#bi reader

[neowinestainedress]

between us — jn.s (preview n visuals)

pairing: husband!johnny suh x wife!oc x fem!reader | professor!johnny x lawyer!oc summary: you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore. genre: smut, fluff, plot, mxfxf, married couple, established relationship, age gap, bisexual characters, aged up johnny (to his early 30) warnings: in the full fic | READ HERE

THE CHARACTERS

the suhs

the reader

PREVIEW

“He was in the swimming team in high school,” Aaliyah explains, covering her eyes from the sun with a hand and squeezing them so she can watch Johnny. You mimic her, humming at her words. “He was so good, I think I fell in love on the bleachers watching him swim.”

You chuckle tenderly and try to imagine a younger version of them, and you can almost see them. You wonder if their personalities were the same more than ten years ago, you wonder how they looked, you wonder if they would’ve ever imagined to still be here after so many years. But in any version you come up with, you still don’t fit. Actually, it makes you look like a stain even more.

“Your love is… strong,” you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.

“It is,” she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, “even though weird things happen sometimes.”

You giggle, frowning. “Weird things?” Your voice is shaking, and you don’t want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.

“What are you talking about? Praising me?” Mr. Suh asks, grinning while running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.

“Not about you, nothing impressive about that jump,” she jokes. “About us.”

“Us?”

She hums. “I was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.”

You want to ask about the weird things, you want to ask so much more, but you don’t. And you simply stand there, watching Mr. Suh’s hands wrap around her body, feeling jealousy in the pit of your stomach.

And that’s the first time you cry at night about it. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t help but question why they would choose you. Even if it’s just a game, even if it means nothing, you can’t find a reason why. You don’t know who started this first, but it’s not like it would be any different, they’re both hot, smart, talented and successful, and your father is right, you’re not half of her, or his, worth.

Yet, you can’t let it go.

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Maneater

Jennifer may need boys to survive, but there's only one person she wants.

Warnings: Smut, Jennifer k!lls/eats a man, public sex. Also I have no idea how american football works and game tradition so ignore any mistakes.

3.3k words

Jennifer picked up her phone, checking herself out in the mirror while waiting for Needy to pick up. Ugh, she was probably with that disgusting boyfriend of hers. But at least Chip made Needy happy… or at least she guessed he did. While waiting for her to pick up, Jennifer’s eyes wander to the side of the mirror, starting to observe some of the many polaroids hung up on her wall. When she sees your face smiling up at her, she groans, ignoring Needy’s confused ‘hellos’ on the other side of the line. She hangs up the phone, walking closer to the polaroid of you and her posing together with your arms around the other’s waist, grinning at the camera.  Both of you had piercing white smiles and your hair shone in the blinding flash of the camera. The maneaters of the school. One more literally than the other. 

And as much as Jennifer hated to admit it, she was no different to any boy in the school. She wanted you. The thought of her, one of the two most attractive girls in the school dating the second one lit something up in her. She’d have a second thing everyone else couldn’t. And that made her happy. Even though Needy was part of your little trio, it was just Jennifer who was there when you got your nose pierced and she got her belly button pierced.

The squeals of excitement on the way there and back had made her happy to be with you, even though truthfully, Jennifer would take any excuse to be around you. She thought you were beautiful even as you winced in pain when the needle went through your nose and a single teardrop rolled down your cheek. Furthermore, her attraction to you only increased when you so blindly followed the instructions of the piercer who reminded you to breathe. 

Only after the piercing had been done did you look up at Jennifer with those glossy eyes and simpered so widely at her, your arms pushing your tits up as you rubbed a hand over your other arm. Disgustingly enough, Jennifer unashamedly stared at them.

If only she could actually make a move on you.

Her phone ringing brought her out of her little trance but instead of answering she picks up her keys, stepping into her shoes and leaving the house. She’d just have to tell you she was having a dilemma over what to wear at the football game tomorrow when she stops by your place just now.

Jennifer stars her car engine and turns on the radio, lightly humming along to the first song that comes up. Her fingers lightly tap on the steering wheel along with the beat and she glances up at the rear view mirror to check her appearance. She smirks at herself, flashing herself her shiny white teeth. Turning the wheel, Jennifer instead decides to park across the street rather than right in front of your house. For some reason, the usually vacant parking spot next to your car was taken. Mhm, not that it necessarily meant anything, only in this case, it did.

Jennifer closes her car door behind her, twirling a strand of her hair around a slim finger as her heels click. She makes her way up your driveway, but briefly pauses to take a glimpse up at your lit bedroom window. She pauses, takes a few steps backwards to get a clearer view through the window. You’re not alone in there.

Wisely enough, she makes the decision to get back in her car to get a better look at the scene above her. You’re wearing a pink spaghetti strap top, the lace of your bra showing underneath the straps. The thong you've put on conveniently matched your bra, as if you were trying to impress someone. Jennifer frowns, her eyes landing on your half naked companion.

Devon.

Of course, he’s one of the most popular boys in the school and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. She could practically feel herself fuming, even more so when your hand slipped down his boxers and you separated from the kiss to let Devon moan. When you took hold of the elastic waist band of his briefs, dragging them down his thighs and letting his thick cock slap his abdomen, Jennifer decided she had seen enough. But she couldn’t help taking one last look, only to see you take his cock in your mouth. She snarled, and turned on the engine of her car once more, already making the decision that after tomorrow, he'd no longer be yours. In fact, he simply wouldn't be anymore.

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The next day after school, you sit next to Jennifer on her mattress, snacking on chips while she talks about her outfit options. She stands up, slowly pulling her top over her head and dropping it on the floor. Her bare back faced you as she rummaged through her closet and she turns around, holding up a pink crop top in her hand. Your eyes widen slightly, and you will yourself to look away from her naked breasts and towards the top. “Which one is that?” You ask her, pointing at the piece of fabric in her hand. Jennifer holds it up against her chest for you to see the cut of her top against her body.

You shake your head. “You know, I think you should wear the colour of the team right? Because isn’t everyone wearing red anyway?” You point at your own cropped maroon coloured tank top and Jennifer takes a subconscious step towards you. She drops the shirt, putting her hands on her hips. “But this dark red-ish colour doesn’t look good on me. Unlike you. It makes you look like sex on a stick.” You blush, looking at the whole situation from a third person’s perspective. Would they think she’s flirting with you too?

“Here, let me see.” You shake yourself out of the thought, walking towards your closet and looking through the options. You hoped she liked you. You bite your lip and decide that some harmless flirting wouldn’t have any negative consequences.

You bend forward, looking at the folded clothes at the bottom of her closet, putting your hands on one of the lower shelves, giving Jennifer a full view of your ass in the lace white thong you wore. Of course, the white was chosen in a conscious decision to display your ‘innocence’ that any boy in school would love to ruin. Finally, you pull out a maroon piece of fabric, only for it to be the lowest cut v-neck crop top you’ve ever seen. “I would suggest this for the getting laid but not for the game. I think you’d get cold.”

You throw the top at her and she immediately pulls is over her head, a smirk on her face. “Would you get with me if I wore this top?” You freeze for a hot second, hands immediately going to wipe themselves down on your short skirt, but instead of getting flustered, you say “Only if you’ll give it to me nice and hard.” Jennifer smiles and stands up, deciding that it is an appropriate time to head back to the school. She had no doubt that she'd be able to get you screaming in pleasure by the end of the night.

Once you’re there, you find Needy, who you instantly run towards to catch up with, engulfing her in a tight hug, and Jennifer decides to take action of her own. She makes her way outside, and licks her lips, allowing the fresh breeze to welcome her into a cool hug of her own. Luckily for her, she immediately spots her victim on the other side of the football field, leaning against the bark of a tree and makes a bee line towards him. Oh she bets he’ll taste lovely.

Devon, spotting Jennifer, puts out his cigarette on the tree behind him, and raises an eyebrow. It was not often he got to speak to both the man eaters of the school within 24 hours of each other, but he’d take any chance he got. “Don’t stop on my accord. If anything, I’ll take a hit myself.” Jennifer speaks. Devon puts on his killer smile, looking down at the lady in front of him.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls another cigarette, lighting it up and passing it to her after taking a hit. “I was joking, I don’t smoke. This body is too hot for that. And I’d say yours is too.” She reaches for Devon’s chest, running a manicured hand down to his stomach. "I don't usually do this.." She starts, watching as Devon rolls his eyes at her previous comment. "But I've been feeling... what's the word? Horny for you lately." Jennifer's tongue pokes out to lick her lips and her hand goes lower until she can intertwine her fingers into Devon's. He grins, mindlessly allowing her to lead him deep into the forest behind the field.

He chuckles when Jennifer turns around to face him, throwing herself onto him, but he instantly returns her kiss nonetheless. God, this is going to be such a good story to tell the boys, he thinks, watching as Jennifer separated from him to palm his hardening cock. She stops for a brief moment, waiting for Devon to look up at her face again; that's when she strikes. Her pearly white teeth become long and pointy for the fleeting moment in which she attacks Devon's neck.

One lone scream for his life escapes him, and then there's only silence. The succubus inside her finds it in her to enjoy it, and after devouring him enough to sustain herself for the month, she straightens up and begins her trek to the lake nearby, wiping her bottom lip clean of blood. She cleans herself off of Devon's blood, which suitably matches her top, until there's not a single drop of blood on her. Jennifer reaches into her back pocket, just as Devon had done thirty minutes ago, and pulls out a small mirror.

She checks her reflection and licks her lips before reapplying her lip gloss. Once satisfied with her appearance, Jennifer starts her way back to the school. She hears you and Needy before she sees you. You're still together, giggling in a random classroom as you gossip in a hushed tone. Needy looks up when she sees Jennifer out of the corner of her eye and you perk up when you hear "Jen! Where have you been?" Jennifer settles down on the desk chair in front of you, turning the chair around so she could face you and says "I was looking for Devon because we're paired up for that science project but I couldn't find him so I went to the bathroom to retouch my makeup. But that's not important, what are you two giggling about?"

Before you can speak, you hear a racket in the hallway. You directly assume it's the footballers. You and Needy stand up, the obvious choice to make your ways to the bleachers, but Jennifer stays seated. You offer her a hand, which she takes, and link arms with her, pulling her close to you and whispering in her ear "There's something I should tell you. I was telling Needy about me and Devon. Something happened between us." Jennifer looks up at you from where she was staring at the ground in concentration, a look of fake surprise on her face.

For what it was worth, Jennifer was happy that you wouldn't hide the situation from her, but it wasn't enough. "What" She gasps, and the both of you sit on the nearest bench you lay your eyes on. You nod excitedly. "After we were both done with our detention with Mr. McMurray yesterday, he made a move. And we started kissing, and I invited him over. Then one thing led to another. But I have to admit, it was a little disappointing." Jennifer's brows shoot up and she gasps. "What? Isn't he supposed to be really good at sex?" You shrug, averting your gaze to where the football team was starting to warm up. "Apparently not." Jennifer puts what you think is a sympathetic hand on your thigh and you smile at her.

People start to crowd the bleachers and the non residential football team make their way onto to the field. You drown out the short speeches that always occupy the first 10 minutes of football games and wait until the whistle is blown to pay attention to the game in front of you. A while goes by when you feel Jennifer's hand slip higher up your skirt. You look up at her and she squeezes your thigh, a satisfied smile on her face. You place a hand over hers, impossibly scooching closer to her. "Jen?" You whisper, looking for any explanation she's willing to give. "Let's get out of here." She whispers back, never tearing her eyes away from the game.

Despite all the noise around you, silence falls amongst the two of you. The only rational decision to make is - of course - to agree. You stand, straightening out your skirt, and make your way back into the school building. Jennifer is right behind you, and once she catches up with you, takes your hand and leads you right out the back entrance of the school and into the forest. Of course though, in the opposite direction that she had Devon into. "We still need to get a good view of the game though. We couldn't possibly just skip it." Jennifer teases, leading you into a clearing.

You spin around, and true to her word, Jennifer had brought you somewhere with a perfect view of the football field. You were far enough that most of the noise was drowned out so you could be as loud as you wanted, but close enough to feel exposed to the entire student body sitting on the bleachers. Two cold hands land on your waist from behind you and soft lips start leaving kisses on your neck. You giggle, moving your neck to make more space for the girl behind you.

Suddenly, all touch is gone, so you follow the sound of Jennifer's shoes on the forest floor, the leaves crinkling underneath her weight. She's left wiping leaves off a tree log on the floor and sits on it, despite what insects might be on it. You jog over to her, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her in for a kiss that's immediately returned. Her fingers draw shapes on your thighs before travelling up your sides under your skirt and playing with the hem of your panties.

A single one of Jennifer's hands comes up to push down on your hip, urging you to take a seat on her lap - and you do. She breaks your kiss and turns you around in her lap so you're facing the field once more and she instantly has her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide open. Both her hands gently rub up and down the front of both your thighs as she teases you and you quietly beg "Please." You hear her chuckle behind you, her hot breath hitting the back of you neck and finally, she slowly pulls your panties down your long legs, allowing the cold air of the forest to hit you right in your core.

Chills run down your spine, and Jennifer takes that as a distraction to plunge two fingers into your pussy. "Oh-" You moan loudly as Jennifer gains a steady rhythm of massaging her long fingers deep into your cunt and her second hand slips under your top to play with your big tits. When she struggles to freely play with your nipple, her hand comes around your back, her short nails scratching at your skin teasingly and she effortlessly unclasps your bra.

"Jen!" You whimper when she removes her hand from your cunt to help in undressing your torso. Your legs snap shut at the absence of her hand, but Jennifer is quick to fix that with a sharp slap to the side of your thigh. You whimper, raising your arms up to help Jennifer remove your crop top, and then she quickly makes use of removing your bra, discarding it somewhere on the forest floor.

The cold air instantly hardens your nipples and both of Jennifer's hands come up to squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples between her nimble fingers, the hand previously inside you leaving traces of your own juices on your body. You moan again, arching your back against her as you momentarily squeeze your thighs for any bit of friction. Jennifer giggles at the look of pleasure on your face, head thrown back on her shoulder, and decides it's time to be nice to you. One of her hands continues to squeeze and massage your nipples, and her lips get to pressing kisses anywhere she can reach.

Meanwhile, her second hand traces its way back past your stomach and down to your dripping pussy. She slowly adds her fingers inside you, but is quick to increase their speed. You moan loudly, your legs squeezing around her hand and scream her name when her second hand comes down to leave a harsh slap on your clit. "Oh god Jennifer!" Your tits bounce uncontrollably at the speed in which Jennifer's hand pounds into you, her second hand working fast circles on your sensitive nub. "Jen- Jennifer!" You pant her name like a mantra as you approach your orgasm, your hands grasping at anything they can find, landing on the fabric of Jennifer's skirt underneath you.

"Cum you filthy slut. I can't believe you let me take you naked in the forest with the entire school in sight." She murmurs in your ear, the speed of her hand increasing even more until your legs start to shake and your screaming her name over and over again, your back arching against Jennifer's chest, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. She rides you through it, slowing down her hand, her second own coming back up to wrap around your torso, steadying you for when you come back down from your high. "Oh god." You mutter, looking down at Jennifer's still hand in your exposed cunt, due to your skirt riding up your waist. Your panties are at your ankles and your bra is a couple of feet away from the both of you, and you can't seem to spot your shirt.

"You're okay?" You hear Jennifer check in from behind you and you nod in reassurance, moaning for the last time when Jennifer pulls her hand out of your pussy. One of her hands stays on your thigh while the other rubs your back gently, and you shakily get back on your feet. Jennifer pulls your underwear back up and tugs your skirt down before smacking your ass. "Jen!" You yelp, turning around.

Her gaze lowers itself from your eyes to stare at your exposed tits with zero shame and she pulls you closer by the belt loops in your skirt to kiss you again. Her tongue welcomes itself in your mouth and both her arms wrap around your back, pulling you impossibly closer. She relishes the feeling of your tits pressed tightly against her and when she pulls away, she finally suggests "Honestly I think you should just stay like this." She winks at you, but you go to retrieve your bra either way. Jennifer hands you back your top and kisses you one last time.

"So we go back to my place?"

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[angel4astraea]

'kay but like imagine the jealousy in their eyes when they see you walking to the dorm's mailboxes but you're wearing flowy pj pants with a sports bra on. there's hickeys from your "best friend's" curiosity on your neck, collarbones and chest. you look over and smile innocently at him, sorting through your mail.

he can't help but want to be the one to leave those pretty blossoming marks across your body. he heard the giggles from his wall, them being paper thin. of course, he knew that your best friend was curious about women and who are you to say no to the person you trust the most? next time, he'd ask you out for lunch and make sure your best friend sees you laughing at his jokes and hitting him playfully. . all while those marks are turning yellow and disappearing.

ATSUMU, OIKAWA, KAGEYAMA, KYOTANI, DAICHI, IWAIZUMI, akaashi, tendou!!

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[yagirlwrites]

Wild Summer (Part 7)

Series Masterlist

Parings: Rafe Cameron x Reader (main), JJ Maybank x Reader, Kiara Carrera x Reader

Synopsis: After her encounter with Kie, Y/N enjoys her night with the Pogues. Her and JJ have a conversation on where they stand. Rafe is dealing with some confusing feelings. Tensions come to a head when Rafe and Y/N meet in the parking lot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Rafe has sex w someone else but don't worry he has trouble finishing (oops) and his ego is wounded, car sex, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, mean!Rafe (he's really mean in this one)

A/N: Surprise!!! I know, I know! I'm really really sorry about the delay! I hope you all enjoy this part! Summer is back and so is Wild Summer! I promise to try and do better with updating after my finals are done. Uni has been crazy, depresh was killing me but never mind that - Rafe and Y/N FINALLY hook up again! But it wouldn't be them without complications so fair warning - Rafe gets real mean in this one.

Wild Summer Part 7

It was happening again. She was there one moment and gone the next, just like that day at the Island Club. Rafe remembered what had happened the last time he blinked and she disappeared - she was off somewhere fucking him. Rafe's blood boiled. Jealousy, anger, resentment and hurt all wrapped into one. He couldn't believe it was happening again.

He was torn between going off and finding them and beating the shit out of the pogue for daring to touch her - and crying from all the feelings swirling in him. The alcohol, drugs and frustration were a bad mix for his head and he didn't like the darkness that was enveloping him. Tonight was supposed to be his night. His night of freedom from Y/N and all the shit that came with her. And yet here he was again, feeling sad and angry at a party that was meant to bring him joy.

The girl he had been dancing with was getting handsier, her hands slipping under his shirt, reminding him why he was there to begin with. Fuck her out of his system. That was the plan. He could do it too, so easily. The girl was more than willing and the fact that Y/N was with him made him want to forget her even more.

His lips found the blonde's, taking control of the kiss and their movements. She moaned into his mouth and he smirked, deciding enough was enough. It was time to snap out of it and have some fucking fun.

But without his consent his gaze swept over the party again, noticing something out of the corner of his eye. Maybank. He was messing around with his friends. It took a few seconds for his anger to turn to confusion, finally realizing what was missing from the picture. She wasn't there.

JJ was there and Y/N wasn't with him. Which meant she wasn't off getting fucked by the pogue like he had expected and it threw him. His eyes searched the party for any sign of her but he found none. The confusion turned to worry, as his brain started coming up with different scenarios as to where she had gone and what might have happened to her.

The girl he had been making out with a minute ago forgotten. He had half a mind to just go up to Maybank and demand to know where Y/N was. Why didn't the asshole seem worried in the slightest? What if something happened? What if...

His train of thought broke as his brain short circuited. She was back. She was okay, she was safe and she was coming back from the woods and she was... holding hands with Kiara. They both looked dishevelled and flushed and he knew what they'd been up to. Un-fucking-believable.

He stared as the two girls joined the rest of the pogues again and started laughing like them fucking off in the woods was a regular occurrence. It took a minute for his brain to fully comprehend it though but once he did the anger returned. He was such a fool.

He had been right, she was getting fucked by a pogue just not the one he thought. Kie. A traitor of their class, pogue by choice. And now Y/N's most recent conquest. He wondered how many more people on the island she'd fucked in the short time she'd been here.

He watched her laugh with the group, his heart hammering in his chest. His frustration reached new levels, the anger still there but he ran hot with something else too - lust. He had been ignoring it all night. How beautiful and sexy she looked, the memories of her taste and her sounds and how she felt on him. He became flushed at the thoughts.

Suddenly, he thought about her and Kie.... He would never admit it but he'd always thought Kie was as attractive as she was self righteous. But now his mind was running wild with all these images of the two girls tangled together and it overwhelmed him. His anger mixed with desire drove him crazy, until he could feel the tightness of his pants and realized where he was.

The blonde was smirking at him, clearly noticing his excitement and thinking it was because of her. He didn't care to correct her. This was it. He was going to have sex with this girl and finally release the frustration that had been building up for days.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked and she grinned so big he felt a little guilty, but soon forgot all about it as she took his hand and dragged him away from the party.

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Y/N and Kie had rejoined the party with flushed cheeks and a spark in their eyes and anyone who wasn't completely wasted could figure out what they'd been up to.

JJ was looking broody when Y/N approached and she began to feel guilt seeping in. She didn't regret what she did with Kie and definitely wasn't planning on it being a one time thing. But she was here as his guest. And even though they were casual, she still felt a little shitty for hooking up with his friend when he was nice enough to invite her to the party to start with.

"Hey." She walked up to him wearing a sheepish smile. His face remained serious when he spoke.

"Hey." His tone was neutral and she couldn't make out what he was thinking or feeling. She was getting antsier by the second and felt the sudden urge to apologize.

"Listen-" she cut herself off as his smirk broke through and she realized he was messing with her. He laughed at her face, a mix of bewilderment and guilt, until she relaxed and rolled her eyes at him.

"You dick."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I thought you were mad." She looked sheepish again and he felt a twinge of guilt for messing with her like that.

"Why would I be mad? Because I brought you to a party and you disappeared to fuck my friend?" His voice was casual but she felt the need to clear the air.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, that wasn't cool."

"It's fine, Y/N. I mean, I know we ain't serious." He gave her a small smile, an attempt to alleviate her mood.

"No, I know. I just... I guess I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He realized she was being serious and he took a step closer to her.

"I'm not upset, if that's what you think." She opened her mouth to protest and he wrapped his hand around her arm to pull her closer. She was looking up at him with an anxious expression. He felt kind of dumb for making her stress out, even though she was right - it wasn't very cool what she did. But he truly wasn't upset.

"Look, I know our thing is casual. And I'm glad you and Kie are... getting along now." She blushed as he smirked.

"But I am... I mean..." He trailed off trying to find the right words to explain what he was feeling.

"I like you." Her eyes widened and he quickly continued.

"Not like that. Just. I like being around you... and you know... the sex is great." She smiled at that.

"I just- I guess I wonder where this leaves me. Cause I don't mind you being with other people, I don't!" He was blushing, talking about his feelings wasn't something he usually did.

"I just... I'd like us to keep... you know..." She smirked at his awkwardness, finding it adorable.

"Fucking?" She offered and he scoffed.

"Well, yeah. Not the word I was gonna use but yeah." He scratched the back of his head, looking at the floor.

"But it's not just that. I like hanging with you..." he was blushing harder and her features softened.

"I'd like to think we're friends, I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying anymore." He chuckled awkwardly avoiding her eyes.

She smiled and took a step closer to him, cupping his cheek and making him look at her.

"I like to think we're friends too." His dimple made a reappearance and she smiled bigger.

"And I would like to keep... fucking you." he was blushing crimson now, a goofy little smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She pulled him closer, foreheads meeting and noses brushing.

"I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's okay with you, friend." He rolled his eyes as she smirked and pulled him in. The kiss was sweet, reassuring, comforting and wonderful. Neither tried to deepen it both content to just be with each other. It was nice. Really nice.

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The girl was kissing Rafe's neck while she rode him sensually. They were on the far side of the beach, the music from the party barely audible. She was moaning into him while he squeezed her ass as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was dark where they were. She was good. But for some reason it felt off.

The damp sand that was digging into his skin was irritating, the darkness that surrounded them was creeping him out. Her moans were too loud, the wrong pitch, her movements too erratic. Her skin felt sticky from the sweat and salt and he didn't like the feel of it under his fingers. It was wrong. All of it was wrong.

He didn't know what the hell was happening to him because there he was getting laid on the beach with a sexy blonde and yet he couldn't relax. Every noise was amplified, crickets in the nearby trees grating on his nerves, the waves kissing the shore an unpleasant hum in his eardrums. The girl was riding him like a pro, and she was definitely enjoying herself. So why was he not? He should be. He fucking should be.

He started pushing into her, trying to chase down that need that kept itching at him but he couldn't find it. She was loving it though, based on how much louder she got. It annoyed him. He wanted it to be over already so he could drink some more or go home or float away in the ocean. He didn't know. He just knew he hated this.

She finally came on his dick, squeezing him tight and try as he might he just couldn't enjoy it the way he used to. The way any normal man should. She was riding out her high on him, looking down at him like she was waiting for something from him. He couldn't give it to her though. So after a few more moments he rolled them over and pulled out of her, laying back on the sand after he did.

"That was fun." She smiled but all she got was a hum in return. She was panting, sated but also confused. She knew he hadn't come. He was still hard but it was like he was numb. She didn't understand what went wrong. She tried going down on him but he pulled her off of him when he realized what she was doing.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was incredulous.

"Nothing." He muttered and got up, discarding the condom and grabbing his clothes as he went. She scoffed and grabbed her own clothes quickly putting them on while he slowly got dressed.

"So that's it?" She sounded mad. He wasn't sure what her problem was though.

"You finished didn't you?" His words came out harsher than he intended but he couldn't find it in him to care. At that she turned around and left him standing there with a final "fuck you, man".

He stood and stared out at the ocean for what felt like forever. As if waiting for something. Some explanation as to what was wrong with him? Some fucking peace, that he hasn't known in years but felt that night with her. His heart was heavy. He had no clue what do to or how to proceed. Well and truly lost.

...........

Y/N was dancing with Pope, laughing at his impressions of the strangers around them. She hadn't laughed this much in ages.

"Do the Morgan Freeman voice!" JJ requested and Y/N already had tears in her eyes before Pope even started talking. And once he did she was clutching her stomach and trying not to fall to the floor. JJ helped her stay upright long enough to make it to a fallen log where they could sit down.

Tonight had been a blast, including but not exclusive to her rendezvous with Kiara. The entire group was so much fun to be around and Y/N felt so welcome and free. She had never had friends like the this, completely at ease with each other, happy just existing together. She liked it. A lot. And she hoped they liked having her around too. They seemed to, after her and Kie got over their awkwardness.

She expected they would get interrogated, judged or at least some awkward tension from the group after what had happened, but other than the initial amused expressions none of the boys mentioned it again.

She was sitting by JJ's side, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling sated - happy even. Everyone was laughing at Pope and she felt like the smile on her face was permanent.

Kiara was sitting opposite her with John B. and she kept stealing glances at Y/N. She had a smile on her face too. Any awkwardness or tension that was there before was nowhere to be found. Kie's face was friendly and peaceful and she was looking at Y/N like she belonged there. It tugged at Y/N heartstrings because she knew she did not. That this was all temporary. But if hanging out with them meant experiencing this kind of fun and contentment, she wasn't going to complain. She would take as much of it as she could get, happy to be along for the ride however short it might be.

It was getting late. She had stopped drinking a while ago, opting to switch to water instead in hopes of lessening her troubles tomorrow. She really didn't want to wake up with a head splitting hangover. The crowd was getting smaller, people deciding enough was enough and leaving the party. She wondered how much longer JJ and his friends were planning on sticking around.

She looked over the people now and witnessed some drunken stupors, some people still dancing way off beat and a few determined guys attempting a keg stand even though none of them were sober enough to succeed. And then her eyes met his.

He was on the other side of the party, blending into the shadows looking like a rain cloud. She almost gulped at the sight.

He was looking right back at her and it was quickly making her lose that sense of contentment she had been feeling. She hadn't been ignorant of his presence, having known he was there all along. His piercing stares could be felt on her skin throughout the night. But she never turned. She didn't want to look at him and lose herself again, the way she had yesterday. She was happy to hang out with JJ and the group, happy to mess around with Kie, but he was always there in the back of her mind like an itch begging to be scratched. She didn't know how long she could keep ignoring him before her body gave in and she fell from the precipice all over again.

It felt inevitable. It was a pull much stronger than her determination could handle. She knew she would fall back into him even though she didn't want to. She wanted to move on and forget but he was not letting her. It was as if he had crawled his way under her skin and no matter how much she tried she couldn't deny her need for him forever.

So her eyes found him, despite her best efforts not to. She was tired after all, no longer on high alert. And he was looking right at her. It was like she was caught in a trance that were his eyes and the way he was looking at her.

Like he wanted her. Like she was his. And that made a spark of anger shoot through her because she wasn't. She wasn't anyone's. But he didn't seem to want to accept that. She could see his anger too, it was radiating off of him. Like she had pissed him off something awful. But also his desire. It was all over his face, he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

He needed her. Needed to touch her and feel her again. The last time she was in his arms too far away, too long ago. He needed it, craved it like an addict. And he knew it too. It was dangerous. And he was mad. Real mad. At her. At himself. At JJ, Kie, at all the pogues for keeping her attention the whole night while all he wanted was to be with her.

He felt so pent up, like he couldn't breathe. Like if only he could have her and kiss her and touch her, if only she was in his orbit, he could take in air. And while she was all the way over there, on the other side of the bonfire, his lungs were failing, screaming at him. Go get her.

But they were both stubborn. A recipe for disaster. They had known it from the first moment their eyes met that night. And they didn't care about the warning signs because the pull was inescapable. It still was. He thought it always would be.

The trance was broken when JJ suddenly jumped off the log, startling her back to earth. The reason for his movement became obvious once she refocused. John B had fallen off the other log and took Kie with him, the girl trying to push him off of her to no avail. JJ and Pope managed to flip him off right before he threw up, Kie fortunate to escape it.

It was becoming clear to everyone that the night was over. JJ and Pope helped John B up while Kie dusted herself off with a disappointed look at her friend. Summer stood and started helping Kie gather their stuff and the trash they left.

Kie was shocked to see her helping with the clean up, not having expected it from the girl. Yet again, Y/N was proving her wrong. Yet again, she felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions earlier. She smiled at her and Kie returned it, blushing as the memories of their forest rendezvous flashed to the forefront of her mind.

She had had a really good time with Y/N. The girl gave her some of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced and it was in a quick, party-side moment. She wondered how it might be in a proper private setting. She also wanted to return the favour, make Y/N feel good too. She hoped Y/N would keep her word and there would indeed be another time.

She shook off her naughty thoughts just in time to see Pope walking up to the two girls. They had just finished gathering their left overs as he approached.

"JB's passed out. JJ's taking him to the Twinkie. Time to call it." Kie nodded joining him.

Y/N was a bit confused with that the hell 'the Twinkie' was but she didn't feel it right to ask questions right then. It wasn't important. It was time to go home.

"You coming?" Pope asked, taking Y/N by surprise. She had driven herself and JJ there earlier and wasn't sure about the other's driving situation. She nodded and joined them on the walk to the parking lot where she immediately noticed JJ struggling to strap a passed out John B into the passenger seat of an old, beaut up VW van.

Pope and Kie made their way into the back of the van just as JJ walked to the driver's side. He finally noticed Y/N standing by the side of the van, looking lost.

"What's up?" She looked at him confused.

"Hm?" He chuckled at how cute she looked with her nose all scrunched up. She was thinking.

"What's running through that pretty head of yours, huh?" He was standing right in front of her then, Y/N finally looking up at him properly.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering what the hell the Twinkie meant..." she trailed off blushing and he couldn't stop the smile that made its way onto his face. She was so cute.

"My lady, meet the Twinkie." He patted the top of the van with a smirk and it took Y/N a second to realize what he was saying. When she did she laughed, eyes looking like stars in the night. She was beautiful.

"I see." She was still smiling, making JJ's heart beat just a little faster. The way she was looking at him was making him feel flushed. Then a loud groan could be heard from the van and they all looked over to see John B leaning his head against the window and moaning something.

"We should go, J." It was Pope who spoke, peaking out from the back of the van. "He needs to lay down."

"Yeah, of course. Of course." JJ cleared his throat and looked back at Y/N, who had a small smile still on her face.

"Do you wanna... come with, or?" Her smile widened.

"Nah, I'm good. My car's here anyway."

"Right. Right, of course." He didn't move, looking sheepish. It was clear he didn't want to say goodbye even though he had to. The thought made her smile and without thinking she leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, resulting in a full flush of his dimpled cheeks.

"I'll text you." She smiled, walking slowly backwards.

"You all be safe, now." She waved at the others and they returned the goodbye. JJ shook his head and finally got into the drivers seat looking back at her. She winked and turned around heading in the direction of her own car. He couldn't hold back the smile on his face as he started up the Twinkie and made off toward the Chateu.

........

She was starting to feel it all at once. The contentment but also exhaustion from her night, the lingering sadness and frustration from the night before and his presence at the party. As she walked towards where she parked her car, all those feelings washed over her and she felt overwhelmed. It was as if her ears were buzzing from all the noise of her feelings, which she knew made no sense.

She had just gotten to her car when she felt it. A presence in the shadows. Someone was behind her, watching her. And though this should have made her panic and instigate her fight or flight instinct - she relaxed. All the noise from earlier, all the pent up energy suddenly disappeared and there was only silence and peace.

It was him. She could feel it. As if she had some kind of sixth sense when it came to him, her body just knowing when he was near.

She'd felt a lot of things tonight but the one thing she hadn't felt in days was peace. She knew it was because of him. There was no one else and nothing else in the world when they were alone together. It didn't matter if it was a loud party, a private hotel room or a dark forest parking lot. She always felt safe with him. The irony wasn't lost on her.

She exhaled. He hadn't said anything yet, but he knew she knew he was there. He could tell by her body language, by the way her shoulders loosened and she seemed relaxed. She was waiting for him to make a move, just standing there by her car. Waiting for him.

He was so angry and happy and tired and frustrated from everything that had happened in the last few days, everything that has been happening since she came into his life. He was still feeling the effects of the substances in his system and it was making him more and more irate. He could feel the frustration turn to arousal turn to desperation and then he was moving.

In a split second he was there, his front pressed to her back, heat radiating off of him into her own body. She shivered as his hands made contact with the bare skin of her arms and his breath hit her ear as he breathed in her scent.

He felt like he was going to cry from the relief of feeling her again, but that didn't last long. The memories rushed back at him and the anger he had felt came back with fervor. He was mad and turned on and he wanted to make her pay. Wanted her to fall apart for him and feel sorry for the way she treated him. Like he was just some guy to her. Like she didn't feel the same damned pull he did when they were together. Like he was a fool.

She relaxed back into him and his heart skipped a beat. For a moment he forgot himself and almost nuzzled his face into her neck but he caught himself in time. He remembered how fucking embarrassed he was earlier when he couldn't do what she had suggested. He couldn't fuck her out of his system. And he felt like he was going to burst from the anger and resentment. Towards her and himself. But he would focus on his anger toward her for now. And let her feel it.

She didn't deserve his soft love, didn't want it, rejected it. So he'd make sure she regretted it. She'd get his anger instead. And maybe then she'd understand. Or maybe she wouldn't. It didn't matter. He no longer cared. At least that's what he told himself.

The next thing she knew she was being pinned against the side of her car, her front roughly connecting with the metal making her let out a wince. It almost made him crack immediately but he couldn't. She hadn't pushed him off so he knew she wasn't complaining.

He roughly grabbed her ass as he flipped up her dress and then his palm made contact with her cheeks with a resounding smack. She gasped into the night air. Both turned on by his aggressiveness and worried about doing that out in the open like this. Sure it was dark but still. She forgot all about it though, when he pressed his clothed cock against her ass making her feel just how much he wanted her. She moaned and he smirked at the sound, having her right where he wanted her. If she wanted to act like a slut he was going to treat her like one.

He grasped her hair in his fist and pulled her back into him roughly. Her gasped whine made his cock twitch and his heart skip.

"Rafe..." he yanked her harder, making her words die out on her tongue.

"Open it." It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about when he pushed her into the back door of her car. He was being so rough with her and it concerned her as much as it made her shiver with anticipation.

She clumsily searched her purse for her car keys and almost dropped them when he quickly took them from her shaking hand and unlocked the car himself. Before she could speak, the back door was open and he was pushing her in, bending her over the seat.

"Rafe-" he interrupted her again with another smack on her ass, this time hard enough to make tears sting at her eyes. He rubbed the red mark to soothe it giving her a false sense of comfort before doing it again. He roughly grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her making her gasp into the small space she was in.

He was still outside standing behind her, admiring the view of her bent over for him, red ass on full display. He could see her pussy glistening in the low light and he wanted to curse at how hard he was. She was loving this, he could tell. It made him angrier and more desperate to feel her around him again.

He made work of unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers, leaving him finally out of the constraint he's been in for what felt like forever. He let out a breath in relief and she started to turn, hoping to take a look at him. He stopped her before she could though, pushing her further down onto the seat, making her arch her back. It made her ass look even more enticing. He almost cursed under his breath but managed to keep it in. Fuck, she drove him crazy with every move she made.

He slapped her ass again, trying to release his frustration but it just kept sizzling. Her whine into her arm didn't go unnoticed, as his dick twitched and precum started leaking from his red tip. He didn't have it in him to hold back anymore. So he didn't.

In one move he pushed inside her, filling her up, balls deep. Her choked gasp made him want to hold her close but he remembered how he felt for the past few days and that need to comfort was once again overrun by his anger.

He stood still for what felt like forever making her more desperate by the second. She felt at odds, part of her needing him to move and bring her pleasure, the other part wanting to push him off and force him to talk to her. But she was afraid he wouldn't. So she waited for his next move, impatiently.

After what felt like forever he finally moved, pulling out of her almost completely before slamming right back into her making her close her eyes and release a loud moan.

He did the same thing a few more times, watching her wince and moan and push back, instinctually chasing him. He was playing with her and she was getting frustrated. So she decided to do something about it. She moved back hard, forcing him back in with a groan of his own. She smirked in victory but it didn't last long because the next second he was setting up a fast rough pace, turning her into a moaning whimpering mess.

"Fuck! Rafe-" she started but he interrupted yet again and she didn't even have the time to get mad because he had grabbed her face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks. She was taken by surprise by his roughness once again, yet he could feel her pussy clenching on him at the act.

"Be a good little slut-" his hips rutted into her hard interrupting his words. "And shut up. Hm?" His voice was low and raspy and so damn hot. He had never been this mean and she hated that it made her so fucking weak for him.

Her eyes closed, face meeting the car seat as he pushed her down by her shoulders causing her to squeeze him tighter with her cunt. He was so fucking turned on it was making it hard to keep control, but fuck if he didn't make sure she ached tomorrow. She won't be able to forget about him in the morning if she can't walk straight. The thought made him smirk and land a rough smack on her ass again. She almost screamed, her noises seeming too loud for the close space they were in.

He reached forward sticking his fingers in her mouth, to lower the noise or to feel her clench down on him harder, he wasn't sure. His pace so hard it had the car shaking from his thrusts. It was filthy.

It felt so good. It was so hot and sexy and rough and it was driving her crazy that no matter how hard she tried to form a coherent thought or take some control over the situation he would hit her G-spot just right and she'd lose it all over again. All she could do was let out mumbles and noises that didn't make any sense. He was fucking her dumb and she hated it. But she also loved it.

All the frustration, all the stress she had been under, all the fear and anxiety she'd been feeling over their situation since yesterday just went away. She wasn't overthinking, wasn't worrying about what would happen tomorrow or how she would stay away from him now that she'd let him back in again. All her brain could understand in that moment was how good he was fucking her, how much pleasure she was experiencing, how much she needed more and more and more.

Time slipped away from them, it could have lasted 2 minutes or 2 hours, they didn't know and didn't care. They were lost in the feel of each other. Him wanting to fuck her so good she sees stars, so she can never forget him. Her wanting him to keep fucking her forever and never ever stop. It was too good. Too hot. Too much.

And as he hit her G-spot for the umpteenth time that night she came undone. Her scream was deafening, her grip on him vice like, he swore he could've passed out. She was shaking as he kept fucking her through her orgasm. He was trying so hard not to cum because he didn't want this to be over yet. He wouldn't let it.

She collapsed onto the seat, feeling totally fucked out. She thought he had cum, with how still he was inside her for a minute. But then he pulled her closer by her hips, positioning one knee onto the seat and somehow fucking her even deeper than before. She was mewling out desperate pleas, she wasn't sure what for, to stop or keep going. He didn't care either. He couldn't let himself stop before he let all of the anger out and he still had a lot left.

His pace was brutal and she didn't know how she hadn't passed out already, feeling like she was half way to leaving her body. But it felt so good. It hurt so good. The pain and pleasure was overlapping in a way she'd never experienced before. It was too much. It wasn't enough. It was everything. She was so close.

And then he slipped his hand under her, rubbing her clit harshly and she came again. This time even harder. So hard she swore she blacked out for a second. He kept fucking her through it, so close to his own peak while he watched her cum for him, fall apart for him, in a completely new way. It was mesmerizing.

He wished he could refrain, to keep it in, but he couldn't. He couldn't because the hottest thing he'd ever wittnessed just happened in front of him. On him. And he couldn't hold it back anymore. His hips stuttered as he reached his high, filling her up with his cum. His groans were loud and he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of it.

She was limp under him once her high passed, feeling absolutely drained after the experience. He was still inside her, occasionally twitching as the last of his orgasm washed over him. His face was buried in her back, breathing her in, both their breaths fast and shallow, sweat coating their skins making them sticky. Not just sweat though. Her cum too.

She'd squirted. All over. Her release covered both of them and the car underneath. She still hadn't grasped what had happened but he couldn't think of anything else.

Fuck. That was the best thing ever. Hottest, most wonderful thing he'd ever been part of. She came so hard on his dick - he was the one who made her squirt all over her car, him, no one else. It made a burst of pride swell in his chest. She defintely won't forget that. He smiled, breathing in her scent as her own breathing got more even.

That damn scent, her scent, it was so ingrained inside him now. God damn he felt so happy to be in it again. In her again. With her again.

But then she started moving and his dreamy state cleared, leaving him to remember what had happened and why. Why she had cum so hard. Why he had fucked her so hard to begin with. And then he remembered how much she hurt him and that the whole reason he was there was to hurt her too.

So as much as he wanted to just wrap her up in his arms and take her home and hold her and kiss her and keep her safe with him he couldn't. That wasn't the plan. The plan was to fuck his anger into her and he had. The anger was gone, he realized. It had been gone since she started squeezing him for the second time. He had felt sated. Happy even. But it didn't last, it couldn't. It never did with her. So he withdrew out of her and got dressed again.

She was laying there as he pulled out, wincing at the loss of contact. She was so tired and she just wanted to wrap herself around him and fall asleep right there in the car. She didn't even care that the seat was damp, couldn't even really process the fact that she'd just squirted for the first time in her life. It didn't matter. In that moment she just wanted him to hold her, to feel his skin on hers while she fell asleep.

But he wasn't coming back. She heard him ruffling around behind her and expected him to come lay with her when he got dressed. But he didn't. She pushed herself up, with great effort, to turn around and look for him.

But she didn't see his post orgasm smile or his tired but sparkly eyes, she didn't find the warmth and comfort he had given her that first night. This time she was met with the image of his back walking away from her. Leaving her alone, cold, and hearbroken. Sitting in her car wishing he'd turn around and change his mind.

But he didn't. He was gone.

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fic where spencer & reader are both bi?? i never see bi spencer fics w/ fem reader :))

love your fics sm!! ty <3

hii!! tysm i'm so glad you love my fics!! sorry it took so long to answer, i've js been trying to get out of my writing slump :( but here it is i hope you like it!! so i introduce to you....

hey lol (with rizz)

maturing was realizing that you were completely infatuated with spencer reid. and maturing was also realizing that helping each other pick up cute guys and girls together was definitely not going to help you rizz him up. which meant, as a whole, that maturing was realizing you needed to find a new way to bond with spencer.

because you had to admit, it was starting to hurt a little bit to watch spencer fall in love with all the men and women you would introduce to him (you were just a little too good at matchmaking).

and you felt a little bad for spencer, who spent most of his free time finding you possible dating candidates all around the country (the man was literally looking for your possible significant others as he was solving murder cases!) he seriously needed a break, especially considering how all of his work was for naught-- you were already in love with him.

"so...spencer, i was thinking about changing up our location a little bit," you suggested as you gestured around the cafe the two of you frequented.

"i agree. i think broadening our horizons will allow us to widen our possible dating pool." spencer agreed. "perhaps a larger cafe?"

you cleared your throat nervously. "uh, actually...i was thinking maybe a nice restaurant? ju-just you and me, maybe mariano's on 32nd street? i hear they're having a couple's special."

spencer blinked. once. twice. you were getting anxious for him to respond, and frankly, you were ready to dive under the hardwood floors to never be seen again.

"what?" spencer blinked again.

you were internally screaming, crying, throwing up, ripping your hair out, and punching the wall. you really shouldn't have brought this up. you waited all this time for him to respond just for him to say 'what'???

you licked your lips and took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. "i guess i should rephrase that. do you want to just go on a date, you and me?"

you hoped he couldn't see that you were starting to sweat a little bit. was the cafe getting hotter?

"but...i thought we were spending all this time together to find partners for each other. i didn't know you felt this way." spencer said slowly.

what was that supposed to mean?? was he happy about you inviting him out or not?? you were already in too deep to take back your words, so the only way left to go was forward.

"i mean, yes, but during that time, i may have realized that your search was fruitless, because i already um...want...to date you?" you squinted at the end of your sentence,

spencer's cheeks blushed red. he looked pretty like that, and you were happy to have been the one to make him blush. "you....like me?"

you were starting to feel a hot flush start crawling up your cheeks too. "well...yeah. that's the thing i've been trying to tell you about this whole conversation. i want to go out with you. but if you don't want to, that's totally okay too. i don't want to pressure you or anything, but i just want to tell you that i do like you."

and it was then that you felt like you were about to faint. maybe it was just the stress of that whole conversation. or maybe it was the pink flush in spencer's cheeks, the slow smile spreading across his face, and the happiness in his lovely, lovely eyes.

"yes."

it was just that one word that made everything shine so much brighter. "okay, so um...mariano's on 32nd?"

spencer pressed his lips together to force his smile down. "yeah, that sounds great. friday at 5?"

you felt a matching smile creep onto your face. "i'd love that."

js some fluff for the kids because the next spencer reid fic coming out won't be a happy one :)

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Love

Ao3

established relationship with Bakugou - saying the “l” word

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“Have you?” Bakugou asks, closing his door as you both step inside.

You’d gotten weirdly quiet and withdrawn when the groups' conversation turned to past relationships and though he hadn’t pushed to know why in front of everyone now that it was just the two of you he wasn’t going to hide his curiosity.

“Depends how far back you wanna go,” you say with a chuckle but he can tell you're just avoiding the question. “I was real popular in kindergarten, dated everyone, even held hands with a few of them,” you tease, pulling him toward his bed.

“Slut.” Bakugou smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before laying down. In the privacy of his room, he doesn’t hide the over eager show of affection.

You sit on his stomach, legs bent on either side of his hips. It’s not his favourite cuddling position but you always seem fond of it so he lets it happen.

“All yours now,” you respond, laying your head down against his chest.

He fights the smile that those words bring to his lips. Fuck yeah you were all his now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still curious if you'd dated other people before. It had never really come up but now that it had, and you’d promised to be more open about your past, he wanted all the answers.

“Seriously though?” he tries again.

You sigh, sitting up and sliding your hands to rest on his chest, taking a long pause before you reply. “I had one serious girlfriend,” you finally speak, staring at your hands, voice more sad than he would expect for you to talk about an ex. You pause again, index finger scratching against his shirt. You look at him, soothing some of the jealousy building. “She was like you in a lot of ways actually, just not-” your voice cracks. A few tears slip down your cheeks. It doesn’t seem like you've noticed so Bakugou quickly wraps his arms around your back and pulls you down so your face is hidden against his chest again, doing his best to fight the jealous thoughts.

Why the fuck were you crying over an ex? Were you not over her?

He’s sure anything he says will come out accusatory, so he tries to keep his mouth shut, rubbing your back and waiting for you to speak and explain, but he can’t help but ask, “why the fuck are you crying?”

You sniffle into his shirt and quickly respond, “sorry I just-” you let out a deep breath, breaking up your words, “I just love you so much.”

He freezes at your declaration. Hands going limp where they had been rubbing circles on your back. You sit up again.

“I didn’t mean to cry.” Though it's brief, when you lift a hand to wipe your eyes the spot on his chest is left feeling cold until you put your hand back. His mind is left reeling as you continue to explain, seemingly completely unbothered by what you just announced. “The whole conversation just brought up some bad memories. She was the worst, and you're the best, and I don’t deserve you-”

That’s where his brain starts working again.

He hooks his legs against yours and in one quick motion has you flat on your back as he looks down at you. “I love you so fucking much,” he declares at your surprised expression.

You blush, eyes wide as you smile back at him. “You don’t have to say it just cause I did.”

He frowns. “You think I’d pull that shit?” I am so fucking in love with you. Don’t say shit about not deserving me. I’ll beat your ass.”

You laugh, the wateriness gone but you still look up at him, eyes shining. “Yeah? Then you better put ‘em up.” You lightly tap his chest with your fist, fond smile taking over your face as you look up at him.

He leans down. Based on the sigh you preemptively let out and the fluttering of your lashes as he swoops down, you expect a kiss but he skips your lips and instead goes in to bite your cheek.

“Katsuki!” you squeal, pushing him off with another laugh.

“Say shit like that again and it’ll be worse.” He smirks at you wiping at the barely-there imprint of his teeth, trying to get the saliva off your cheek.

“You’re so stupid.” You roll your eyes with a smile, and when you lean up to kiss him properly he eagerly meets you halfway.

Even with the declaration leaving him dizzy and elated, he’s not finished with the earlier conversation. Bakugou hadn’t missed the part where you said he reminded you of your terrible ex. He needed to know more so he never made the same dumbass mistakes that fuckwipe did to lose you.

“You gonna complain about that bitch more?” he asks, settling down next to you, legs tangled as you hold one another. This, and every variation of spooning, his preferred cuddling positions.

“You really wanna know?” you ask after a pause.

And the simple answer is yes, yes of course he wants to know what idiot would mess up so bad. But even now, he can’t just say that. So instead, he replies, “gotta know the reason someone's being added to my murder list.”

You brush back the hair from his forehead, your smile more melancholy as you look at him. It tugs at his heart.

“I love you,” you say again, making him pull you just a little closer against his chest before you take a deep breath and begin to explain. “She was blunt, honest to a fault, never hid anything back or pretended to be anything she wasn’t.”

You smile a little when you say this, staring at his nose as your fingers trace the planes of his face. Bakugou knows you like to be fiddling with something when you're nervous, and he’s happy to be that something.

You meet his eyes. “Those are the things that drew me to her, and they’re some of my favourite things about you.”

He lets out a breath, making you blink due to the proximity. His chest tightens, waiting for the but; because those are usually the things people call him out for the most. Something he’s never backed down from, refused to even think about changing, but he’s aware they’re things that made many people leave him.

You go back to staring at his nose, smile falling from your lips. “But all she had were her words.” You run your index finger across his cheekbone, up the bridge of his nose, then trace his eyebrow back to the side of his face to repeat the pattern.

Some of the tension releases, he’s the fucking worst at words. The comparisons between this person who hurt you and him ending.

“She’d tell me she loved me and then didn’t do anything except for complain,” you start sounding more annoyed rather than reminiscent, “and she was so lazy. She would tell me I was doing something wrong but never offer to help or show me how she wanted it done.”

That brought the worry back. Did he not do that? He knew he complained. And told you when you were doing shit wrong. A lot. Had you told him off for that before?

You continue before he can say anything. “And she was so mean. Especially at the end, she’d insult me over and over and then slip in an I love you like it would fix everything.”

And now Bakugou has to ask, because the one thing he’s been called his entire life aside from strong has been mean. And do you just not see that? Is he hurting you in the same way and you just haven’t noticed yet?

“Do I not?” his words cut through the brief silence, not a finished thought but enough to get the question across.

Your fingers still their repeating pattern as you look back at his eyes and smile. “The fact that your even asking that should tell you.”

And that’s nice to hear but it’s not enough. He wants to make sure he’s never gonna mess this shit up so bad that you talk with such venom and hate in your voice about him.

“How?” he asks, staring at you intently, aware of every beat of his heart against his ribcage as you think.

You slide your hand back to finally rest comfortably on the back of his head, stilling your fidgety movements, a sign you're more relaxed. “You actually help me or just take over if you don’t like the way I’m doing something,” you start, and then you giggle, “you’re the absolute worst at compliments but you do a lot of nice stuff.” And then you shuffle a little, excited to share this other thought of him. “And you listen. Like, remember that time I called you out for calling me an idiot while we were studying?” His nod is quick and curt, contrasting your excited speech. “You still mess up sometimes, but, almost immediately, you switched to start calling me Einstein instead. It’s still all mean and stuff and very you but I like it. Makes me wanna do better, not just get depressed that I’m so bad at stuff. I like that you listened.”

Bakugou remembers that fight. A particularly hard math packet that had him constantly berating you because he knew you could do it faster and better but you kept fucking up. Until finally, you snapped at him, “can you stop calling me an idiot! I can see that already! You don’t have to make me feel worse about it!” And then you'd stood and stormed out of his room before he could retort. Though it stung in the moment, it had probably been smart. It definitely would have turned into a longer fight if you hadn’t.

The space let him think. It had been the first time you’d ever complained about any of the nicknames he’d ever called you, so he knew it really bothered you. And he’d been calling you that, well, because idiot is a nickname he used for everybody, but also because he knew you could do better, and if that nickname wasn’t going to motivate you, he could come up with one that might.

Then you came back a little later with some snacks and hot chocolate. Ironically, you apologized for yelling and then sat back down like nothing happened so he could finish helping you with the packet. He never fully registered the switch but he didn’t want to make you feel like he actually thought you were stupid or incapable again, so he did it.

“She never listened.” You're smiling at him, small and bright, and you joke, “you're still the worst, but you try, and you make me happy.”

He’s stunned. Happy. He makes you happy. Somehow, that’s almost better than 'I love you'. Bakugou pulls you closer and sinks his face in your chest. “You better fuckin’ call me out if I pull any of that shit.” His words muffled against you.

You wrap your arms tighter around him. “Of course.”

No bullshit promises that you know he would never, or that you’d understand it was different if he did it. Just an acceptance that, if he messed up, you’d give him a chance to do better.

He pulls back and looks you in the eyes again. “I love you.”

You lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and then his lips. His eyelids fluttering and heart warming with every peck. “I love you too.”

#bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki #Bakugou #Katsuki #mha fic #bnha fic #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #tw abuse #barely #bi reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #ao3 bakugou #bakugou x y/n

[historicalfictionenthusiast]

Today I learned that there are people who read The Great Gatsby and didn’t immediately assume that Nick Carraway was bi.

I guess I just assumed it was public knowledge that HE LITERALLY WENT HOME WITH A MAN AND WOKE UP IN NEXT TO HIM NAKED IN HIS BED but that’s just me ig.

Like how do people read this scene and not interpret it that way—

#great gatsby #nick carraway #jay gatsby #classics #scott fitzgerald #tobey maguire #leo dicaprio #lgbtq #lgtbq characters #daisy buchanan #roaring twenties #gilded age #bisexual #bi representation #bi reader #bookwhore #elevator scene #queer community #queer love #romance

[pigeonwinnin]

To all my Sapphic reading girlies and enbies:

So, I finished reading “Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail” yesterday and while I was cute I missed having more interactions between Astrid and Delilah. I think their journey to heal their relationship was kind of a missed opportunity in this book and with “Iris Kelly Doesn’t Date” being the next in the series I don’t think we’ll be getting more of that dynamic.

I think it’d be amazing if Blake wrote a novella about Astrid and Delilah being invited on a girls get-away trip by Isabella. Maybe somewhere ritz and fancy that the girls bargain down to glamping. Since Isabella and Astrid were beginning to heal their relationship at the end of “Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail” I think it might be an interesting story if she extended an invite to her daughters to try and patch their relationship up.

Obviously they all handled their trauma differently but I felt like those tough conversations were some of the best parts of “Delilah Green Doesn’t Care” and it would be amazing if we could explore them more.

Just tossing some ideas out there but I wanted to see if y’all missed more of Delilah and Astrid’s dynamic in the sequel as much as I did.

#delilah green doesn't care #astrid parker doesn't fail #ashley herring blake #sapphic books #sapphic #lgbt books #queer community #queer books #queer pride #sapphic pride #sapphic reads #sapphic romance #lgbtqa #lgbt fiction #queer fiction #sapphic fiction #bisexual books #bi books #bi reader #queer women #queer representation #queer characters #queer love #sapphic characters #sapphic community #sapphic author

[wannaseewhatshangin]

can you please do a dallas winston x fem!reader and they are taking a relationship break because reader broke up with him for an unknown reason and one night he finds her kissing a girl in private (she's bisexual) and they have a heart to heart about it and she explains that she thought he wouldn't love her if she knew and he tells her how he'll love her no matter what and they get back together (sorry if this is too specific!)

<<<<My boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me>>>>

It was hard to bring up the news to Dallas.

“I’m breaking up with you” The words lingered in the room way long after they were said.

“Doll, please tell me you’re just joking.” 

You didn’t say another word, and just walked out. You loved Dallas to death and you would continue to love him until you died.

But you just knew he wouldn’t love you if you told him you were bisexual.

As you walked out, you heard screaming and things being thrown. You knew it was Dallas throwing a tantrum. And you wanted to turn around and just give him a big hug and never let go. But you knew you couldn’t face him, not after tonight.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was the weekend and your friend was taking you out to a bar. You were excited but you just haven’t been yourself ever since you left him. You pulled up to the bar, and you noticed it was buck’s.

You looked at her.

“Oh no not here, f/n.”

She rolled her eyes smiling.

“Please y/n? Pretty please?” She begged, turning off her car.

You finally agreed and got out of the car.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was a couple of drinks down when your friend realized she wanted to pull you into one of the bedrooms. The smell of cologne was very familiar but you couldn't figure out what it was. You only thought of Dallas.

“Woah, are you oka-” You were cut off by her lips being pressed to yours.

You didn’t stop her. Instead, you kissed back.

It went on for a few minutes until the door opened.

You both looked up to see Dallas.

“Y/n?” He said, looking at the scene in front of him.

You looked around. You saw all the posters, the bedsheets.

You now recognized the room.

“Y/n i’m so sorry- I'll call you later. I think I'm gonna be sick, y/n” She said, running to the nearest bathroom to puke up her drinks.

“What did I do wrong, y/n?” He said, looking around the room.

“No you didn’t do anything, i just-.” You looked around and saw all the pictures you and Dallas took on his bed, layed out.

He kept them.

“I’m bisexual, Dally.”

“Yeah no shit. I just saw you shove your tongue down a woman's throat.” He sassed, putting the pictures in the box and sliding them back under his bed.

He looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

You haven’t either.

“I didn’t wanna tell you because I thought you would’ve hated me if I liked girls, Dal.” You said.

Dallas laughed.

“You’re joking right? Y/n I don’t care what you like. All I know is that I love you. And you can like both, baby. I just want to be able to hold you again.” He said, wrapping you in a tight hug.

You felt like you were the most important girl on earth when you were with Dallas Winston.

“I love you too, Dally.” 

He smiled and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, hugging you tightly once more.

He was just glad he got his baby back.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #bi reader #x fem!reader

[dumbfuck-mojave]

Coming Out to Steve and Eddie as Bisexual (Separate Scenarios)

Franchise: Stranger Things 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader (Can be read as platonic or romantic!! Whatever suits you most <3)

Also Featured: Mentions of Wayne, Robin, unnamed Family Video Customer

Warnings: Food, a really brief mention of the pencil scene from Evil Dead (injury, blood). Eddie and Steve both use petnames but it can still be platonic. 

A/N: Well I didn’t plan on the over a month writing hiatus but I’m back, writing for more Midwestern characters. I wanted to have an undeniable Midwestern thing in this one and that evolved into Eddie being a diehard Puppy Chow fan, and me wanting to write a full fic where he and his partner make it for Hellfire lol. So if you like Stranger Things and my writing style, give me a follow and look forward to that. I also made Eddie specifically unlabeled queer, I was originally gonna make it ambiguous but this is my fic so >:(. And I think it’s funny if he’s a little bitch when it comes to horror movies so I also threw that in lol. I hope you enjoy!! I might do this for Jonathan in the future as well. 

This was inspired by @kaylawritesfics headcanons on coming out to the older ST characters! Make sure to give that post a like/reblog and give her a follow, she was one of the first ST writers I read on my private account and her work is amazing!!

Word Count: 

Steve- 1,368

Eddie- 1,177

@dollyghostface @horrorstolemyheart @kaylawritesfics and @loveronlineee​ who I also read a lot and recall seeing they were okay with being tagged in stuff :))

Support a disabled creator this disability pride month :D

-Steve Harrington-

It was almost closing time when a young woman slipped through the door of Family Video, carrying a stack of tapes the length of her torso. You had your back partially turned to the register and the door, sorting through the new inventory, so Steve had hopped up from the rolling chair he was sitting in to assist her. It had been relatively quiet for the past few hours, and that didn’t change much; The woman had a quiet voice, the sound barely overshadowing the methodic tapping of computer keys as Steve typed and the pirouetting seat of the chair, still recovering from his sudden upheaval. You figured, despite the amount of tapes she had brought in, it would be a relatively quick final task of the day. You were wrong. 

“I’m honestly appalled.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Steve.” 

“No, Y/N, because look at this!” He gestures aggressively to the partially broken down stack in front of him, then picks one up with flamboyance, “There’s like 20 tapes here! Are we even allowed to rent out that many to one person!?”

“Actually, I don’t think so-”

“AND SHE DIDN’T REWIND ANY OF THEM! Like Jeez, if you’re gonna be a lousy customer at least be only half lousy! Thank God I didn’t just shove them out like I wanted because if I didn’t discover this I would be in so much shit-”

“Aw, you poor baby. Actually having to do your job.” You fake pouted at him.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m doing something productive.” He shot back, even though it didn’t have much fire behind it. It’s rare that he’s genuinely mad at you (Or anyone else, for that matter). 

You looked down at your swinging feet coming in to view over your knees every few seconds or so, having hopped onto the counter after finishing sorting the new tapes into “easy to put out genre piles” for tomorrow. There’s been a bit of delay with your stock recently, and you had gotten triple the amount you usually did in one delivery today so you thought the normal system could change a little bit because of it. Sort it all out today, put it all out when you come in for the opening shift tomorrow. Simple.

“I’ve been productive all day, Steve! I didn’t see your ass wanting to sort through all this bullshit.”

Steve clicks his tongue, “Language.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You both started chuckling at that. You glance over at his stack of tapes, still messy but forming some sense of order as he places the rewound ones back in their own pile. He sighs as he pulls another one out of its cover, changing it out for the one that has just finished rewinding with a pop. 

Your caution blanks on you for a moment, just one moment. But it allows your words to overtake you. 

“Hey, can I tell you something?” 

Oh shit.

As Steve looks at you curiously, you feel like you’re going to pass out, or throw up, or both. You debated on getting off the counter, but decided to stay put so as to not make a fool of yourself floundering to find a new seat. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to tell Steve, you loved him and you knew he would be accepting, but even knowing that information didn’t help the anxiety that blanketed the struggle of trying to build yourself up to this point over the last few months. This wasn’t the way you wanted to do it, you wanted it to happen when you were completely comfortable and secure, maybe during a late night talk or near the end of a long phone call. The still moment in the car as you finally arrive home after a long trip. Anything but this, right now. 

“Yeah, of course? Are you okay?”

“It’s something important.” Once again, not what you wanted to say.

“Alright, but are you okay? You’re looking a little sick there, peaches.” 

You feel a little more life rush back into you as you scoff.

“Again with the ‘peaches’?”

“What, I thought you liked it!”

“When you said it the first time I laughed, that’s not confirmation I like it.”

Steve saunters towards you, “Welllll, you’re laughing now and you don’t look 2 seconds away from dying anymore, so I consider it a win.” 

A small chuckle bubbles up in your throat, “Scoffing is not laughing, Harrington. Now this, what I’m doing right now? Is laughing.” 

“A win!”

“A win because of how stupid you are!”

“Still a win!” Steve had made it over to you by now, leaning back against the counter as he looks up at you. He nudges your knee with his elbow, “So, what do you want to talk about?” 

Nervousness invades you again, and Steve notices as your lips slightly turn down. 

“Hey, it’s okay! I promise, don’t back out on me now. I’m sure you’ll feel better after saying it.” 

He says it with a smile, and you can’t help but silently agree with him. Your gaze diverts to the door and Steve follows it, turning his head.

“Do you want me to lock the door? That way no one will come in, it’ll be just us.”

You nod. Steve moves quickly throughout the store, first locking the door then flipping off some switches so all the outside lights were off and only a few remained on inside. Legs flew in your peripheral as he launched over the counter, nearly falling as he situated himself up beside you. 

“If you would have fallen and broken your face, I would’ve laughed as I drove you to the hospital.” 

“Shhhh,” Steve hushes as he puts his arm around your shoulders, “We’re focusing on you now.”

“Yeah… focusing on me.”

Steve’s brows furrow, “I know what I said a few minutes ago but you really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

You took a deep breath in, “No, I want to.” 

You pause again, leaning your head on Steve's shoulder as his thumb starts to rub gentle circles into your cloth covered one. 

Finally, you speak.

“I’m bisexual.” You close your eyes and a beat passes. But you have to hand it to Steve, there’s barely any time for you to start doubting before he replies. 

“That…. That means you’re into both boys and girls, right? Just want to make sure before I say anything stupidly incorrect.”

You smile, nuzzling more into his shoulder as his grip around you tightens, “That and the in-between, but yes.” 

“Alright, cool.” You can feel his jaw move against the side of your head as he lays his own on top of yours, “Thank you for trusting me. I’m sorry I don’t have much else to say.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” You nudge your head away from his, looking at his face, “I feel a lot better now.”

He softly smiles at you, “I’m glad. You know I wouldn’t care no matter what, right?”

Shrugging, you respond, “Yeah, but it’s still scary.” 

“Yeah, yeah, for sure. Your ‘secret’ is safe with me.” He sloppily salutes and you cackle, hoping off the counter.

“Alright sailor boy, how about we head out of this joint. The seas await us.” 

“That’s former sailor boy to you. And a fellow employee pressuring me into leaving before I’ve finished all my work? I might just report you for that.” 

“Whatever, I can just get Robin to do the rest tomorrow!” You yell over your shoulder, heading into the back to pick up your and Steve’s stuff as he shuts off the rest of the lights. There’s still dim natural light out, so you see his featureless form waiting for you by the door. He swings it open when you get close enough. 

“I’m really happy I told you, I’ve been freaking out about it for so long.” You look over at him as you both walk towards his car.

“I’m glad you told me too, now I can judge your taste in both guys and girls,” He unlocks the car and finger guns at you over the hood, “And everything in between.” 

-Eddie Munson-

“Home sweet home!” Eddie yelled out as he kicked his leg up to hold the door open, hands full as he gestures you inside with his head.

“Your home, not my home.” You reply as you set your own bags down on the small collapsible table in the kitchen area. You weren’t even sure who had pulled it out, or why, Wayne usually eats a small supper at work while Eddie takes whatever he can scrounge up into his room. Even when there were people over, like you or some neighbor Wayne was friendly with, the meal was eaten while watching TV in the living area, surrounded by hats and mugs basked in the dim overhead light. It was nice. Homey, you thought. 

“It could be our home. What do you say, roommates?” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, pulling the last of the things out of your bags and reaching over to unpack Eddie’s. 

“I’m sure your uncle would absolutely adore having another person cramped up in here.” 

“Hey, it’s not cramped!”

“With three people and three people’s amount of stuff, it definitely will be.” 

When Eddie doesn't respond immediately, you glance up and are met with a confused expression on his face while he looks down at his hands, flexing them slightly. 

“Hey, bud, you doing okay?” 

“I’m trying to remember if I forgot anything.” He mumbles quietly, his fingers starting to move as he counted to himself. 

“We picked up the movie yesterday, we walked in just as Steve dropped a tape in front of that group of girls.”

He smacked his hand down on the table, rings clacking together as he pointed the other one at you, “That’s it! I swear, I remembered we did that all day, but it just… flew off right then.”

“It’s okay, I was kind of expecting it.”

Eddie clutches his chest, eyes widening as he gasps dramatically, “Sweetheart, light of my life, how could you say such things!”

You smirk but roll your eyes, taking a slight step back as he tries to throw his arms around you, just to up the dramatics a bit. 

“Light of my life? Seems a bit too Grecian for you, Eds.” 

“Oh, I have more where that came from. I can be one sappy motherfucker if I do so desire to be.” He shoulder shimmies, a teasing look in his brown eyes. 

“Alright, Euripides, let’s get to what we’re actually supposed to be doing tonight.” 

“What?” 

“He was a tragedian in ancient Greece, his play is where the ‘light of my life’ thing first popped up. He wrote depressing shit, I had to do a report on it, let’s move on.” 

Eddie’s body, which had been surprisingly still during your explanation, jumped back into motion at your suggestion. 

“Let’s! So, we got Bottle Caps, M&M’s, Nerds, like six different types of chips, that Puppy Chow we made yesterday after we apparently rented out the movie, let’s see what else....” 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The pencil impales the back of Linda’s ankle, gooey red blood pouring out, as Eddie hides his face into the pillow he’s been clutching and groans.

“Wow, that’s gnarly.” You chuckle as you pause the movie, turning to him. His head shoots up to look at you, a look of disbelief in his wide eyes.

“Are you kidding me? That was awful. That was torture, who would ever want to watch this shit?”

“Uh, you, Eddie. You’re the one who suggested Evil Dead.” You deadpan back.

“Well, I forgot about this scene.”

“If you would just admit you’re a pussy-”

“I AM NOT-”

“Then stop complaining and watch the damn movie, Munson!” 

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you are if you want to watch some lady get stabbed in the foot but I’m really starting to reconsider the people I choose to spend time with right now! I may write some mean shit for my campaigns, but at least I don’t have to visually witness it happening.” 

You sigh, flopping further into the couch, “We can stop if you’d like.” 

Eddie bites his nails in thought, “No, I just want to take a break. I need more Puppy Chow, and can you please not keep it paused at this particular moment.”

“Yes sir, anything you say sir.”

“I hate you.” Eddie mumbles halfheartedly, standing up from the couch as you rewind the movie back and stop on an innocent shot of cards. 

He returns after a brief moment, carrying the rest of the Puppy Chow in his hands. He shakes the bowl out to you in offering, but you decline. 

“I’m good. Have at it, Puppy Chow Fiend.” 

It’s almost silent for the next few minutes, the only sound being Eddie’s chewing and spring insects outside. But it isn’t awkward, more relaxing than anything. You feel like you could drift off as you close your eyes, surrounded by the warmth of blankets and Eddie next to you. You feel… safe.

“Hey, Eds, can I tell you something?” You peek one eye open, watching him quickly swallow and nod. 

“Of course, anything.”

Sighing, you scoot closer to him, turning so you can be face to face. Putting the bowl on the floor, he mirrors you and holds out his hands. You grasp them in your own, feeling the foreign texture of metal clashing with his rough skin. 

“I wanted to tell you I’m bisexual.” You give him a small smile, and he grins back at you, his eyes lighting up as he processes your words.

“That’s so sick, dude! Obviously, I won’t tell anyone else but I’m happy you found yourself and felt comfortable enough telling me. You already know I don’t care about gender or attraction, whether it’s me or anyone else, so it’ll be nice to have someone else around to talk about that stuff on a personal level with, even if I don’t really use labels.”

“Yeah, yeah I totally get that. It just feels like I can breathe now, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie holds out his arms for you, “Wanna hug?”

“Yes, please.” You hold him tightly, his fluffy hair tickling your face. Your hand reaches up to stroke it, “You know, I should braid this again.”

“After last time? No way.”

“It’s not my fault you tore out the ponytail like a little heathen. If you did it nicely, it wouldn’t have pulled so badly.” 

“Yeah, Yeah, whatever.” Eddie pulls away and looks over at the TV, grimacing. 

“Maybe we should have taken Steve’s suggestion instead.” You giggle, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at you.

“You want to watch Grease?”

You throw your hands up, “It’s fun!”

Eddie scoffs, “All the characters suck! And it totally breaks the realism at the end.”

“Eddie Munson, are you really trying to call out a movie where people break into song constantly on breaking realism?” 

He picks the almost empty bowl of Puppy Chow back up.

“I’m just saying, it would be a little more believable if they just drove away.” 

#My writing #original writing #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #tw food #food #bi reader #bi!reader #bisexual #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #coming out #coming out fic

[boowritess]

Smiles and Videos

Robin x Reader

no spoilers!!

a/n: i fell in love with Robin when she first appeared on Stranger Things and really this is just a little something that i thought would be cute. This is just lil read of a first meeting i daydreamed about and thought i would share. Hope you all are well xx.

"Steve." Robin uttered hand latching out to grab onto Steve's elbow, tugging him to turn where she was looking. "Steve." She repeated, speechless. From where she stood she spotted you walking outside, her heart stopped. "It's her." She squeaked out.

"Robin- Ow- What're you talking about- Ow! Let go!" Steve scowled shaking her hold off of his elbow, her nails digging into his arm through his jacket. Finally looking to where Robin was so enormed with. You walked in, eyes trailing over the shop until they landed on the both of them.

Next to him, he could hear Robin suck in a breath, looking at her he saw that Robin's eyes were stuck on you and to Steve's surprise, she was utterly speechless. Her mouth was pursed together, fingers nervously tapping underneath the counter.

As you approached the counter you smiled at the pair, "Hi!" You greeted.

Steve knew Robin well enough to know that when she liked someone she wouldn't shut up. Before an awkward silence could settle in, "Hey how can we help?" Steve stepped in when Robin stood stiffly to the side.

"Oh well I was just wondering if I could open an account?" You asked leaning on the counter. Steve bit back a smile when he heard Robin's breath hitch.

He clapped his hands, "Of course you can! I've got to just uh- sort some... videos out, so uh she can help you!" With that lame excuse he grabbed Robin and shoved her in front of him then grabbing a box and disappearing to the back of the store.

Smiling you turned your attention of him and onto the girl in front of you. "Hi."

Robin's mouth opened and closed for a second before she cleared her throat, realising how odd she just may look. "Hi! I- uh welcome. Sorry, what was it you wanted." She stuttered out, embarrassed that she had been distracted by how pretty you were. Without thinking she added, "I'm sorry brains just a bit slow at the moment- today. I mean it's not always slow. Actually it kind of usually is- Just right now it is just not functioning properly... god I'm rambling. Right! You wanted to open an account." With a nervous smile cast your way she grabbed the keyboard and booted up the computer. She tried her best to keep her mouth shut but then, "Are you new to town? If you don't mind me asking. I've just never seen you before and personally I would remember someone that looked like you. Not to be creepy or anything- oh jeez. I've just seen you walk past a few times. That- that doesn't help. Okay I'm rambling again." She nervously laughed, eyes locked on the computer screen as she waited for it to load. "Hurry up." She scolded biting her lip.

You started laughing at the way she nervously rambled, finding it amusing that before, all she was doing was looking at you but now her eyes never seemed to leave the screen. "You're cute." You complimented before answering her, "And yes I am new." Hearing the compliment her face started turning red. Whipping to look at you, seeing that you were already focused on her, heat crept down her neck.

Her mouth flew open, "I'm cute? You're cute- Like oh my god, you're gorgeous and cute- like wow- okay I just-" Robin clammed her mouth back together stopping herself from digging a deeper hole, suddenly growing ridiculously hot. Once the screen was booted up she cleared her throat looking at you, your pretty eyes looking at her. Licking her dry lips she asked softly, "What was your first and last name." A small smile quirking on her lips.

A wide smile fell on your face, she really was so fucking cute. Clearly nervous as she looked at you. Not like you were any better, you were probably just as nervous as her and from some miracle, you were doing a good job of pretending you were fine and chill. Those times that she had seen you walk past, you were actually supposed to come in and make an account earlier in the week but you were just to anxious. "Y/n L/n." You answered.

"Y/n." She tested your name in her mouth. "Pretty." She muttered to herself not thinking you heard.

Heat raised to your cheeks as a small laugh left your mouth, "That's correct," you confirmed. Asking how to spell out your name she was careful with typing it out in the computer, mentally memorising it. "So can I know your name? Or is this a one-sided deal?" You jokingly questioned.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief, "Uh yeah- I mean no- Wait- Yes you can." Letting out a breath, "I'm Robin." She answered smiling at you. You doing so back.

"Robin." You repeated, "Pretty." You mimicked the way she had said it earlier. She didn't think you heard that. A giggle left your mouth seeing how Robin's face once again returned to a shade of red.

Letting out a shaky breath she shyly smiled at you, "So uh what movie you thinking of renting?"

You shrugged, "Well I was hoping you could recommend something?"

At that she perked up, "Of course! What're you in the mood for?" She rounded the counter to stand beside you. "A little bit of adventure? Sci-fi?"

You smiled watching how excited she was, "Show me some options."

She jumped in excitement, "Great yeah! I can do that! Okay! This way!" She sang. She started leading you to different parts of the store, rambling about some of the films she favoured. You eagerly listened nodding along with what she way saying. By the end of the little tour you had picked two movies.

After she put the videos in the computer. You both continued to talk to each other,

"I haven't seen you at the high school." She mentioned.

"I start Monday. My family and I have been busy moving things and getting stuff sorted." You explained.

"Oh I see." She said, pausing for a moment to think. "Well uh, if you don't know anyone else yet, you could always come hang out with me." She nervously offered, biting her bottom lip. She wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to hang out. She was used to people not really liking her. Even now, she wasn't sure if you liked her or not and was just being polite. But when yours eyes lit up at the invitation, relief flooded her system.

"I would love that! Thank you!" You exclaimed, "That would be great!" Before you could say anything else your eyes went to the time on the wall, you had been in the store for nearly two hours. "Shoot I gotta get going. Well I'll see you Monday, yeah? Thanks for the help Robin." You waved as you hurriedly left the store. Robin waved leaning on the counter as she watched you go, resting her cheeks on her hands.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mind going back and thinking of the little conversations you guys had and oh god, she was obsessed with the way your eyes lit when you smiled.

"Yeah she definitely likes boobies." Steve commented beside her. Casting her out of her day dream, she sent a glare his way.

"Seriously? Gross." She glowered at him standing up.

"What!? I'm just saying how it is." He protested. "Did you not see the way she was looking at you? Or how she actually, genuinely laughed at your- well- my corny jokes." He explained hands on hips, correcting himself.

She pursed her lips looking up at him not fully convinced, leaning against the counter. "I don't know."

An exasperated sigh left him, fingers digging into his temple in frustration then he pointed at her vest, specifically at her badge. With her name on it. "Robin she asked for your name when it was right there." Robin went to open her mouth in defense but Steve held up a finger, "before you say anything, I saw her look at it twice. Twice! Before she asked for your name."

Robin was stubborn and refused to believe him, the door to the store opened, you hurried over to the bickering pair who didn't seem to notice your presence. You caught the last of Steve's sentence. "She does like you!"

"Hello?" You piqued up, a small smile on your face. Immediately their eyes snapped to you. Robin's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

"Oh god, please tell me you weren't standing there long." She asked, holding her breath.

Laughing, you shook your head. "Ha! No, I was just here to give you my number." You explain sliding over a piece of paper. "I've gotta go but give me a call if you're free later?" You say stepping back.

Robin tried to act casual, drumming her fingers against the counter, "Ah okay cool!"

"Alright sweet, see ya later maybe?"

She eagerly nodded, "Yup, see you later." She waved as you left. As soon as you were out of eyesight she snatched the paper, unfolding it. She found your hand writing cute, your name was scribbled above your number and there were little hearts at the corner. "Okay maybe she does like boobies." She admitted a smile on her face, refusing to look at Steve's, i-told-you-so face.

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[margalitarry]

happily | h.s

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i just want it to be you and i forever

i know you wanna leave, so come on, baby, be with me so happily

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warnings: mention of sex, cursing

word count: 0.8k

notes: reader is referred to as a woman and is bisexual. harry styles x reader

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harry styles groaned into his pillow as his best friend, mitch rowland, stole his phone away.

"she's not gonna text you back any faster if you stare at the conversation!" mitch told harry, who's face was still in the pillow.

"it's just not fair, i know we weren't exclusive but we basically were!" harry complained.

"i mean didn't you know about the other girl?"

"she talked about her a few times and i know they've hung out but i just- i don't know." harry said.

you were out in a date with a girl you had been talking to for a little less than three months. you had known harry for a few years and had multiple on and off benefits with each other but never went over that line.

ever since you had met aria, the girl you were out with, harry had become jealous. neither of you had anyone outside of each other before; harry quickly decided he didn't like that thought.

"how's harry doing? it feels you guys are attached at the hip." aria asked you in the dimly lit restaurant.

"he's good! working on music as always." you said doing your best to ignore the last part of her sentence.

"did you guys- you know… ever date?" aria warily asked.

"no, just super good friends. we've been with each other through a lot." you lied.

you tried to avoid bringing up harry with aria. you couldn't have been more flattered to say you've slept with harry but you oddly felt guilty about it when it came to aria.

"ohh, yeah you guys are always together. i was just wondering. i mean- just the last month you've not been away from him."

you dropped your eyes down to your lap feeling your breath hitch, why were you so nervous over something that wasn't happening?

"he's just going through stuff and i help him write music, nothing more." you lied again, beginning to bounce your leg under the table.

"i just don't wanna continue with this if it's not gonna go anywhere due to him!" aria said, raising her voice slightly at the end.

"i'm telling you what happened!"

"no you're not! remember a month ago whenever i tried walking into your room, the door was locked and you said to give you a minute? it's not hard to see a black escalade pulling out!" aria continued to rant.

"but we aren't dating and never have! i've known you two months and if we aren't dating it doesn't matter!" you whispered yelled trying to defend yourself.

"so absolutely none of this meant anything to you? go have fun with your shitty womanizing bestfriend y/n. you're fucking hilarious if you think you'd be a thing." aria sarcastically said as she left $40 on the table and left the restaurant.

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mitch locked harry's door as quietly as he could, harry had finally fallen asleep. mitch cursed himself in the head when he turned around and saw your car pulling in. he started to talk before you interrupted him.

"he just fell a-"

"i need to talk to him, seriously mitch." you pleaded.

mitch really didn't want to let you in, worried that it wouldn't end well and he'd be back here tomorrow comforting harry again. but he trusted you and unlocked the door; giving you an eye roll as you went inside.

you nearly sprinted up the stairs through harry's large, dark house and took a deep breath as you stood in front of his closed door. you cracked it open and looked at harry, who couldn't have looked more peaceful with his eyes shut and mouth slightly opened.

you opened the door some more and walked in, waking up harry in the process.

"y/n? why are you here?" he whispered, not even sure if it was actually you standing there.

"i'm sorry i just needed to talk to you. i can leave though-"

"no it's fine, what's going on? are you okay?" harry asked, sitting up in his bed.

"yes but i just need the fucking talk to you about this and us." you quickly said, bouncing your leg once again as harry took your hand into his.

"what do you mean 'us'?"

"i like you so much more than this stupid benefits thing we have going on and i thought i could get away with it and just ignore those emotions but i can't anymore!" you said, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"i don't wanna care about those people i just want it to you and i." you whispered.

"you wouldn't believe how long i've been waiting to hear you say that." harry said, looking you dead in the eyes still holding onto your hand.

"i have a slight idea i think." you smiled at him.

"did everything go okay tonight with aria though? something else is bothering you."

"she definitely won't be around to say the least." you grumbled.

"i could make you feel better than she could've anyways." harry smirked causing your cheeks to heat up.

"you should prove that again real quick."

"who said we have to be quick?"

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[rainydayathogwarts]

ʀᴏʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴇ - ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

Summary: Steve wants you, but you've got a play thing named Nancy Wheeler who does too.

bi!reader

Warnings: Love triangle situation but it's not. Not smut but making out? Nancy's a bit of a mean girl towards Steve.

wc: 2.1k

You giggle, moving your head to the side to allow Nancy more space to leave kisses on your neck, one hand trailing on your waist as the other helped hold herself up on top of you while you breathed heavily under her "Well go on, what happened next?" She whispers into the crook of your next, her hot breath tickling you. "Nothing happened, I just told him that I already had someone to... fulfil my needs?"

Nancy separates from you, straightening up on top of you to take her shirt off. "Well I'll bet that's the first time someone's declined an offer to be filled up in the back of Billy's car." She leans down, her lips hovering over yours teasingly, only to be interrupted by urgent knocks on her bedroom door.

Mike - of course.

"Nancy! Steve's here!" You perked up at the sound of Steve's name, a hand immediately going up to fix your hair. Steve. What was he doing here? At Nancy's? You straightened up as Nancy got up, pulling her shirt over her head, flashing her an awkward smile when you made eye contact as she moves to unlock the door. "You okay?" She asks, and you nod, unable to tell her about your undying crush on King Steve, because she might have one of her own.

It's only when Steve himself bursts into the room, already rambling, that you put the smile back on your face. Upon seeing you, he stops talking, his mouth gaping slightly as he awkwardly raises a hand to greet you. "Oh, hey y/n. I- I didn't notice your car outside?" You nod, pursing your lips, suspicious as to why he'd so abruptly stopped talking. Were they hiding something?

Nevertheless, you shake your head. "No, Nancy picked me up." Steve nods slowly. Nancy picked you up? He turns to look at her and she licks her lips, a smirk forming on her face, raising her eyebrows slightly as if questioning him. His heart beats faster and all of a sudden, he can hear it in his ears, pounding the focus out of him. Does Nancy know he likes you? Steve's face flushes. Shit. Of course she does.

You look away. They were clearly flirting. If Nancy was into him, she could have just said... But then, you could have too. "Um, I'm going to go!" You state. "I'll walk, it's not far Nance." You continue, noticing her confusion, and sling your bag over your shoulder with your head down as you walk out her door.

"You like her."

"What!?"

"Y/N. I saw that look you gave her. You like her"

"Nance no I don't even-shut up!"

Nancy smirks, leaning back on her dresser. "I'm just saying. It's a shame. I heard she's sleeping with someone anyway." Steve's hot red blush dies out, all colour in his face draining. "She is?" But all Nancy gives him is a nod.

"I think she's really into this guy too. Or girl. She wouldn't tell me how big he is so I doubt it's a dude. I'm guessing she's pretty into them since people don't know. Probably doesn't want to ruin whatever they have with people finding out and stuff."

Nancy doesn't bother hiding her smile when she sees the disappointment and doubt on Steve's face, the wheels turning as he tried to piece together why you would be with a girl. Or was the look on his sadness? But she couldn't care less, because at that moment, whatever side of the dice Steve landed on, she still had the advantage in the game. "Well, what do you want? You are here for a reason aren't you?"

"Um yeah, no. Wait, let me remember-Wait she likes girls?"

Downstairs, you pulled your arms through the holes in your jacket, sighing as you started to make your way home. You wouldn't think about it for now. No you wouldn't. You trusted Nancy and she trusted you, that's what made your little deal work. You both knew that if something started up with someone else, whatever this was would end. And for now, your romantic life wasn't necessarily blooming, no matter how big your stupid crush on Steve was.

You'd still be able to see him given that you worked in Starcourt mall in a small boutique across from Scoops Ahoy, so you'd know if any of the feelings you held for him were reciprocated. And as much as you hated to admit it, that's what you were thinking of as Nancy drove you to the busy mall the next morning, her hand on your thigh.

"Hey there's still time until your shift starts... Meet me in the backseat?" You giggled, climbing over the armrest as Nancy opened her door, taking the easy way to the back, promptly landing herself on top of you yet again. She grinned, both hands cupping your jaw as her body pressed roughly against yours, her lips moving softly against yours.

Steve groaned, hand fiddling with his car keys to lock his car, the other tightly clutching his warm coffee. He shoved his keys in his pocked, the now unoccupied hand coming up to brush through his famously known hair. It was too early for this, anyone in their right mind new that. No one went to an ice cream shop at 9 in the morning unless they're recovering from a rough night. He makes his way up to the entrance of the mall and that's when he sees it.

You. Her.

You and her. Together.

More specifically, you and her making out in the back of her car. He really thought that was Billy's thing more than hers. He feels the scorching hot coffee running down his hand and he loosens his grip on the cardboard cup to stop the overflow.

He could see your smile, the slight movement of your hands on Nancy's hips, pushing her down onto you. He could see the very confident way Nancy pulled you deeper into the kiss, briefly pulling away to kiss your neck. He could see the way you moved your neck, flicking your hand over your shoulder to allow her more space. He could see the way you were so clearly enjoying every little moment with the woman who had told him yesterday that you were seeing someone. That she thinks you had caught feelings for. And watching you, he thinks so too.

"What the fuck?" Steve drops his coffee in shock, spinning around to spot Robin behind him, her jaw slack, eyes glued to the scene in front of them. "Y/N likes girls?" She questions Steve who knows little more than she does about the situation. "If I knew that I would have gone for her a long time ago."

In the shop, with their stupid hats, Steve and Robin both stand out front, serving the customers, but mostly catching Robin up on what had happened the past two days. "What a lying, manipulative, cheating scumb-" "Robin! Look." They put on fake smiles as the famous Mike Wheeler comes strolling in with his little clan. "Oi, hey Wheeler!" Robin starts, hesitantly looking at Steve. "Is your sister seeing anyone? Because I heard from a girl that she might be with this heartthrob person."

Mike looks up from the display of flavours, "No."

"BUT-" Cuts in Dustin, as enthusiastic as always "We have this theory that she and her really hot friend Y/N are a little too close, if you know what I mean."

"Which is weird," continues Will, "because we could have sworn that she was with Billy Hargrove like a week ago. Or at least, that's what we heard."

"But it's completely plausible that they're not together because we know Y/N loves making her relationships public. Remember her and Archie?" Lucas makes a face of disgust as he takes them back to the year before and Steve can briefly relate to the disgust, remembering Y/N and her possessive ex-boyfriend Archie who made it a point for them to let everyone know they were together.

"Oh, well thanks for the gossip guys." Steve scoffs, pointing a finger at them to Robin and chuckling, counting the cash they gave him as Robin handled their orders. "You think she'd go out with me?" Will perks up again, shoulders rounding as the boys start laughing, an argument over who would win you over starting up between them.

Steve shrugs, looking at Robin, whose eyes immediately go wide and she straightens up, loudly 'whispering' "Steve! She's here! She's here! Do you think Nancy lied to her do you think- Hey Y/N!" Steve's head turns to you so quickly his neck might have snapped in the process, but he grins at you, who surprisingly returns the favour.

Steve stutters while taking your order and giving you your change as he tries to make small talk, which very much fails him. You giggle, thanking him and walking to a table near the entrance, so he takes a deep breath and follows you to your seat.

You don't know if you should bring anything up to him, or attempt in striking up a conversation with him before leaving. Maybe you could ask what he needed from Nance? No, it was none of your business. You could ask if he's seeing anyone, but that would be too obvious.

"Hey, do you mind if I join you?" You look up from your seat, smiling when you see Steve, taking his sailor hat off and running a hand through his well-tamed hair. You shake your head, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you, and he gladly sits down.

"Um how, I heard you're- uh." You let Steve sit there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, an eyebrow raised. "Sorry, I don't want to come on too strongly." He smiles sheepishly.

"Out with it, what do you want?" You reply jokingly, but what he says next makes your heart drop.

"I heard you're with Nancy."

"Steve... Nancy's a girl." But he only nods to what you have to say.

"Okay, I saw you guys in the parking lot this morning. And when I was at her's yesterday she said you were seeing someone that you were really into and-"

"Steve what?" You scoot your chair closer to his, leaning in so you could speak in a whisper and nothing louder. "Look, Nancy and I are just sleeping with each other, nothing else. I don't know why she would tell you that. Please don't tell anyone! I'm not ready for people to know I'm into girls because then guys will back off and I don't want them to because I like guys and they're hot and-"

"You do?" Your nervous ranting stops at that and you look at Steve, looking at him with disgust "What? Are you saying I can't like both girls and guys?"

Steve's face goes white and he starts frantically shaking his head, his mouth moving without any words coming out. "NO! No shit. I didn't mean for it to come out that way, I just mean- Will you go out with me!?" Robin's head all the way from the counter snaps in your direction as his voice squeaks as does everyone else's in the ice cream shop.

"I mean. You like guys, I'm a guy. And I like you, and for a moment I'd like to think that you might like me too since Nancy was apparently telling me a load of bullshit." You nod apprehensively, trying to take in the information he just gave you without going bright red, even though you could feel your face heating up.

You liked him. He liked you.

"I'd like to go out with you. Because, even though 12 hours ago I thought you and Nancy were flirting in front of me, which I hated her for, I have to admit that I like you too. Also, I need to stop coming for ice cream at 12 o'clock just so that I can have an excuse to see you."

You both chuckle and a moment of awkward silence settles down as you look down, starting to pick at your nails. "Um so do I pick you up tomorrow night or should I give you a day or two to tell Nancy?" He asks and you look up again, only for the colour to immediately leave your face when you make eye contact with the figure that's standing up behind your date. No wonder Robin hadn't made a noise in a while.

"Tell Nancy what?"

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[heavens-angei]

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STARING up at the bright lights, flashing through waves of people touching, dancing, drinking; it's honestly become slightly annoying, seeing the pink, and purple flash on the backs of people who ever care to notice anything else happening around them. 

She sat by the dimmer lights near the bar.. waiting for her date to show, he had last texted her 20 minutes beforehand saying he was getting ready with a little winky face.

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( 黒尾 鉄朗 ) 𝙾𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎 ;) sᴇᴇɴ

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Meanwhile, you can't believe you're about to get with a guy whose name you can't even read. Have you really become so desperate for some type of human interaction that you started going on a shady app?... Yes. After your last girlfriend broke it off with you, you've become a total whore. 

Looking around at the familiar club, this is where you both met; the dancers, lights, music blasting, and drunks at the bar. It all seems the same as that night— you thought you two would be together forever; just like any other person who gets into a relationship that'll only last a few months at best. Everyone seems to believe they found the one until that one leaves you or you leave it. It's inevitable.

You can still remember how her hair looked, beautiful 4c, dyed a light blue which seemed to be faded at the time, her dark brown skin mixed with her slim figure just matched her perfectly. Her semi-pump lips smashed against yours. And those brown eyes just topped it all off, they seemed to glow in the light of the club when they didn't from the normal sun; people often made fun of her looks.

Whether it being how "stick-like" she was from the modern world's unachievable standers for women to be thick and round; her speech, or her dark color. Her eyes though never once cried a tear from those hurtful words said by the bloodthirsty beasts. Instead, she kept standing tall for those just like her, no matter how many times she was at her lowest of low and wanted to give up.

I envy that.

Being chased around by men or women, called a slut or whore for what I wore. She never cared what they called her for what she would wear. No matter if it was damp rags or a slightly see-through nightgown, a short dress nor a long one down to her heels making her taller than she already was. Intimidating men as she walked.

She was everything I wished to be. Confident, wise, smart, and kind but serious. 

I.. envy her.

Sighing out, the women's shoulders slump, clearly no longer in the mood for just about anything, tempted to even say fuck it and ditch the man to go home. Binge stupid shows and sleep for work. Thinking of her past lover, she can't understand why they fell apart.

Feeling almost like a stare at your back you turn and see a rather tall man. He had jet black hair that seemed to light up in a ray of colors, darkish brown-hazel eyes looking you up and down, seeing as the kind of man he was over text. It was obvious what kind of dresses he liked; short and sweet with a hint of a sexy side.

You can tell by the shine of his tongue lightly poking out as he licked his lips, eyeing you up and down once again like the full-course meal you are. Although his fatal attempts were as expected to try and make you feel hotter than the club, it didn't work too much as of the state you're in with your mind.

"Took you long enough." side-eyeing the man, she takes a sip of her drink. His chuckles are almost background noise to her ears as the rest of the world. "Well, what can I say?.. I wanted to look good for ya" humming to his words as she feels him sit down next to her on the little stool, hearing it slightly crunch down from his weight; he signs the bartender to come over as he's ready to order. 

"One martini, please— that is unless.. the pretty lady here would like one?" looking at her glass half full or rather.. half empty; lifting it up she chugged it down in one last gulp. "You'd like to buy me a drink huh? Thanks but I'm good." hearing the clink of her glass being set down along with the woman asking for a refill he smirks; not long after he gets his drink as well.

Sipping on his drink it was clear as day she wasn't in any mood for sex, leading his mind to wander just what happened that put her panties in such a knot; although her mood wouldn't ruin his so either it was her, he was taking or someone else by the end of tonight.

"Look.." gaining the attention of the woman right next to him; she listens but doesn't look his way, "I understand you're upset over whatever, but I came here to have a good night. If you can't give me that.. well, someone else can." 

A small airy laugh of disbelief came from her mouth as she looks to her right side, the corner of her eye once again seeing people dancing. "Does that normally work for you?" giving off a sarcastic but questionable response, she turns back to the man; full facing as she slowly brings her thigh up to cover the other, making a somewhat crisscrossed look— no.. a teasing look, she knew what she was doing. But most importantly He knew what she was doing. And damn... was it working.

Humming with his head turned facing her as well, "Depends.. does doing that cute pose normally work for you?" having a slight snarky response roll off his tongue. Although he didn't mean for it to come off in a sarcastic way; can't do anything now. She does nothing but laughs slightly, a somewhat mixture of fake and real; it's hard to tell if she truly found him funny, nevertheless, it didn't matter.

"Fine.. let's get out of here" setting her glass— once full now empty, drink down on the counter and standing up on her platform black heels that seemed to shine in just the right ways from the lights beaming all over; her black dress having an opening on the back which it slightly crosses over. Looking back at the man she smirks with a wink "Shall we pretty boy?" 

Her face showing a devilish side yet glowing so brightly like an angel ready to commit another sin. To him she looked as nothing he hasn't seen before from other women, but.. something about the way she did it. Left him stunned for a moment too long; as she seemed to have already started walking away.

Not waiting for a minute longer he drank the rest of his drink setting it down in a hasty movement— only to realize she left more money on the table for his drink. A smirk fell onto his face leaving him to question; he chased after her as many probably did before- just how did she get that pasted by him?

 Strutting past the many dancing drunks, she sways her hips— knowing full well he was in a hurry to catch up to her. Just like any sex-thirsty man would, an old classic song came on.

'𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂?'

'𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓫, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂, 𝓼𝓪𝔂?'~

Snapping her fingers, she hums to the song. Lady Gaga, a one-of-a-kind woman who inspires many and spoke out for many more; anyone who didn't like lady gaga was a red flag in her book personally. Stepping to the side as the clicks of her shoes tapped on the floor; she side-stepped a couple making out while making a complete 360 spin and sliding her hand along the man's back as she walked.

Meanwhile, the girl pressed up against the wall having her tongue down the man's throat seemed to not notice him taking a side glance as you walked for a quick peek. Then back to what he was doing but more aggressively. All the while the black-haired man watched it all.

Her effect on people was nothing as he has seen before, the way she slid so perfectly to the beat of the song and then touched that random stranger— he was.. fascinated! If you could even explain his feelings, it'd be just that. Fascinated; addicted. Hell even intrigued...!

He wanted nothing more but to get his hands on her then and there, but he's got to wait until the hotel no matter how much that might physically pain him.

The music was nothing but humming to his ears as he watched her from the bit of distance they had; closer to the door with the bright exit sign on it through the back she stood waiting for him to catch up. "Finally done running laps?" a smile on her lips raised as she spoke with such a sweet tone. 

Sighing out he replied, "I don't think I ever will be with you." moving to open the back door; her eyebrow moved up in a questioning face "You say that as if this isn't going to be a one-time thing" the man seemingly in deep thought just hummed back to let her know he heard her crushing words. Leaving the door wide open he smiles "Lady's first" with an arm reaching out for her to take.

She stood still for a moment; observing his actions, sure he's flirty but was he like this before when they first met? Why does it feel like his whole attitude slightly changed?

While in thought herself, she just huffed with a small 'just this once' reply as she took his arm and wrapped it around with hers. As they walked out of the hot club together leading her to his parked car, meanwhile the people in the alleyway were just about the same as the ones inside; drunk, angry or making out. Although it's nothing too new around clubs— people were bound to get kicked out or not let in for whatever reason.

Walking past a blacked-out woman sleeping on the floor, you slightly felt bad thus causing you to stop and stare without realizing— "Think someone left her?" snapping out of it you look at the taller male, as he wore a similar expression of worry, you mumbled a "maybe" as you let go of his arm to flag down a bodyguard back at the door. At the same time, he argued with a man not being allowed in. 

You didn't even notice the guy at first, maybe you were too in thought about the man as he seemed to stay behind to help the women. Clearing your throat, you overhear the two men; one being calm the other yelling, "WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I GO IN?! I PAID!" the guard rubbing his eyes with a scold; clearly getting a headache on "I already told you.. you were being too aggressive to many of our other guests-" "Who the fuck said I was!" 

Having heard enough from this conversation you cut the man off and talk to the bodyguard "Excuse me, there's a woman behind from trash passed out down the alleyway a bit. I was wondering if you could help her?" the man in a black shirt and jeans smiled at you "Of course, I can, thank you for reporting this to me ma'am" humming out as he asked if you'd show him where she was, you nodded your head. 

Meanwhile, the once man-child throwing a tantrum just ran along while yelling how he'd never come back again. Stepping quickly the guard going by 'K' on his nametag followed while talking about the situation within his small earpiece to the other guards.

Pressing his fingers up to the women's neck, "She's fine just passed out... we'll try to get her up and sober enough to hopefully tell us where she lives for a cab." Turning to the two as they stood behind him "Thanks for notifying me, who knows what could've happened if she stayed alone like this." nodding your head with a 'have a goodnight' the two of you were back on track.

The booming music slowly faded as you came across a red sports car just a bit down the sidewalk, he unlocked the doors letting you both in. With a long sigh, he laughed a tad bit "Well that was interesting..." 

Watching out the side window; her gaze falling back onto the club, "Agreed. Now let's get this over with." looking over at the man in the driver's seat to only see him staring at her back.

"Yeah, let's." 

his reply short but sweet.

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[annaberunoyume]

Headcannons about being in a mutually exclusive throuple with Wally Darling and Julie Joyful (Fem! Bi! Reader in mind, but you can apply it to your gender if you want.)

Julie was the first to fall in love with you. Wally took a little more time. He was always flirty with you, but one fine day, he realised it was more than mere amusing flirting. He truly admired you and loved you. It was helped by the fact that his darling Julie had practically adopted you. More love means more happiness.

Julie was more than happy to show you around in the Neighbourhood. You two became very sisterly friends at first. You both bonded on your love of crafts and giving back to community.

Wally, ever the flirt, always liked to tickle your hand or just scratch your head as he went away, just to see you blush.

You fell hard for Wally and his gallant, old school ways of going about his life (you are a vintage aficionado). He never fails to put you in a happy little trance when he sings to you or does his doe eyes.

They always insist that you sleep in the middle of the queen bed. But you sometimes do cajole Wally into taking place in the middle, some nights. He's an expert at cuddling with two harms, almost like a player (though the concept of players would disgust him). You love to smell Julie's candy-perfumed hair when you spoon her. And you are soothed by Wally's heartbeat and low voice when he hums as you spoon. When it's Julie in the middle, both Wally and you loves to tickle her.

Your neighbours at first found it peculiar, but they all embraced you three when they saw how happy you were.

Eddie married you three: ''By the power invested in me and Home's permission, I now pronounce you husband, wife and wife. You may now kiss each other (cue you three kissing, using both of Wally's cheeks and then Wally french-kissing Julie and you.).''

One fine day, Julie was now pregnant. You were more than happy to be that child's second mother. You named the child Julina.

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[skippers-stuff]

Coming out

Pairing: bi Eddie Munson x bi afab! Reader

Summary: Eddie decided to come out to you, and your response made him dropp everything.

Warnings: mention of sexually loaded activities (clothed privet areas touching), concussion, visit to school nurse, head bang, coming out, bi couple, stedie mentioned, emotions and stuff...

A/n: I wrote this a while ago, got inspired by a tiktok vid I can't find anymore. I wanted to post this earlier but tumblr is shit hard to use (for me lol, I'm old [not really]). I'm clearly new to this so I'm thankful for every feedback i get!

You burst through the cafeteria door with panic in your eyes. You are desperately searching for a way out of the situation you throw yourself into. With your loud entrance, now everyone was looking at you like you were gonna you went mad, but you couldn't care less. Not when he was after you. You run to your table, grab Dustin's shoulders and look at him with puppy eyes.

"Dustin, dear, my great friend, you need to help me. Please." You beg the younger boy.

"Oh, no, what did you do this time?" He asks you with an annoyed look.

"I may or may not have fucked up just a tiny tiny little bit... " you wanted to continue your speech about how you managed to get yourself in trouble once again, but then his fluffy hair appeared in the door.

"Shit" you hiss and go back to your running business.

Just a normal day in Hawkins High. You pissed off your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, just like you usually do maybe like 3 or 4 times a week, and now, you're running for your life. Of course, he would never hurt you, not on purpose at least, you knew that, but he had his ways of getting back at you.

You run to the bench in the forest area, behind the school, where Eddie usually does his cartel businesses. At that point, you were out of breath and your legs felt weak. You could not make any more steps. So you decided to lay down on the top of the table. Not in the grass obviously, since you didn't want any bugs in your hair. Not long after, your boyfriend was hovering above you with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Got you now doll" he smirks and pins, your hands above your head.

"Okay, yeah, you got me. Good job Eds." You say while trying to catch your breath. "I need to visit the gym more often."

"Mhm, you know what else you should do, angel? Well, I don't know maybe stop talking shit about your boyfriend?" He asks.

Well, yes. About the whole situation. You may or may not have talked to Eddie about how he and Harrington would make a cute couple and mentioned here and there that you can see in his eyes that he just wants to kiss him sometimes. Like quite literally, that was the only topic you talked about today. You started it to annoy him. Altho it was true. You did see some sparkles in his eyes whenever he saw Steve. You've suspected for quite a while now, that your boyfriend was not really what other people would call straight. You didn't want to push him about that, his sexuality, but your jealousy took over you this time. He should not look at anybody else the way he's only allowed to look at you.

"And now tell me, princess, where and when did that little idea of your come to your head? Did you bump you bump it?"

"No, I just saw what I saw, considered and concluded. You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to catch the evidence." You say smirking right back at his stupid but oh so beautiful face. He spreads your legs with his hands, stands between them and pulls you closer to him, so your crotch meets his. Then he grabs the neck of your shirt and pulls you up by it.

"And why do you seem so sure about that? Why would I be interested in a guy?" He asks in a lower voice.

"Come on Eds, the little starring at Steve moments, the handkerchief, yes I know about that too, you just scream the answer, my friend," you say smiling.

"Let's just say you are right, for the following scenario, and I do like... Other than women, no, not Steve, just in general... How would you feel about that? Your boyfriend being attracted to... Boys?" He asks still holding you but now a bit nervous. You just keep smiling at him. It's like a huge moment. He finally admitted to you his attraction to other genders. I mean, yeah, you may have forced it, but you wanted him to be true to himself around you.

"Well, I would think that is super extra cool since my boyfriend's girlfriend is attracted to girls as well." You smile, making your confession to your love.

Eddie's world just stops right there. I mean, how could it not? He just found out that his girlfriend not only accepted his so-called abnormality but somehow shares it with him. That he is not alone. At that moment he didn't feel awful about himself, and about his feelings, he just felt like it was a normal thing. He fell even more in love with you at that moment if it was possible. He didn't care about Steve or anyone else on the planet because at that moment, Eddie Munson was sure he wanted to marry you as soon as possible. His whole body weakened for a minute. Only a minute. But it was enough for your shirt to slip through his fingers. He saw the whole thing in slow motion in front of him. Your shirt slips, and then the boom, when your head hit the wooden table. His eyes go wild as he tries to catch you.

You feel incredible pain in your head while you chant every swearword you knew. You try to stand up, but one, you feel dizzy and you just can't and two, Eddie is on top of you. Repeating how sorry he was between the "shit" s that left his mouth. You push him off of you and he helps you to stand up.

"You okay princess? Shit. I am really really sorry, I didn't mean to drop you" he put his arm around your body and tries to help you stand properly.

"My head fucking hurt, get me to the nurse," you say with your eyes closed, trying to make your way to the said person with Eddie's help. You can only take two steps before you put your boyfriend to the side and throw up.

"Oh fucking shit it's not looking good, is it? Shit, I'm so fucking sorry." He picks you up and as fast as he can get you to the nursery.

The nurse gives you some painkillers and tells you that you have a minor whiplash so she sends you home. Since non of your parents can pick you up, Eddie decides to ditch school and take you home instead. He lays you down on his bed, and makes everything comfortable for you, just hopping around you like a maid. The only problem is that you don't want to be near him. He just dropped you after coming out to him, literally.

"Eddie, could you just leave please?" You whine.

"I am sorry but I'm afraid I can't do that, princess." He says as he climbs in next to you. "I really hate what I did back there, and I'm trying to get my perfect girlfriend whatever she wants to show her how amazing she is and how much I love her, hoping that she'll forgive me and marry me someday, even tho I dropped her when she came out to me. I hope you know I didn't do that because of what you said, I mean I did. I didn't expect it and well, god, you are perfect and you made me believe that after all, I might be normal. I mean I hated myself for so many years whenever I felt something towards a boy and you just took it so carelesly and easily."

"Eddie Munson, you are faaaar away from normal, my dear. And that's what I love you for. Because who the fuck wants to be boring and normal when they can be you? Or be with you. You are the colour in my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love you. And I will marry you someday in the future, but not now, now I need peace and quiet." You say as you close your eyes, only to open them a moment after to glance at your boyfriend who is silently admiring you "and maybe my boyfriend... Shirtless." As you say those last words, Eddie is quick to take off his shirt and pulls you on his chest. He keeps petting your hair as you slowly fall asleep to the heartbeat of the one you love the most.

#eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fluff #eddie angst #bi eddie munson #bi reader #love #bi love #stranger things