#but it ended on a good note & i got some flowers for my mom at least

[workinatdapyramid]

august 𐐪𐑂

steven conklin x fem!fisher!reader

WARNINGS: fighting, cursing, underage drinking, shayla isn’t in this soz, angsty teens lol, mentions from scenes in the books!, reader doesn’t like taylor, book taylor personality ( show taylor >>>> )

SUMMARY: it wasn’t belly that found out about taylor and steven, it was his best friends little sister

m’s blah blah blahhhhh: we need some more steven appreciation on here… GIVE MY SWEET BOY SOME RECOGNITION!!!

take a peak ;)

this is kind of long… i kinda got carried away LOLZ SORRT NOT SORRY

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“twenty bucks she calls you jeremy again.” belly chuckles.

you, belly, and your older brother stood at the curb waiting for bellys best friend taylor at the bus stop. today was bellys 16th birthday which meant hurricane taylor visiting for the day.

you weren’t exactly fond of her ever since the summer she came to visit when you guys were 14. yes, you had to play nice with her for belly but stringing along your older brother jeremiah wasn’t exactly a good start to a friendship.

you chuckled beside the newly 16 year old as jere teasingly pushed her into you from his place beside her.

“i don’t.. i think she learned from last time.” he argued. “you think?” you teased, making a mental note that jere will infact be handing over that $20 before the end of the night.

“that’s how she flirts with you” belly mocked facing you as you both made smooching noises.

the bus pulled up infront of you guys, the brakes making a loud hissing noise.

“here she comes.” you say rolling your eyes as the short girl barely fits through the bus doors with the pile of balloons tied to her wrists.

the long time best friends squeal and hug reuniting for the first time since summer began causing you to roll your eyes even more.

jere turns toward you mouthing be nice

“belly you tart! you finally took my advice this outfit is snatched,” taylor spun the brunette in a circle admiring her dress. “isn’t belly looking like a snack?” she asked jeremiah a hint of something mischievous in her eyes.

“always.” the curly headed blonde smiled. he reached for taylor’s bag being the kind boy your mother raised him to be. taylor smirks batting her eyelashes up at the tall boy.

“thank you. you’re such a gentleman, jeremy.” she giggles.

you stood off to the side watching the interaction laughing to yourself knowing your brothers going to be $20 short when we get home.

“hey taylor long time no see.” you smiled offering the girl a polite side hug.

“omg y/n i didn’t even see you there, when did you get hot?” she questioned looking you up and down.

gosh this was going to be a long day.

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you sat beside taylor, jeremiah and belly across from you. a banana float melting in the middle of the table as belly opened her gift from her best friend. a pink bikini. jeremiah teased her about but you knew deep down he can’t wait to see her in it.

taylor takes a bite of the frozen treat as she said, “okay, so, whats the plan for tonight? where’s the party?”

“well, susannah always plans a big lobster dinner.” belly smiles as she puts the bathing suit back in the bag.

you and jere smiling towards each-other, being big fans of the birthday dinner tradition.

“boring. no.” taylor whines causing the three of you to look towards her with furrowed brows. “it’s your 16th birthday. we have to go out” the red head continued.

“no, no, no. these dinners are really, really fun.” belly tried to reason with her stubborn friend.

“yeah, and my mom had the idea to make it midsommar themed, so she got flower crowns especially made for us and everything.” you added taylor quickly glances at you then turns back towards her best friend.

“don’t you think you should be spending your birthday with people your own age?” taylor says taking another spoonful into her mouth.

“i am. you’re here.” belly said clearly annoyed by her bossyness.

“hello? am i invisible?” jeremiah cuts in trying to defuse the tension. he was really good at that. “and i guess steven.” taylor smirks. you shift uncomfortably hoping no one notcied. your brother obviously did scoffing at taylor’s remark.

you look towards belly, her already looking back. everyone in the house knows about your crush on steven the same way they knew about belly with conrad. ever since you were younger the boy was your prince charming. always being there in to cheer you up or piss you off but hey, that’s steven.

“and cams coming, too.” belly quickly changes the subject. you sigh silently thanking her.

“yay, i’m so excited to meet the guy who finally got you to take your eyes off of you-know-who.” taylor jokes.

as quickly as belly was to change the subject she quickly regretted it.

“taylor.” belly warned glancing towards jeremiah.

you coughed.

way to go taylor.

queen of making people feel uncomfortable..

“i have an idea. we can go to nicole’s big blowout at her place tonight. maybe go after dinner?” jere once again defusing the tension

you watched as taylor started at belly

“um yes!” taylor squealed in a matter of fact voice.

“woah, only if bells wants to go? it’s her birthday after all. we gotta do what whatever she wants. boring dinner or not.” you tell taylor not missing the look she gave you. you felt jeremiah lightly kick your leg under the table. you looked towards him. giving him a ‘what?’ expression.

you know how taylor can make belly feel like a side character most of the time and you’ll be dammed if you let taylor do that on her birthday.

belly smiles toward you silently thanking you for having her back.

“who’s nicole?” taylor asked jeremiah turning her harsh glance away from you.

belly smiles excited to fill in her best friend with the plans she’s made over here in cousins.

“she’s my big sister for the deb ball. she’s super nice and just really cool and fun and-

“ugh, i’m, like melting right now. can we go back to the house? i want to change into my bikini and jump in the pool.” taylor interupts belly looking at jere as she finished her sentence.

you roll your eyes standing up from the table as jeremiah says sure

taylor skips toward the car

jeremiah walking next to her as she called shot gun.

“come on bells.” you say putting your arm around her shoulders offering her a sympathetic smile.

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back at the house you, belly, jeremiah, steven, and taylor were in the pool. belly and taylor on one side jeremiah and steven on the other side.

you swam towards the two boys who were hanging off the edge of the pool deck.

“oh hey y/n/n you spying on us?” jeremiah teased. you rolled you eyes splashing him with the cold water. you hated when he called you that. stupid nickname that only reminded you of being a kid.

“stop calling me that i’m not five anymore.” you stuck your tongue out at him, he playfully did it back.

“yeah man cmon y/n’s all grown now. she’s not my little y/n/n anymore.” steven jokingly puts his hand over his heart in agony.

you dunk his head under the water in return, trying to hide your blush from him. it was moments like these where you had hope for something more. where you didn’t just feel like his best friends little sister anymore.

steven quickly comes up from the water his dark wet hair covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?” he challenged lifting you up and dunking you under the water.

you resurface hearing jeremiah and him share a laugh and a high five.

“oh screw you steve-o” you yelled splashing the boy who had your heart.

“any time any place.” he smirked.

gosh that smirk

jeremiah fake gags as your cheeks stained a pretty pink. steven always knew how to give you butterflies.

“we know you’re gossiping about us over there.” you hear taylor say causing stevens glance to change towards her.

as quickly as he gave you butterflies they were fast to be replaced with a pit in your stomach. you shift your gaze down as the two go back in forth with playful banter.

“let’s play chicken! i call steven!” taylor yelled.

you quickly moved towards the pool stairs to hide your frown from the others.

“i’m gonna go see if mom needs any help with dinner.” your voice barely above a whisper. the cool breeze causing you to shiver as you climb out of the pool

“you sure y/n/n?” jeremiah asks you, clearly noticing your mood change.

“yeah it’s fine there was an uneven amount anyways.” you grab your towel and head for the house not turning back

jeremiah turns towards belly, both teens sharing a knowing look.

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you sat on the couch of your second home sulking in your wet towel. mentally cursing at yourself for letting her get to you. you should be out there having fun. it’s bellys birthday for crying out loud.

your thoughts were soon cut short as connie, your oldest brother walks into the living room.

“hey dimples,” he says standing behind your seat on the couch, “why aren’t you out there with the others?” he asks ruffling his calloused hand through your wet hair.

you softly smile at the nickname. connie called you that ever since you guys were younger. oh how you missed your sweet brother

“taylors here.” you mutter pushing his hand away. he chuckles plopping himself down on the couch next to you. “aw, you mean your best friend?” he teases. “yeah fuck you” you shove him lightly chuckling.

“you can’t let her get to you kid. that’s just how she is” he sighs.

“yeah the same girl that hates you because you didn’t like her that summer she was like 14? that’s just how she is.” you roll your eyes doing finger quotes at the last part. connie laughs.

“why don’t you just tell steven how you feel already so you can stop sulking around all summer?” he asks.

you quickly sit up turning towards him with wide eyes. “you’re one to talk mr dark and mysterious. i don’t see you confessing your undying love for belly!” you challenge him reaching over smacking him with a throw pillow.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about… shut up.” he whispers.

you laugh shifting closer to your brother you lay your head on his shoulder. “besides he only see me as a kid anyways. i’ll always be just conrad and jeremiah’s little sister to him.” you sigh closing your eyes.

you stay like that for a while. just enjoying eachothers company. ever since april conrad’s been distant towards everyone so you miss having moments like these with your brother.

“aw my sweet angels.” you hear your mom squeal as she walked into the kitchen.

“hi mom hi laur.” you smile getting up from the couch and greeting your favorite women with a hug.

“do you need help with those?” conrad points to the brown bag full of corn on the counter.

“yes actually, we were supposed to keep dinner light but you know your mom.” laurel playfully side eyes her best friend.

“what?! it’s bellys 16th birthday.” she smiles. “and she’ll love it mom.” you smile back.

“wanna shuck these for us since your not busy?” susannah asked you and conrad pointing towards the corn.

“omg do you hear that? yeah i think bellys calling me. i gotta go hang with taylor and the birthday girl sorry love you bye!” you quickly run back outside.

“i’ll do it mom.” conrad rolls his eyes grabbing the bag.

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once outside you see steven sitting on the porch and jere climbing out of the pool. taylor and belly were probably off walking along the shore down by the beach.

jeremiah notices you and takes his leave inside claiming his need for a shower leaving you and steven outside.

“are you alright?” steven asks straining his neck to look at you standing behind him. "you kind of left in a hurry before."

you walk over sitting next to him on the porch steps.

“i’m fine conklin.” you laugh shifting your arms around your stomach. you tried so hard not to seem nervous around him but he could read you like a book.

steven chuckled looking away from you back towards the ocean. “okay.” he laughs. “but you could talk to me about anything. i’m serious i’ll always be here for you y/n/n.” he says more seriously this time.

you turn to him to see he was already looking at you. you search for something to say, anything, but you couldn't so you settle for a comforting smile. your breathe starts to quicken as you realize how close you guys were. steven noticed it too. his chest moving up and down at a fast pace.

“i just sometimes wish things were different.” you whispered half hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did.

“how so?” he whispered back. his gaze locked on your eyes intense.

for a moment you could’ve sworn his eyes flicked to your lips then back up to your eyes but theres no way.. right?

steven wouldn’t kiss you.. would he? no.

he just sees you as his best friends little sister. nothing more…

you're internally screaming as he slowly leans in

your eyes flutter shut waiting to feel his soft lips against yours

this is it.

finally

this is what you’ve wanted your whole life.

“oh hey y/n” you hear taylor yell as her and belly walk back up to the house.

steven quickly jumps up not saying a word as he rushed into the house.

you wanted to die.

just shrivel up and die.

you blink rappidly getting rid of the tears forming in your eyes and smile up towards the two girls.

“i’m starving! let’s go wash up before dinner.” belly smiles pulling you up from the steps and walking into the house.

it’s just one day it’s just one day it’s just one day

you kept reminding yourself as you trailed behind the hurricane pouring on your love life

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the table was littered with plates filled with delicious food. there was vases of flowers in the middle that matched with the flower crowns on belly, taylor, and your heads. the dinning room was filled with chatter and giggles from everyone getting along.

susannah and laurel sat on opposite ends of the table refilling the hungry teenagers plates. taylor, belly, you, and cam on one side and jere, conrad, and steven on the other.

“thank you so much for having me susannah! my moms says hi.” cam, bellys boyfriend smiled holding his fork up to show his thanks for the food.

you laugh along with the others as the moms interrogate bellys first boyfriend. cam cameron was the nickname everyone called him. you liked him. it’s like he fit right in with the rest of you guys. you were so happy for belly.

“why don’t you eat meat, cam cameron?” jeremiah asked the shy boy. he tries his best to seem intimidating but ultimately cracks his signature smile. classic jere.

“i like animals.” he answered simply. not bothered by all the questions thrown his way.

you adjust the flower crown on your head accidentally making eye contact with steven. you guys haven’t spoke since almost kissing on the stairs. you intend to keep it that way not wanting to have that talk.. the 'you're my best friends little sister we can't do this' talk.

you quickly look away feeling the pit in your stomach return.

“just don’t come for my leather jacket.” taylor chuckles from the other side of the table. you genuinely laughed. she was kinda funny sometimes.

your laugh quickly disappeared once you heard steven teasing her. he just always had an answer when it came to taylor didn’t he.

you finish the rest of your lobster with a sigh patting your well fed stomach.

“that was really good mom.” you said. causing sighs in agreement around the table.

“i agree! thank you too y/n. kinda glad you went inside to help cook after all.” steven said looking at you. the first thing he said to you since what happened on the porch. you look at him with a blank expression.

jeremiah changes the subject going right back to interrogating cam cameron about eating meat which ended in him quickly pecking bellys lips.

you laugh but quickly glance towards conrad who was already looking back down at his plate.

steven and jeremiah both pretend to retch. “i’m sorry i just don’t understand why anybody would want to kiss somebody who once fully shat in the bathtub.” classic steven says embarrassing his little sister.

“i was like two years old!” belly argues

“two? more like six!” jeremiah and steven yelled at the same time. the two immature boys erupt in laughter.

you playfully roll you eyes at the two while belly yells at her brother to shut up.

“i remember when i visited last summer, and you and you dared him to pee in the fireplace, and you stink up the entire house for days. do you remember that?” taylor points towards your brothers and steven. you all laughed reliving all the memories this house held.

“you know i’m thinking.. maybe we should go to nicole’s party.” belly turns toward taylor and you smiling.

“yes!” you and taylor said at the same time.

boy did you need alcohol in your system after the day you had.

after a few more jokes and steven and bells bickering everyone decided to get ready for the party.

you were touching up your makeup in your bedroom when you heard a knock at your door.

“its open” you said not looking towards the door as you reapplied your mascara.

“hey little fisher” you heard steven say as he closed the door. you almost dropped the mascara wand. you turned around facing him uttering a small hey.

“i know we are about to leave for the party but do you think when we get back home we could talk about what happened on the porch?” you could tell he was nervous. he didn’t meet your gaze at all and he was fidgeting.

“but nothing happened on the porch” you felt a pang in your chest.

he sighed, “i know but that’s the thing..” he said stepping closer to you. “i wanted something to happen.” he finished.

you swallowed. “oh” was all you could say.

you guys stood there for a while. silence filled the room.

“i also wanted it to happen. so yes, we can talk about it when we get home” you smile. you can’t believe this is happening right now.

“okay.” he smiled

“okay.” you said as he turned around to leave your room looking back at you one last time.

once you were sure he walked away from the door you jumped up and down looking at yourself in the mirror.

“fuck yeah y/n fuck yeah.” you whispered to yourself smiling ear to ear.

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gotta give it to jere he always knew how to make a scene. you and belly sat on the couch hysterical watching cam cameron and jeremiah singing horrendously along to summer loving.

maybe coming to the party was a good idea after all. “i can’t stand to watch this any longer i’m gonna go find a bathroom.” you laughed getting up from the couch.

you squeezed through all the drunken bodies dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. you found nicole standing by the drink table.

“oh hey y/n” she greets you with a tight hug. “are you having fun?” she asks taking a sip from whatever was in her cup.

“actually i really am. you sure know how to throw a banger.” you said cringing at yourself. god why are you so awkward.

nicole just smiled

“hey um where’s the bathroom?” you asked actually needing to pee after all.

“the one downstairs has a line it hasn’t moved in ages so just go upstairs! it’s right to your left!” she said.

you thanked her as you made your way towards the stairs. jeremiah, belly, and cam standing near by.

“hey have you seen taylor?” belly asked you. you shook your head no. “i'll help you find her after i use the bathroom?” you ask. she thanked you.

the music faded as you walked up the stairs of nicole’s house. yeah the beach house was big but nothing compared to this. if you didn’t ask nicole where to go you definitely would’ve gotten lost.

you opened the door on the left but it was preoccupied by a couple hooking up. you quickly muttered sorry as you closed the door shaking your head to forget the sight.

you kept looking for an open room hoping to find one with a bathroom in it.

gosh how you hated horny drunk teenagers.

you opened the last door praying to all the gods it was free and had a bathroom. you were about to piss your pants.

you opened the door and all of a sudden the urge to pee was gone.

there in the room was taylor propped on the dresser making out with steven.

your steven.

he was standing between her legs. his hands on her waist as they made out.

your mouth was dry

you couldn’t process the scene in front of you.

you wanted to crumble to the ground and cry.

“conklin?” your voice cracked as steven whipped his head around to see you standing at the door.

taylor quickly hopped off the dresser pulling her dress down.

“oh, my god- shit” steven said as you turned around and made a beeline for the stairs.

“y/n wait!” he yelled as he ran after you.

you made it to the bottom of the stairs causing a few people to look at you running away from the brunette boy.

“y/n/n? what happened?” jeremiah was the first to notice you. you wiped the fallen tears from your cheeks as belly and cam also noticed you.

by then steven caught up to you. you went to run out of the house but was quickly stopped by him gradding your wrist.

“y/n just stop let me explain-

“explain what steven?” you yelled.

if no one noticed before they definitely noticed now.

the chattering around the house quickly stopped as you yelled at steven.

“y/n please. i’m sorry it just happened.” steven tried to plead with you. regret written all over his face.

you looked at him in disbelief.

“go to hell.” your yelled you voice broke as the tears kept spilling from your eyes.

you yanked your wrist from his grasp and looked at belly. mascara stained your cheeks. “i found taylor” you whispered before walking out the door. leaving steven there, carrying your broken heart along with his..

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AHHHH TYSM FOR READING THIS!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ( pls be nice this is my first actual fic i’ve written! )

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[collisvng]

RED ROSES.

1.3k words, and a whole lot of fluff.

Red roses were your favorite.

He knew that.

They reminded him of you.

Anything that had to do with roses—it was made for you in his eyes.

That is how he won you over in the end.

Han Jisung gave you roses.

He would leave them everywhere for you.

You’d find pedals in your bag, roses on the windshield of your car with little notes on them wishing you a good day… and those few times he would leave them at your doorstep or hand them to you directly.

Most people would find his kind of thing strange, but you knew better.

Especially since you knew what it meant.

Han Jisung was your best friend.

The two of you had been inseparable since you both were kids and you had no intention of ever letting him go.

Once when you guys were in the first grade, Han brought you a rose. 

Jisung spent a week or so trying to figure out what you liked in order to properly ask you out. It got to the point that he went to ask his mother for help, and she found the whole ordeal of her son having a little crush to be adorable. She would go out of her way, taking Han to the grocery store to buy flowers.

When he asked the cashier if he could have just one rose out of a bouquet, the lady looked at him confused. His mother whispered the explanation to the girl, and she just laughed. Jisung stood there with his little boba eyes filled with hope and the woman couldn’t say no.

“Just take it,” she would say, taking a flower from one of the bouquets and handing it to him. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay? It’ll be our little secret.”

The next day he walked into school gripping the rose stem with all the might his little body could—holding his head up high.

Han Jisung asked you if you would be his forever and ever. But of course you said no, I mean afterall you were like seven years old and most boys had cooties at that age.

But when six-year-old Han went back to class after recess and you saw him almost cry… something inside you decided to cut him a break.

As you both waited for your moms to pick you after school, you went up to him and made a promise.

“I'll do it when we’re older,” you said. “My parents tell me I’m too young to have a partner right now. But when we’re older I promise I’ll say yes.”

He held onto your words for 17 years.

At first it was just childish hope. And by the time you guys got to high school and you got your first significant other, Han had already accepted his fate. He thought maybe he was holding onto some kind of impossible dream, but still held onto your words with a heavy heart.

Eventually he got a partner.

And another… And another… And another…

But no one was ever right for him.

No one was you.

Han Jisung was stuck in an impossible unrequited love circle forced upon him by no one else but himself.

That was until you both were adults and the dating pool became a little dry for you.

You were going on dates but every person was the same; they all wanted one thing. And when you found solitude at Jisung’s dorm one night after crying your eyes out, all he could think about was your promise as children.

That is when his rose brigade began, and your heart began to swell.

You started to dream of roses and all things beautiful and red.

You’d soon dream of Jisung too, not knowing what it meant.

Did you like him? Did you love him?

I mean of course you did but… was there something more?

Han Jisung appeared in your dream one day while you were napping.

You had just gotten back from work. You were tired, exhausted even. Another rose was found on your doorstep as you walked into your apartment.

You’d clutch onto it, falling onto the couch and practically cuddling up to it as you fell into a deep slumber.

And there he was; Han Jisung laid out in a field of roses in a sea of darkness.

You walked to him slowly. Every flower you stepped on as you made your way in front of him would regrow in your wake. It was like because Han was there, nothing could die or disintegrate—only flourish and grow. He was like a magnet, attracting him to you with such a mysterious yet comforting aura.

When you made it to him, a hand of his was placed on your cheek. You’d close your eyes and lean into his touch… Only opening your eyes when you could feel him start to lean in.

It was in that moment you knew. The burning feeling inside your chest everytime he laughed at one of your jokes, the mesmerizing stars you’d love seeing in his eyes whenever you’d compliment his music, how with each rose you received you could never ask him to stop giving them to you…

Just as you were about to give into instinct and kiss him with the intensity of all the love in the world combined into a singular molecular being—he began to fall.

He slipped right through the roses, falling into an abyss while looking at you with the most longing eyes.

What was this? What was happening? What did this represent?

Were you too late? Was the universe trying to tell you something? Did it take you too long to figure out your feelings and this was signifying that he no longer could feel the same towards you?

You had awoken from your dream due to the sound of thunder. 

Heavy breathing and a quick clutch of the rose in your hand brought you back to reality with a bizarre conclusion.

You loved him. You were in love with Han Jisung. And hopefully he would love you back.

For the next several minutes that was all you could think about, until you saw a hooded figure holding a skateboard walk up to your door in the pouring rain.

You knew that hoodie, you’d bought it for Han for Christmas last year, and within seconds you rushed to the door.

When it opened, Han flinched immediately. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

He was drenched head to toe from the rain but seemed as if he could care less about it. He looked down at the rose you were gripping onto for dear life in your hand and sighed with relief.

“Oh thank god. When it started raining I got worried the flower would get ruined. I literally rode my board all the way here hoping it wasn’t destroyed yet. I almost got you a new one. I mean I still can if it got too wet. I don’t know when you got home if it started raining yet. If it got messed up in any way I can run down to the grocery store and—”

You kissed him.

His pretty little lips wouldn’t shut up so you kissed him. You kissed Han Jisung.

It was so abrupt Jisung almost dropped the skateboard he held under his arm due to the surprise. You don’t know what came over you or how you gained enough confidence to just do something like that, but you knew you couldn't let him slip away. Not again.

When you pulled away, all Han could see were stars. His eyes were so big and full with confusion and lust. His lips followed yours out of instinct and you let out the softest little laugh. God how he loved your laugh.

“Come in,” you whispered, tucking the rose in your hand behind his ear. “I’ll let you leave once you're dry. Plus I think we have a lot to talk about.”

You grabbed his hand, leading him into your home. And as he walked in and saw every rose he had given you—some new and some older and starting to wilt—all placed in a big vase sitting on your kitchen table, he knew.

Han Jisung loved you. And you loved Han Jisung.

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[gweninred]

OMFG HEAR ME OUT I've been thinking about this for a while now and I'm going insane.

Reader organizes a very romantic dinner (candlelight, ambient music and all that), making Melissa's favorite dish, getting her flowers..

. and THEN reader gets on Mel's lap and end up giving her lap dance and just makes Melissa feel good and fucking her silly till she's absolutely spent..

ok im gonna go hide now..

Taking care of

I love this request! I’m not comfortable writing smut, so I won’t be writing that part, I’m sorry. Just leave the last part to your imaginations 😭 I hope you like it anyway and thank you for requesting!

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You placed the flowers you had bought for your favourite redhead in a vase. White tulips. You set them on the middle of the dining table, then starting to make dinner, gnocchi. Once again Melissa’s favourite. She had thought you how to made some of her famous Italian dishes. Following her family recipe you had saved in your notes app to make the dish. You noticed your girlfriend was quite stressed lately, ever since she had to teach two grades, she would come home extremely stressed and exhausted from her day at work. But the oh-so good girlfriend you are, will always be there for her to comfort her and help her relax.

By the time you had finished dinner you had placed it in the oven to keep it warm until the redhead will be coming home. You made sure to light up some scented candles, switch the big lights off and turn on some slow romantic music.

“Baby?” Melissa shouted after banging the front door close. You could hear her bag drop on the floor. “I’m upstairs!” Stroking your hands down your sides you looked at the dress through the mirror. A hum of approval came from the teacher as she peaked her head through the opening of the doorway. “Looks good on ya.” You smiled. “There you are, honey.” You wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her close. Her arms found its way around your waist, kissing the side of your face. “I missed you.” She murmured against your neck.

“Come with me.” You pulled away to grab her hand, leading her downstairs. You made her sit down at the table.

“I called your mom to get the recipe. I know you’ve thought me how to make it but I kind of forgot.” You giggled, placing the redhead’s favourite dish in front of her.

“This is so thoughtful and sweet, honey.” Melissa grabbed your hand from across the table, she kissed your knuckles. “And you got me my favourite flowers.” Another kiss was placed on your hand.

“I hope it’s good, I don’t want you to break up with me for making the sauce wrong.” You joked, Melissa’s gaze softened.

“Of course not.” She was in a sweet mood, you cooking her favourite dish and getting her flowers clearly did something to her. “Well, I’m not sure nonna is going to let you marry me actually.”

“Oh, hush now, eat.” You popped open a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses. “Barolo.” You took a sip, humming at the taste. You had bought the bottle of wine on your vacation in Italy, saving it for a special occasion to open the bottle. “And? Would Nonna approve?” Melissa chuckled, her mouth stuffed.

“I think she would, you nailed that.” Proud of yourself you take a bite, nodding in approval.

After dinner Melissa insisted to do the dishes, her filling the dishwasher while you cleaned the rest of the kitchen. “I made dessert for us too, but we can eat that later tonight, I’m full.” The redhead pinned you against the kitchen counter. “Me too.” Her voice was raspy, one hand resting on the side of your face her other hand leaning on the counter, keeping you trapped. Her hand moved in your hair, brushing it through her fingers. Your eyes lingered down to her lips. Closing the gap between you, the teacher kissing you. You caressed her curves.

“I missed the taste of your lips.” You murmured against her lips, kissing her again.

Then Melissa pulled away, to sit down again. “Hey! Get back here.” You whined. A chuckle was heard from your girlfriend. You followed the other woman, taking a seat on her lap. “I’m so lucky to have you, you’re so good to me, honey.” She placed her hands on your thighs kissing you. The kiss was heated and became sloppy.

“No, I’m so lucky to have you!” You pulled away to push your pointer finger against her chest, the redhead giggling. “Just let me make you feel good.” You whispered in her ear, then biting it slightly. Melissa had to drawn back a groan. You got up from her lap and went to stand behind her. Your hands placed on her shoulders, you glide your hands over her breast down to her waist. Melissa placed her hands over your guiding them over her body. Your head was next to hers, kissing her neck.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me.” She rasped out, leaning back into your touch. “What am I doing to you?” You walked around her, taking a seat on her lap again, Melissa’s hands immediately grasping your butt. “You are driving me wild.” She went to kiss you again.

“Have me just like this.”

#lesbian #fanfic #abbott elementary #gwendoline christie #lisa ann walter #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #larissa weems x female reader #larissa x reader #larissa x y/n #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

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✧.* he's all that; lsm mini series

✧.*synopsis: every year the kappa sorority hosted a 'hot or not' greek life pageant show. you've luckily escaped having to bring your own "nottie" to give a makeover to and train in hopes of winning a big prize for the rest of your crew. but, just when you thought your lucky streak was going strong your name get's chosen as a representative and your sisters had just the guy for you to make over.

part of my seventeen movie series. 

paring: seokmin x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.) 

genre/s: fluff, strangers2lvrs, neighbors2lvrs or whatever.  

warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes. no funny business iykyk. lots of mean girls (rip)

word count: 4.2k

note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. this edition of nmm is inspired by a true classic she's all that (w/ a bit of greek the tv show/sydney white energy if any of u have ever seen ALSO classics, this was supposed to be one part, BUT! I feel myself getting so carried away so … three parts.) i was going to post my gwag update today but im gonna wait till either tomorrow or Tuesday <3.

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Y/n was dreading the meeting she walked through the front doors of the sorority for this afternoon, the pageant. Kappa and all the other sororities on Greek row participated in what they call ‘Hot or Not’ every year since supposedly the 1980’s something her now head sister Heather claims was started by the legacy that was her mother. Which maybe was true, but y/n could never figure out why it mattered? And while it was fun it was a little bit old school.

“Hey, girls. Everyone settled in? We have a very exciting tradition here at Kappa as you may know.”

The cheers rang through the sitting room, with its white walls, pale pink carpets, and sherpa couches, the cheers and claps of girls hoping Heather draws their name from the glass bowl with her perfectly manicured finger tips.

“Yes. It’s so exciting, we have a few new faces so since you haven’t been a part of this week in past years we left you out of the bowl, but we will have many things for you to participate in this week. Like dine and dash, our famous Good as Gold party, and of course judging the competition at the end of the week. Before we get to the drawing, I wanted to congratulate our last year's winner, Suni. Give it up for her.”

Smiling, y/n clapped along with the other girls, giving Suni her flowers. About to step out behind the two french doors to grab a water or something to drink, when you hear Heather call your name loudly. All of your other sisters and friends spinning around watching her looking like she was attempting to escape the reality of her name being the one chosen after three years of getting out of it.

“y/n! Finally, Come back here, girly.”

Walking through the clapping crown y/n took her place next to the blonde and pretended to smile with excitement as her gut was telling her it was absolutely the worst day of her life.

The only reason y/n was in this sorority was to get extra college credits, that and Heather and her mother met here and have been friends since that very day. Heather was obsessed with being a legacy and clawing her way to the top of the food chain at the university. Y/n was just there for the ride.

“Everyone, you all obviously know my very good friend and our smartest sister, y/n. I personally have been waiting for the day she got chosen out of this bowl. It’s something our moms, co-vp’s of their 1980’s class of Kappas have been talking about for years. So I’m just as excited as I’m sure y/n is to be our guiding light to another victory this year. Anything to say, y/n?”

“Uh, not really, you said it all.”

Another big fake smile appeared on her face. Laughing and giggling at all the congratulations coming her way.

“Girls, before we enjoy our lunch. Don’t forget tonight is dine and dash, please find your dates and bring them to Carol’s Diner at 8pm. See you there.”

Checking the time on your phone you had roughly 45 minutes before your lecture and enough time to take off the gaudy Kappa logo’d sweater you had to put on for what Heather calls “official business.”

“Y/n what are you checking the time for? We have a lot to do today.”

“I have a class in 40 minutes, I have to go back and change.”

“I don’t get why you won't just move back in here with us?”

“I told you, Heather. I can't. I have to focus on getting into Med School and no offense to you or the other girls, but this isn’t exactly the best place for me to focus when I have to study.”

“Med School can wait just one day right? We have to set up the table at Carol’s and set up for the party later. Would you mind going with the new girl Sam to grab the alcohol? And then you can meet me back here and we will go to the diner together. I’m going to have the girls go out and look for some Nottie’s for you today before that whale from Delta picks them all up. “

“No, but-”

“Thank you! Love you!”

“Also her name is not Sam, It’s Soyeon.”

“Okay got it, toodleoo.”

Searching the house for the person and so called new girl, Sam you stumbled upon her sitting out on the back patio writing in her journal.

“Soyeon?”

“Oh, hey y/n.

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just so used to everyone calling me Sam I forget people know that it’s actually not.”

“Yeah, it took Heather a whole year to not call Suni, Sunny and everyone just kind of follows her suit.”

“I thought you had class? I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I do. It’s just a lecture on the importance of mammograms and breast cancer research so, I guess it’s okay. I can just find it somewhere online.”

“Ready to head out?”

“Would you hate me if we stopped at my dorm? I cannot wear this fucking sweater for more than an hour or I may spontaneously combust.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be seen with you in public while you’re wearing that.”

“I appreciate your honesty.”

“You should.”

Y/n and Soyeon escaped the general excitement of the rest of the girls by escaping out the outdoor gate and walked viciously together to change the heinous sweater on y/n’s back.

Turning the corner to finally reach the hall her single dorm room lived at the end of, she ran into a tall boy who’s books scattered all across the floor, a boy she had never once run into literally and physically.

“I'm so sorry.”

“No, no I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“You’re y/n right?”

“Yes? Why?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I live across the hall from you. I see your name tag on your door all the time and all the photos of you from all your friends. Which now that I’m talking makes me sound like even more of a weirdo? I’m sorry. I’m Seokmin, my friends call me DK or Dokyeom , whatever. And now I’m rambling, please stop me.”

“No, you’re okay. Can we at least just get off the floor now?”

“Yes.”

Seokmin or Dokyeom whatever his real name actually is, crawled off the floor and stuck his hand out to you for assistance pulling your pink colored body off the floor.

“This is my friend, Soyeon.”

“Sorority sisters?”

“Wait. How’d you know? Oh, fuck the sweater. Don’t tell anyone you saw me wearing this, I know where you live.”

“Don’t worry, I never will. But, sorry to uh, cut this meeting short I have to get to class. I’ll see you again, I’m sure. Bye, nice meeting you y/n. And you too, Soyeon.”

“Bye.”

In unison you and Soyeon watched the tall boy walk towards the elevators. Both of you have differing expressions of looks on your face, one of pure enjoyment watching the awkward interaction and one of pure dumbfoundedness.

“He’s cute.”

Soyeon brought you out of staring at the boy walking away and stepping into the elevator, throwing his fingers up waving goodbye while clutching his mounds of books in his hands.

“What?”

“I said he’s cute and he’s your neighbor. Lucky girl.”

“Oh. Yeah, I can’t believe I’ve never met him before.”

“Why don’t you ask him out?”

“We just met. Plus, I’m busy with school and now this stupid pageant. I don’t have time for cute boys.”

“I’m sure you can make it work.”

Unlocking your door and letting Soyeon in before you so you can sneak a peek at his front door in front of yours. Plain, just a few funny messages and cute stickers of tangerines and tigers pasted on his whiteboard. Maybe he already has a girlfriend? But a boy like that with that many books is probably much like you and had no time for dating.

“Wait. Y/N your room is so nice? Maybe I should move out of the house. It’s loud as fuck anyway.”

“Why are you in the sorority? I’m not judging because I was basically dragged into it too. I’m just curious?”

“My mom always wanted me to join. She said it’s a good way to find friends, I always had a hard time making them. So I figured why not?”

“Got it. Makes sense.”

“What about you? You also don’t serve sorority girl to me.”

“Because my mom also got me to join, that’s actually how I know Heather. Our moms were co-captains of the sorority at some point in the 80’s.”

“Oh, so you’ve known her your whole life?”

“Mhm.”

“No offense or anything, but she’s… kind of a bitch.”

“Kind of? It’s only gotten worse since she’s been in charge. She was okay when we were younger, but you know.”

Slipping out of your jeans and sweater, you threw on a black pair of pleated pants and a loose white button down.

“Also you have tattoos and a sick body, stop dressing like an old woman.”

“I could never pull off what you wear? You’re so cool and confident.”

“Promise me. One party this year you’ll let me pick out something to wear?”

“Okay.”

“You’re very trusting.”

“What? You’re going to make me wear a hot pink dress and try to dye my hair blonde too?”

“Hell no.”

“Exactly.”

Hours passed on as you were getting to know Soyeon more, a part of you realized what you had been missing meeting girls outside of your own circle at school.

People who share your interests and enjoy talking about things other than clothes, shoes, and boys.

It was actually the least stressed you’ve been around someone at the sorority in a long time. Almost like a breath of fresh air.

Getting out of the Uber you took filled to the brim with alcohol and snacks, you were back at the big White House at the end of the street. Not a flaw in sight. Almost like it wasn’t a real reality.

“Should we ditch the diner? We could always go see my friend play at the bar across campus instead?”

“I would love nothing more, but Heather will have my head shaved or something.”

“Okay, well when we ditch later we can head there.”

“It’s a date.”

“Ew, you’re so corny. Save it for your new lover boy across the hall.”

“Shut up.”

Soyeon and you laughed, dragging the last box up the stairs into the foyer of the house. Met with the blonde at the bottom of the stairs.

“There you guys are! I was going to send a search and rescue team to come for you if you didn’t show up soon.”

“We got a little distracted. Sorry.”

“No problem. You’re here now, Sam go up and get ready, I’ll help y/n from here.”

“Okay.”

Soyeon or Sam, picked her poison and shoved down Heather still calling her by the wrong name and walked up to her room to change and get ready for the rest of her night. While you were stuck unpacking the boxes.

“Y/n. Don’t forget to look out for the boys everyone brings tonight. We can pick one from the litter for your Nottie.”

“Look, Heather-“

“I know what you’re going to say and don’t even think about asking me if you can drop out of the pageant, okay?”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it or fair anymore, why don’t we just get the other frat guys to do it? Like Mingyu or Wonwoo, Johnny? I don’t know. I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

“You raise a good point. And it gives me an idea.”

“Which is?”

“We have the other frats competing too, we’ll get more payout and the three uglies will be more profitable than ever for us. You’re so smart.”

“That’s not wha-“

“Ah! I’m so lucky to have you. I’ll let everyone know.”

Heather bounced off into the other room, texting rapidly with her manicured hands on her cell phone, making the fire bigger.

With your head spinning around and around you don’t even remember walking your way to the diner waiting for the freshman girls to bring their guys along to the large table set for someone’s embarrassment.

Taking a seat near the end of the table next to Soyeon and Heather on your other side, you sat and sipped at the Diet Coke in front of you, feeling your mix of anxiety and angel swirling in your stomach and begging for something a little stronger.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Soyeon leaned over and whispered into your ear, seeing the look on your face and noticing your obvious quietness.

“I’ll tell you after.”

“Okay, if you want to go early, let me know.”

“I will”

Heather had her vulture eyes on, waiting to see which she would inevitably have embarrassed by the groups around you with no remorse.

She looked into your eyes and signaled to a cute shy boy across the table, sitting and picking at his nails, making it clear she had made her mark.

“Let me use the bathroom first okay?”

“Yeah, of course. You wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Right.”

Walking briskly into the old blue stalls in the bathroom, which you didn't even really have to use, but just needed an excuse to go somewhere and release your anxiety.

“Y/n? Hey. Y/n?”

Seeing Soyeon’s platform heels under the bottom of the stall door you jumped up and swung your head out of the blue metal.

“What?”

“Remember that guy you met today?”

“Yes, of course why?”

“He’s here.”

“Someone brought him?”

“No. He’s here with his two friends and Heather invited them to the table. One of them is that dude that’s friends with Mingyu with the that acts like a tiger, the hot nerdy one, and the other one is just some hot short buff guy, never seen him before. Anyway, We either have to get out of here right now or stay and hide in here until they're gone.” L

“Why don’t we just go-“

“No. I don’t want him to think you’re a bitch? Are you crazy? You can’t go dunking on nerds in front of three hot dudes?”

“Okay let’s go.”

As the two of you tried to make your exit from the ladies room you heard commotion outside in the dining room, so you both slipped back quickly into the bathroom, locking the door for some reason as you head the chairs scooting and the bell ringing meaning people were slipping out on one of the boys at the table.

“You think they're gone?”

“Yeah. I hear the sink running in the men’s room, come on.”

As you walked out of the bathroom in front of you Seokmin was sitting at the table covered in a turkey club sandwich looking at the long tab Heather left for him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Your ‘sisters’ dumped a sandwich on me and left the tab? Do you guys do this a lot?”

“It’s just some stupid shit Heather came up with when she became president. Me and y/n were hiding in the bathroom so we could come and pay the tab. But, you got to it first.”

“Right.”

Not saying anything and standing in your tracks cold, you watched as Soyeon took the check from his hands and waved you on to help him as she went up to pay.

“She dumped her food on you?”

“Yeah, my friends and I were just coming for takeout. I saw Soyeon so I went to say hi and she wanted to come get you. But the blonde girl,”

“Heather.”

“Yeah, Heather. She told me to sit down for a second and my friends went back to their dorm so they could keep studying and deliver food to some other guys. She was okay at first, but once Soyeon left she dumped her soda and sandwich on me and when I came back they were all gone.”

“I’m so sorry? Let me get you dry cleaning money or something.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I can handle it. I’m glad you two were here though, I don’t have my wallet on me. Are you okay though? Have you been crying?”

“I’m fine, just had a moment.”

The small black haired girl popped back over, tucking her card back into her wallet and smiling at the two of you sitting and talking with Seokmin covered in an orange beverage, a little bit of lettuce stuck in his hair.

“Want to come to a party?”

“If it’s at the sorority then sorry, no thanks.”

“No. It’s just some of my friends from the music department. They’re playing a show at O’Malley’s.”

“I don’t think orange soda is really a good look for a party.”

“That’s okay, y/n has to go change too. You guys just meet me there? I’m going to head out and get us a table.”

“Well I do owe you guys both a drink. So, sure.”

“Oh, and Seokmin?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure y/n actually comes back out, she’s hard to get her hands on.”

“Of course.”

Walking back to your somewhat shared dorm, you and Seokmin walked in silence past greek row, watching all the girls running around to get ready for a greeting ceremony to the frat houses as escorts to their party.

The boy looked at you up and down, imagining you inside one of those grand houses gossiping and dishing on sister life just trying to figure out why you joined in the first place, your friend included.

Reaching your destination with only smiles and small giggles shared between the two of you on the walk over, you both slid into your dorm rooms and found clothes that were far more suitable for a night out.

You noticed the black tank top Soyeon had pointed out before and slid it on, matching it with a pair of dark ripped jeans and your go-to loafers, sliding back into the hallway, finding Seokmin on the other side of the door waiting for you.

He was somehow on your wavelength wearing an oversized black t-shirt and jeans.

“I figured I should try to match Soyeon's aesthetic somehow.”

“Me too. You look nice, I like your shoes.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we?”

“Yes. I definitely need a drink.”

“So, y/n what is your drink of choice.”

“Anything strong and not sweet.”

“Oh, so not me then.”

“Shut up.”

Seokmin made you laugh, there was no way a boy like him was not taken or at least could be interested in you.

“Have you and Soyeon been friends for long? You guys seem close.”

“Actually, not really. We hung out for the first time today. I mean, I’ve seen her at parties and stuff, but she’s sort of been like a breath of fresh air for me.”

“Really? I’m surprised by that. Why are you in the sorority anyway? You don’t exactly have the same.. Vibe? Or whatever as the other girls. Especially the ones I met today.”

“My mom. The girl. Heather. Soda spiller, her mom and mine were friends when we were kids, they're legacy members. So I just thought it would be fun, but now.. I don’t feel that way.”

“Can’t you just quit?”

“I guess.”

“Why don’t you want to?”

“I guess I just want to be someone who sees things through. I also can’t offer Heather the satisfaction of knowing I left.”

“She really is that bad huh?”

“Worse. It’s a long story. Can we table it?”

“Of course.”

Reaching the door of the bar, you caught a glimpse of Soyeon’s shoulder tattoo near the stage, through the large crowd of people mingling.

“Go. I’ll order us drinks and meet you there?”

“You sure?”

“You said you needed it right?”

“What about your wallet?”

“Apple pay, y/n. Duh.”

“Your ID?”

“My friend is the bartender, just go.”

“So sassy.”

Walking your way through the crowd by pushing yourself through other bodies you finally reach the girl on the other side and wrap your arm around her waist as a hello.

“What the- Oh my god, you actually came? You look so hot. I’m proud.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine. Where’s the puppy?”

“At the bar grabbing drinks.”

“On the leash already? You’re good.”

“No. He’s just nice.”

“True. But, he also likes you.”

“I don’t think it’s like that, but maybe someday you’ll tell me I told you so.”

“I look forward to it. I saved you guys a table.”

“My girl.”

Soyeon gestured her long manicured fingers behind you, noticing the boy making his way with two glasses in his hands and another tall figure following behind him holding a tray with various things on top.

“Hi, Soyeon.”

“Hi, Keom. Thank you for joining us. Who’s the glasses?”

“My friend Wonwoo, he works here, well he just got off. Is it cool if he joins us?”

“Of course.”

“Nice to meet you, Wonwoo. I’m y/n.”

“Hey.”

“So. Since I didn’t get to ask Soyeon what she wanted and I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked. We brought over options. But, we have to finish them all because Wonwoo was nice enough to gift them to us and it’s unfair to not accept gifts.”

“Very charming.”

You made your second flirty comment of the night to Seokmin, even though your sober self normally isn’t entirely as bold as you find yourself being with him now. But, in all fairness you were just trying to catch his vibe. He didn’t respond verbally, but just scrunched his nose in your direction almost as if he was letting you know that he’s interested.

“First, a simple vodka soda, little lemon, then just a couple of beer options, this is a sour, this is just a simple light beer, and an ipa, which ew, but I think Wonwoo likes, some tequila shots and some lemon drop shots, also a whiskey soda and a jack and coke, and then a uh, gin and tonic i think? Right, Woo?”

“Yeah, maybe you should be the bartender, Seokmin.”

“I have other talents.”

All eight of your hands reach every which way around the table and end up with different drinks sat in front of them, you beelined for the vodka and the sour beer, Soyeon went for the whiskey soda and the tequila, Seokmin for the gin and tonic and light beer, and Wonwoo for the jack and coke and the ipa.

“Who wants what shot?”

Soyeon dipped her arm back to the middle of the table covering her eyes with her opposite hand, grabbing a hold of the small glasses very carefully and placing them around the small group.

“There. Decided for you, me and Wonwoo get tequila and you and Seokmin get lemon.”

Smiling widely at your friend next to you, you grabbed a hold of the shot glass and held it up signaling everyone to cheers. Which they all happily obliged.

Soon after the alcohol was going through your bloodstream the band started playing their music that hit you right in the chest, songs about living your life to the fullest and choosing your own path, much to your surprise Soyeon was the one who wrote the music that spoke to your soul.

After the set ended, Wonwoo and Soyeon wanted to stay back and have a few more drinks to congratulate their friends, and enjoy their night, but you were beat thinking about all the work you still had to do over the weekend and dreading the choice of man Heather would embarrass. So you decided to leave with Seokmin walking you back safely to your dorm.

“What are you studying again?”

“Me? Oh, I’m studying to be a veterinarian.”

“Wow really? That’s cool, I didn’t know. You must be busy as hell.”

“I’m sure you’re just as busy, being a doctor for actual humans is way more complicated considering a lot of them are assholes.”

“That’s unfortunately true. But, I love it to be honest. I can understand why people are afraid of the hospital and surgery I guess.”

“That’s good, maybe we should study together sometime? I know it’s not the same exact thing or whatever, but it’s nice to have company?”

“I would love that, tomorrow? I mean if you’re free. We can go to the coffee shop or library or anything really?”

“Yeah, just knock around 10?”

“Okay. Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow??”

“Yes, absolutely. Have a good night, y/n”

“You too, Seok.”

Trying to get comfortable in your bed, some pesky person kept lighting up your phone screen, reaching over to turn on do not disturb you and realized it was Heather. She was asking a bunch of interrogating questions about your new friend Seokmin, begging you to bring him over tomorrow.

Unfortunately for you, you knew her interest in him was about to make your new relationship a very complicated one.

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Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

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my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 4/5

Author’s Note: Hi! This part is more angst, I’m sorry. And I'm also sorry for the sad Foggy gif, but, it fits. Things will get better, though! Enjoy!

Summary: You finally wake up, but to devastating news.

Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, vague wound descriptions, recounting of the end of The Defenders, emotional damage, absent parents/friends

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 1,006

You can’t get over how heavy your eyes feel. You just want to keep them closed and go back to sleep. Why are you so tired? You weren’t even this tired after pulling all-nighters in college or even at the company. This is an entirely different kind of tired. And how are you so warm and cold at the same time? It’s like . . . wait, that’s beeping. You know that beeping. And paired with the steady awareness of the pain in your stomach, everything is coming back to you—the rooftop, ninjas fighting Matt and Elektra, the sword, the devastation on Matt’s face, and the tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Matt . . . you have to talk to him. 

When you open your eyes, you squint at the bright light from the fluorescent bulbs around you. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but, you find that you’re alone in a hospital room. There’s a small vase of flowers and a card, but not another soul around. Your parents must still be on the wellness retreat in Mallorca, and your friends . . . unless it’s a high-end gala with free booze, they haven’t stopped by. When you hear the door click open, your heart skips a beat as you recognize a familiar blond that you haven’t seen in a decade enter the room with a coffee in hand.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he smiles, his voice gentle. “It’s so good to see you, and it’s especially nice to see you awake.”

“Hi Foggy,” you greet, your voice scratchy and raspy from not using it, but not stopping the smile on your face. Foggy puts his coffee down and leans in for a warm hug before shuffling to pour you some water. He holds onto the little plastic cup with you, seemingly able to tell that you're not strong enough to keep a good grip on it after being out so long, letting you gulp at the liquid like a fish that needs its drink. “It’s been a long time.”

“Way too long.”

“You cut your hair.”

He gives you a slight smile as he puts down the cup. “You sound like my mom, albeit far less enthused.”

“It looks nice, but I feel the long hair suited you. But I’m glad you ditched that chin fur you had at Columbia, though.”

“Hey, that, the hair, and the beanie was a look,” he insists, making you chuckle. You quickly place your hand on your stomach, wincing at the wound that scars your body. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay.”

“How are you feeling?” His face is filled with worry, probably afraid that it was the wrong question—or a stupid one—to ask given the circumstances.

“Not great. Everything hurts, I’m still kind of tired, but, can you do me a favor?”

“Sure."

“I need to talk to Matt,” you breathe. “Something happened before I got hurt, and, well, I should really talk to him about it.”

“Oh.”

“Foggy, do you still stay in touch with him?”

“We, uh, we do.”

"Would you mind calling him for me, please?”

“(Y/N/N) . . .” He shifts in his seat and holds your hand. The expression on his face is one you’ve seen before.

Oh no.

“Foggy,” you start, begging with him as if you could change what he’s about to say.

“Maybe I should get a doctor, first, make sure—,” he says, starting to stand up, his hands on the arms of the chair.

“Foggy,” you repeat once more, your voice firm and terrified. It stops Foggy cold in his movement, nerves plastered all over his face. “Sit down.”

He lets out a breath and does as you ask, his eyes glassy as they meet yours.

“I really think I should get a doctor to check everything before we talk any more,” he whispers.

“I really don’t want you to. What I want—no, what I need is your honesty right now. For once in my life, I need someone to not lie to me. Where is Matt?”

“He . . . Matt died,” he says, his face scrunching in pain as he hangs his head. 

You feel your heart shatter as you lie in the hospital bed. “He what?”

“(Y/N)—.”

“He was fine on the roof, h-he was holding onto me—!”

“He didn’t die on the roof.” Foggy sighs, tears streaming down his face. “It’s a long story, and you’ve been unconscious for a while, but . . . A building went down with him in it. No bodies were recovered from the rubble.”

“H-H-How long?”

“It’s been a couple of months.”

“What?”

“(Y/N/N), I’m sorry.”

“No,” you breathe. “That’s not . . . This is all wrong. He can’t have died—I can’t have been out that long. Foggy, that couldn’t have happened.” You start to push your blankets off, trying to move out of the bed, but Foggy moves to keep you in. “It’s not possible, Foggy. Matt couldn’t have died. You're wrong, I'm sorry.”

“He hasn’t shown up since that night. No one has talked to him—.”

“He’s holed up in his apartment—!”

“—no one can find him.”

“You don’t understand, he can’t be dead. He has to have escaped—concussed somewhere, recuperating—Foggy, until there’s a body—.”

“It’s been two months since that night. (Y/N), he’s gone.”

“No! Matt wouldn’t do that! You’re wrong!”

“He’s gone, (Y/N)!” he shouts. “Matt’s dead.”

“No! Not Matt, not like that!” Uncontrollable tears fall from your eyes, screams of pure agony falling from your chest as your hearts breaks into smaller and smaller pieces, leaving your body with each tear that rolls down your cheeks. Foggy wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as you continue to weep. A rush if footsteps come in your room, and Foggy says something you can’t quite make out through your cries. But you know that even though the scars on your stomach will heal and the pain from the injury will eventually fade, the pain of knowing that Matt is gone forever will never leave you. “Not Matt . . .”

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[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 7

✘- Author's Note: Haha! Finally fucking posting Bloody Legend on a Friday. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘- Word Count: 3372

✘- Series Parts: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

✘- Story Contains: Mammon, Charlie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Lilith, Fizzarolli, Panic Attacks, Delusionist reader, Reader Back story, illness, hospital, and realization.

“ (Name) go find Alastor and tell him that dinner is ready! “ (Name’s) Mother Lana called out. Little (Name) looked back at their mother. “ We are playing hide and seek, I can’t find them. “ (Name) frowned. “ Well, find them quickly because I don’t want dinner to get cold. Lana stepped back into the house. (Name) huffed and looked around for Alastor, he was always good at this gaming. (Name) got frustrated and stood in the middle of the field. “ Alastor, my mom said dinner is ready so come out! “ (Name) crossed their arms but couldn’t see or hear Alastor. “ Fine! Don’t come out, I’m going to eat all the food and you won’t get any, even the cookies! “ While (Name) was yelling, something was sneaking up behind them. “ Boo! “ Alastor tackled (Name) who screamed, when they realized it was Alastor they glared. “ That’s not funny! “ (Name) tears up as Alastor laughed. “ I’m sorry it’s always funny to sneak up on someone, that’s why it’s always good to stay alert. You never know what could happen, you could end up dead. “ Alastor said, with a large smile. “ You’re weird. “ (Name) said, while taking Alastor’s hand as he pulled them up. “ Well you're my friend, so that also makes you weird. “ Alastor smiled as the two held hands walking back to the house. Alastor’s mother was good friends with (Name’s) mother. The two children always had playdates and stayed friends for a very long time. They went through good times and bad times. Neither judged each other. Especially when (Name) stayed the night at Alastor’s home because of a rain storm. When they saw Alastor killing a victim that was escaping from his basement. They helped Alastor bury the body outside in the rain. Alastor laughed as the rain covered his brown hair and glasses. “ (Name) you are quite the friend! “ Alastor patted the dirt. (Name) smiled. “ I would hate to see you go to jail and end up on death row, you should plant flowers here it would look beautiful and the bodies would help them look amazing. “ (Name) said, with a smirk. “ I’ll make sure to plan your favorites now, let's get out of the rain, I’ll make my mother’s jambalaya! “ Alastor said, as the two walked inside holding hands. The two had an unbreakable friendship. Both families were aware of the murders. (Name’s) mother was grateful that Alastor always brought the good meat. Alastor would come to the restaurant to see (Name) on the stage singing. He admired how his friend was up on stage singing or telling jokes. Alastor even did (Name) the honor of killing any creepy stalkers that tried to harm or kidnap (Name). The two always knew their friendship would never stop, especially until death. But (Name) was surprised when Alastor invited them over for dinner and asked them to marry. Alastor never seemed like the romantic type. “ I love you like a friend (Name) but who says friends can’t marry, marriage doesn’t have to be romance based. '' Alastor showed you the silver ring. “ There are many reasons people can get married without feeling sexually or romantically attracted to each other, so (Name) will you marry me? “ Alastor asked.

(Name) smiled and nodded their head, they wouldn’t mind marrying their best friend, it didn’t sound strange and besides (Name) never really found anyone who they fell for. “ Yes, Alastor, I’ll marry you. “ (Name) watched as Alastor slid the ring on your finger. “ Then until death do us apart (Name) “ Alastor pulled (Name) in for a hug, “ I promise to protect us both. “ He whispered. Now marriage life didn't change anything in (Name) and Alastor’s friendship. Everyone assumed that Alastor and (Name) were always the sweet happy couple with a beautiful garden. The couple who always made such delicious meat dishes. (Name) always curled up on the couch with a book to listen to Alastor on the radio. Everytime he mentioned the disappearances or murders. (Name) knew that he was trying not to laugh but (Name) was always grinning. Alastor adored how (Name) always knew how to get blood stains out of his clothes or out the floors. The only time (Name) killed people is when they tried to fight back and hurt Alastor. Alastor never worried if (Name) fell in love with someone or wanted to date someone; but he was protective. Sadly though (Name) couldn’t date or marry anyone. Since this was a small town, (Name) and Alastor are well known. The two of them had separate bedrooms, the only time the two shared a bed was for listening to music with Alastor or when he wanted to read to (Name). Everything was perfect; with (Name) and Alastor. That was until hunting season. Alastor had been looking forward to hunting season - he was prepared and promised that he would be back two days early. (Name) waited and waited but Alastor didn’t return until it was reported that he had passed away from an hunting accident that he was shot in the head. (Name) cried their heart out hearing how he passed away. They attended Alastor’s funeral and always visited his grave on Alastor’s birthday. (Name) lived for Alastor that was until a stalker followed home and killed them. (Name) found themself in Hell and reunited with Alastor, how the radio demon grinned at them and told them. “ I guess I'm wrong, not even death can separate us apart. “ Alastor smirked.

(Name) stopped looking at the picture and at Alastor. “ Of course, I remember how we met, you are still a weirdo. “ (Name) laughed. “ And you were my friend so that also makes you weird. “ Alastor said, laughing. The two of you were laughing up a storm. This caught Mammon’s attention and he looked over. This stirs up some emotion. He wanted to only make you laugh like that, and great it’s that fucking deer lord. “ Charlie, me and (Name) are gonna head to our room to freshen up. “ Mammon said, trying to keep his cool but he kept looking back at (Name) and Alastor. “ Of course, I made sure to give you both the best room, Nifty did an amazing job. “ Charlie said, gesturing towards the small woman who was dusting a lamp. “ I’ll show them to their room. “ Alastor said, walking up with (Name) . Mammon didn’t want to make a big scene in front of his niece so he knew that he would have to deal with this. “ Thank you. “ Mammon said, with a forceful smile. Mammon was going to grab (Name’s) hand but he looked down to see that Alastor already had a hold of (Name’s) hand. “ I don’t think that’s professional. “ Mammon said, trying to keep a smile on his face. Alastor laughed. “ You’re right, forgive me for wanting to just catch up with an old friend. “ Alastor said and let go of (Name’s) hand. Old friend? Mammon didn’t know what Alastor met by that, (Name) had never had any friends. Mammon would discuss this later with them, he took a hold of (Name’s) hand, Alastor decided to play a little game. “ I don’t think it’s professional for someone’s boss to hold their employees hand, someone could get the wrong idea~ “ Alastor stood there with a wide grin. Mammon glared and let go of (Name’s) hand. “ I’m just protective of them, because of creepy fans. “ Mammon said, stepping towards Alastor. “ Well, you don’t have to worry about creepy fans because this hotel has protection and Vaggie. Now let’s show you to your rooms. “ Rooms? “ Mammon followed behind Alastor. “ Yes, rooms, we gave you the royal suite your greediness and (Name) has the star suite, we thought it would be better. “ Alastor had his back turned to Mammon and (Name) but he had a mischievous smirk, he had to pull some strings to make this happen and he also wanted to catch up with (Name). Alastor stopped in front of the door. “ This is your room, Angel Dust should be bringing up your bags soon. “ Alastor said, as a large crash could be heard. “ What the fuck! “ Vaggie yelled. “ It’s not my fault the big green bastard brought a lot of shit. “ Angel said. A gentle smile played on (Name’s) lips but Mammon on the other hand was upset that he and (Name) wouldn’t be sharing a room. He tried to brush his fingers against (Name’s) only for (Name) to move their hand away and cupped her hands together. Alastor grinned from seeing that. The bags were finally brought up.

“Oh! Wow you’re that fucking clown bitch that juggles while singing and dances. I also love your dirty jokes, almost popped a lung when you told that joke about the cheap hooker, can I have your autograph. “ Angel asked, he stopped pushing the cart. “ That will be $200. “ Mammon said, stepping in between Angel and (Name). “ $200!? For a fucking autograph! “ Angel was in shock but what could you expect from the greed lord himself? “ Then you must not be a fan or love their work if you can’t pay for a bloody autograph from a bloody legend. “ Mammon said, adding a bit of sass into his tone. The word bloody legend didn’t make (Name) feel happy anymore it just made them feel sick, they hated that word. They looked away just wishing to go into their room. “ Fine, I’ll pay for the damn autograph. “ Angel pulled out his wallet angrily, going through it and handing the money to Mammon who quickly summoned one of your autographs but the picture looked old and a bit torn. “ This looks like shit! “ Angel said, holding up the picture to Mammon who only smirked. “ Then you can get a new one for the same price after (Name’s) show. “ Mammon laughed. Alastor watched Angel and Mammon engage in this fiery staring contest, only for him to notice that (Name) had their arms lazily hugging their body while looking tired and comfortable. “ Here, let me bring in your bags. “ Alastor said, snapping his fingers as (Name’s) bags began to float and their room door opened. “ Thank you. “ (Name) muttered softly and stepped inside the room while Angel and Mammon argued about prices. The door closed while (Name) sat down on the bed and closed their eyes, they felt a soft squeeze on their hands and opened it to see Alastor kneeling in front of them. “ Why do you work for him? I know you are tired. I can smell it on you and we've been friends for years so I know when you are exhausted (Name). “

Of course he knew when (Name) was exhausted. “ I really can’t quit… “ (Name’s) said lifting the side of their shirt to reveal the bruise marks from when Mammon squeezed them. Alastor’s eyes changed the sound of static filling the room. “ He did this to you…? “ Alastor stood up to leave the room. (Name) jumped up and quickly grabbed him by the wrist already knowing what he was going to do. “ Alastor! It’s fine, he was just being hard me l-like a good boss! “ (Name) said. They didn’t want to see Mammon and Alastor fight and possibly mess up Charlie’s hotel, they were also afraid of them both getting hurt, especially Alastor. “ (Name) this isn’t okay! And you know it isn’t the old (Name) wouldn’t have let someone put their hands on them. I remember you punching men in the face if they even dared to threaten you. Does your mother know about this? “ Alastor asked while cupping (Name’s) face. “ Of course not… I don’t want her to worry, I don’t even know why I showed you that was stupid of me. “ (Name) sighed softly. Alastor placed a kiss on (Name’s). “ No, dear, it’s good you told me, has he always been treating you like this? “ Alastor asked. “ No… not really, the last couple of days he was good to me and… we were getting close but it changed all of sudden he just became aggressive out of nowhere. “ (Name) looked down. Alastor scoffed. “ People don’t become aggressive out of nowhere, he’s always been like that, him and the other sins, have always been sick and twisted, it’s what they are. They show you what you want and then eventually show their true colors like humans. Mammon has you trapped in his web; slowly feeding off of you and when you are no more, he’ll move onto the next best thing. “ Alastor said. “ Stop it! “ (Name) said, with a glare. “ I’m sure it’s just the stress because of the grand opening. “ (Name) said. Another scoff came from Alastor. “ Stress isn’t an excuse to lash out on people, especially hurt them. “ (Name) you deserve so much better and I hope that one day you will see that you do, because I miss my friend. “ Alastor said, while he brushed his fingers against (Name’s) cheek and turned around. “ I won’t go after him, but please don’t let it get worse; if you do choose to leave his web, then remember I’m here for you. “ Alastor left the room, closing the door behind him.

(Name) stood there thinking about Alastor’s words. Were they really trapped in Mammon’s web? Was the Mammon who hurt them actually what his true colors are. (Name) shook their head not wanting to think about this anymore but it sits in their mind like a sickness. Everything ached, their mind and body in pain. They felt sick even throwing up wouldn’t help they didn’t feel comfortable in their own skin. They didn’t feel like this was their own skin. Feeling like a different person - couldn’t even recognize themself in the mirror. Would death be peaceful? Dreaming of a fresh new start or life. But a part of them cared for Mammon, but what did it matter if Mammon didn’t care for them? Haha, maybe Alastor was right? But he could also be wrong. Maybe (Name) could speak to Mammon and tell them how they feel, if Mammon actually cares about them. Yes, (Name) would just have to do it after the show and maybe Mammon won’t be so stressed or feel empty. (Name) sat down on the bed, they couldn’t wait till showtime and neither could Mammon.

When the hotel was finally packed with people who were invited to the grand opening. Mammon stood there eating some goat cheese balls off a platter. “ Mon, it’s good to see you again. “ A smooth voice of silk said. Mammon turned around his mouth stuffed with food, his eyes widened. He quickly swallowed and wiped his mouth. “ Lilith! It’s good to see you again, how you've been luv and where is Luci? “ Mammon said while pulling Lilith into a hug. She patted his back and smiled. “ I’ve been well and Lucifer is telling Charlie about his latest rubber duck collection. “ Lilith sighed and rolled her eyes. The two pulled away. “ I heard so much about (Name), you always post about them on your account, when do I get to meet them? “ Lilith asked while smirking. “ Very soon! They're going to put on a great show that you and Luci will love, better than that thing over there. “ Mammon said the last part quietly while secretly pointing to Fizzarolli who was laughing with Asmodeus and Verosika. Lilith chuckled and shook her head. “ No, dear, I mean as in when will you introduce me to them as your partner? “ Lilith asked. Mammon’s face almost turned red as the drink that Lilith had in her hand. “ W-We aren’t dating… I don’t like em like that “ Mammon said. Lilith tilted her head in confusion. “ Oh? But how you post about them, you seem so fond of them and I know love when I see it Mon. “ Lilith said and took a sip of her drink. Mammon didn’t know what to say but when he saw Lucifer walk up he was reviled. Maybe the topic could change. But before Mammon could say anything Lilith spoke up. “ Darling, Mon says he and (Name) aren’t dating and that he doesn’t like them that way. “ Lucifer placed a kiss on Lilith's cheek before looking at Mammon. “ Really? I thought you found the one especially how you post about them, you seem so fond of them. “ Lucifer said while raising an eyebrow. Lilith gasps. “ That’s what I said! “ Lilith said. Lucifer nuzzled his nose against Lilith's nose. “ Great minds think alike. “ Lucifer said. Mammon watched as Lucifer and Lilith were all lovey dovey. He wished he could have that, he wanted that… maybe after the show he could apologize and tell you how he truly feels. Yes he will do it. “ Well, Mammon when the two of you get together, let’s make it a double date. “ Lucifer said and gave Lilith a kiss before the two walked off.

Mammon stood there and smiled at the thought of a double date. (Name) was backstage sitting down in front of the vanity, a sigh escaping their lips as they thought about their performance hoping to impress everyone out there, especially Mammon. “ I don’t understand, why do you work for that sad sack of shit? “ A croak-like voice said. (Name) turned around to see Fizarolli, Mammon warned (Name) about Fizzarolli and how much of a diva he could be. “ Don’t call him that… “ (Name) frowned. “ What? It's true, I worked for him and he used me and tried to milk me for every pretty penny and now he’s doing the same to you. I can tell that you are panicking. You have dents in the palm of your hand probably from digging your nails into them. Not even the make-up can hide your tired look and don’t get me started on you look like you are on death's doorstep. “ Fizarolli stared (Name) up and down. “ You know you don’t need him for success, you can go and make your own, even if he tries to slander you. You’ll still have fans who will stick by your side like me. “ Fizzarolli said, trying to step closer but (Name) stepped back. “ I’m not you and you don’t me and you don’t know about Mammon… “ (Name) glared. Fizzarolli sighed and shook his head. “ Fine, don't say I didn’t warn you. “ Fizzarolli said, while the two looked at each other. This came to a stop when Charlie introduced (Name). “ I’m glad you could all make it to the opening of Hazbin Hotel, I really appreciate all the effort and love that was put into this. To start us off with some singing and jokes, please welcome (Name0! “ Charlie said excitedly. The crowd claps, (Name) walked out and looked out at the crowd. They spotted the sins sitting together in the booth in a VIP section, Mammon sitting next to Beelzebub and Belphegor. Then saw Alastor seated with Husk and Angel. (Name) felt the stage lights shining down, their skin felt like needles from being nervous. But they knew they could do this… for Mammon. (Name) began to sing stepping forward, Mammon grinned he always enjoyed (Name’s) singing and he hoped that the others would too. (Name) continued to sing, but the feeling of the needles got more painful, their stomach felt like a washing machine set on high - the room felt like it was spinning and the lights were so bright. They tried to keep their eyes open but before they knew it. (Name) collapsed on stage not hearing the gasps along with Mammon’s voice. “ (Name)! “ It felt like hours because it was hours.

(Name) finally fluttered open thinking they were on stage but they were not. They laid there in the hospital bed and heard the beeping of machines. They looked down to see themself covered in blankets. They groaned and looked at their arm to see the IV. They could feel the patches on their chest, (Name) became startled when the door opened. Alastor walked in with two cups of water and saw that (Name) was awake. “ (Name), you’re awake. How are you feeling? “ Alastor walked over to (Name’s) bed to help them sit up. Alastor handed them the water. (Name) took it and began drinking the water as they teared up. “ You were right Alastor… you were right.. “ (Name) said, looking at Alastor with tear filled eyes. “ You were right… “

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[whispering-ways]

•♡✿⁠ tulips and katsudon ✿♡•

✿ summary: you and izuku go on your first date after crushing on each other for quite some time

✿ pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

✿ tags: no warnings, just fluff! :)

✿ notes: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've not only posted to tumblr but also the first i've written in general, so any constructive criticism is appreciated <3 it's also on my AO3 (whisperingways)

You’re searching for your earrings when you hear a soft knock at your door. You turn your head toward the door before calling out, 'Just a minute! I’m just finishing up in here.' Upon opening the door, you see Izuku standing there with a bouquet of flowers, looking as cute as ever. He is practically red all over as he all but thrusts the bouquet into your hands.

'Th-Those are for you; I remember you mentioning that tulips were your favorite, a-and I know that your favorite color is pink, so I picked them up for you. I hope you like them!' Izuku says with a slight chuckle.

'Thank you so much! Come in real quick while I put these flowers in a vase,' you say, opening the door wider so that he can come in. He carefully brushes by you and stands near your door as you fill up the vase at your table. As you run the vase under the faucet, you become more excited for your first date with Izuku.

You’ve been classmates for three years now, and while you've been friends for a long time, it was only in the past year that you started to fall for him. It has been hard not to, honestly. He is one of the sweetest, kindest boys you've met, not to mention academically driven and passionately loving everything and everyone he cares about, including you. He has also filled out over the years. All those years of training have given him a lean build, but he still retains that same old boyish smile that you love.

What you didn’t know is how he adored you as well. Yes, he thought you were absolutely adorable and gorgeous, but he also loves your personality. He admires how hard you work towards improving your quirk, striving every day to be the best hero you can be. He appreciates how sweet you are, not just to him, but to everyone around you. You have this caring aura about you that makes you so likable. He thought someone like you would never like him back, so he was content being friends. So, to say he was surprised to find a little note from you asking him out would be an understatement.

And that leads us to this afternoon, the first date. You two decided to go to a nearby restaurant for lunch, a tiny mom-and-pop shop that you suggested solely for its signature dish: katsudon. You"d have to admit, things seemed a bit tense at first, but as the day went along, you two slowly fell into your usual comfort.

"Wow! This katsudon is amazing! I mean, I really hate to say it, but it might even be a little better than my mom"s, but only by a little bit," Izuku said.

"It definitely is really good. I"m glad I got the spicy one though. You know, that reminds me of when Katsuki made that super spicy ramen. Kaminari took a bite of it, and he seemed like he was going to explode or something. Poor guy just kept drinking more and more milk!" you said with the most harmonious laugh Izuku had ever heard.

You both kept reminiscing about memories from the dorms until it came time for the bill. Although you insisted on paying for your meal, Izuku paid for both of you, saying that his mother raised him to be more gentlemanly than that. As you walked back to the dorms, the conversation continued, and as you neared the dorms, it was clear that neither of you wanted the date to end just yet.

"So um... would you happen to be free for just a little while longer? It"s okay if you"re not, but I know there"s this art museum nearby that I heard might be a little interesting," Izuku asked, wringing his hands. "Admission is free and all, so don"t worry about fees, but would you like to come with me?"

"I"d absolutely love to, Izu!" you said, elated that the date didn"t have to end just yet. "Would you maybe like to hold hands while we walk there?" you asked nervously, wondering if it would be too much too soon.

Izuku lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes! I-I mean, yeah, that"d be nice. We can definitely hold hands," he said excitedly, offering his hand to you. You placed your hand on top of his, and you could have sworn you turned beet red. His hand nearly engulfed yours, and you loved the coarse feeling of it wrapping around yours. He interlaced your fingers together, and you both started the walk to the museum.

The museum was about a 15-minute walk from the dorms, making the stroll in the cool spring breeze absolutely lovely. Once you reached the museum, the receptionist informed you that they have a traveling exhibit about past heroes and art created with their quirks, which piqued both your and Izuku"s interest. You both looked at all the artwork pieces in awe while Izuku stood beside you, analyzing every piece, never letting go of your hand in the process. On the walk back, all you could talk about were the beautiful pieces of artwork.

"I think my favorite piece had to be those stone sculptures done by the creation quirk artist. I mean, it"s gotta be really useful to create all the tools you need at your disposal and definitely a great way to store things. What about you? What did you like the most?" you asked, looking into Izuku"s eyes, which seemed so much brighter than you last remember.

"I loved that one installation by the strength quirk user! I"m no artist myself, but it"s very creative to use that sort of magnified strength to create a huge installation, not to mention the use of her engineering background. Using both the background and her quirk to create an interactive, domino-effect-esque installation that allows all ages to enjoy the art was absolutely ingenious in my opinion. Plus, the use of colors was really- oh God, I"m rambling, aren"t I? I"m so sorry," he exclaimed, looking down towards the ground.

"Don"t worry, you weren"t rambling at all. I think it"s cute, honestly," you replied, sending Izuku into a tizzy.

"W-Well, I"m, uhh, glad you like it. You"re pretty cute yourself," he said, beet red, squeezing your hand.

You both kept talking about the exhibit until you reached the dorms, and Izuku walked you up to your room. "Thank you so much for this date, Izuku. It"s been nothing short of lovely, truly," you said, gently holding both his hands in one of yours, with a soft smile painting your face.

'Honestly, the pleasure was all mine. I never thought you’d actually ever want to go out on an actual date with me, so this has all been like a dream come true. In fact, I was going to ask... whether you’d be interested in possibly having another date sometime soon?' Izuku asked tentatively.

'Yes, I’d absolutely love that! Just text me the day and time you’d be free, and we can plan something out if that sounds good to you?'

'Perfect! Well, I guess this is goodbye then, huh? I’ll see you in class tomorrow?' he said, looking up at you with that boyish smile that you oh so adored. It’s clear that neither of you wants the date to end, but it's a school night, and you both prioritize having a full night’s rest.

'I guess so, Izu. I hope you have a nice evening, though. And again, thank you so much for making this day as lovely as you are!' you beamed. You thought about it momentarily and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before wishing him goodbye and closing your door, leaving him a blushing mess.

You slid down, back against your door, giggling like a schoolgirl at the kiss. Something about it just made your heart absolutely burst with giddiness. You were already daydreaming about what your next date was going to be like. There was no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

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[inkysqwuid]

“ The Day We Met ” (M)

chapter two - bittersweet goodbyes

Chapter two - next

story tags/warnings : ot8/reader, male reader, polymerous pack, possessive hints, mature series, bdsm, strangers to lovers/mates, fantasy, courting, fluff, angst, mc is just a sweetie pie, male omega reader, alpha!seonghwa, pack alpha!yunho, alpha!mingi, beta!hongjoong, beta!yeosang, omega!wooyoung, alpha!san, alpha!jongho, mean wooyoung, wooyoung hates reader?, reader is the same height as woozi from svt, 18+ only no minors

chapter warnings : fluff between felix/reader, jealous joong?, this chapter is just y/n settling in mostly, bdsm mention, collaring

length : idk - med (?)

a/n note : (heart divider by @cafekitsune)

Leaving home had to be one of the hardest thing y/n has ever had to do. Having to part ways from the packs pups lead to many tears and cuddles, as they didn’t want there ‘second mom’ to leave. There would be no more singing nursery rhymes and rocking a sleepy pup in his arms to sleep. No more making funny faces to make a pup laugh or convincing them to eating with little airplane motions. No more waking up to birds chirping to the sound wind-chimers blowing in the wind with his best-friend knocking as his door for a morning walk in the never ending field of flowers. Y/n, even though his heart felt like it was being stabbed knew this wasn’t the end of the world even though the packs pup were like his own children, but it sure did feel like it. The life before him held many opportunities whether good or bad he was finally ready, he had to be. Gripping onto his light blue suitcase y/n looked up at felix once more with love-filled teary eyes.

This was the part he wasn’t ready for, the bittersweet goodbye. When y/n met felix they had just presented, even though they were both omegas they had loved each other dearly but they weren’t mates. They had experienced everything with each other yet this is where y/n would have to learn to survive without his best friend. He knew he couldn’t depend on felix for the rest of his life, “please lixie..don’t leave me” y/n whimpered out in a wobbly tone, his breath erratic. “Who will i aggervate when im bored, or when i run out of chocolate!” Felix knew the omega would be like this. He would be lying if he said this would be easy for the both of them. Change is never easy for anyone with a fragile heart, but they had to be strong. They would see each other again he would make sure of it.

“You’ll be fine pup, plus i will be calling you every chance i get. You better not forget about me when your all coupled up with your new pack okay?” Letting out a hearty laugh felix wiped away y/n’s never ending tears, the chestnut haired omega always got emotional went it came to just about anything. It was then everything dawned on felix as he felt his own tears falling down his face. It was then everything dawned on felix as he felt his own tears falling down his face as he heard y/n beginning to sing his favorite nursery rhymes like he would do for the pups but now it was for felix.“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away..” Looking over one another's features for the millionth time felix gently caressed y/n's cheeks placing a passionate kiss on his lips, “i love you see you soon” y/n smiled through the tears before they parted ways entering their planes.

The betas had spent all morning cleaning up around the house along with a overly excited alpha seonghwa getting ready for hopefully their new pack member and omegan helper. It was safe to say that the pack was restless. Luckily the pack seemed to get a few hours asleep before being waken by yunho double check over everyone. “I dont see why everyones so excited, we are perfectly fine without some outsider who probably smells like some country whore” wooyoung gritted out as he brushed his teeth with a sleepy jongho who was getting dressed. Not everyone in the pack was happy with what was happening that being their beloved omega wooyoung. Although this wasn’t a surprise for the rest. Wooyoung was one of the most territorial in the pack while their pack alpha was the most possessive. Wooyoung couldn’t see how everyone was actually excited with having another omega, wasn’t he enough? Plus how would the new omega even fit in, he was the same height as woozi yet wooyoung didn’t find it cute as he did with his hyung.

Yunho went up to the omega embracing him from behind followed by gently nuzzling into his neck to scent him, “be nice it’s not as bad as you think? i though you wanted to be the head omega, you did say you wanted someone to take care of like we take care of you. We love you, i love you we are not replacing you. We all decided this together remember? We need this to go well, for everyones sake” the alpha hummed out trying to calm and reassure his annoyed mate. As the pack alpha, yunho understood where his mate was coming from and why he was acting this way. He knew wooyoung wasn’t actually upset but pent up in. The alpha was probably the most excited for having the chance at having someone to help balance the pack. Don’t get him wrong he loved his pack with his whole being but he always felt as if something was missing and he knew everyone else did too.

Fighting between the pack had gotten worse over time, with the uneven number of omega and alphas only made the fights more intense. Not to mention having a pack full of doms made ruts and heats harder on the betas especially yeosang. Wooyoung was more dominant than some other omegas in the industry were but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give up his control some times. He loved his alphas and had no problem dominating his betas in bed but everyone knew he wanted another omega too, yet he was stubborn and refused to let anyone near his pack.

“Lets go everyone! We have to be there by three o’ clock, manager-hyung said their already at the facility!!” hongjoong and yeosang’s voice rang out sweetly while rushing everyone out the door and into the van. Seonghwa beating everyone to the van took his place in the front, “do you think their a girl or a male? i doubt it will be a male meaning how they are almost rare to find but by the description i think their a male.”

“They said their from a secluded pack so im guessing a girl” mingi stated confidently before being shoved to scoot over by a cranky san. “Would yall shut up already?! God we better be stopping for coffee before we get there”

One thing about coming from a secluded pack in the woods to a big city wasn’t the big buildings and fancy hotels no no it was the amount of people. Not only was y/n’s hand shaking from being nervous he was also excited, so much that he happy scent began to feel almost suffocating in the small car for the company’s designated driver. The drive to the company building from the airport allowed him two hours to take a cat nap and mentally prepare himself for his new lifestyle. Being a omegan helper meant he was to act as the packs personal mate which meant he was there to offer them comfort, affection, scenting or anything the group particularly needs. They also help with heats or ruts which in this case he will as both partys gave their consent.

As the car pulled up to the company y/n hurried with gathering his hand held things such as his phone and shark plushie, before he went to get his suitcase from the trunk. Luckily, the worker assigned to him didn’t seem in a rush but only annoyed as he struggled for a bit. Y/n made sure to put on his best friends large hoodie for extra comfort in the car before the arrived or else he is positive he would have been scolded. “Welcome, i’m Kim, i will be guiding you to hopefully meet the pack who you will be joining to be their new omegan helper.” Y/n quickly bowing in respect before going to shake her hand only to be politely denied which made him slightly embarrassed. Choosing to brush it off he followed behind her to one of the empty rooms with a large two way mirror. It was as if y/n was in some foreign paradise. The building was gorgeous and unlike any back where he stayed but he would have to just get used to if he was going to be working for a famous group.

“Here you will wait and since they already know you scent from your application i will bring you a piece of their clothing for you to scent. If all is well you may enter through door beside the mirror whenever you are ready. Also you can see them but they cant see you so don’t worry everything is still anonymous.” she stated calmly before closing the door. Pulling out his phone he quickly texted felix that he had arrived to the building followed by a string of messages about the size of the building and how fancy looking it was.

Glancing around the room y/n rolled his suitcase to the two way mirror while clutching his plushie he stared at the mirror at the eight men starting to fill the room. “Oh my god” he whispered to himself in amazement it was like looking at god like men. It was then when he started to feel underdressed. Nibbling on his bottom lip y/n shifted in his spot beginning to think he was at the wrong place, “..maybe i should have worn something else.” Once attempting to fix his fluffy head of curly chestnut brown hair he sighed in defeat. Broken from his star-struck state the worker walked to him handing him a heavily scented hoodie but this time from the presumed pack alpha. Clutching the cloth he took a cautious whiff, peppermint, he identified almost instantly holding the hoodie close to himself feeling his heart begin to race it made him feel a sense of safety. “I’d like to meet them now if thats..okay” he stated softly with butterflies in his stomach. Nodding her head in relief Kim, his designated omegan worker, grabbed y/n’s suitcase and opened the connecting door while y/n stood behind her.

“I will be just outside the door if you need me” kim gently pulled y/n from behind her earning a betrayed look from the omega. Kim whispered to him a few encouraging words before exiting the room with a kind smile. Gripping onto his suitcase handle and hand held things which now included the pack alphas hoodie y/n inhaled a shaky breath. “I- hello im y/n l/n, its a nice to meet you all. I promise to do my best and help the pack” his voice wavering.

The silence that filled the room almost made the omega follow her yet the next thing that happened surprised him. Suddenly he was being embraced by a cheesing beta, “Oh my gosh you do smell good just like chocolate cake and oh god you’re so small!” hongjoong embraced the omega in a bear hug with a smile that could heal the world. Y/n felt like his heart was going to jump out his chest as he began purring softly. Yeosang joining in hugged y/n from behind. He could almost cry from the betas hug alone it felt like home.

“i told you they would be a girl!” screamed a proud alpha. “um im sorry? im a boy did i enter the..wrong room i was told to come in here if i accepted the scent on the hoodie” y/n questioned pointing at the cloth in his arms, he was almost embarrassed but by the woodsy-peppermint scent filling the room he was sure this was the one. Seonghwa tried to hide his laughter as mingi fell quiet his face slowly turning pink.

“Im sorry for that, hello y/n im Yunho also the packs alpha that was Mingi one of our alphas. Thank you for accepting us really, you dont know how long we were searching for a omegan helper that met our requirements. One that could well handle all of us” yunho spoke up from behind hongjoong who was still holding onto the omega.

“Joongie you have to let him go so we can finish introducing,” reluctantly the head beta let go only to be replaced by a smiley alpha. “Hi i’m Seonghwa another alpha that was hongjoong our lead beta, then theres yeosang a beta he’s a real sweet heart i promise, and this is jongho an alpha he’s also our maknae. Then there is san an alpha, and our precious omega wooyoung.”

Y/n stood in silence remembering each name, face, and scent. Yunho, pack alpha woodsy-peppermint, mingi - cinnamon, seonghwa - red wine, hongjoong- hazlenut, jongho - bonfire and smores, yeosang - honey and fresh flowers, san - freshly made coffee, wooyoung pack omega - vanilla. Suddenly when he was remembering the last one the omega scent seemed to turn slightly bitter as he made eye contact, did he do something wrong? Walking up to them he bowed respectfully maybe he should apologize yet when he went to speak he was cut off.

“You just got here and.. i cant stand you already” the packs omega gritted out before walking out the room pulling san with him. The packs head beta sighed acting like nothing happened while releasing calming pheromones. He knew the omega was upset but not then the way one would think so he wouldn’t mention it. It would take some time before wooyoung would actually get along and talk to their new pack member normally. Especially when y/n came in smelling like other unknown omega. “Come we already got your room ready i think you will love it, here let me get that for u” pulling y/n’s suitcase hongjoong led them to the van they originally came in. “Don’t mind him he didn’t mean what he said okay? He is just not in the best of moods today.” Yunho spoke softly not to scare y/n while gently placing his hand on the omega’s lower back to guide him out the door.

Walking into the packs penthouse y/n gasped as he toed off his shoes. This was nothing like at his old pack house, no it was more spacious not to mention expensive. There were no pups running around playing tag resulting in stuff being knocked over or any babies begging to be held. No field to go running through to make flower crowns. “Come ill show u to your room, me and sangie decorated it. We tried to make it seem like you were back at home but we didn’t know really how so we just kinda made it soft looking?” hongjoong said with a giggle setting the omegas luggage don’t on the floor. The beta couldn’t seem to stop himself from helping the omega. He was just so genuinely happy that he couldn’t help wanting to know everything y/n was willing to tell him. It had been a while since the pack had been interested in meeting someone new that would potentially become apart of their pack. “I can help you unpack if you’d like. Also if you don’t mind me asking, how was life back where you’re from i mean like in a secluded pack and all.”

Y/n listened to the beta ramble on. Hongjoong hadn’t left his side since they met back at the facility, even when they got into the van he insisted that y/n sat by him. Even now that they are at the packs house when the others went to the pack alphas den the beta stayed. “That would be great, and well it sure is different than being here i mean in the city and all not to mention a different country” y/n giggled he couldn’t help but be flustered by the other giving all of his attention to him. “Back at home me and lixie’s job was to watch over the packs pups while the parents did their own jobs within the pack. I loved my job the pups were like my own in a way, they would even call me momma at times” y/n smiled at the memories his scent becoming sweeter. “i would sing them to nusery rhymes and put them to sleep while lixie feed and played with them. Back at my old home there was lots of woods and spacious fields so me and lixie would go on picnics almost everyday.”

Hongjoong unpacked the omegas clothes while listening to him share his life stories, this was all new to him as none of his pack members ever lived in a secluded pack. Picking up one stack of folded clothes he paused. These didn’t smell like y/n, no these weren’t his. Why were someone else’s clothes with his? Jealousy ran through the betas body almost instantly. Why was he jealous already over someone he had just met him, yet he couldn’t help feeling jealous every time the omega mentioned his friend by their nickname. He felt as if the omega was already theirs. Now that he thought about it why was he wearing someone else’s hoodie.

“Oh here ill do those” y/n quickly suggested while picking up felix’s heavily scented clothes. Taking a deep breath before shoving half of the stack of clothes into the dresser leaving the other half on his bed to include in his nest. “Is everything okay? if you’re hungry i can cook something this is the last of my stuff here.” The smiling omega stood up dusting off his legs while watching the beta.

“oh no im fine i mean yes, yunho wants to have a meeting all of us tonight to make sure everything was covered on your application like the packs ruts and heat schedules. Also he wants to make sure the other more personal things are covered” fake smiling hongjoong joined y/n standing. Guiding y/n to the kitchen joong showed him where everything was before excusing himself. “If you need help with anything just call out”

Once he was by himself a call rang through his phone the name sending a bright smile to y/n’s face. “Lixie!! what took you so long to call me back?” the omega whined with a playful pout as he set up his phone to pull out the ingredients to make a small meal for the hungry beta making sure to include the rest as a thank you gift.

“Im sorry baby i had to get settled in first. How has my precious omega been hm? are they treating you well?” felix said while staring at the now busy y/n. “Are you about to cook?”

Reaching into the fridge he replied calmly, “Yes im making something small yet fulfilling. Its gonna be a thank you meal for them accepting me and all. Maybe ill even make your favorite cookies.” Exhaling y/n washed his hands to begin mixing the dough for the sugar cookies.

Felix shook his head knowing this wasn’t the only reason his best friend cooking and baking cookies,“what happened you only make my favorite cookies when something has happened, or do u miss me” felix said teasingly while making a kissy face to the camera making y/n roll his eyes.

“They are all nice really..and i just miss you a lot thats all. This is gonna be the first time i have to shower alone” he stated softly while cutting up some meat for the handmade ramen he was making for the pack. Y/n didn’t want to tell him how hurt he was when one of the packs members didn’t bother to hide how much he disliked him already. Not only that but how it was their omega who seem to be upset with him. He would have been fine if it wasn’t a fellow omega, omegas normally stayed together. “But i have your clothes to help build my nest with so ill be okay”

After a few hours of talking with felix, y/n reluctantly hung up the phone. Nibbling on his bottom lip he began wrapping up the small batch of cookies he made just for the other omega, “maybe he will like these too.” Placing the wrapped cookies on the counter he wrote a small note, for wooyoung-hyung only from y/n ending the note with a small heart. Y/n smiled to himself hiding the gift somewhere he knew the omega would find them.

Later that night in the living room sat the whole pack and y/n. Yunho holding a cheery yeosang in his lap with while the rest sat in a circle around them with y/n towards the middle. “As you may know, in our pack we are quite possessive with whats ours. Some more than others like joongie and woo, as you’ve see in the application process. There is a few packs like ours such as BTS, SF9, NCT and OnlyOneOf, but before we go further into that as pack alpha i would like to make sure that what you agreed to in your file is correct. In your file you said you are comfortable and consent to bdsm related things correct?” San wrapped his arms around wooyoung scenting him as his cat-like eyes made eye contact with y/n, he started whispering to the omega in his lap with a sly smirk.

“Yes i consented to it now in person and on file. I also agreed to helping with the packs needs, of any sort” breaking eye contact, y/n spoke confidently. Although his voice seem to come out softer than intended. Y/n was no stranger to such topics as he and felix often talked about it, they even went as far as trying it out them selves. This was how the omega found out his preferences, without a doubt he was a submissive. It was more than obvious that he preferred not being in control which was why yunho didn’t bother questioning y/n on such. Yeosang then slide off the alphas lap going to sit by his fellow beta who was becoming restless, “calm down baby he’ll be ours soon, go sit behind him. i’ll keep watch of the others.” Slowly sliding behind y/n hongjoong pulled the omega into his lap. Gliding his nose against his neck hongjoong glanced at wooyoung smirking. Keeping eye contact he continued to lightly scent the omega in his lap. The beta knew what he was doing, placing a short kisses on y/n’s scent glands, teasing the glaring omega across the room. Y/n leaned back into the betas chest as the smell of hazlenut washed over him. Letting out short breaths, y/n held back a whimper his face flustered as his eyes glossed over he mumbled out, “..please joongie.” The beta to chuckled before lightly shushing him.

Walking into packs nest Yunho grabbed a small jewelry box, glancing at the black velvet collar inside. The elegant looking collar had the groups name branded on the front followed by white lace, a small sliver bell in the front, and a keyhold in the back.

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[xmasterofmunsonx]

Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana. 🌶️

Pairing: harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: yooooo thank you for sticking it out with me. I’ve been very sick for the last few weeks and have had no energy to do anything except exist so here’s a nice little chapter for you all!!!!

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, weed, mentions of past abusive relationship, mention of body image issues, SMUT, fluff and lmk if I ever leave anything out!!

Word count: 7K+

IV.

Friday morning came too soon for your liking. Eddie was at work at the music store and your mom had begged you again to come help decorate. Charlie’s mom was busy on the other end of the banquet room as you were making the flower arrangements for the centerpieces.

“Need help?” Steve’s voice caught you off guard.

“No, just keep her away from me.” You motioned with your head towards your ex-future mother in law. “She’s been glaring at me since I got here.”

“Might have a bigger problem than her here soon. He’s here early.” Your stomach sank as Steve told you what you were dreading the most.

You heard a heavy door open and shut, and in walked Charlie… and Grace. Perfect. Maybe they could occupy each other. “I’m not leaving your side.” Steve assured you as he fiddled with some random flowers nervously.

“Fuck them.” You muttered underneath your breath. You looked up and checked out Charlie- he looked better than the last time you’d seen him. Of course, the last time you’d seen him he was shit faced drunk, high off cocaine, and at his lowest, so anything would look better than that. His jeans seemed to fit him better and- you shook your head, what the fuck were you doing staring at him?

“You okay?” Steve seemed to notice your staring as he nudged you with his shoulder.

“Yeah, fine. Just… weird.”

“I get it. First time I saw Nancy with Jonathan after was… uncomfortable.” You felt embarrassed for looking at him, someone who’d been so wrong to you in every way possible when you had someone so much better now. “Eddie said he’s coming by at 3, just so you know.”

You looked at the clock and it was almost lunch time.

“I’m gonna head out and grab lunch, you wanna come with me?” You brushed the leaf clippings that were sticking to your sweaty palms against your jeans and put the scissors down on the table.

“Nah, I’ll stick around here if you’ll bring me something back.” Steve handed you some cash and you took it and left.

Surprising Eddie at work had not been on your list of things to do since Steve had told you he was coming around 3, but it sounded much better than lunch by yourself and you wanted to waste as much time out as possible.

“Hey baby!” Eddie said, dropping the pile of records he was holding carefully onto the table beside him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hmmm, didn’t know if you could take a lunch with me. I’m all tuckered out from making floral arrangements for the high society members of Hawkins.” You joked as wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips, not caring about the few customers in the shop.

“You do smell like flowers.” He took a big whiff of your hair as he kissed your head and hugged you back.

“And you smell like Eddie.” You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent of weed, cigarettes, and just… him.

“Is that good or bad?” He asked you, smiling as he looked down.

“It’s good. Really good.” You watched as his smile widened and reached the crinkles in his eyes.

“Let me go tell Jeff I’m taking lunch for once, the van is out back. I’ll drive us.” You gave him a thumbs up and exited the store, immediately finding his car. “So what’s up?” He asked as he hopped into the drivers seat, “why are you really here? Couldn’t resist my looks, missed me so much?” He winked as he backed out of the parking spot.

“I mean all of that, but I also just wanted to get out of that banquet hall. Charlie and Grace showed up. I know their moms are all on the committee with my mom too, so I left Steve there, and I wanted to waste as much time as I could.”

Eddie gasped and clutched his chest, “Just waste some time with me?!”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Baby, I know you didn’t mean that.” Your stomach flipped at the nickname again. “I’m sorry he’s there. Did he speak to you? Do I need to go… what did Grace say? Snap his bones?”

“Remember, we’re supposed to be the well behaved ones.” You eyed him and watched his grip tighten on the wheel. “But no, as soon as they got there I left. It should be easier to avoid them tonight with more people there, and we can leave early too.”

Eddie nodded quietly to himself as his music played in the background. The song ended and he turned it down before he started to talk, “I just can’t believe that piece of shit could treat you so bad and have the fucking nerve to come to this stupid ass benefit, sorry, all the way from goddamn Chicago? After you got the cops involved there? As if that meant nothing. He’s just gonna prance around Hawkins untouched. I really hope he doesn’t cross me because I don’t know that I can trust myself.”

“Then you can’t come tonight, Eddie.” You said, putting your hand on his knee. He looked down at it, then back at the road.

“So you really don’t want to be seen with me, do you?”

“No, I-“

“No. I’ll stay home. You go have fun with all your friends.” You two pulled up at the restaurant to eat lunch, but you both sat there not moving, noticing the tense air between you two at Eddie’s quick mood change. “All your stupid old rich little high school friends you ‘hated.’ Dating me is probably part of a-”

You interrupted him, “Eddie Munson. Shut up. I want to be seen with you. I want you to go with me- you just cannot get into a fight at this dumb benefit, okay? That’s all I’m asking. No matter who’s there.”

“Sorry.” He looked like a hurt puppy apologizing to you. “I’m just nervous about tonight.”

“Steve and I set up the seating chart for the tables. It’s you, me, Robin, him, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan at ours. We’re gonna be fine. They’re on the opposite side of the hall and Hopper is seated to where he can keep his eyes on him at all times, okay?”

Eddie swallowed and nodded, “Can you stay with me the rest of the day? I don’t want you going back there without me.”

“I told Steve that I’d bring him lunch. We can do that together and then I’ll tell them I have to go home?” Your mom had to understand the seriousness of the situation.

Lunch went by quick, you ended up getting Eddie to lighten up and crack a few jokes eventually, and then you boxed up some pizza to take back to Steve. You both walked into the banquet hall together, Eddie clutching your hand as soon as you saw Charlie’s car was still there.

“Hey, here’s your pizza. Where’s mom?” You asked after quickly finding your brother.

“Hallway.” He said through a bite of pizza. Eddie stayed back to talk to Steve, spotting Charlie busy in the corner helping his mom and Grace with something.

“Hey mom. I’m really not comfortable being here with so few people and Charlie. Is it okay if I go home? I brought some leftover pizza if you need some food, Steve’s got it.”

You could see the judgement in her eyes over your lunch choice and she just smiled, “That’s fine. You’ve done enough. The flower arrangements look beautiful.” You smiled sweetly at her, then made your way back to the big room. You picked up your pace at the sound of yelling voices- all three you recognized. Except it was Eddie yelling your brother’s name.

Steve was on top of Charlie and Eddie was pulling him off as you walked in the door. Grace stood in horror as Charlie’s mom rushed up behind them.

“Maybe if your son would keep his mouth shut he wouldn’t get a broken nose!” Steve yelled as Eddie backed him away from Charlie who was clutching his bloody face.

“Maybe if your sister wasn’t the town whore with the freak then-”

“Town whore, Charlie? You sure that’s not Grace that you’re with?” You went to go lunge at Charlie, but felt two hands pulling you back. It was both your brother and Eddie. “What, he gets to punch him, but I can’t? He sure used to punch me.”

Charlie’s mom gasped behind him, “Don’t you dare spread lies about my son!”

“Lies? I’m so sorry. What verbiage would you prefer I use for how he hit me in Chicago? Would you like the copy of the police reports, or the pictures I had to take? Which ones would suit you better, because I can get both of them easily for you.” By now your mom had made it into the hall and was standing with her arms crossed.

“What did I-”

“It was him!” All 3 of you pointed to Charlie and backed away. Charlie’s mom and your mom stood speechless staring at one another as if they were waiting for the other to speak up.

“He called her-” Steve started but Eddie interrupted him.

“He doesn’t need to be here, or be around her. He’s not safe, and it’s not fair that he’s here.” Eddie stood firm, stepping in front of you and standing up to your mom.

“Not safe?” Charlie spoke up through his bloodied mouth and nose, “You’re one to talk, you fucking murderer.”

You watched in slow motion as Eddie lunged at Charlie, you saw Steve try to pull him back but Eddie pushed him away. Eddie grabbed Charlie by the collar of his shirt and spit in his face.

“You’re really original for that one, man. What else you gonna call me? The freak? Get the fuck out of here and take your girl with you.” He shoved him backwards with force and you watched as Charlie stumbled away, with Grace and his mom by his side.

Eddie huffed as he walked the opposite way to the doors leading to outside and you followed him, hearing Steve and your mom arguing already.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“What, defend you? Yes, I did.”

“You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble.”

“I want you to put a restraining order against him here in Hawkins so he can’t come near you.” Eddie lit a cigarette and took a huge hit off of it. “Hopper will take care of it. I don’t know how you put up with his bullshit for so long.”

“Me neither but I didn’t really have a choice, Eddie.” You kicked at a rock, watching it skip down the walkway.

“Uh, yeah you did. You could’ve fucking left.”

“It’s not that easy.” You shook your head at his lack of understanding.

“Sure was easy for you to leave me behind. And then leave town to go to Chicago.” He had you there. You had abandoned him once, and completely skipped town without missing a beat once you graduated high school. You watched as he continued to smoke his cigarette down to the filter, stubbing it out against the brick wall.

“Take me home.” You said, crossing your arms.

“No way am I letting you out of my sight.” He shook his head at you, his curls loosely flying awry.

“Eddie Munson, I want to go home. I’m not going tonight.”

“No, you’re coming with me and we’ll get ready at my house. Your dress is there.”

“I’m not going. I’ll go get Steve to take me home, then.” You were fuming as you turned on your feet and marched back into the building. Eddie had no idea what you’d been through- despite you telling him everything you could already, he clearly still had no idea how scary Charlie could be and why you couldn’t “just leave” him. You didn’t want to go tonight- Charlie attending or not, you were done with the whole fucking benefit. You were remembering why it was so easy to leave Hawkins in the first place.

Steve and your mom were going at it in the banquet hall- Steve’s hip was cocked to the side and he was running his hand through his hair constantly as he talked with his other hand- it was something you both did when you were deep in a conversation or argument.

“Can you take me home?” You interrupted them, not caring what your mom had to say.

“Gladly, let’s go.” Steve whipped his keys from his pocket as you both stormed out. Eddie tried stopping you on the way to your brother's car.

“Hey, where are you taking her?”

“Home. We’re both going home.” Steve answered for you as you tried to hold back angry tears.

“Oh, so you’re really not going tonight?”

“No man, leave her alone. It’s been a bad enough day as it is, just leave it be.” Steve held his hand up at Eddie’s chest as he tried to get closer to you. You turned and got in the passenger seat, focusing on the seatbelt as Steve rounded the car to get in the driver's seat. You looked up just in time to see Eddie getting in his van and speeding off almost as soon as his door slammed shut.

“Sorry.” You said, unsure of what you were sorry for. But you felt like it was all your fault. Hot tears started streaming down your face, you were quick to wipe them before they could fall any further.

“Nothing to be sorry about. He’s gotta simmer down on his own, and Charlie is a piece of shit. You should probably get a restraining order against him though in Hawkins, that was enough today to warrant one I’d say.”

“Yeah, Eddie said the same thing.” You sniffed, and felt Steve’s hand on your arm.

“He’ll be fine. Eddie’s been through a lot, we all have, and he doesn’t know how to manage his anger sometimes. It’s best if he just keeps to himself. I wouldn’t want him to say anything to you he’d regret later.” You silently nodded and wiped more tears away on the ride home, looking out the window to avoid looking at your brother.

A few hours went by and your mom came home to get ready for the event. She found you laid in your bed, you’d been crying on and off all day waiting for Eddie to at least maybe call, but after the second hour you’d given up on that.

“You don’t look very ready to go tonight.”

“I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.” She stood firm in your doorway, looking the most dressed up you’d seen her in a while.

“No, I’m not. I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions.”

“Then I’ll have to tell your date who’s waiting on you downstairs that you’re standing him up.” You lifted your head up to get a better look at your mom- she had your dress in her hands and was offering it to you. “He got here a little bit ago with Robin. Jim took care of Charlie, and you have 20 minutes to get yourself together.” You nodded at her and she placed the dress on your bed. You quietly thanked her and as she walked out of the room.

You were quick to wash your face, it was puffy from crying but you were able to fix it up with some cold water, and hide the redness with some makeup.

“Hey Robin! Can you come help me zip my dress?” You poked your head out of your room as you held your dress up on your body and waited. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned around to show your back to her, but the hands that grabbed at your zipper weren’t Robin’s. They were Eddie’s, you could feel the warmth of his rings against your back, and the tremble his hands had as he nervously zipped the back of the dress up on you, pushing a few stray hairs out of the way.

You turned to face him, and he looked at you with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“I’m really sorry for earlier today.” His hands reached out to your shoulders as he ran his thumbs in a calming manner over your soft skin. “I didn't want to-”

“Yeah, Steve told me.” You crossed your arms and brushed his hands away from you, “Let’s go before we’re late.” You tried walking out of your room, but Eddie tugged you back in.

“Heyyy.” He tried smiling at you, and you didn’t have one to return to him. “I mean it. I got extremely jealous of seeing Charlie and I let the worst of me get to me. What he said about you pissed me off. I got really mad and I say stupid shit when I’m really mad sometimes, and didn’t want to say something to you that would hurt you, okay?” You nodded, and he put his thumb on your chin to make you look at him. “I wanna have fun with you tonight, as stupid as this thing is, alright?”

“Thanks for apologizing.” You leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, but that wasn’t enough for him.

Eddie pulled you close to him with his hands on either side of your face, and you wrapped your arms around your neck, pushing your body weight against his and backing him up towards your bedroom door, causing it to slam shut. He flipped you two around so your back was to the door, and he planted his hands beside you, pinning you against it.

“Thought you didn’t wanna be late, baby?” His voice was thick with lust, a slow drawl that you rarely heard coming from his lips. “Steve left with Robin and your parents a few minutes ago anyway, we got the house to ourselves now.” You let out a whimper at the way Eddie was staring you down. “You’re so easy, you know that?”

You blushed as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “No I’m not.” You faked confidence as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You practically just whined at me.” His thumb traced the outline of your jaw, “and you’re leaning into my touch. I can feel how badly you want me.” He leaned against you more, forcing his thigh between your legs and you moaned at the friction. You two lunged back at each other hungrily, messily kissing each other and grabbing at each other wherever you could. You caught your hips looking for some more friction and you felt the smirk forming on his face as you could also feel him growing harder in his pants.

“Told you that you were easy. Let’s go before we’re late.” He reached behind you, withdrew his leg, and twisted the door handle to leave your bedroom. “We can finish later tonight, yeah?” He placed a hot kiss below your earlobe, nipping at your neck, and you whined at the loss of contact.

The benefit was as boring as you imagined, but the free wine and beer were enough to keep all of you there for a few hours. Jonathan and Nancy had a stomach bug so they were missing from your table.

Your mom showed you off to some of her friends, and you had to introduce Eddie yourself to them- you knew most of them knew who he was, but you were proud of him and wanted to make sure they knew you two were there together. After you and Robin returned from a bathroom break full of drunk giggles, you sat down in the seat beside Eddie.

“Hi.” You looked at him with a grin.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He gazed back at you, matching your grin. He wasn’t drinking tonight, but you knew he’d been sneaking out to smoke some by the glaze in his eyes.

“Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?” You smoothed down a flyaway curl away from around his face and he blushed at your comment.

“You have, and you look beautiful tonight, my dear.” He leaned in to peck you on the lips.

“We gotta stay through my parents' speech, then we can leave.” You told him, this was always the part you hated the most because you and Steve always had to go stand on stage with them. When you were younger you used to always get fussed at on the way home for the way you “misbehaved” on stage, but it was always Steve who was the one poking you or pulling your hair making you two get into a cat fight.

You were shocked at how the night had stayed uneventful- Charlie’s mom kept to herself at her table with empty seats around her since her son and Grace were absent, but you didn’t miss the glances she was shooting at you constantly. Anytime she would, you would just scoot a little closer to Eddie and hold his hand, or peck him on the cheek. Sure, you were putting on a little bit of a show, but the wine was partly to blame for that- it turned you into way more of a flirt than you usually were.

You watched as your dad approached your table, motioning for you and Steve to get up to follow him.

“Here we go, former Hawkins Queen.” He said in a sing-song voice and you rolled your eyes.

“After you, King Steve.” You joked back at him as you were both letting the laughter fly between the two of you.

Your mom started the speech off the same, welcoming everyone and thanking them for their generosity to the community especially after having to rebuild the town this year. You glanced around at all of the made up faces and fake smiles and found one of the only genuine ones in the room- Eddie’s. He was beaming at you with his chin resting on his hand, and he waved at you with a wiggle of his fingers- to which you waved right back. Steve elbowed you in the ribs and you dramatically said “Ow!”

“Sh!” Your dad spoke back at the two of you.

You pinched Steve’s arm, to which he hissed back. Neither of you were paying attention to your parents, but it was fun to act like kids again knowing that you were still rebelling against their wishes for your behavior.

“Bar right after this?” Steve leaned into you with his eyebrows raised, and you nodded quickly.

“Sounds like way more fun than being stuck here with all of these boring losers.” You said a little too loud, and your mom turned back to look at you with a scowl on her face. You quietly apologized and looked out to see Eddie, Robin, Joyce and Hopper all holding back laughter- they must’ve heard you over the microphone.

Five minutes later and your mom was done talking, and you and Steve raced down the stage stairs to get back to your table. Your parents were much more pretentious in the way they exited the stage, waving and stopping to talk to folks as they made their way back to their table.

“C’mon, we’re going out.” You grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him up out of his seat as you chugged the rest of your wine glass, and Steve and Robin followed you two out. Once the breeze of fresh air hit your face you felt better immediately. You hated the uncomfortable atmosphere of the benefit, and you couldn’t get out of there quick enough. Eddie led you three back to his van where you all piled in and drove to a different dive bar on the edge of Hawkins.

You four stood out like a sore thumb in your attire, despite both boys ditching their ties. Eddie had unbuttoned a few of his buttons on his shirt to reveal his necklaces, and passed his jacket on to you because the night had gotten rather chilly.

“You seem to have a bad habit of forgetting your jackets.” He commented as you sat down at a booth.

“You seem to not have a problem letting me always wear your jackets.” You winked as you tugged it tightly to your body. His heavy hand fell to your thigh where he gave it a squeeze, and let it rest there as the four of you picked up conversation about how boring tonight was.

“I’d rather it be boring than the alternative of what we were anticipating happening.” Steve spoke over his beer glass across the table from you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Robin had switched to beer too, the sketchy bar not offering any wine. “But how great would it have been for Charlie to have gotten arrested tonight? In front of all of those people.”

“I don’t even want to talk about him. I’m having too much fun.” You fretted, and she apologized for bringing him up.

Eddie quickly changed the subject, “You guys coming to the show tomorrow night?”

Steve and Robin shook their heads, “No, we’re both on closing shift for being off tonight.” Steve answered for both of them and you didn’t miss the way Eddie’s face flashed disappointment before he donned a small smile saying it was okay.

You sat there looking at the three of them interacting, never thinking that you’d be here of all places a few years after graduation, with Eddie’s hand on your leg. You never thought your brother would be best friends with Robin Buckley, or even slightly friends with Eddie Munson- much less how close the two of them were. You wanted to hear more about their stories of the Upside Down, because whatever had happened had bonded them so deeply that even though their conversation was unrelated to it, you felt a little out of place listening in by the way they were all getting along so well.

You sipped your drink and got into your thoughts about tonight and how differently it could’ve gone, how different things would’ve been a year ago. You would’ve maybe been back with Charlie, had to go back to his parents house after where he would pass out from drinking too much, or forced you into doing something you didn’t want to do. And now you were here with your brother, his best friend, and your old best friend who was now your boyfriend. All in the matter of a few weeks. Hawkins was your home after all, and tonight made it feel a little more like normal.

“You good?” You noticed Robin and Steve had gotten up, and left you and Eddie at the booth by yourselves. “You’re being awfully quiet, Harrington.”

“Yeah, just a little bit drunk and thinking a little too much.” Your eyelids batted at Eddie who was endearingly searching your face for any sign of any other thought.

“Whatchya thinkin’ about?” He propped his head on his hand as he turned to look at you.

“Just… how close the three of you are, and how I feel a little left out. And how weird it is to be back here, with you, and how quick it all seems.”

“We don’t have to move fast.”

“I don’t think we are, I just feel like I’m intruding on something. You three are fine talking amongst yourselves, I just was… admiring the friendships you have. How… unexpected…? they are.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Eddie.” You placed your hand on his leg and squeezed it, his hand falling over top of yours and guiding it higher up his thigh to where you could feel his dick getting hard.

“I’m high, and horny, and the way you’ve been staring at me for the last five minutes has me ready to take you in the bathroom right here and now. So unless you want me to go rub one out in the bathroom myself- which, I wouldn’t mind- then please come join me while your brother and Robin are getting more drinks and are hitting on the bartenders.” You glanced over his shoulder to where, sure enough, the two were distracted by the girls working behind the bar. You pushed Eddie out of the booth and all but ran to the hallway of single stall bathrooms. You picked the last one on the hall, and said a quiet thank you that there was a working lock on the door.

“Your tits look amazing in this dress, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all night.” Eddie’s greedy hands grabbed at your side as he worked his way up to your chest, massaging your breasts through the satin material. You couldn’t wear a bra with the straps of the dress so you had opted to go without, and his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, making them go hard against the cool, silky fabric. Your body arched into his as he was kissing across the expanse of your throat, you were sure he’d be leaving marks that would appear in the morning, but you didn’t care about that right now because everything felt so good.

You tugged him into you so you could feel more of his body against yours, and you kissed him hard the second he took his mouth off of your neck. The kiss was sloppy- you were drunk, and he was high, and the two of you wanted each other so badly that neither of you cared about the messiness of the kiss- you just knew you needed him right now.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked you in that low voice again as he pushed your foreheads together, both of you panting, “Or do you not know again?” He mocked, you knew he didn’t mean it, and his confidence was getting you going even more.

“What do you want?” You turned the question on him and watched as his head flew back as you grabbed at his hard length through his black pants. “You want that, yeah? You want me on my knees for you?”

His hands left your body as he ran his fingers over his face, and through his hair, and desperately panted out, “Fuck yes, baby.”

You undid his belt with his dark eyes on you, and he guided you down with his hand on top of your head as you sunk to the floor of the bathroom. He was pumping his thick cock with his other hand as you were at eye level with it, it’s size intimidating you, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. His hand pushed your head forward and you opened your mouth with your tongue splayed out and he let out a moan of pleasure as your tongue made contact with the underside of his cock.

“Oh, that feels so good.” He said as you bobbed your head on his cock, adding a hand to pump him into your mouth as the other hand dug into his thigh to help steady yourself. “Fuck, you wanted this all night too, didn’t you? I wanted to see you on your knees in that bathroom at the dumb fucking banquet but this is so much better.” You looked up at him through your lashes and realized what a goner he was for you.

You moaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, and you popped yourself off of him and kept pumping him with your hand, “Town freak with the town slut? What a pair we would’ve been.” You felt his hands back in your hair as he pushed your mouth back down onto his cock, and he pulled you off sloppily, drool stringing from your mouth to his tip.

“Get up before I blow this load into your mouth, I don’t wanna waste it.” He slowly pumped his dick as he watched you stand up, his head tilted in a cocky manner, “turn around and stick your ass out, Harrington.” He guided you to the tile of the bathroom wall where you obeyed. His hands were quick to pull your dress up over your hips, and he slid your thong to the side, “So fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you. I bet this is the shit you love, isn’t it?” You didn’t know what to say as you felt his fingers feel your wet cunt, you were practically dripping already from excitement. “Hawkins High School queen, getting fucked by me in the bathroom of a bar.” With no warning, the tip of his dick replaced his fingers as he shoved himself into your pussy.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You hissed, it almost hurt because he was so wide, and you were so tight. He stilled for a second.

“Sorry, baby, I got a little eager, you okay?” He pulled your sweaty hair back and tucked it behind your ear again. “Tell me when.” He kissed your cheek as he rocked slowly to let you adjust to his size.

“I-I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hands gripped onto your hips as he stayed at a slow pace. “You don’t sound good.”

“I’m too good, you feel so good.” Your forehead met the cold tile as you closed your eyes in bliss at the feeling of being so full.

“There’s my girl.” He said into your ear as he thrusted up into you, your moaning and panting matching each others. His hand snaked around the front of you and started rubbing circles into your clit, “want you to cum on my cock, baby, okay?” You nodded because it was all you could do with how good you felt. Your knees started to feel weak as he picked up the pace of his thrusts into you, and you quickly came undone as he went faster and faster, eventually spilling into you with a few final fucks. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stayed inside of you, “Fuck. Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Your head shot back to look at him.

“I can’t believe we missed out on years of this. You felt so good, was everything okay?” He nuzzled into your back as he slowly pulled out of you and you jumped a little at how overly sensitive you were feeling.

“Yeah, it was perfect.” You readjusted your underwear and turned to face him. “You were perfect.”

You kissed him on the lips and he kissed back softly, “Sorry I get a little uh, chatty.” His cheeks were blushing pink and you leaned in and kissed one of them.

“I expected nothing different.” You giggled as you fixed his hair, the post sex-bliss fading away quickly as you realized what you had just done, and where you had done it. “I’ve uh, never… done anything like that before.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Eddie buckled up his belt and helped you smooth your hair and dress down, “but I wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime.”

You grabbed his hand after you checked yourselves out in the mirror and headed back to the table where Robin and Steve had just sat down.

“We don’t need to know.” Robin held her hands up.

“Sorry, I got sick from all the wine. I was going to grab you, but I didn’t wanna take you away from a potential date.”

“Damnit, I lost my money!” Robin slid a $10 bill over to Steve.

“Told you, she can’t hold her wine. I had too many wine calls from Chicago that ended in her throwing up to think differently. Plus, those bathrooms are disgusting.” Steve spoke and slid you a glass of water, with which you hid your blushed cheeks behind while Eddie pulled you into his side with a squeeze.

You all finished a round of water before piling back into Eddie’s van, and he drove Steve and Robin back to her house. You leaned your head on Eddie as he drove the way back to his house, and took a deep sigh.

“You okay? A little worried you might actually get sick now, sweetheart.”

“I’m perfectly fine now. Really good actually. Just tired and ready for bed.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’m ready for round two.” Eddie had his eyebrows raised and you shook your head.

“No way, I’m exhausted. And don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Yes, moooom. I’m just kidding by the way. Unless you wanted to, ‘cause that was really good.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and closed your eyes as the rumbling of the van relaxed you the rest of the way back.

“I’m gonna stay out and smoke one before heading in. You can pick whatever you want to wear to bed from my drawer.” Eddie lit a cigarette and you scurried inside, but not before you asked him to unzip the back of his dress where his fingers lingered a little too long.

You picked one of his old Hellfire shirts and a pair of boxers, and took them to the bathroom to get changed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you climbed into his empty bed and waited for him. It must have been a long time, because next thing you knew he was sneaking into the bed with you with just his boxers on, you had already fallen asleep.

“What took you so long?” You groaned out as your hangover was already starting.

“Had to finish writing something. Didn’t wanna wake you up so I went to the living room.”

“What time is it?” You scratched your head and looked around for a clock.

“Uh, like, four in the morning.”

“Eddie, you need sleep.”

“That’s why I’m here.” He said as he pulled the covers over you two and tucked you into his side. “Goodnight, my girl.”

“‘Night.” You muttered as you yawned and drifted back off to sleep.

-

“Eddie, wake up. Wake up!” You shook a sleeping Eddie who was drenched in sweat and yelling out in his sleep.

“What?!” He sat up abruptly and looked around his room. “Fuck.” He put his head in his hands and pulled at the roots of his hair, “fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shit!”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You placed a hand on his back, and rubbed it to comfort him but he hissed at the contact and leaned away. “Eddie?” You reached out again with a more gentle touch and felt the scars that lined his back. “You okay?”

He shook his head no, and you sat up, pulling him into a hug. He let you, and collapsed into your arms into the hug.

“Bad dream. Bad fucking nightmare.” He muttered to himself and you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“What?”

“I said, I had a really shitty dream and I haven’t had one in a long time. I need to go smoke.” He pushed off the bed and stormed out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You sat there, stunned at his sudden mood change again. You waited a few minutes before you got out of bed and crept into the living room. You saw the telephone cord stretched out to the back porch from the kitchen, and saw Eddie propped against the railing talking on the phone and… laughing?

“Eddie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I’m gonna go. Thanks for talking with me. Buh-bye.” He hung the phone up and finished his cigarette, and embraced you in a hug. You carefully put your arms around him and he let you this time, and you soothingly rubbed his back.

“I’m worried about you and your mood swings, Eddie.”

“Sorry. I just had this dream that you were in the upside down with us, and I couldn’t get you away from vecna, and you were caught-”

“Who?” You quirked your eyebrow at him, hoping for some sort of explanation. “Like, vecna from-”

“Yeah, except way worse. And real. Like really fucking real. And my scars hurt everytime I have these nightmares and they fuck me up for days at a time, and I have to call Steve or someone and-” he stopped his rambling as soon as he realized he was telling you about the past. “Sorry I didn’t mean to talk about it too much.”

“Hey, I’m here for you.” You pulled out of the hug and placed your hands on his soft cheeks that were scattered with patches of facial hair. “You can talk to me too. I know Steve was there, but I’m here now.”

“But you weren’t there.”

“But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I mean it.” You kissed his forehead and watched as he melted into another hug of yours. This time it felt like you were holding him. “Eddie, are you- are you popping a boner right now?” You pulled back from the hug and saw his underwear starting to tent up.

“Sorry, but you’re a beautiful woman hugging me braless in one of my Hellfire shirts. Yes, you’re making me hard.” He blushed at his answer before he squeezed your ass. “Now get inside before I bend you over the porch, it’s time for round two.”

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[arminsumi]

FLEUR

Oneshot | Eren | ♪

Eren works as a florist at his mom's flower shop, and just next to it is his dad's clinic. After your check ups, you browse the flowers. Eren always glances over at you longingly.

But he never manages to work up the courage to talk to you, and it always gets him down.

⚠️Cws; fluff, light angst

Notes; black!fem!reader

"Ah, Eren." Armin sighed pitifully at his friend.

Eren lowered his chin onto his forearm, and let his gloomy eyes flutter closed.

"You really need to do something about this." Armin said.

You had yet again come into the store, bought a bouquet, and vanished from sight. All Eren managed to say to you were simplicities, hello how are you that will be $6.99 thank you see you again.

Eren sighed heavily and rubbed the tension out of his face with his hands. "She'll come by for another checkup at some point again; I promise to really talk to her then."

"Uh-uh! You said that last time!" Armin shook his head.

"Well, this time I really mean it."

"You also said that last time."

Eren let his head fall back and groaned. He always became lethargic at the end of a long working day, especially when this happened.

His mom descended the stairs from the upstairs apartment. She didn't need to even ask what had gotten Eren in this mood, it was all too familiar.

"Eren?" She called out, but he closed his eyes and rested his jaw heavily in his palm.

"Yeah?" He mumbled lamely.

"Get off work early for today, okay? You two go out and stretch your legs, take your mind of things." She spoke gently.

She sighed and turned to Armin after Eren was unresponsive, "Armin, take this poor boy out somewhere nice." She asked.

"Yes ma'am." Armin clapped his hands together, "Eren, let's go, come on." Armin encouraged, and tried to move Eren by his arm, but he wouldn't budge.

He let out a throaty groan, like he was in pain at the sight of embarrassing memories in his mind. There they were, projecting onto his eyelids like a movie.

At that point he was being so dramatic that it became comical.

Armin laughed, and tried to move him again, "Come on, big boy, we'll go get some food and bitch about life, how does that sound?"

He gave Eren another encouraging tug on his arm, "Come on! Move, move, soldier!" He shook him playfully.

"Alright." Eren sighed heavily, and finally moved. Though, he moved as if his whole body was made of lead.

They exited the flower shop together and headed out onto the sidewalk. The winter sun gave the street a sharp, crisp quality.

Eren had such a heavy mood all around him, so Armin tried to be funny to make him feel better. But all of Armin's work didn't pay off because Eren's gloom was stubborn.

"Wanna get some takeout?" Eren suggested lamely.

"Eren, you've had takeout every day for almost a week now." Armin looked over at him pitifully, "Let's get something good to eat, okay? My treat."

"Alright, fine then." Eren agreed.

They ambled down the street, talking while window shopping down the block.

During midday time in the city, it felt like a beehive. The incessant rumbling and buzzing of cars, the unnecessary hooting, the sighs of braking buses rolling to a standstill at the gleaming red stoplights.

Even babies were crying somewhere in the distance. It felt like New York. No, it was worse than New York. A city like this was a nightmare.

Still, it's home. And Eren felt happy to live in the same city as someone like you, even if he only ever got to see you and not talk to you.

If there were god above, then they took great pity on Eren that day, and cast a spell of luck over him and you. In this beehive rush at midday, Armin and Eren wound up at a secluded restaurant.

It was one of those restaurants that the eye easily skips over unless you're really hungry. The only reason you visited there was because your mom and grandmother ran it together.

It had been some time since you'd been to visit, though, so really... this was a truly lucky day.

The doorbell chimed, it sounded rusty, and Eren entered with Armin at his side. The latter scanned his environment with bright eyes, but his best friend didn't have even a trace of light in his gaze.

That is, until he caught a glimpse of your hair from behind.

"Armin, three o'clock." Eren whispered into his ear.

"I saw, I saw." Armin nodded, noticing you an instant after Eren did. He had a lopsided grin on his face.

You were cheerily talking to your mom, by chance, about the boy who works at the florist's down the block.

"Sounds like a match." Your mom teased, "Why not talk to him?"

You shrugged, "He doesn't seem to be interested. I mean, otherwise, wouldn't he have talked to me by now? I always visit after checkups, you know, like I said."

Eren and Armin took a seat by the window near the entrance. A soft light filled the restaurant. Each time Eren took a glance at you, he felt like he was laying eyes on an angel.

"Eren, go on." Armin encouraged, "This is prime time to introduce yourself."

Eren pursed his lips, folded his arms on the table, and shook his head slowly.

"Come on, if you don't do something, I will."

"Don't even think about it." Eren snapped.

Armin leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh. His best friend was always stubborn like this.

When your mom came around to take their orders, Armin asked her where the bathroom was. Eren didn't pay much attention, but his friend was brewing a little plan to help him out.

Very smoothly and swiftly, Armin weaved through the tables, went to the bathroom to fix his hair and practice what he would do, and then emerged confidently.

Eren looked over and saw Armin talking to you. At first he felt this confused jealousy, but then watched as you laughed and rose from your lonesome table and walked over to the table he was sat at.

It was all quick, and before Eren could stutter out a confused hello, Armin introduced the two of you.

He did it with a smirk, "This is Eren. Oh, Eren, hope you don't mind, I thought she looked lonely and might want to join us for lunch."

Armin gave Eren a wink.

Hearing your voice once more, and viewing your dark complexion in this angelic light, it had Eren's heart panging nervously in his chest.

But Armin threw jokes around, and lightened the mood, so Eren's tensed shoulders relaxed and he finally eased into the conversation.

Though, you noticed, he stuttered and spoke quietly when you asked him questions.

"Your dad runs the clinic, right?" You asked.

Eren nodded, "Uh, yeah, he does. And my mom runs the florist where I work..."

"You help your mom's florist business?" You tilted your head adoringly at him, "That's so sweet of you. I love that."

Armin pursed his lips to keep from smiling, watching as how Eren's face grew extremely red at your compliments.

"Oh, I just remembered, I've got to return that library book." Armin lied.

"What library boo – ohhh, yeah, you do that..." Eren played along.

Armin rose from his seat, "I'll be back in a bit, it's a long walk." he got to his feet.

"Alright! See you, Armin." You kindly waved goodbye.

And so he left, and left the two of you alone together in that golden light. Good conversation and subtle flirting filled the air between you and Eren.

Clearly this was the start of something good.

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Halloween Housewarming

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: Forbidden relationship, Alcohol, food, Brother's Best Friend Miguel, PiV sex, angst, keeping secrets, oral sex (afab receiving), nonbinary reader, Halloween costumes, ass play (if you squint), size kink. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Summary: You finally move our of your parent's house, just in time for Halloween. You and Miguel finally give into your desires.

“Yes mom, I’ve got enough food and snacks, there’s a bowl of candy outside the door for trick or treaters, but there aren’t many families in my building anyway.”

You speak into your headphones as you continue to set up your new apartment for tonight’s festivities. It’s not much, but it’s yours. The main living space is tiny, typical of this part of Brooklyn, but it’s enough. You smile to yourself as you hang the last of the bat-shaped bunting on your walls. You’ve pushed all the furniture to the edges of the small space to maximise party room.

“Well, I hope you have a lovely time tonight, and if the O’Hara boy is there, give him a kiss from me.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you think of Jason’s best friend. The way his smile twists your insides and makes your tongue feel too big for your mouth. You have it bad for Miguel, but your brother had made it abundantly clear. You recall the way he pulled you aside at your homecoming barbecue six months ago after Miguel had introduced himself.

Do not fuck Miguel, for all that is good and holy, he’s my best friend. Promise me?

You had promised him, but that didn’t stop you from crushing on him from afar, nor the pair of you from texting back and forth like teenagers. But he clearly hadn’t given Miguel the same pep talk.

He brought you lunch whenever he stopped by your brother’s office, always with too much food so he could make the excuse to stick around and help you eat it all. On your birthday he even brought you a cupcake and some flowers – much to your brother’s ire. The perks of working as tech support at your brother’s company meant you got more than good dental.

“Mom!” You groan down the phone as she chuckles away to herself on the other end.

“Alright, I’ll behave, just don’t tell your brother that I’m rooting for Miguel and You.”

“Thank you, mom. I love you, thank you for checking in.”

“I love you more, my Little Sparrow. Have a good time tonight.”

“I will, bye mom.”

“Speak soon.”

The line goes dead, and you don’t miss the way you’re still grinning like a fool at the mention of Miguel. You glance at the time on your phone and your eyes go wide. You’ve got less than an hour before the party is due to start.

“Shit!” You mutter to yourself as you hurry to your bedroom to get ready. You and Miguel might have planned matching costumes, not that you’d admit that to your brother, and you were excited to see if he would pull through on his end of the bargain.

~*~

You’re buzzing with nervous energy as you secure the red-lensed goggles on your head, making sure not to obscure the supple, leather-like material of your cat ears connected to the hood of your costume. You look at yourself in the tall mirror in your bathroom as you make the final adjustments.

The stretchy leather playsuit hugs your curves, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as you realise how revealing the costume is. The front is fastened together by way of a zipper and a ridiculously oversized silver ring. Your breasts are pushed up, the zipper nestling just right so that your bra is hidden from view, but your cleavage is sinfully on show.

Miguel’s guy did an amazing job.

You think to yourself as you make a mental note to thank him for the recommendation of “Mr. Z” whom the only thing you know about him is his name, and the PO Box you had to send your measurements to. Miguel told you not to worry about the cost, it was his treat.

But now you look at the craftsmanship you realise this was no cheap throw together.

Did he get a super-suit tailor to make this?

You wonder aloud as you bite your tongue excitedly. You’ve known Miguel’s secret for months, and every time you see Spider-Man save someone on TV you’re in awe that they’re the same person. You almost can’t believe it sometimes. Then you remember that night in Manhattan when you’d been cornered by some jerk with a tire iron.

Spider-Man had come to save the day, but he made the mistake of getting too close, of not scrubbing the scent of himself off before donning the suit. Because the moment he whisked you to safety you smelled it, the raw earthy scent of Miguel that you buried yourself in every time he gave you a – very platonic, definitely not wildly sexually charged – hug when he visited you at the office.

You’d said nothing at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more you watched Spider-Man on TV, the more you were convinced it was him.

Who could mistake that ass?

You think to yourself with a chuckle as you hear the buzzer for the front door. You shake yourself physically as you try not to linger on your crush’s secret nighttime antics.

Within minutes your apartment is flooded with familiar faces, friends from work, your brother’s friends, and other people you assume are plus ones. The music is blaring and you’re making sure the chip bowls are topped up when you feel a large, unmistakable presence behind you.

“Gotcha.”

Miguel’s deep voice rumbles from behind as you feel his hands on your hips. You feel like you’re about to combust as his large fingers wrap around your waist. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you feel your lacy panties cling to you as you feel yourself getting wet already.

“Not so fast, Boy Scout.”

You purr as you place your hands on his, lacing your fingers between his thick digits. You make like you’re holding them there, and gods do you want to encourage them lower. But you quickly spin on the balls of your feet, twisting his arms up and over your head as you effectively cross and lock his arms in front of him.

“Gotta do better than that Big Stuff.”

You pout up at Miguel as he grins down at you through the Batman mask. You can only see his strong, angular jaw as he smirks at you. But his eyes are shining chestnut, flecked with crimson as he nods in submission.

“Shouldn’t have underestimated you, Cat.” Miguel growls as he lets his eyes linger on your painted lips just a little too long.

“Fucking hell.” Jason growls as he notices the two of you holding hands. You quickly pull away before cocking your head to the side with a wide smile plastered on your face. He’s dressed as Mal Reynolds from Firefly and the nostalgia of watching the series with him as a kid gives you a warm, fuzzy hit of serotonin.

“Sorry Bro, it was just part of the bit, we aim to misbehave after all.” You say with as much sincerity you can muster. He cracks a smile at the Firefly reference and his stern look melts away.

“Whatever you say Sib,” The use of gender-neutral pet name floods you with warmth. “Where’s the beer?”

“In the fridge, dumbass.”

“So,” Miguel flashes you a cheeky grin as he looks you up and down, “Cat-Them?”

“Cat Woman is fine, I’m dressed up as a specific female character. But thank you, Miguel. I appreciate you making the effort to check.” You place your hand over Miguel’s bicep, lingering a little longer than most people would consider appropriate. But you can’t help it, even with the Batman mask on, even with the fact your brother was only a few feet away, you are utterly infatuated with him. You secretly hope he’s just as smitten as you.

“Anything for you, gatita.” Miguel says with a wink, and you bite your lip at his blatant flirty tone. Your brother returns just as another round of guests need to be buzzed in. You hurry off, all the while Miguel’s eyes are on you like a hawk.

~*~

It’s almost one in the morning when your apartment slowly begins to vacate, the more brazen of your friends ready to hit the town, the more conservative ready for their own beds. Jason is passed out on your couch as you begin to tidy up.

You’d made sure not to drink too much throughout the night. You wanted to be sensible, but you enjoyed yourself just fine with only a low-level buzz.

Miguel has already located the black trash bags and had started collecting up the fallout of having over twenty people partying it out in a Brooklyn one-bedroom apartment. You load up the dishwasher quietly as you steal glances at him. You feel his eyes on you more than once as you dance around one another in silence. The tension builds between you slowly, like the soft rain preceding a raucous summer storm. You’re both just waiting for the lightning to strike.

You get the apartment back into a reasonable state fairly quickly and before you know it, you’re leaning against your kitchen counter, Miguel next to you, elbows brushing as you both nurse a glass of water each and share a bowl of salted popcorn.

“So, you wanna stay and watch some shitty horror films with me? Or do you need to get going?” You ask, you’ve barely been able to get any time alone with Miguel tonight and it sucks because you had so many cheesy superhero lines queued up to fire at him.

“I mean, sofa’s kind of taken, not sure how we’re going to watch anything tonight.” Miguel chuckles as he gestures at your brother with his thumb.

“I’ve got PC in my room and a big ass gaming monitor if you don’t mind cosying up.”

“You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“Is that a no?”

You raise an eyebrow at Miguel as you look over your shoulder at him. You watch his lips purse as if he’s offended at you even suggesting his refusal to spend time with you.

“Course not,” Miguel tilts his head at you as he elbows you gently. “Go on and get set up, I’ll get us some snacks.”

“My hero.” You didn’t expect it to roll off your tongue quite as mockingly as it does, and you try not to react as you see a flash of something dart across his crimson-brown irises.

You turn and retreat into your bedroom a little too quickly, and you fall back against the door with a large huff, heart beating too fast in your chest as you try and keep calm.

You feel like you’re a teenager again, sneaking around, inviting a boy back to your room to watch a scary movie. It’s so cliché it hurts. You thank your past self for making sure to change your sheets before the party.

You’d chosen a deep, royal blue and white set. You dub this your romantic set, not as slutty and desperate as your black and red satin sheets, but not as harrowingly embarrassing as your novelty Spider-Gwen sheets you had bought at a comic-con way before ever knowing Miguel, let alone knowing he’s actually Spider-Man.

You log in to your PC and bring up your VPN before diving into the streaming services. You trawl for a while, switching out locations on occasion, just to make sure you weren’t missing out on any region exclusives. With every flip between regions, you see the same set of films over and over, but one series sticks out for you more than the rest.

Scream.

Miguel knocks softly and you feel your heart rate soar as you mentally prepare yourself for him to enter your bedroom. You take a deep breath and clear your throat. You throw yourself back against your pillows, folding your legs to the side you go, trying to act natural.

“Come in!” You call, hopefully not loud enough to wake your catatonic brother.

Miguel inches the door open, struggling to get his large frame through the doorway and you suppress a giggle. It certainly didn’t help that he had decided to bring half of your pantry into the bedroom, as well as water, some beer, and napkins with the little ghost motifs that you bought especially for the party.

“Need a hand?

“I got it. Get the movie started,” he grumbles, his pride clearly preventing him from letting you help. He makes room on your nightstand and sets down the snacks and drinks, managing to do so without dropping a single thing.

You shake your head and crawl to the end of the bed, your room so small that your desk is well within reach as you lean forward to click play. You make sure to lean forward just right that you know Miguel has a perfect view of the way the suit fits snug against your ass. You hear the not-so-subtle way Miguel’s breath hitches behind you, followed by a fake cough, as if to cover it up.

“Hope you don’t mind; I went for a semi-classic.” You say as you turn to see him frozen in place, the bulge in his suit noticeable, but you don’t linger on it. You’re more interested by the way Miguel’s eyes are wide, his jaw slack as he stands there mesmerised.

“Earth to Miguel?”

“Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

You crawl back up to the pillows and settle down in the middle of the bed, knowing Miguel will have a hard time staying on the bed if he doesn’t cuddle up next to you. You pat the bed as the opening credits start to roll and Miguel obeys your silent demand. It’s like he’s in a trance, his movements are slow, measured as he settles in next to you.

“Shame we didn’t have more time to talk tonight.”

Your voice is barely more than a whisper as you concede a little more room on the bed so Miguel can settle comfortably. He has his hands in his lap, no doubt trying to obscure his boner as he stares forward, seemingly laser focused on the film.

“Yeah, you were so busy. S’good to see you having fun though.”

“You have a good time?”

You lean over Miguel to grab two of the European lagers he brought in and a bag of your favourite chips. You’re being way too forward; you know it, he knows it, but neither of you want it to stop.

You hand him a bottle and twist the cap off your own as you pop open the bag of chips. You take a slow swig of the beer, the condensation from the bottle dripping over your lips and down your chin. You chuckle and wipe it away with the back of your hand.

“You’re making this awful difficult.” Miguel grumbles as you set your beer down on the other nightstand before looking over to see him smouldering down at you. His eyes are glassy, his lips parted as he loops his arm around your shoulders.

“Making what difficult?” You ask as you bat your eyelashes up at him, leaning into his embrace as you tilt your head up.

“Keeping your promise to Jason.”

His voice is strained as he places his beer bottle down, not looking away for a second. You smile to yourself at the fact he’s probably able to sense the placement of the coaster or something, one of his many Spider-skills.

You wonder what else he can sense.

“That promise was made months ago, Miguel. And under different circumstances.” 

“That so?” He murmurs as he reaches up to cup your face, hesitating long enough that you grab his wrist and press his hand to your cheek for him.

“I thought you were just a hot piece of ass back then.”

“Oh yeah? And what am I to you now?”

“A hot piece of ass,” you start, a wide grin pulling at the corners of your mouth as Miguel’s plush lips curve up in amusement. “But I also like you, Miguel. Like, really like you.”

“I like you too, and you’re not too awful to look at either.”

Your eyes go wide in faux outrage as you swat at his chest with a flat hand.

“You wanna go and sleep on the floor next to my brother, O’Hara? Because I can arrange that.”

You pout up at him, your hand still lingering on his chest. You can feel his heart racing under the suit, reverberating through your fingertips and sending ripples of warmth through you. Your thighs clamp together in an attempt to soothe the ache building in your core.

“No, don’t want to be anywhere but here.”

“Good.”

The hand cupping your cheek moves up gently to push back the hood of your costume. You know your hair is a mess underneath, but you don’t care. You mirror his actions and slip your fingers under his mask, his skin is hot under your touch, and you pull the mask off gently.

His hair is a perfect mess of wavy locks, somehow undeterred by the night under a tight mask. You smirk to yourself as you scoot closer, your knees firmly pressed against his thigh.

“So, you’re the man under the mask, I didn’t expect Spider-Man to be Latino.” You chuckle gently but Miguels’ body goes rigid, and you realise the slip-up too late.

“What did you say?” Miguel’s voice is tight. His hands fall from your face as he sits up, looking at you with a furrowed brow.

“That I didn’t expect Batman to be Latino?”

You try in earnest to sell the lie, but you’re panicking now. This fuck-up could ruin everything.

“I think you said Spider-Man.” Miguel’s tone is flat as he stares at you, pushing you to say something.

“That’s weird, I meant Batman. No idea where Spider-man came from!”

“Yeah, weird.”

There’s an awkward silence as you realise you’ve killed the mood. You feel the sting of rejection under your skin, burning through you as you force yourself to look back at the film. You shift over on the bed, giving him space as you try not to spiral, but you can already feel bitter tears burning at the back of your eyes. You can’t hold it in any longer, so you pause the film.

“I’m going to go clean up and put on some other clothes,” you say, voice trembling as you try not to look at him. “There’s a pair of your sweatpants and one of your hoodies in the second dresser drawer from that time I got caught in the rain after work.”

You don’t wait for him to respond, quickly hopping off the bed and grabbing your sleep shorts and an oversized Iron Heart t-shirt. You shut the door behind you quietly before making your way to the bathroom.

~*~

Miguel seethes as he sits on the edge of the bed, his clothes laid out next to him as he slowly peels off the suit. He’s pretty sure it was an honest mistake. You couldn’t know his secret, could you?

His fangs and claws extend out as he gets more and more worked up. His paranoia might’ve just cost him the chance to finally cross over from being your best friend to being something more.

“Pendejo.”

He curses himself as he strips down to his boxer briefs, piling the suit next to the nightstand and pulling on the sweatpants. It’s only when he pulls the hoodie over his head that he smells you on his clothes. His lips part as he pulls the garment on, your scent surrounding him like a warm embrace as he feels his cock twitch.

He hears the doorknob jostle as you make your way back into the room. He turns away quickly, trying to force his fangs and claws to retract. He manages it just as you shut the door behind you, any evidence of his affliction hidden before you can see.

His heart clenches in his chest as he takes in the way your eyes are glassy, rimmed with red. You’ve been crying and he feels like a pit has opened up beneath him.

Miguel closes the distance between you in one long stride. He falls to his knees before you, cupping your cheeks as he looks up at you with such sorrow it threatens to break your heart.

“I’m sorry. So, so sorry,” he breathes as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Nothing to apologise for. It’s not your fault I misread the situation. I get it, let’s just watch the film.” Your heart feels like it’s being crushed in a hydraulic press as you try to put on a brave face.

“That’s not it,” he says with a soft exhale. “I just- I’m scared.”

“I am too Miguel. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone, let alone this quickly. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I promise.”

Your heart clenches at that, knowing that he can’t make that promise – not with who he is. Neither of you can be fully honest, but you can’t wait any longer. You’ll take his word for now.

“Take me to bed.” You whisper as you turn your head in his hands, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the base of his thumb.

Miguel gets to his feet without a word, lowering his hands from your face. He laces his fingertips through your own and pulls you gently towards the bed. He sits down on the edge, legs spread wide as he makes room for you to stand between them. The navy sweatpants do nothing to hide the sizeable bulge of his erection and you can’t help but stare as Miguel chuckles.

“We’ll take it slow, don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to, I really want to.” You breathe as you lift yourself up, manoeuvring yourself to straddle his thighs. You drape your arms over his shoulders as you lower yourself onto his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers as you lean forward, noses touching as you nod.

“Please.”

Your lips messily collide as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him as you grind down on his cock. His other hand engulfs the back of your head, fingertips digging possessively into your neck.

You lick against the seam of his lips and the feral snarl that escapes his mouth has you whining as you press your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues clash as you grind down harder on his cock. Your fingers tug and pull at the soft curls at the base of his skull and he bucks up against you as he pulls your bottom lip between his own.

“Too many clothes,” he growls against your lips as he plays with the hem of your t-shirt. You nod frantically as you hold your arms up, letting him peel your t-shirt off in one swift action.

‘A little too swift’ you think to yourself, but all conscious thought is blocked out as you feel the brush of Miguel’s plush lips on your right breast, followed by the press of his broad, warm palm on the other. You groan as he palms your skin, taking your nipple between his teeth as he flicks the hardened peak with his tongue.

“So beautiful,” he groans against your skin as he rolls his hips up, grinding up against your clothed core.

“Fuck- feels so good,” you whine as the wetness between your legs grows. You’re sure to have left a damp patch on Miguel’s crotch by now.

“God, you’re so fucking handsome,” Miguel mumbles almost bashfully. You feel a wave of euphoria wash over you as you pull his head back to look down at his dark eyes splintered with red.

“You called me handsome.” You breathe as tears well in your eyes.

“Is- Is that ok?” he asks as he looks up at you, eyes full of doubt.

“It’s more than ok – it’s perfect,” you say as you cup his strong jaw in one hand and tug on the hem of his hoodie with the other.

“Too many clothes,” you say with a wink before you start to yank the material over his broad torso.

The moment your bare chests connect, you’re done for. He’s so broad, his skin searing hot against yours as you rake your fingernails down his back, fusing yourself to him as his lips latch onto your neck, sucking hungry marks into your flesh as pleasure streaks across your vision.

“Miguel,” you whine as you pull him away. You can’t stand to wait any longer.

“What is it? What do you need?”

“You.”

In one surprisingly graceful movement, you slip off his lap and shimmy your sleep shorts down, turning to give Miguel a bit of a show. You’re rewarded with a low hum as you hear him shift behind you.

Before you have the chance to turn and see what he’s doing, you feel his presence behind you, just like when you were filling up the chip bowls at the party. His large hands splay across your exposed skin possessively, fingertips digging into your hips.

“Gotcha.”

This time, you don’t playfully fight back. This time, you let him pull you back against him. You whine softly as his larger form curls around you, his lips brushing against a spot just below your ear as he presses the length of his dick against the seam of your ass. It’s sticky and wet with precome and you tremble as his tip ghosts over the rim of your asshole.

You arch back into him, pressing against him a little too hard as you feel a small stretch of the tight ring of muscle. Miguel shudders behind you as he pushes your hips forward.

“Way too eager, gatita. Where’d all that fight go, huh?”

“Who says this isn’t part of an elaborate plan, Big Stuff?”

You turn your head to the side, angling your face up to press your lips to Miguel’s jaw. You bring one hand up to cup Miguel’s face, pulling him in to kiss you as you reach around behind you with the other to trail along his length. He’s thick, his soft velvety skin confirming your suspicions that he’s uncut. You can’t get a good grip from this angle, not that it matters because as soon as he feels your touch, he snaps.

Miguel groans against your lips before dipping his tongue inside your mouth, giving you no warning before he spins you around and hoists you up around his waist. He turns around to drop you onto the bed, his large form pressing down on top of you as he kneels between your legs.

Your eyes roam over his sculpted pecs and hard abs, then you see his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s beautiful.

“Like what you see?” Miguel chuckles as he squeezes the base of his cock in one hand before slowly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his weeping tip.

“You really have to ask?” you purr as you grab his free hand, spreading your legs wider and guiding his large fingers to your slick folds.

‘Fuck’ is all Miguel can manage before he’s hoisting your calves over his shoulders.

Once again, he’s moving a little too fast, getting sloppy as his desire takes over the logical part of his brain.

His breath ghosts against your thighs and you squirm as he parts your lips with his thick fingers before running them up to your clit, pressing firmly against the swollen bud as you hiss at the burst of pleasure that rocks through you.

“Please Miguel, just fucking eat my pussy already,” you huff impatiently, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His eyes lock onto yours as he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. He moans at the taste, sending low vibrations through your cunt.

He devours you slowly, savouring every twitch of your body, every drop of your arousal as he fucks you with his tongue, the thick muscle pressing deep inside you. You clench around nothing as he moves back up to your clit. He rolls his tongue around it torturously slow as you buck your hips up to chase the friction.

Your legs begin to tremble as he suckles on your clit and brings a finger up to your entrance, pressing slowly into you as you bite your lip, suddenly remembering your sleeping brother in the other room. You clamp your legs around Miguel’s shoulders as you feel yourself getting close. The way his finger curls and presses into your g-spot is almost too much as you whimper pathetically at every push of his finger inside you and every flick of his tongue against your clit.

“Miguel.” You cry out, unable to stop yourself this time as your vision splinters and blurs as the tight coil of pleasure in your core snaps. You come hard around him, your pussy clamping down on his finger as he continues to suck on your clit, his tongue licking hard, broad strokes as you quiver and tremble beneath him.

You’re about to push him away, overstimulation getting too much, but he preempts you as he rocks back onto his knees. He removes your legs from his shoulders with a feather-light touch. His hands ghost up the outside of your thighs and he smiles down at you, slick covering his lips, his chin, even his nose and you feel the heat rise up in your cheeks as you realise how much of a mess you made.

“C’mere.”

You hold your arms out, beckoning him into your embrace and he leans down slowly, his broad hips forcing your thighs apart a little as his dick rests heavily against your cunt. Miguel rests his elbows either side of your head as he leans in to kiss you. Your lips brush for less than a second before you’re running your tongue across his lips, tasting yourself before his tongue slides over your own. You moan as they meet outside of your mouths, twisting together between you.

Your slips slot back over one another as you feel Miguel’s dick twitch and you grind up against him, desperate to have him inside you. You let him claim your mouth as his large form presses you into the bed. It’s overwhelming in the best way, he never lets his full weight rest on you, but it’s just enough to make you desperate for more.

“Fuck me.”

You whisper against his lips as you both come up for air. His dark eyes seem to bore into your very soul as he smirks at your request. He shifts his balance, freeing up a hand to cup your face as he presses his forehead against yours. You smile at the gentle gesture as you loop your arms around his neck, holding you together in the surprisingly tender moment.

“You got condoms?” He asks, but you shake your head.

“I’ve got an IUD, and I recently got screened, came back all clear.”

“I did too, funnily enough, and it came back clear as well. Do you trust me?”

You share a look, realising that this was always going to happen tonight, no matter what, you’d both come prepared for this moment. You’d passed the point of no return the moment his hands fell to your hips at the start of the party.

“With my life.”

His smile is infectious as he bites his lip almost bashfully. He returns his attention to his cock and he looks up at you with a hesitant look.

“I’m not small, so please, let me know if it’s too much, ok?”

“I will.”

Miguel pulls back, looking like he wants to say something else, but he seems to mentally shake himself before moving his hand down your body. He brushes his knuckles against your nipples before trailing his fingers along your sternum before shifting slightly on the bed as he grabs the base of his cock. He lines it up at your core and you nod firmly up at him as he hesitates.

The stretch is blinding as he presses his tip in, just enough to make you squirm, desperate for more but already feeling the hot burn as he opens you up. You pant and whine as he eases in further, pausing every so often to let you adjust. All the while you twist your fingers in his soft locks at the nape of his neck. Your fingertips scrape against his scalp as he finally bottoms out.

You’re impossibly full and you feel another orgasm building from just being stuffed with his cock. But you need more, you need him to move. Your hot breaths mingle together, the pair of you panting desperately as you wrap your ankles loosely around Miguel’s waist.

“Gotta go slow, can’t risk waking Jason if we start banging the headboard against the wall.” 

“Makes sense.” You whisper, a giggle bubbling in the back of your throat at the somewhat bizarre nature of it all.

The moment he begins to move you’re already fighting the urge to moan, to cry out and scream his name as you feel the heavy weight of him rake through you. He lets out a shaky breath as he pulls almost all the way out. He seems to hesitate and before he can ask if you’re ok you pressure your heels against the small of his back as you pull him down by the shoulders to kiss you.

You fist one hand in his hair, dropping the other to your clit so you can start urging yourself to the edge. You gasp as Miguel obeys your silent demand, rocking his hips forward to fill you up again. The combined pleasures of your fingers on your swollen bundle of nerves and Miguel stretching you out has you groaning into his mouth.

Your tongue assaults his, claiming his mouth as he claims your cunt with his cock. His thrusts get faster, just enough momentum to have you bucking your hips up every time he seats himself fully inside you. It’s merciful that he isn’t so big that your cervix isn’t taking a beating even on the deeper, harder thrusts.

“Fuck Miguel you’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect.” You babble as you come up for air, you look down to see where you connect, and your head falls against his shoulder as you watch his length pump in and out of you. It’s pornographic how wet you are, and how easily he splits you in two.

“No, that’s all you baby, been dreaming about this and none of them compares to the real thing. You’re so fucking hot, and ‘feel so fucking good.”

Miguel’s voice is a whisper in your ear as he nips gently at your lobe, sucking the soft flesh as he snaps his hips hard. You bite into his shoulder hard, unable to control your strangled moan as he hits your g-spot again and again as his thrusts become harder, faster.

You almost worry about the noises your bed is starting to make as he seemingly forgets about the whole “being quiet” idea.

But the way pleasure is dripping down your spine like hot wax, pooling and overflowing with every circular motion over your clit, every deep, rolling thrust of Miguel’s cock inside you, you couldn’t care less who heard you.

Sweat beads on your brow as you cling to Miguel with one hand, digging your nails in deep enough to break the skin. He growls deep in his chest at this, and all notion of being quiet lays in tatters as he ruts into you so hard you see stars. You’re coming hard around his cock as you rub frantically at your clit.

His lips find yours as he stills inside you, his body quivering as he licks into your pliable mouth. With every jerk of his hips, you feel the warmth of his spend leaking out of you as you languidly drag your tongue over his. You tug him just that little bit deeper with your ankles, pulling him impossibly tight as you groan into his mouth.

You break the kiss as you feel him softening inside you. You run your fingers through his damp locks as he beams down at you, breathing heavily through his nose. You stay there for what seems to be an eternity before sense tells you to get up and pee.

“Alright, as much as it’s a romantic cliché to fall asleep in each other’s arms, I need to clean up first.”

He laughs and places a soft kiss to your nose before easing back out of you. You can’t believe how empty you feel as your combined spend leaks out of you and onto your sheets. You dress quickly and pop your head out into your living room, the heavy snores of your brother a relief as you tiptoe over to the bathroom. Miguel follows soon after you’re done, and you give him a chaste kiss as you leave him to tidy up himself.

You grab a throw blanket from the end of the sofa and drape it over your brother before heading back into your room.

You sit in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard as you sip on one of the bottles of water Miguel brought in earlier. You consider restarting the film, but the moment he walks back in there’s nothing else on your mind.

His hair is slicked back, the smell of your soap wafting through the air.

“Hey.” You squeak as you look at him with fresh eyes.

“Hey, any room on the bed for me? Or you going to throw me out on to the street now you’ve had your wicked way with me?”

“Dunno, you’re a pretty good lay O’Hara,” you cock your head as you pretend to consider your options. “I think I’ll keep you around for now.”

“What an honour,” Miguel chuckles as he eases himself onto the bed, both of you choosing to ignore the wet patch you’d decided to cover up by folding the comforter over it.

You shift over to give him room, only to snuggle into his side as soon as he gets comfortable. You wrap your arm across his chest and hook one of your legs over his thigh. He leans back and drapes an arm around you, pulling you in tight.

“So, do you want to start the movie again?” Miguel whispers into your hair as he rests his chin on your head.

“Sure, I’m not tired all of a sudden,” you say with a breathy laugh.

You roll over and grab a small remote from your nightstand and rewind the stream. Miguel gives you a funny look and you grin sheepishly up at him.

“So you didn’t need to bend over and show me your ass earlier?”

“Maybe,” You say with a playful lilt to your voice, “But you’re glad I did right?”

“Course, I’d do anything to see you bent over like that, gives me some ideas for next time.”

“Next time eh?” You feel your stomach flip at the thought of being with Miguel like this again.

“Mhm, unless you have any objections?”

“None at all, now watch the film.” You protest, huffing as you realise you’ve missed the iconic “Do you like Scary Movies?” line.

“Yess Boss.” He breathes as he does as he’s told. The pet name has you grinning like a Cheshire Cat as you try and focus on the film.

You still can’t quite believe you actually fucked your brother’s best friend, and you can’t ignore that this whole situation will cause issues for you all going forward.

But right now, all you want to think about is how tightly pressed you are against your favourite person in the whole world. And how no matter what, you’re going to make this work.

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[the-ninjago-historian]

Vanillacakeshipping Headcannons! (Part Two)🍰❤️

I saw I had a few of these stashed away in my notes. So thought I'd post them! Enjoy!

Cole and Vania's kids refer to Master Wu as their Grandfather. Wu doesn't mind this in the least. And he's very close with his surrogate grandchildren.

We all know Cole's favorite cake is chocolate ganache. Well, Vania's is Angel Food Cake! After Cole found this out, he asked Zane to help him make her one for Ninjago's equivalent of Valentine's Day. It wasn't perfect. (As in lopsided, melting off the plate, and possibly on fire at some point. Lol.) But it was very appreciated by Vania.❤️

They once went on a double date with Jay and Nya. The two couples went dancing of course. Cole hadn't danced in a long time. But after a few minutes he was having a blast and really cutting a rug. Vania was very impressed. Also, Cole and Jay ended up getting into a dance battle. Jay won by default, after Cole fell on the floor laughing at Jay countering him by doing the floss. It didn't help that Jay had the most INTENSE stare on his face.

The Upply are their biggest shippers. They really want these two to get married and be happy.🥹❤️

Vania's hair smells really good. She uses Jasmine scented hair products, so she smells like flowers. Cole loves it when she's giving him a hug and he can smell that sweet floral scent. Her hair is also super soft, so he'll just bury his face in it.

The second Cole is with Vania and his family, all the tension in his body just leaves. He becomes so much calmer and happier. Like, when I say relaxed, I mean relaxed to the point of dosing off. Being close to his loved ones makes him feel so content.

Cole gets a little garden of his own in Shintaro. He's got lots of flowers growing there. Including a special section dedicated to different species of Lilies for his mom.🪷💖 He and Vania go there a lot to spend time with each other and relax.

Cole teaches his little girl Valkyrie how to be a warrior. She grows up to be one of Shintaro's best fighters. And also the sweetest girl ever. She may be able to beat you combat. But she'll ask you if you're okay afterwards.😂

The Upply definitely are their kids babysitters/adopted uncles! Sometimes ruling a kingdom and watching three kids can be exhausting. So Cole and Vania need to call in back up. Luckily, The Upply are happy to help! And they've definitely taught the kids some awesome adventure skills!

Aaaaaaand that's it! For now...😉 Here's the first part if you haven't seen it! Bye! - ✒️🐉

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[stray-cat-21]

The Pariah and the Freak

Part 3: telling the parents.

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) bring their families together for dinner in order to tell them the big news unfortunately it doesn’t go as planned.

"Hey Eds” (y/n) breathes anxiously. "Hey sweetheart, these are for you” Eddie grins offering her a bundle of picked flowers. (Y/n)'s nervousness melts a little as she accepts the flowers and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "They're beautiful, thank you” she says with a grin. He steps into the house while shrugging off his leather jacket.

Eddie is dressed in a nice button-up with his normal jeans, his hair as tidy as he could manage. Behind him steps in Wayne, dressed in a fall-colored flannel with blue jeans. "Hi Wayne, nice to see you again” she greets. "You too darlin” Wayne agrees with a nod.

Awkward heavy silence filled the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. (Y/l/n) sat across from Eddie and (Y/n), while Wayne took up a spot at the end of the table. There wasn't a lot that Wayne wouldn't do for his nephew but spending his only night off like this was definitely something he hadn't expected. Eddie and (Y/n) sought comfort in each other holding hands under the table.

"This is really good Mrs. (Y/l/n)" Eddie awkwardly broke the silence. Mrs. (Y/l/n) managed to muster a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Edward, it's an old family recipe" she responded. Eddie imagined their child someday inheriting treasured family recipes. He made a mental note to ask Wayne to jot down his famous chili and tomato soup recipes.

However (Y/n)'s father seemed to be simmering with disapproval throughout the entire evening. He scrutinized Eddie with piercing eyes interrogating him about every aspect of his life, from school to work, to the band, and even the van he drove. The metal head answers truthfully and respectfully but still nervously, while (y/n) squeezes his hand under the table. Wayne somehow managed to bite his tongue while still giving his nephew looks. Mr. (Y/l/n) is just in utter disbelief that his little princess could bring home such a boy.

The table goes back to awkward silence yet again. The young couple share a look and (y/n) offers Eddie a small nod. "Look um everyone, there's a reason we wanted to get together tonight, not just for you guys to meet” (y/n) breathes. "We've got some news, good news. (Y/n) is pregnant, we’re uh, having a baby” Eddie says taking control of the conversation.

Wayne nearly chokes on his drink, while Mrs. (Y/l/n)'s eyes tear up, and her father scowls. "Oh god” Mrs. (Y/l/n) cries bringing her napkin to her mouth. "Mom, dad, we know this isn't ideal, but-" (y/n) begins to explain. The scraping of her father's chair against the floor interrupts her mid-sentence.

"Ideal? You bring home this-this miscreant, and you just expect us to, what, congratulate you?" her father spits. "Hey now, I know this isn't what any of us were expecting, but my boy is not a miscreant” Wayne says standing up. "Oh please, my daughter was a good girl, and then he comes in with his long hair and tattoos and knocks her up!" her father bellows.

"Daddy, please listen, Eddie is a good guy just give him a chance” (y/n) pleads standing up from the table. "You had so much potential! You had good grades, good social standing, you were a cheerleader for god's sake!" he argues, smoke practically pouring from his ears. "Oh god, she'll be kicked from the team. What will Heather and Veronica think when they hear?" her mom worries about the embarrassment.

"It's okay, we can fix this. We'll just drive her down to that clinic, the one Bill brought his daughter to over in Indianapolis. Mistakes happen we can fix it, her life doesn't have to be over” her father announces, grabbing his keys. "Dad, I know it's hard to believe but this is what we want. I don't want to fix it” (y/n) says .

He spins around, wearing a deep angry frown. "You are a child you do not get a say in this” he snaps. (Y/n) flinches back a little not used to seeing her father so angry. Eddie is on his feet and by her side now. "She's the only one with any say actually” he counters, his eyes narrowing at the man.

"You are living under my roof, young lady. We are getting this taken care of tonight. We have spent eighteen years giving you the perfect life, not for you to screw it up by getting knocked up by some trailer park trash” her father rants, grabbing her by the wrist. He begins trying to drag her off to the door like she's a petulant child.

Understanding that he needed to protect the woman he loved, Eddie swiftly intervened pulling her from his grasp and standing between them. "Look, I don't give a shit what you call me. But don't touch her like that again” Eddie warned. Unrelenting (Y/n)'s father made another attempt to

"Excuse me boy, but you have done enough here” the older man snarls. He attempts to get to his daughter, but Eddie blocks his path. "I think we all just need to calm down and let the kids talk if they say they've got this figured out" Wayne says trying to ease the tension. "We do, and I promise Eddie is really good to me and you'll like him if you just give him a chance" (y/n) pleas desperately trying to bridge the widening gap between her family and herself.

"No daughter of mine is gonna be a mom at 18. You do not get to embarrass this family by being pregnant in high school, especially not with his baby” her father scoffs, gesturing towards Eddie. "Maybe we should hear them out," her mother frets. "That's all we're asking Dad please! Eddie and I have this figured out" (y/n) attempts one last time.

"I know I'm probably not what you pictured when you thought of the father of your grandchildren, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I love your daughter, and I love our kid already and I won't stand here and let you hurt either of them” Eddie says confidently. Eddie seems not to notice what he just revealed, however (Y/n) heard it loud and clear. Her heart swelled with love, knowing that the man standing before her was ready to stand by her side no matter what.

Her father shakes his head looking away from his daughter. "I did not raise you to be a damned whore. Either you get this taken care of, or you leave” he says coldly. The room goes silent at the ultimatum. "Honey, please” her mother begs.

"You have ten minutes. Get your stuff and get out of my house” he orders exiting into the garage. Her mom follows and the door slams behind them. "Wayne, I'm sorry about all this” Eddie says quietly, letting out a breath. "We'll talk about this later son, just help her get her things together” Wayne interjected extending a calming hand.

"C'mon, sweetheart let's grab your stuff alright?" Eddie whispers wrapping an arm around her again. She nods silently, letting him lead her up the stairs into her room. He can hear the sniffles she's trying to silence and see the tears she hastily wipes away. The second the door to her room shuts he wraps her in a tight hug. "It's alright, I got you. I promise” Eddie murmured his lips pressing gently against the top of her head.

He sees the clock on her dresser and notices a couple of minutes have gone by. "You wanna sit down? I'll grab your things?" Eddie asks eager to ease her burden. "No no um, I'll help. Will you um, grab my bag over there?" she asks.

Eddie nodded wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. "Whatever you need, sweetheart I'm here” he assured her their lips meeting in a soft comforting kiss. Together they packed (Y/n)'s belongings the room's atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. "I'm sorry about all this. Maybe me being involved wasn't such a good idea I didn't mean for your life to implode" Eddie confessed quietly.

Shaking her head with a weak smile and teary eyes (Y/n) held his hand tightly. "I'm glad you're involved Eddie. I hate to think what would have happened tonight if you weren't here” she admitted gratitude coursing through her. "Told you I'd take care of you both of you," Eddie said, his smile growing as his free hand moved to her stomach. Their lips met once more.

"Let's get you out of here” Eddie says quietly his arm enveloping (Y/n) once again as they made their way downstairs. Wayne waits by the door. "Do you think you could give me a ride to Chrissy's place Eds? I think I should be good to hide out there at least until her mom finds out” (Y/n) requested turning to face Eddie. "You can do that or you can come on home with us darlin' the choice is yours” Wayne offered surprising both (Y/n) and Eddie with his kindness.

"Are you sure? I feel like I've already been enough of a burden tonight” (Y/n) frowned. Grabbing her backpack gently Wayne shook his head. "I'll tell you the same thing I once told my nephew: you make do for family” he said lightly squeezing her shoulder.

Grateful Eddie thanked his uncle nodding with appreciation. The three of them exited the house with Wayne instructing Eddie to drive carefully. Assisting (Y/n) into the passenger seat Eddie ensured she was buckled in before closing the door. His actions elicited a small laugh from her a momentary release from the turmoil that surrounded them. “I can do that myself you know?” She giggles as Eddie climbs in.

He smiles a boyish smirk. “I know but you’re precious cargo sweets” he winks. As they pulled away from the house, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a tinge of hope. Her life might have taken an unexpected twist, but with Eddie by her side they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. And she knew that together they could handle it.

Most of the drive is quiet. Black Sabbath playing from the speakers. (Y/n) keeps her eyes mostly out the window or focused on her hands. The van rolls up to a stop sign before (y/n) breaks the silence. “So that went well” she laughs even though it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, how are you doing?”

“I mean it doesn’t feel great being homeless”

“I’m sure that was hard but I promise you aren’t homeless. You’ll just stay with me and Wayne till you and I can move out alright?”

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble for either of you. I feel like I’ve already made such a mess of things”

Eddie puts the van in park looking over at her. He cups her cheek in his ring covered hand looking into her eyes. “Stop that, all that stuff your dad said was bullshit alright? You didn’t make a mess of anything I swear” he promises her. Once she nods he quickly presses their lips together.

“I was actually saving up for a place of my own before you and the baby came along so we won’t even need to stay with Wayne much longer”

“This all seems so crazy I mean we’ve only been on three dates and we’re moving in together”

“I know it does but y’know what- wait we’ve only been on two dates: the movie last night and Benny’s?”

“Well technically I did say that the party was a date”

“That doesn’t count”

“What why?”

“It just doesn’t that’s not how I want you to think of our first date”

“Fine but that only makes it worse just two dates, I sound like a floozy or like I’m incredibly lovesick desperate enough to jump on the first guy who gives her affection”

“I think you’re being way too hard on yourself first of all. Secondly if anyone here is lovesick it’s me I’m the one who initiated all this remember?”

“I know I just worry how quickly we’re rushing this”

“Then we won’t rush we don’t have to move out just yet”

“Right okay, that’s a plan. If we do move out you’ll at least let me contribute? I have some money saved up”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the provider or some shit? I mean you’re growing our baby that feels like a huge contribution to me”

“Edward Munson”

“Fine yes ma’am”

“You know something else was said tonight I was curious about”

“And what’s that”

“You told my dad you love me”

Eddie takes in a deep breath leaning back in his seat. It was something that had definitely come out in the heat of the moment not the way he had planned for it to. “Yeah that did come out didnt it, look that wasn’t how I wanted that to go, is there anyway I could get a do over maybe after a couple more dates?” He asks. (Y/n) nods before kissing him much slower this time. “Sure Eds you can have a do over” she smiles.

When they get to the trailer Wayne is already there and sends them a nod. “I’m gonna get her settled then we can talk” Eddie says to his uncle. “Take your time. Darlin you try and have a goodnight alright you and I can have a chat tomorrow about livin arrangements” Wayne assures her. (Y/n) nodded quickly giving Wayne an unexpected hug.

He returned it giving her a small pat on the back. “Make yourself at home I mean it” Wayne promised when they separated. (Y/n) smiled returning to Eddie’s arms. He leads her to his room with a small kiss to the crown of her head.

When Eddie enters the living room Wayne is sat in his recliner two unopened beers sat on the coffee table. “She doin alright?” He asks. Eddie takes a breath sitting down. “Probably about as good as she can be” he answers grabbing one of the cans. Wayne nods silently grabbing his own drink.

“I’m sorry about all this”

“Were you careful at least? I mean I bought you those condoms for a reason”

“I know you didn’t want to raise another kid that wasn’t yours but you won’t have to raise this one. I really want to Wayne, I want to be a dad. Be the dad I never had y’know? The kind you were”

“And you’re sure about all this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been”

“Then I’m happy for you son and I’ll do what I can to help”

Taking that as a sign of approval Eddie reaches into his back pocket pulling out his wallet. He’s careful pulling the small photo from it passing it over to his uncle. “This the peanut?” Wayne asks quietly looking over the picture. “We uh talked about it and I know technically you’d be great uncle but how do you feel about being a grandpa?” Eddie asks. When Eddie looks over at his uncle he can the the slight water to the man’s eyes.

“Grandpa?” Wayne asks. “Yeah I mean especially after tonight we want our kid to have a family. And since he didn’t exactly love the whole dad thing I doubt Al’s gonna be stepping up to be a grandpa any time soon” Eddie explains. Wayne takes in a shaky breath nodding slowly. “Yeah son I think that has a nice ring to it” Wayne answers clearing his throat.

There’s another pause as Wayne admires the photograph. Wayne stands up and Eddie quickly joins him. The two share their most earnest version hug. “I uh should go check on her, thank you again Wayne” Eddie coughs when they separate. “Have a Goodnight son.”

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Could I possibly request a Gallzatto x Reader about the trio planning their girls first birthday?

The planning would be absolute chaos. Also I hate planning so I hope I did this justice!!

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The three of you sat around the coffee table, debating about the upcoming birthday of your twin daughters.

By now all you had agreed on was the dlower theme to match their names. One wanted a big party, the other something small, and the last really wanted to go to bed since it was 1AM already and you weren't a single step closer to completing this planner.

"Can we puhleeease just decide on the cake and call it a day? I need sleep, I have work tomorrow.." You whined at them and dropped your head onto your crossed arms.

"Seriously if you don't decide right now I'm calling Marcus and do it myself."

"Chocolate cake, obviously."

"Vanilla, for sure."

"Alright screw this. I'm off to bed." You grabbed your mug and brought it to the sink before going past the table again to kiss both boys goodnight and head off. "Goodnight you two."

A defeated sigh left Lip's lips. "I don't get why she's so moody about all of this." He looked over the list of things that still needed to be decided on with multiple scribbled notes at the sides.

"The girls' birthday is nice, but you're forgetting that day was a nightmare come true for their mom." Carmen's comment had Lip take back his complaint, he felt bad remembering how you'd wake up crying night after night in the first weeks after the babies were born.

"How about half chocolate half vanilla for the cake?" Lip had taken a new piece of paper and scribbled a wonky looking cake shape, splitinto two half circles with one end saying 'vanilla' and 'chocolate' on the other. He kept writing on each side, ending with the girls' names on either side and their favorite color decorations written down as well. He turned the paper and slid it over to Carmy to inspect.

"Yeah, looks good to me. We'll ask momma tomorrow." Carmy took your list and checked off the cake bit. They moved on to the next box: drinks. A small 'alcohol?' Next to it as a means to ask the boys later. "I know I can keep my hands off it now. I'm in a good place"

So they agree on a small 'yes' next to your question, count how many people gou plan to invite and write down the amount of drinks to order for the bigger and smaller guest amount options.

A little "run by mom" note next to it in a bright color.

"Do we get their flowers for decoration?"

"What snacks are we getting? And, buying or preparing them ourselves?"

The questions that come along with your written list each took a short while to answer now that they each finally set aside the ideal birthdays they had in mind and listened to what the other had to bring to the table. They know they're stubborn and have butt heads from time to time. Hell, it led to you leaving them to figuring this out on their own just now.

"We should get momma something too."

They discussed some more before calling it a night and going to sleep.

The next morning you wormed yourself out from between them and out of bed to head to work. Your morning routine was a simple one with Rose and Lily being the easiest kids ever when it came to breakfast. You woke, fed and burped each one before putting them back to bed and gurning the volume on the baby monitor all the way up so your boys would wake up if the girls got fussy.

On your way past the dinner table you found almost the entire birthday planned out from decorations to guest lists and drinks. You only had time for a quick glance so leaving a little "let's look after dinner" note was your final action before heading out.

Together you gave everything a once-over and settled on all the details fairly quickly that evening and the party was better than expected with so many lovely gifts from both Carmy's and Lip's families. Flower themed cake and little cupcakes were available as your little girls were pampered and smothered with cuddles and kisses from everyone.

After the party was over and the girls were asleep you happily cleaned up together and went off to bed. The boys wanted to have one last smoke before joining you and came in with a small box wrapped in a little bow.

"We know today is our baby girls' day," Lip started as he sat down on one side of the bed.

"But you deserve something special too." Carmy added as he sat down on the opposite side and handed you the small box.

Opening the box you couldn't keep your eyes off the thin gold chain with an engraved heart shaped pendant on it.

The front read 'Momma' in a beatiful cursive lettering, and the back had both Lip and Carmy's full names on them.

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[cosmos-coma]

Hello there! 👋😀

I was thinking of Bucky who volunteers with the elderly (considering his real age ) headcanons, please ! 🧓

No pressure of course ! 🫡

You. You get me. 😁♥️

Bucky Volunteering With the Elderly HCs

So I think it actually started at Sam’s request.

He understands Bucky to a good degree, being a trauma counselor and one of his few, but closest friends (despite the bickering lol). So he suggests Bucky get out into the real world again since that’s what helped Sam. He recommended Bucky reconnect with real people, and people from his own time at that.

Sam of course goes with him for his first visit. And while Bucky is a little nervous/awkward at first about how this will go he’s quick to loosen up

“Oh! Aren’t you a handsome one!” An old lady tells him, “how old are you now?” And he just smiles, “oh I turned 107 a few days ago.” The nurses of course think that it’s a joke, but the old people are the truth of it.

"Oh! So, you remember Joan Bennett and those silly weather prophet toys?" The old woman said excitedly. "Remember her?" Bucky says with a big smile, "She was my first crush. My mom and sister loved little women when it first came out."

All the older ladies adore talking to him, telling him all about their newly single kids (who are all like 60-70) and reliving pleasant memories of decades gone by. But Bucky does also make a point to visit with the men and old Vets and such too, where he's finally able to relate to someone outside of Steve. Though the old folks often forget some of the hard times (for which Bucky is glad for) they do get to recount a lot of good laughs and shenanigans they got up to In their respective squads.

Bucky doesn't even realize that by the time he's done and ready to leave that it's already been 4 hours. Sam even went to get lunch and come back.

After that Bucky makes it a regular thing. If he's not off doing missions and has a good chunk of downtime he'll go volunteer to spend time with the them. The staff and nurses of course absolutely love him and thank him profusely for his time and the way he's really lifted up the patients moods lately.

He also makes a point to remember people's birthdays. Bringing them flowers or a piece of pie from the diner down the road. He's also not above sneaking in some contraband either (mostly beer, nude magazines, and harmless prank items)

Of course becoming friends with old people also has its draw backs... and Bucky's heart breaks whenever he loses a new friend so quickly. He'll make a stop in at the funeral or wake, say his condolences and such, but doesn't usually stay very long. Honestly he's just happy to have known them in the first place.

But! To end on a happy note: you know the staff gave Bucky his own little locker or coat hook to put his stuff away in. He's in there so often that they actually print out a little name card and everything (Sam might be a little jealous).

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