’t… I can’t not do it. I can’t stay away from you. I lashed out, I overreacted, I know, I—“

Javier lets go of your hand only to grab your shoulders, so gently you could cry on the spot. “You reacted the way anyone would.”

You frantically shake your head as you look at him with the same desperation in your eyes and hunger for understanding and forgiveness for all of your transgressions.

“No, you don’t get it,” you try not to slur your words. “I didn’t even know him. It was some… sick, twisted illusion, but… he wasn’t there. Neither was my mom. They were never there. The only constant that I’ve ever known was my grandma… and you.”

He coos your name, in the same soft manner, and it doesn’t help you one bit. If anything, it incites you even further, creating a more chaotic concoction of chemicals and emotions inside of you.

“You’re the only one who got me,” you go on. “Ever. You’re the only who—you’re the only thing I want. The only one. And I cannot, for the life of me, stay away from you. It’s—worrying. Worrisome? Worry?”

Javier grins a little, unable to hide his admiration for how cute you look after a few drinks.

“We do have a tendency to revolve around each other,” he seemingly agrees.

“Well obviously! I mean… just look at me!”

The look in his eyes is something along the lines of I am unable to look away from you, but you are too drunk to pick up on that.

“I obviously got both mommy and daddy issues, and the other issue is that I am hopelessly and annoyingly in love with you!”

With the music still blasting in the background, Javier could’ve easily blamed that for mishearing you. His heart is fluttering in his chest, threatening to burst out at any given moment.

He coos your name again, a sudden craving emerging in his voice’s undertone, and that you pick up on.

“Javier,” you coo in return. “I do, you know? I do love you.”

“Don’t—don’t do this to me.”

“What?”

You notice he’s keeping his eyes closed, attempting to hide whatever inner battle is going on inside of him, yet you only approach him further, if even possible. You need to have him as close as possible after all of that time apart.

“Don’t do this to me now, here,” he repeats. “I can’t—don’t tempt me.”

Javier’s so close now you can count of all his eyelashes, his warm breath tickling your face—and your senses alike.

“I want you,” you say, and it’s consuming you just to say the words. “Please? Please.”

The more he says your name, the more he calls out to you, making it impossible for you to resist. It’s temptation at its finest, wrapped in the most alluring package you have ever laid your eyes upon.

Which is why you don’t think twice when your hand traces on his chest, tantalizingly slow for someone who’s not so coordinated right now, and reaches at the back of his head to pull him in, just as your lips meet with his. It feels like it’s been far too long since you’ve had a proper taste of him, and you crumble right then and there. You fall apart in his mouth as the kiss deepens, with Javier’s body pressed against the door. Both your brains are scrambled with desire, fogged up and unable to think straight.

Heat runs through your body, blood boiling in your veins when Javier’s hands grab your hips and pull you in closer, gluing your body to his. Your arms are both around his neck, your mouth slowly devouring his, and vice versa. You decide to get a bit bolder as you separate to draw in more air into your lungs, and start unbuttoning his shirt. Your vision’s blurry but your fingers know your way around his body better than anything. You’re surprised when his fingers catch yours and put a stop to your torture.

“We shouldn’t,” he tells you, although there is a huge knot in his throat that nearly makes him choke.

“Javier, please. I miss you, I miss… feeling you.”

God, he cannot resist you. He simply can’t. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you, but the moment isn’t what he’d prefer for your reunion.

He takes your hands into his, holding them close to his chest, now teasingly exposed to you, and looks at you like he’s having the toughest battle inside of his head.

“Don’t take this to mean I don’t want to,” he tells you, and he genuinely sounds like he’s falling apart. “Believe me, I—I do. I’d slide inside you and make you cum as many times as I possibly can. I’d fuck you until tomorrow, till you can’t walk properly and you’re dripping with me.”

Breathless, your eyes drop to his neck, thinking how much you’d love to hear him moan under the weight of your fiery kisses.

“You—can,” you tell him.

“You’re upset and you’re drunk. It’s not right.”

You frown like a child being denied its favorite treat. You hate how reasonable he is, and how sweet he’s being.

“Do you know that being sweet about it makes it worse?”

“How?”

“Because now I want you more.”

Javier chuckles, admitting that deciding to stay apart from you is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, particularly when you’re asking him so nicely, your voice calling him out like a siren ready to devour her prey. You’re not having the best night, so his choice is the proper thing to do. Succumbing to your sweetly enunciated craving would have been a treat if you had been sober and, let’s face it, still a little angry with him. Given how upset and frustrated he’s been, he would not have hesitated to fuck you right then and there, but seeing how difficult it is for you to stand up straight tells him that he is undoubtedly making the correct decision.

“How about I take you home? Is that okay?” he checks.

You nod and he takes your hand in his, guiding you out of the bedroom, searching for your jacket. You both bid goodbye to everyone present, and Javier figures there will be plenty of talk about that, but he doesn’t care. He cares about you, and getting you home safe is his number one priority.

“Oh, oh,” you mumble, threatening to buckle over. You close your eyes in order to embrace the fall, but then, all you feel is warmth and softness.

You look up and see Javier’s face close again, realizing moments later you’re in his arms and he’s placing you carefully in the backseat of his Jeep.

“You good?” he asks.

You nod, but before he lets you stretch in the backseat, you pull him by the jacket’s collar and press your lips on his again. It’s softer this time, a sign of gratitude that Javier fully embraces this time.

The ride back to your place is smooth and silent, though you did fall asleep several times. You only wake up when you’re in Javier’s arms again, swiftly realizing he’s carrying you on the stairs to the apartment.

“Where are your keys?” he asks.

You smile mischievously, licking your lips and staring at him in the most adorable way he’s ever seen in anyone.

“Guess you’ll have to frisk me to find out,” you giggle.

Javier rolls his eyes, bemused. “Don’t think I won’t do it.”

“I’m hoping you will. It’s the most action I got in a while.”

Javier puts you down closer to the wall to ensure you got some balance in you. He checks your jacket first, mind preoccupied.

“Honestly, me too,” he says out of the blue.

It takes you a good minute to understand what he’s telling you, and when realization hits you, it carries no shortage of surprise.

“Wait, seriously?” you ask.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re—you. You’re great in bed, you have your lady friends…”

Your eyes meet his again, and his seem filled with regret. Suddenly, your stomach drops, and you wish you hadn’t asked that because you feel a wave of jealousy washing over you.

“Did you—?” you start, and halfway through acknowledge the fact that you cannot finish the question.

“No,” he quips sharply. “I thought it’s what I needed, something meaningless and fast, but it wasn’t.”

He recalls the exact moment when he came home to Gabriella, her smile and excitement visible in her body language. He also recalls how he excused himself to her, explained the situation, and offered to drive her back home. He recalls the apology he issued for making her drive across town for nothing, and her advice to him as she bid him goodbye for good. 

Fight for her.

“What do you need then?”

He feels starved as he looks at you, eyes darkened by that lust that always drove you both past the edges of sanity and professionalism.

“Didn’t I make it clear back at the party?” he grazes his thumb over your bottom lip, and for the briefest of seconds, you feel a different kind of drunk. “Tú. Sólo tú, cariño.”

Only you, honey.

“I guess this means taking a raincheck on that ‘fucking you till tomorrow’ business?”

It’s a silly question, laced with a dangerous playfulness, but if there’s anyone who loves that, it’s Javier.

His fingers graze your cheek delicately, turning you to look at him, and God it hurts to keep your legs together from how overstimulated you feel.

“Whatever you need, you can have it,” he whispers. “Anything, everything. But sober.”

You kiss him again, and again, and until you run out of breath, until the only scent invading your nostrils is his cologne and him, musky and earthy and home-like.

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

He shows up on a Monday night in February, after she gets home from the show with a record in his hands, looking sheepish. It’s late and the kids are sleeping. Her parents are out.

She hasn’t seen him since that day at the airport. Truthfully, she never really thought she’d see him again after that, but here he is. He looks tired, and a little defeated in the eyes, butt there’s a tiny bit of hope too.

Midge tilts her head, trying for a smile. “Lenny...?”

“So I’ve got a couple show in town,” he tells her. “And this new record came out and I really think you’ll dig it.”

“The kids are sleeping,” she reminds him gently.

He nods, but heads for the record player. “We’ll put it on low. It’s not the kinda song you listen to loud anyway.”

Midge follows him, watching him curiously. “Lenny, are you okay?”

“Good. I’m-” he sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. “I just- “

She waits.

“Miss you,” he says quietly. “And I just uh...” he fiddles with the record. “If you’re tired, we don’t have to do this, I just got jazzed is all. It came out late last year, but i just caught the other day so I...”

Slowly, she steps up to him and takes the record, putting it on the player and setting it to player softly. 

Tonight you’re mine completely You give your love so sweetly Tonight the light of love is in your eyes But will you love me tomorrow?

Midge closes her eyes, letting the music wash over her, swaying a little.

This man.

This dumb, sweet, beautiful man that she can’t stop thinking about, even with the chaos of two children, a volatile ex-husband, a roller coaster of a job and two deeply opinionated parents breathing down her neck.

She doesn’t really know when Lenny pulled her into his arms to sway with her, but she’s not complaining.

Tonight with words unspoken You say that I’m the only one But will my heart be broken When the night meets the morning sun

She wraps her arm around his neck tightly, her face buried into the shoulder of his jacket, breathing in the smell of cigarette smoke and coffee and Lenny, and when she turns her head, her lips connect with his jaw and she’s being pulled closer.

So tell me now And I won’t ask again Will you still love me tomorrow?

He dips his head and kisses her tenderly as the song fades, and Midge sighs against his lips, her hand gripping him tightly.

“Just wanted one more dance?” she asks as they part.

“And another, and another after that,” he admits.

“You drunk right now?”

Lenny shakes his head.

“You other things?” Midge asks.

Another head shake. “It was too final, seeing you at the airport. Too much like...never again. It bothered me. And I know I should just let you go. But I never claimed to be a smart or strong man, Midge. Mostly I’m just weak and a slave to my proclivities, and I think you might be one of them.”

She grins a little. “So? You’re here tonight...I assume you’re back out west in the next few days. What do we do?”

“Keep dancing?” Lenny offers sheepishly.

“And after that?” Midge asks gently.

He gazes at her. “I’ve done crazier things than try to make a bi-coastal relationship work. There’s phones...wildly sexy letters...visits. And after all, I have a lease, not a mortgage...nothing says California is forever.”

Midge gazes at him softly, and thinks over his words. How good it all sounds. How she hasn’t been the least bit tempted by any of the men in her life since being with Lenny. How much she’s missed him. Just hearing his voice over the phone sounds so much better than going on dates with another man. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asks quietly.

She nods and smiles. “Yeah. It’s a yes. Let’s make it work.”

The smile she receives for her response is one she’s never seen on his face before, and she kisses it tenderly, before turning back to the record player, setting it to replay the song.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny

[hollandorks]

shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter four

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: I’m finally back from vacation and rested up! I don’t go back to work until Tuesday, so I’m hoping to get a chunk of writing done...hopefully. Next chapter should be up either Monday or Tuesday! 

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She let his quiet breathing soothe her until she too fell asleep, cradled in his arms.

Reader’s POV

Downstairs that evening, they had the remains of takeout spread between the three of them while Alfred and Bruce worked on the cipher. Y/n was working on paperwork for the Gotham Project, but was continuously being distracted by the chattering between the two men. They were huddled around a screen, debating various options for letters, running things through the computer program in hopes of figuring it out. 

“What if it’s not a partial key?” Bruce finally said. There was a spark in his eyes–he’s gotten it, finally. 

“What do you mean?” Alfred frowned at the screen. 

“What if it’s the whole key?” 

As they talk more, y/n wandered over, watching in surprise as the cipher on the screen slowly disappears until only one word is left. 

DRIVE. 

Bruce and Alfred exchanged a glance. 

“How did the killer know you were going to figure this out?” y/n wondered aloud. 

Bruce ignored her, rushing over to where he kept spares of the underlayers of the suit, shamelessly shucking clothes as he went and dialing Gordon with his other hand. 

“Bruce–” she said, willing him to wait, to slow down, to be careful. 

“Meet me at Mitchell’s garage,” Bruce said into the phone as he tugged on his armored pants. 

She sighed and moved to help him as he hung up. 

“What if it’s a trap?” she asked. “What if–” 

“I don’t think so,” Bruce said. “But Gordon will be there.” 

Somehow, that didn’t make her feel much better. She finished helping him get the suit on and was startled when he kissed her, hard. He was practically glowing after having solved the riddle. She frowned. He was enjoying it too much. Like it was a game. Like someone hadn’t just been murdered. 

“I’m going to suit up and watch,” she said. He gave her a sharp glance but nodded after a moment. “If anything happens…We need a safe word. Like butternut squash or something.” 

Bruce laughed and grabbed the keys to the motorcycle. “How about oh shit, it’s a trap?” 

She grinned. “That works too. Just as long as I know to come running.” 

He brushed his lips over her forehead, then pulled the cowl on. “For some reason I have the urge to hide the keys.” 

“I had copies made, don’t worry,” she reminded him. Alfred was watching them with a small smile, but there was still a furrow between his brows. 

“Be careful,” Alfred said as Bruce swung his leg over. 

The roar of the bike starting echoed through the vast space around them. 

She and Alfred stood side by side, watching him go, both of them just as anxious as every other time he left for the night. 

“Except this feels worse, doesn’t it?” she said out loud. 

Alfred made a noise. “I don’t like the killer leaving cards and clues for Batman. I don’t like it one bit.” 

They went back to the screen and watched through Bruce’s eyes as he flew down the tunnel and out into the night. 

“I don’t either,” she muttered. “If he gets himself killed, I’m going to be so pissed off.” 

She picked up the earpiece that was unofficially hers and put it in. “I just told Alfred that if you get yourself killed, I’m going to be very pissed off. In fact, you better haunt me so I can give you a nice long lecture for it in the afterlife.” 

Bruce laughed, the sound muffled, and said, “Alright. I’ll come back as a ghost for you.” 

He clicked off and the only noise came through the screen in front of them. 

Alfred was watching y/n instead of the screen. “What?” she said a little defensively. “Someone has to lecture him.” 

“I’m just reminded what a blessing to our lives you’ve been, is all,” Alfred said softly. 

Y/n scoffed to cover the emotion that pierced her chest at the words. She bumped her shoulder into his. “Save it for your best man speech.” 

“I’ll go make some tea.” When she opened her mouth, Alfred interrupted, “Yes, I know, coffee for you. Trust me, I don’t forget it. What kind of butler would I be?” 

He winked and limped to the elevator. She put her suit on quickly, leaving off the hood and mask for the moment. She needed to be ready. Just in case.  

Y/n sank into her office chair–a luxury she had let Bruce spend a little money on, but only because it was an excuse to upgrade his piece of shit chair into something with lumbar support–and watched Bruce weave through traffic on his way to the mayor’s garage. 

Bruce and Gordon barely exchanged pleasantries before heading directly to the garage. She should have asked how Bruce had put it all together because now curiosity burned through her. She was not good at riddles. She understood that drive naturally pointed to cars, but he obviously had something else in mind. 

“Guess it’s good to be the mayor,” Gordon scoffed as they stepped into the huge space. Y/n counted at least six cars as Bruce’s attention shifted around the room. She was glad he was vigilant, because she was able to check right along with him that the shadows held no hidden figures. Though someone could be hiding in one of the cars. “Where to even start? You sure this isn’t a leap? ‘Drive’ could mean anything.” 

“You don’t trust me?” Bruce asked. Y/n snorted. 

“You mean like you trust me? It’s been two years now, and I don’t even know who you are, man.” Gordon had a point. But it was for the best that he didn’t know. 

God, she wished she was there. She missed being on a case with Bruce. Even over a year later, and she only had to come help at the last minute, and never on anything so big. As harrowing as their experience the year before had been, part of her missed it. She missed being involved in it, step by step, fighting as they went. Even if she sucked at riddles, she was sure she could be helpful in some way. 

Even taking matters into her own hands, dealing with disgusting men like Derrick Smalls, wasn’t the same as working with Bruce on a case. 

“There,” Bruce said, gaze landing on something sticking out of one of the tires. 

Y/n made an unconscious noise as he pulled out some sort of bloody tool. Something that had definitely cut off Mitchell’s thumb.

They started searching the car. Bruce pulled out a black light. Y/n had to physically bite her tongue to keep from turning the earpiece on and telling him that he really didn’t want to be doing that. There was no telling what kind of bodily fluids he’d find in that car. 

“What are we looking for?” 

“A USB port.” Bruce opened the center console. 

“USB?” Gordon asked skeptically. 

Y/n made another noise. There was a whole fucking thumb attached to the USB drive. All of her desire to be there shriveled up at once. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked with disgust as Alfred stepped off the elevator, a steaming mug in each hand and his cane tucked under his arm. 

“Thumb. Drive.” Bruce dangled the aforementioned thumb drive for Gordon to see. 

“Oh, dear God,” Alfred said as he handed her the coffee and caught sight of the screen. “I’m glad we ate much earlier, because now I’ve no appetite.” 

“This is…too much,” y/n said as Gordon got out his work laptop and plugged the thumb drive in. 

“Jesus,” Gordon muttered. “It’s encrypted.” 

“Try this,” Bruce said, holding up the thumb drive. Y/n could hear a note of mischief in his voice, only noticeable because she knew him so well. He was totally fucking with Gordon. Right? 

Gordon was making a face. “Oh, this guy’s hilarious.” 

But it worked. Bruce wasn’t fucking with him. Pictures appeared on the laptop screen, dozens of them, one after the other in quick succession. 

Y/n sat bolt upright and nearly spilled her coffee. 

The pictures were taken outside of the Iceberg Lounge. 

Alfred didn’t notice her reaction, or the fact that she took out her phone and shot off a quick text to Lena. 

“Oh, well, well, well,” Gordon said, “So much for family values.”

“Who is she?” Bruce asked. Y/n had no idea either–either this girl was just Mitchell’s date, or she had started working at the Iceberg Lounge in the past year or so after y/n had left. 

Y/n had the feeling the girl worked downstairs at the club, though. 

“Who took those pictures?” y/n asked Alfred. She would have to ask Bruce later–but she had a feeling it was already on his radar. He was a much better detective than she was, after all. 

Alfred paid her no mind. 

On the screen, Gordon was saying, “No idea. But that’s the Penguin, Carmine Falcone’s right hand.” 

Bruce’s voice was tight with anger. “I know who he is.” 

Y/n’s former employer. The man who had given her a loan for her mother’s medical bills. Bills that hadn’t mattered, in the end. The man y/n had been indebted to, for years. The man who’d had y/n beaten. The man who had let six girls disappear from his establishment. Seven, if y/n was counted. 

Her fists clenched as the memories came rushing back. Anger roiled within her, hot and bright. 

Alfred’s hand was warm on her shoulder. “Don’t go getting any ideas,” he said softly. 

She shrugged him off. “I’m not. I don’t know that girl.” 

But she’d already texted Lena. 

On screen, a crisis was happening as Gordon’s work email sent the pictures to every single news outlet, newspaper, gossip magazine, and reporter within the city. 

“That’s the Iceberg Lounge,” Gordon was saying when y/n focused again. “It’s under the Shoreline Lofts where Falcone was holed up. Never get in there without a warrant.” 

“Yeah,” Bruce said. 

“Oh no you don’t,” she muttered. She turned to Alfred. “He’s going to go straight there!” 

Alfred sighed. “I don’t know how you stand watching him every night. I think my blood pressure is through the roof.” 

“Are you not going to comment on what I just said?” she demanded. She crossed her arms tightly and spun her chair all the way around to face Alfred. “He’s going to–” 

“Is it such a bad thing?” Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. 

She grit her teeth. “Considering how badly he’s always wanted to beat the shit out of the Penguin, probably.” 

Alfred merely sipped his tea and said, “I’m going to bed. Let me know if anything happens.” 

She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. 

After Bruce left Gordon, y/n immediately used her earpiece to contact him. 

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she told him by way of hello. “I can text Lena and maybe–” 

“We don’t even know if Lena knows her,” Bruce shot back. “It’s only a matter of time before a guy like this kills again. I’m going straight to the source.” 

“Bruce, if you–” 

“I’m just going to ask some questions.” 

She knew what that meant. Fists first, questions later. He was like a dog with a bone. He wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted, no matter what got in his way. Even if she showed up to the Iceberg Lounge, there was no stopping him. 

And a tiny part of her–the part that wasn’t worried for Bruce–wouldn’t mind seeing him punch the Penguin in the face. 

In the end, “Please be careful,” was all she said. 

– 

Bruce’s POV

At the first mention of the Penguin and the Iceberg Lounge, a haze of rage descended over Bruce, so thick that he almost couldn't see. His vision blurred, his heart thundered in his chest, and he had to fight to loosen his fists enough to get the key into the ignition on his motorcycle. 

He hadn’t been back to the club since paying off y/n’s debts. That was more than a year ago now. She’d been in the hospital, recovering from a stab wound and–

He stopped the thoughts before they could spiral out of control. Y/n was fine now. She was healthy, and she somehow still loved him. Loved him enough to marry him, even. 

That could be why he was so angry, he mused as he parked his bike around the block and got off. He stalked towards the front door of the club. He hadn’t been there as Batman in a long, long time either. The last time he’d been inside as Batman had been ages ago. He remembered patching her hand, how beautiful she’d looked in the harsh fluorescent light. 

He was angry because this club–this goddamned club–was the source of so much pain and suffering for y/n that he wanted to burn it to the ground with everyone still inside. He wanted to hit the Penguin, over and over, replicate the wounds he’d given y/nn all those months ago when she’d agreed to start working downstairs at the club. 

The rage intensified as the door to the club swung open. 

A man he had never seen before opened the door, red light and loud music pouring forth. 

“Know who I am?” he asked the bouncer. 

“Yeah. I got an idea.”

“I want to see the Penguin.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, pal.” The door swung closed again. The music cut off abruptly. Only a faint thumping could be heard through the thick metal. Bruce clenched his fists but waited. They would let him in. As soon as the word got to the Penguin, they would let him in. If not, well, he knew where the back door was. 

The door opened again. A nearly identical man stood with the first. Twins? 

“What’s the problem?” the second one asked.

The pair of them studied Bruce as the first one said, “Says he wants to see the Penguin.”

“Penguin? There’s no Penguin here.”

“That’s what I tried to tell him.” Both pair of eyes glittered with a dark sort of malice. 

“Get out of here, freak. You hear me? Or that little suit’s gonna get all full of blood.”

Bruce was itching for a fight. These two might not have been around at the same time as y/n had been, but they still worked for that piece of shit the Penguin. “Mine or yours?” Bruce growled, and then his fists came up. He knocked them both down too easily. Some security measures they were. 

Bruce stalked past them into the belly of the beast. 

And he finally got his fight. 

The lights flashed from white to red over and over, flaring to yellow right as the first guy managed to get his hands on Bruce. The music thumps steadily in time with his heartbeat. 

Bruce remembers another night, another fight, another meeting with the Penguin. 

Another missing girl. 

A girl downstairs, working at the bar. 

Bruce took each hit and relished the pain. This is what he’d wanted to do for a long time–he wanted to beat the shit out of any bastard involved even tangentially in what had happened to y/n over a year ago. 

Each time his fist connected with someone, he bit back a smile. 

A man hit him in the back of the head with a bat. Bruce yanked it from him and dispatched him easily. 

Another man was there, gun drawn, telling him to put the bat down. The man was vaguely familiar, but Bruce didn’t have time to think about it. Right as the bat connected with the man’s face, the gun went off. Bruce winced. If y/n was watching, she would be mad that he was getting shot at. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, there was another gunshot, this one a blow to the back. One of the twins from earlier was above and behind him, holding a shotgun and looking as pissed off as Bruce felt. The other twin appeared. 

The grappling hook took care of one of the twins. From his periphery, he saw someone else approaching. He whirled, fists raised, grappling hook raised like a gun. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” The man called the Penguin raised his hands as if in surrender. “Take it easy, sweetheart. You looking for me? I see you met the twins.” He looked Bruce up and down. “Boy, you’re everything they say, ain’t ya? I guess we both are. How you doing? I’m Oz.” 

Bruce relaxed, but only marginally. Had the Penguin forgotten already that they had met? That Bruce had been sniffing around a year ago for information on the missing girls? Maybe it was for show–someone like the Penguin probably had other important things to worry about. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else to know they’d met before. That was likely it–after the events of the year before, there had been a lot of employee turnover in the Iceberg Lounge. And Penguin had an image to uphold, after all. 

They were upstairs in the Penguin’s office now. 

“We’ve met before,” Bruce said, unable to help himself. Alone with the Penguin, he can feel the rage beginning to boil over dangerously. But if he made a scene now, if he beat the Penguin within an inch of his life, he would never get information about this missing girl. 

“I remember,” the Penguin said as he settled on his plush couch like he had no cares at all in the world. “You caused a lot of trouble for me last year. But I’ll forgive you. Mostly because you….created some new opportunities for me and my boss.” The Penguin’s eyes practically sparkled in his scarred face. 

Opportunities. Bruce scoffed. When he and y/n and Gordon had taken down the mayor and all those others, it had created a power vacuum. One that Penguin and his boss were apparently trying to fill. 

Bruce was about to open his mouth and warn the Penguin he’d be watching him, when the man spoke again. “Why are you here? Don’t tell me more of my girls have gone missing.” 

Bruce handed over the photographs from the Mitchell’s killer’s thumb drive. “Who is she?” 

Penguin dutifully studied the pictures. “I really don’t know, chief. I might have been coming out at the same time, but I wasn’t rolling with them.”

The sharp sound of heels against the floor were quickly approaching. Bruce tensed and froze. 

It was one of the girls. She was dressed almost exactly as y/n had dressed in the days when she had worked there. Memories flashed through Bruce’s mind but he shoved them away. He didn’t have time for that right now. 

The girl froze. He could see fear mingled with curiosity on her features. He stared evenly back at her. Maybe she would know something.

The Penguin glanced between them. “It’s okay, baby. Mr. Vengeance here, he don’t bite. Come on.” 

The girl set a tray down in front of the Penguin. Desserts and a thick envelope. 

“Thank you, honey.” Penguin took the envelope, checked the cash inside, and handed over a bunch of Drops to the girl. She disappeared back down the hallway. 

Bruce’s mind swirled with possibilities. The Drops operation was supposed to have been shut down with the big Maroni case, months ago. 

The Penguin stood and handed the pictures back to him “Here you go, champ.”

The anger found Bruce again. The Penguin had just sold Drops right in front of him. Jaw tight, he said, “I wanna know who she is, and what she has to do with this murder.” 

“Whose murder?” He couldn’t tell if the Penguin was playing dumb or not. 

“The mayor’s.”

“Is that the mayor? Oh, shit, it is. Look at that.” The Penguin was definitely playing dumb. 

The rage within him crested on a wave. Between one blink and the next, Bruce slammed the Penguin against the glass window, cracking it. “Don’t make me hurt you.” Because he wanted to. The Penguin had no idea how badly Bruce wanted to hurt him. In his mind’s eye, a memory of y/n passed out on his kitchen floor flashed and was gone again. 

“You better watch it. You know my reputation?” 

Bruce pressed him harder into the cracked window. He imagined pushing until the Penguin fell through the glass into the screaming crowd below. “Yeah, I do. Do you?” 

“Look…I’m just the proprietor, okay? I mean, what people do here ain’t got nothing to do with me.” Bruce caught sight of the girl from earlier watching him. He let Penguin go. “Tell you one thing. Whoever she is, she’s one hot chick. Why don’t you ask Mitchell’s wife? Maybe she knows.” At Bruce’s look of disgust, Penguin innocently asked, “What? Too soon?”

Bruce took another glance at the photo. Was that…? 

“You let me know if there’s anything else I can do,” Penguin called as Bruce shoved past him. 

Later, as he watched her change outfits and descend to the street below, things started clicking into place. The missing girl wasn’t missing–she was being hidden by the Penguin’s employee. 

And rumors had been swirling around Gotham for a few months about another vigilante. A woman. 

Bruce got back on his motorcycle to follow the now-disguised woman from her apartment. 

He had a strong feeling that she knew something, and he was going to find out what.

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Should I start paying rent in here?

Hey uh.. heard that part 3 of prof graves AleRudy love triangle was a thing.. you ever tried it? Oh you have? Any idea where it might be… no reason just uh, lil curious *dumb wink*

If you remember Kaleb has my number, cmon every one knows Kaleb. Oh how do I? We go way back man, met trying that why can’t we be more stuff! He hasn’t mentioned me? Oh yeah I used to be kinda shy but we’re good mates- what do you mean he never touched that stuff?! Course he did *sweat drop*, doubt he’d save it just for us. Maybe he just didn’t feel like sharing aye?

(I got carried away with this under cover cop thing)

I think this might be my friend, the typing style is similar and they're the only person I know who would spell Kaleb with a K. Regardless, this is my favorite bit I've ever done, please keep doing it

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Did Rodolfo feel guilty about still going to see Professor Graves after his classes on Monday? Maybe. But… Rodolfo wasn’t sure if he felt so guilty towards Graves or Alejandro…

Maybe it was both. 

Maybe. 

But, that didn’t stop him. In fact, maybe it encouraged him, slightly, as he slowly packed his things, watching the other students leave. He’d stuck his camera in his bag, in case it was something he wanted to take a picture of, deciding to learn his lesson from Saturday.

Sunday… Sunday had been wonderful. He’d woken up to a hot breakfast and he’d woken up entirely too late. But, apparently Soap had canceled on him, so… Something to do with Ghost. Rodolfo hadn’t minded, he’d spent the day with Alejandro. 

He wondered how long this would last. He was getting so much more attention than he’d ever gotten before and he knew it wouldn’t last, but… how much longer would he have? He didn’t know. Did he want to? 

Rodolfo shook off the thought and went down to Professor Graves’ desk when everyone was gone. “You said you had something to show me?” Was he skipping his next class for this? Maybe.

“I do!” Graves grinned, looking up from his laptop. “I already talked to the teacher of your next class, so you don’t have to worry about that. You’ve been excused.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. He loved the way Graves seemed to consider everything. He was so sweet and thoughtful… Alejandro was sweet, too, but he was impulsive and maybe a bit immature. Though… Alejandro was one for small details. Tiny things. Why was he comparing them? He didn’t know.

“That’s great.” Rodolfo finally said, smiling. “What is it?”

Graves stood and led him to his office where Rodolfo frowned as he saw something large and covered in a cloth. He watched his professor pull down the cloth and then he was staring at the same painting as from the book. “It’s a recreation, of course. But… I thought you’d want to see it before I had it sent to the museum.” Graves explained, turning to look at him.

“It’s…” Rodolfo was in awe. He went to the painting, looking over it, at all of the detail. He and the royal really did look so strikingly similar. Every part of them was the same, save for the royal’s hair, which was a lot wavier than Rodolfo was willing to let his get. “It’s beautiful.” He finally said.

The painting was large enough that Rodolfo and the Royal had a perfect equal scale, a 1 to 1. He jokingly posed the same, resting his left hand on his stomach and his hand on where the large ruby of the necklace would be, before turning and looking at Graves. “What do you think? Think I’m a good substitute for the real thing?”

“You’re almost a carbon copy.” Graves laughed before coming over, adjusting his pose ever so slightly. “There. Perfect. Hmm… I wish you had the jewelry on, I’d get a picture.”

“I have a polaroid camera in my bag,” Rodolfo confessed, dropping the pose and shaking his head. “I don’t really take pictures of myself.”

“Why not?” Graves frowned. “That’s a crime, you’re too beautiful for that.”

Rodolfo blushed dark red, his brain failing to work for a moment. It only got worse as Graves reached up and brushed some hair from where it had fallen in front of his eyes. “I just… never get the chance. Soap doesn’t really take pictures of me and it’s hard to take pictures of myself with that camera.”

Graves tilted his head before shrugging. “I’ll fix that.” He grabbed a chair from nearby, placing it in front of the painting and then smiling. “Sit.”

Rodolfo blushed but did as told, curious what he was doing. He frowned when he watched Graves rummage in his bag and then he was pulling the camera out and setting it on his desk. Then, he came over and helped Rodolfo pose and Rodolfo found himself blushing darker as he realized Graves was posing him like the painting.

He held the pose, keeping his face neutral like the painting, and then he looked at Graves, managing not to flinch at the flash. When it was done, Graves took the picture and held it, coming over. “Did you know that you didn’t need to shake old polaroids?” Graves asked when he came over.

Rodolfo frowned. “No, I guess I didn’t… I um… I’m only 20. I didn’t… own a polaroid camera.” He winced, waiting for the typical comments that millennials and really anyone over the age of 30 made towards anyone under the age of 25.

“Makes sense. They became pretty much obsolete by the time you would have been getting a camera. This polaroid snap is pretty good, I like the specifications.” Graves smiled and then held out the picture.

Rodolfo blinked at his words and then relaxed. Of course Graves wouldn’t make those comments, he was too mature for that. He smiled and took the picture, looking at it. The picture made him realize just how similar he looked to the royal, touching over their faces. Well, he already knew, but it was still just uncanny. “Thank you…”

“Of course.” Graves nodded and then Rodolfo was jumping at another flash. “This one will be mine.” He chuckled, taking the picture and then handing Rodolfo the camera back. “You looked too darling, I had to.”

Oh, Rodolfo’s skin turned dark red from that statement. He had to look away as he took the camera back, again thanking Graves. He went to his bag and put the camera in it, as well as tucking the picture in a pocket.

“You know… I was thinking.” Graves came over, wrapping his arms around Rodolfo’s waist from behind. Rodolfo melted as Graves kissed the back of his neck, closing his eyes. “I should take you out. The museum is great and all but… I’d really like to take you out. I know this bar…”

“I’m 20.” Rodolfo reminded, shivering as Graves lightly nipped at the back of his neck, before turning around in his arms. “My ID says I’m 20.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Graves shook his head. “They’ll let you in. As long as you’re with me… They’ll let you in.”

Rodolfo blushed. “You’re not going to be responsible and keep me from drinking?” He teased, though he didn’t care. Rodolfo had drank before. He’d drank a lot before… 

“You won’t be drinking.” Graves laughed. “Neither will I, likely. The food is good and it’s a little more classy than the typical bar. Only a little. How does that sound?”

Rodolfo paused and then smiled. Of course he’d go. “Yeah.. I like that. When?”

“Friday?” Graves asked and Rodolfo nodded. “Perfect! I’ll text you when I’ll be picking you up.” He kissed Rodolfo’s cheek before letting him go. “I look forward to it.”

“Me too…” Rodolfo melted and then waved before grabbing his bag and leaving.

-

Rodolfo was hanging out with Gaz, his other friend. Why? Well, Soap had blown him off again for Ghost. He could only imagine what they were doing. “So…” Gaz said as he took his hair down out of the towel he was using. Gaz had used Rodolfo’s shower, since his was apparently broken. “Soap told me you were with Professor Graves on Friday.”

“Of fucking course he did.” Rodolfo muttered, already irritated. “Look, if you’re here to judge me-”

“I’m not.” Gaz assured, sitting on the other side of the coffee table and taking a bite of the pizza he’d brought over for them. “Actually, I think it’s great. Gets you away from Alejandro.”

Neither Gaz nor Alex, Gaz’s boyfriend, seemed to like Alejandro much. Of course… neither would give Rodolfo a straight answer on why. Even before he and Alejandro had started to distance, they just didn’t seem to like him. It was odd, but Rodolfo had given up on trying to find out why. “Well… No. Because Alejandro and I hung out on Saturday.”

“Ah.” Gaz frowned and then went quiet, looking down at his pizza for a moment. “Well… Are you going to go fully back to Alejandro?”

Rodolfo winced. He didn’t know. “I… Have a date, I think, with Professor Graves this Friday.” He paused when his phone buzzed, blushing when he saw it was Alejandro, who’d sent him a picture of a flier for a concert on Saturday. A candlelit symphony. He melted when Alejandro sent a Want to go? And immediately sent back that he would. “And a date with Alejandro on Saturday.” He smiled and showed Gaz the picture.

“That’s sweet.” Gaz nodded and furrowed his brows. “So… You’re going to go out with both?”

“One or both will lose interest in me, eventually.” Rodolfo shrugged, not really that concerned about it, at the moment. “So… I’m enjoying it while I have it.”

“I see.” Gaz nodded, frowning again. “I… I’m happy for you. I’m glad you seem to be getting some attention. You need it, mate.” He smiled at Rodolfo and touched his hand before sighing. “Why did Soap blow you off again?”

Rodolfo hesitated before sighing. Gaz and Soap seemed to be getting along less and less. It started with Gaz getting with Alex and then Soap got with Ghost and… neither of them hung out unless Rodolfo suggested something. Even there, it was tense the whole time. “Ghost. He’s busy with, you know, being a rockstar. So… I don’t know.”

“Of course he is.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Rodolfo smiled. “It means I get to hang out with you.” 

“That’s true.” Gaz nodded, grinning. “And I like hanging out with you.”

Rodolfo relaxed, nodding. “I like hanging out with you, too. How are Alex and Farah? Well, and Malika.”

“They’re great!” Gaz perked up. “Though, Farah and Malika are honestly kind of gross. Farah always has her in her lap and they are constantly touching! Not in any sexual way, but if Malika gets within five feet of Farah, Farah just has to start touching her and grabbing her.”

Rodolfo laughed, loudly, since he remembered Alex and Gaz being the exact same way when they got together the year before. Alex constantly had his hands on Gaz and Rodolfo remembered he and Soap teased Gaz about it, endlessly. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Hey, we weren’t this bad.” Gaz blushed. “Or… I don’t remember us being this bad.”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes, since they had, indeed, been that bad. “Sure.” He pat Gaz’s arm and then put his elbow on the table. “And Alex has been doing okay?”

“Yep! Better than okay.” Gaz nodded and melted. “He’s perfect. I love him so much… We’re already at a year and I feel like we still just started dating.”

“I’m glad to see those rose colored glasses still haven’t came off, then.” Rodolfo nodded, really happy for his friend. Alex was a really great guy and Gaz deserved that. “Hey, do you think you could come over and help me dress for this date on Friday?”

“Of course.” Gaz beamed. “Why not ask Soap, though?”

“He’s going to flip his shit if I tell him!” Rodolfo immediately said. “Besides, he’s busy this Friday. All week, in fact. I’ll barely see him.”

“Good.” Gaz muttered, sighing. “It’s none of his business who you date.” 

Rodolfo definitely agreed. He shook his head and looked down at his plate, tracing the edge of it. He didn’t understand why Soap was judging him so hard. “No, Rudy, look at me.” Rodolfo looked up, startled. Gaz’s expression was intense. “I mean it. It is none of his business. He, of all people, should not be judging who you choose to date. Got it?”

Rodolfo frowned but nodded. “Yeah… I got it.” He blushed, confused why Gaz was suddenly so intense. “I mean, besides Ghost-”

“Ghost is the reason.” Gaz groaned. “He… runs with a really bad crowd, is all I will say. And Soap knew before he started to date him that he did. Don’t let him tell you otherwise.”

Rodolfo blushed but nodded. “Okay…” He frowned more, now even more confused. Why hadn’t Soap ever told him that? But, he shrugged it off and got up. “Want to see what Graves gave me?”

“Sure!” Gaz smiled, seeming to relax a bit.

Rodolfo went to his wardrobe, which had been issued by the college, and opened it, looking for the blue jewelry boxes and frowning when he couldn’t find them. Odd… He’d put them in there… He looked through his drawers before suddenly getting a hunch.

Oh, he’d fucking kill him. 

Rodolfo went to Soap’s wardrobe, looking in the bottom drawer, and then making an irritated sound when he found the jewelry boxes. He took a picture of them and sent it to Soap. You’re stealing my shit, now? That’s fucking petty.

The message was read pretty much immediately, but Soap didn’t reply. Rodolfo took the boxes out of the drawer and came over, sitting down at the coffee table again and making a frustrated sound as he showed Gaz. “I can’t fucking believe him!”

“I can.” Gaz rolled his eyes. “He’s self righteous, probably thought he was doing it to protect you.”

“Fuck him.” Rodolfo shook his head but opened the jewelry boxes so Gaz could see, relaxing at seeing the jewelry pieces were still intact. “They’re a bit too fancy for Friday but… I love them.”

“But… not for Saturday…” Gaz grinned. “You should wear them that day.”

“No, that feels- No. That feels wrong.” Rodolfo’s face flamed bright red. “I wouldn’t do that to Alejandro.”

“Would Alejandro know unless you told him?” Gaz tilted his head. “Does he even know you’re seeing Professor Graves?”

Rodolfo paused and looked at the pieces, touching over the earrings and necklace. He would really like to wear them… “Fuck, I don’t have clothes for Saturday, either. I don’t… know how to dress elegant like the symphony wants.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I do. Alex takes me on those kinds of dates all the time.” Gaz waved his hand. It made sense, Gaz and Alex were both loaded from family money. Adopted family money, but family money all the same. Gaz’s father, John Price, and Alex’s moms all three co-owned several very successful businesses.

Well, Alex and Farah’s moms. It was… complicated.

“Oh. Well… I don’t think I own anything like that.” Rodolfo frowned. 

Gaz laughed. “That’s fine! I’ll take you shopping! I’ll even pay for it, as long as you let me pick what you wear!”

Rodolfo blushed dark. “But it’s a date with Alejandro…”

“You’re my friend. I’m not going to let you have a shit date, even if I maybe don’t like the partner.” Gaz shook his head. “I’m not Soap.”

“I don’t think Soap would do that, either…” Rodolfo frowned before wincing when Gaz just gestured to the jewelry. “Do you think you could keep them in your dorm? Just… for now.”

“Of course.” Gaz nodded and smiled. “They might encourage Alex to get me my own pieces.” He joked, holding the necklace up to his skin. 

“I think emerald would be better.” Rodolfo remarked, but he smiled. 

“I think you might be right.” Gaz agreed and put the necklace back, being ginger with it. “Let’s go on Thursday! I can help you find an outfit for Friday as well! Since I doubt you have much for a bar.”

“I do not.” Rodolfo agreed. Even if it was meant to be a bit classier… He didn’t think he’d have anything for it. “Alright. Thursday. I like that… Hey, maybe you can bring Malika and I can get to meet her!”

“Perfect!” Gaz smiled. “Thursday.”

-

Rodolfo’s Tuesday and Wednesday were uneventful. Graves ended up canceling class on Wednesday and while Alejandro texted him plenty, neither of them had a schedule that really allowed for them to randomly hang out. Plus, whatever had Ghost super busy apparently had Alejandro busy as well.

Whatever.

So, when Thursday rolled around, Rodolfo was very happy to go and pick up Gaz and Malika. Gaz had decided on the shopping mall, since there were some stores that he knew would have clothes. Which is where they were, now.

Malika was a sweet omega, following Gaz closely. She and Rodolfo had already had a brief conversation about their classes and Rodolfo found that she was fairly intelligent, if not a bit clueless. Gaz informed him that it was because she had had a rough childhood, so Rodolfo decided not to ask about it.

Now, he was watching Gaz look through clothing on a rack in a store that sold “Elegance Wear” for omegas. There wasn’t honestly much difference in how male omegas and female omegas dressed. It mostly had to do with their secondary sex characteristics. Seeing as female omegas had breasts and male omegas had dicks. 

Female alphas and male alphas honestly differed more. It was a bit more socially acceptable for female alphas to be feminine, so they could wear dresses, though more and more opted not to.

In this store, clothing made to fit male omegas had an M next to the size and those for females had an F. Rodolfo was a 16M, for instance, but Malika was apparently a 14F. Apparently Alpha clothing sizes were a bit more complicated, which Rodolfo didn’t get why. But, he wasn’t going to bother questioning it. 

Clothing that could be a bit more neutrally worn just dropped the M and F. Most clothes in a walmart, for instance, would just be a size and that was it. And, seeing as female omegas rarely wore the underwired bra that female alphas did, apparently their bras were a bit less complicated to size as well.

Alphas had to play games with their sizing, too, apparently. 

Well, Rodolfo did suppose it could be important to them, since size used to be a huge thing for alphas. Not so much, anymore, but it had lingered. Bigger alphas were definitely respected a bit more. Just like smaller omegas were often seen as more desirable. 

“Rodolfo-” 

Rodolfo’s head whipped up and he blushed, seeing Gaz and Malika were both looking at him. “Yeah?”

“Have you paid attention to a bloody word I was saying??” Gaz huffed, crossing his arms. 

Rodolfo winced, since he hadn’t even been aware Gaz was talking. “No…” He admitted, going over to him and seeing that Malika was holding two outfits. A blood red velvet dress, which had a black blazer over it, and a the other was an outfit with black pants, a black corset blouse, and the same black blazer. 

“Which do you prefer?” Gaz gestured between the two of them, leaning against the rack. Apparently, Gaz used to be a bit of a nerd in high school, but… well, status was everything. The name Kyle Price said a lot, and it didn’t say dorky nerd. According to Gaz. 

Rodolfo looked between the two of them, considering. “Um… I kind of like the dress.” Admittedly, he was thinking of the painting, since the Royal had been wearing a dress that looked close to red velvet in it. 

This one had the same off the shoulder neckline, which was the most common style that male omegas wore. It didn’t look weird with a flat chest. “I like it.”

“I do, too. I really think it’ll match that jewelry.” Gaz smiled. He’d had Rodolfo send him pictures of it and so he held it up, asking Malika what she thought.

“Hmm…” Malika tilted her head. “I think the gold really goes with the dress, but I’m not liking the blazer… What about cream?”

“No, cream would be too vintage.” Gaz shook his head.

Rodolfo made a face. Right. Malika’s major, which Rodolfo had yet to actually hear, apparently had something to do with fashion. Rodolfo’s major did not. 

Malika seemed to agree, looking around. “Well, he can’t go without something over it, it’s going to be 50 degrees and there is no sleeve. I mean… if he does go, Alejandro may offer his jacket.”

“Yeah, we can’t have that.” Gaz snorted, putting the jacket back on the rack. “I’m giving him Rudy in this dress, I’m not going to give him that much.”

Malika continued to look around before leaving and coming back with a white shawl. It was also velvet, though a much fluffier velvet, and it had a place that one could use a broach, though Rodolfo didn’t own a broach. “I like it.” Gaz nodded, putting it over the dress. “Very elegant.”

Rodolfo was starting to worry it was too elegant. “I’ll be overdressed.”

“The event is black tie.” Gaz waved him off, starting to walk over to the shoe section. “I’m more worried about you being underdressed.”

“How do you know that??” Rodolfo followed him over. “I doubt it’s black tie, Alejandro doesn’t like those kinds of events.” Huh, Graves was taking him to a bar and Alejandro was taking him to a symphony that was supposedly black tie… Weird. It felt like it should be the opposite.

“Because I searched for the event. Don’t worry, Alejandro planned to tell you, I yelled at him over it.” Gaz’s tone was like he was reading off a manual. “He forgot. However, he confirmed it’s black tie.”

Rodolfo was more surprised that Gaz had bothered to speak to Alejandro than he was that Alejandro was going to a black tie event. But, he didn’t say anything, watching Malika and Gaz pick over the shoe section. When they seemed to find acceptable shoes, he shook his head. “Can I see how much everything costs?” 

He wasn’t surprised when Gaz just laughed.

They went up to the counter and Gaz smiled at the cashier. “My boyfriend called up earlier. Alex Keller? He opened a tab.”

The cashier nodded. “Yes, he did, I can see it. Can you give me the last four of the card?”

Gaz gave it and then put the clothes on the counter. Rodolfo rolled his eyes. Gaz could afford everything, himself, but Alex was a bit more traditional in that he believed an alpha should spoil their partner. Granted, Rodolfo was a bit more traditional than both of them, but as such, Gaz rarely paid for anything.

Soap had always joked ‘if it’s not Daddy’s money, it’s Daddy’s money.’ Of course, he meant that joke in a mean way, but Gaz had just let it roll off himself and laughed about it. (Soap was again one to talk since Ghost paid for damn near everything for him. Ghost was paying his college tuition, Gaz was paying his own.)

Rodolfo then followed Gaz out. “Okay, that’s one outfit. What about the other?” He went to take the bag, but Gaz didn’t let him. Whatever. 

“We’re just going to go to a simple store for that one.” Gaz said. Malika caught up to them and she ended up taking the bag, dropping something inside. “Obviously, you don’t need Elegant Wear for a bar.”

Rodolfo agreed and they went into a clothing boutique that Rodolfo did not think he’d be able to afford on his own, but which seemed to have much more casual clothing. He liked the style, looking around. Already, though, it appeared Gaz and Malika were building an outfit.

Black jeans, which Rodolfo preferred, though they appeared to be skinny jeans. Then, a white button down. Black tennis shoes, too. “It’s simple, he can wear the components anywhere else, I like it.” Malika nodded.

“What do you think?” Gaz looked at Rodolfo.

Rodolfo shrugged. They were clothes. “I like them. I think I have all of the components of that in my dorm.”

“Yeah, so? New clothes.” Gaz shook the hangers. 

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, new clothes.” He chuckled, amused by the two. He went over, noting that the clothing was a bit nicer than whatever he owned. The jeans had a soft, almost velvet feel and the material seemed to have a bit more give. The shirt was a lot lighter of a material and Rodolfo did finally notice that it was tied in the front. “I like it.”

“Perfect! Well, that was easier than I expected.” Gaz went up and paid for everything before coming back. “Alright, I’m starving, let’s go eat.”

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Melissa & Jacob, “will you take a breath, kid?”

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(CW: mention of a car accident and hospitalization, nothing described in detail)

“Will you take a breath, kid?” Melissa’s not particularly good at calming people down, but Jacob really does look like he’s gonna hyperventilate.

He’s only been at Abbott for a few months, she doesn’t know him well enough to know if he has any serious medical conditions or if he’s just prone to panic attacks from time to time. Whatever has him shaken, it can hardly be good.

Jacob stops pacing, attempting to take a deep breath as instructed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this right now but I just… I don’t know what to do. I—I have to go.”

Melissa grabs him by the shoulders, trying to steady him. “Whatever’s wrong, there’s a way out of it. If you got yelled at by a parent, or embarrassed yourself in front of the kids or something, you can always try again tomorrow.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” He shakes his head, looking down at his phone again, hands shaking, “I just got a call from the hospital. And my… my boyfriend was in a really bad car accident. They don’t know if—they couldn’t give me any information really.”

The reality of the situation finally dawns on her then. The panic makes sense now. She knows that feeling, when your entire world drops out from underneath you and the only thing you can think of is the worst possible outcome.

“Oh Jacob,” she musters up finally, “You need to go there, go be with him.”

“How?” There are tears running down his face, “My class can’t be left unattended, I don’t even know how to begin that conversation with Ava.”

Melissa grabs his keys from his desk, putting them in his hands. “You go to the hospital, I’ll worry about talking to Ava and finding someone to watch your class.”

“Melissa I can’t ask that of you—”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling,” she insists, practically shoving him out the door. “Go, and drive safely, we don’t need you in the hospital too.”

Jacob doesn’t have the words to thank her, not that she can blame him. He simply nods and runs, leaving her standing in the middle of the hallway. Her kids will be back from lunch soon enough, and his from gym. So, she goes and finds Ava, and by the end of the period Mr. Johnson is teaching the sixth graders U.S. History.

They don’t see each other again till Monday. When Melissa files into the teachers lounge and into her usual seat at Barbara’s side, she sees him reading a book at the other end of the room.

She places her coffee mug down, walking over to him. This isn’t the kind of conversation to be had across the room, even if it is just Barbara there with them.

“Hey, Jacob, is everything alright after Friday?”

Jacob looks up, slightly startled at her approaching him willingly. He places his bookmark on the page, shutting it cautiously. “Yeah, thankfully. He had minor surgery that went well, we actually brought him home yesterday to finish recovering.”

Melissa sighs in relief, “I’m glad, I was worried all weekend.”

“I would’ve let you know but I didn’t have your number or any other way to contact you. And I wasn’t sure if you’d want to know, after everything.” He folds the page, playing with the edges of the paper nervously.

Bless this kid, she doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s practically a walking pride parade. She remembers what it was like to be young and so scandalously in love that it felt like the whole world was watching.

“What do I look like, Ronald Reagan?” She laughs, sliding her phone across the table. “Take my number, just in case there’s ever an emergency again.”

“Thanks,” he gives her a goofy grin, quickly adding her phone number to his contacts.

“That boyfriend of yours like minestrone? I’ll bring you some tomorrow that’ll knock his socks off.” Melissa offers.

“Oh he’d love that, soup is like, his favorite food.”

“Consider it done,” she takes her phone back with a small nod, retreating back to her usual spot at their table. She sits down next to Barbara, finally taking the first sip of her morning coffee.

“Everything alright over there with Mr. Hill?” Barbara asks as the rest of the teachers begin to file in before classes start.

Melissa nods, biting back a small smile, “Yeah, I think he’ll be just fine.”

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