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deanwinchestersbabygirll · 3 months

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snowed in

-warnings// lots of fluff, LOTS OF SMUT

-a lil summery// the usual fan fiction trope, two best friends in a cabin, will they kiss.. read to find out

Dean x reader

-word count// 2623

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"Yeah, the doors completely blocked in by the snow, I've tried pushing Sammy it's not gonna budge, yeah okay I'll call in the morning. night Sammy" you sat on the bed as you listened to the phone conversation, you and the boys were hunting a wendigo and decided to split up, you with dean and Sam with Bobby

You and Dean stumbled upon a cabin in the woods and decided to check it out incase there was any victims hiding inside, turns out the place was empty but Dean slammed the door behind him causing the snow from the roof to barricade the door stopping you both from leaving.

Dean hung up the phone and turned to you with a sigh and dropped his tense shoulders "alright so Sam and Bobby are too far out and they said the storms only gonna get worse so they're gonna come get us in the morning" Dean said placing his phone back in his jacket pocket "crap we can't even get out to get wood for the fire, it's gonna be freezing in here!" You said already beginning to feel the chill in the air

"Yeah.. well there's some blankets on the couch so you wrap yourself up nice and tight I'll try and see if I can find some wood around the place that will get some kind of fire going" Dean said already rummaging through the cupboards.

You shivered slightly as you wrapped the worn red blanket around you as you sat down, your knees tucked under your chin in a huddle, there was a sound of wood snapping and dean was soon walking to the couch "so good news is we've got wood, the bad news... these people no longer have cupboard doors" Dean said with a small smirk

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "alright get them burning Winchester I already feel my toes going numb" you exaggerated making dean chuckle "you got it sweetheart" Dean said as he kneeled down with a light and the doors.

After a half hour of Dean breaking the doors down to fit in the fireplace he had the flame going and soon there was more heat surrounding the small cabin "any better sweetheart?" Dean turned to ask, you shook your head slightly "I think I'd feel a lot warmer if you got up here beside me" you flirted

Dean threw you a smirk over his shoulder and moved beside you and pulled your small frame closer to him and tucking you under his arm, you snuggled into him and moved to wrap the red blanket around you both, "see I'm already feeling much better" you said making Dean chuckle.

You and dean continued to cuddle and watch the fire burn for a few hours talking about past hunts before you met each other "okay so you stuck a fish in the guys car, did you ever hear what happened after, did they find it or are they still driving around smelling dead fish?" You questioned and dean threw his head back in laughter as he thought back on the cherished memory "I hope they're still driving around with it"

You yawned as the laughter died down to a comfortable silence and dean took notice "you getting tired sweetheart?" He asked and you nodded "yeah do you know what time it is?" You questioned "1:45am, there's a bedroom down the hall why don't you go get some sleep and hopefully Sam and Bobby will be here early" you nodded with another yawn

"what about you?" Dean shrugged "i can take the couch it's actually not too bad" Dean replied and you nodded feeling bad about him taking a dusty old couch for a bed "you sure you'll be okay?" You asked and Dean smiled pulling you in tight to him for a hug "yeah of course sweetheart, I've slept on worse" he joked and you smiled before getting up with a big stretch "night dean" you said walking towards the room exhausted "night Y/N" his voices raised slightly so you could hear him.

You awoke a few hours later in a cold sweat, fear trembled within you from the nightmare as you wondered if you should bother dean, your inner battle didn't last long before your bare feet tiptoed through the cabin to the living room the dying fire allowed enough light so you could see the older Winchester, he looked so peaceful as he slept, like he never had a worry in his life but that was far from true…

You gently tapped deans arm "dean?" You sniffled and he groaned slowly opening his eyes "hey, what's up sweetheart, everything okay?" He slurred out you shook your head before taking a deep breathe "uh not really could you stay with me please I just don't want to be alone" you said as a few tears made there way down your cheeks , Dean got up from the couch quickly and pulled you into him "of course I can, you wanna tell me what's got you so upset?" He asked wiping your tears gently from your cheeks "not really, it was just a nightmare but it felt so real" you said quietly and dean nodded as he lead you toward the bedroom.

Deans and you made your way to the bed "which side do you prefer?" He asked scratching the back of his head "I'm usually a middle of the bed kind of girl" you flirted making him smirk "well alright I can work with that" you both made your way into the cold bed and dean was already wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest

You sighed and turn around in his arms so your facing him, he was already looking down at you "you wanna tell me what your nightmare was about sweetheart? He asked as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear, you took in a shuddering breath and closed your eyes already feeling them burn with tears

"we were hunting a demon nest and they had you tied up as they tortured you to the brink of death and when I tried to help it was like I was stuck in place and I could hear you screaming, begging for me to help… and then I woke up" you said I'm a shaky voice as you felt your tears stream down your face

"Hey it's okay baby it was just a bad dream okay? I am right here and nothing's getting me I promise" Dean reassured you as he kissed your forehead head before resting his own against yours, nose to nose as he spoke "your one of the best damn hunters I've ever known Y/N I would trust you with my life and I know you would do everything in your power to save me or Sammy and if anything ever did happen don't you dare blame yourself, I need you to promise me that" dean said quietly

"I can't promise that Dean, Sam and you mean way to much to me to promise that " you struggled out through tears and dean sighed and held you closer "I love you Y/N, so damn much" dean said quietly his lips slightly touching yours with how close he was, you froze in his arms not expecting that to come from dean, you've been in love with him for years you thought nothing would ever happen especially with deans one night stands happening every so often, you guys flirted back and forth all the time but you took that as Dean's personality

Dean having taken your frozen silence as rejection panicked and pulled back "forget I said anything" he said as he pulled back slightly to get out the bed, you came out of your moment of shock and grabbed his arm pulling him down to you, he looked down shocked, you grabbed his scruff covered cheeks and pulled him down to a kiss

Dean groaned against your lips as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in through your lips, you let out a small moan at the sensation, you wrapped your legs around his haps your feet digging into his lower back making him press his lower body closer to you so you felt his hard shaft press against your hot core through the layers

You pulled away from the kiss slightly and dean moved his lips down your neck sucking and kissing his way down your chest "I love you too Dean, so fucking much" you said in between pleasured gasps dean moved back up to your lips immediately getting back into the heated kiss, you fumbled with the bottom of deans shirt and tugged slightly to let him know you wanted it off

Dean pulled back from the kiss and sat back slightly before pulling his shirt off, he pulled your own shirt over your head to be met with your bare chest as you ditched your bra for bed, his smile replicated one of a child in a candy store and he was down kissing your breasts and sucking love marks all over them before taking your nipple in his mouth, his hand tweaking and playing with the other to stimulate you

"Oh god Dean please don't stop" you begged and held his head right your chest, Dean took your words as encouragement as he continued his movements before kissing a trail down your stomach reaching your panties as you decided against wearing your jeans to bed

Dean hooked his fingers in the waistline and he pulled them down your legs slowly, once he discarded of your panties he was back between your legs, now face to face with your pussy, he smiled as kissed your mound, you moaned feeling you get wetter by the second, "pick a number sweetheart?" He asked "three why?" You replied confused he smirked "you'll see" he said before leaning in and licking a strip up your wet pussy making you throw your head back against the pillow

Dean began by sucking your clit into his mouth before thrusting his finger inside you immediately finding your G- spot making you scream in pleasure "please dean feels so fucking good" you slurred out, Dean chuckled against you and added another finger, he arched them to keep hitting your G-spot and sucking your clit making you arch your back in pleasure and your hand ran through his spiked hair as you pushed him closer to you

It wasn't long before you were seeing stars as you orgasm washed through you "holy fuck dean I'm coming!" You squealed out, Dean sped up his movements as you panted, your legs shook as you came down from your high and taking deep breathes, your break didn't last long before Dean was back on you like a starving man, eating your pussy with such ferocity it had you weighing ok the bed moaning his name like it was the only hung you knew, once again you were coming hard and dean was liking it up as he didn't stop

You grinded your hips against his face feeling your third orgasm of the night already approaching, using his free hand, dean grasped your breast in his hand squeezing as he sped up his fingers as they hit your special place over and over again, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach however, this one felt different, stronger, your breathing became more ragged as you felt your orgasm take you down "Dean!" You screamed out as felt a wetness shoot out of you

Your whole body shaking as your chants of his name contined until Dean halted his movements "that was so fucking hot baby seeing you squirt" Dean said his face soaked in you juices you giggled moving on shaky legs towards him and pulled his boxers down his legs, he helped by kicking them off the rest of the way

You gently took his big hard member in your hand smearing his pre cum around his red tip before you started to jerk him off, Dean groaned before gently pushing you back against the bed, you looked up at him confused "tonight is all about you sweetheart" dean said leaning back in to capture your lips in a heavy kiss

Dean pulled away slightly in search of a condom he kept in his wallet which was nowhere in sight "damn it has to be out in the living room, I'll be right back sweetheart" dean rushed out before moving away, you quickly trapped him with your legs and he turned to look at you "I'm on the pill and I'm clean..." you said suggestively

Dean smirked pouncing on you, both hands grasping your shaky thighs, you moved to wrap them tightly around his bare hips and pulled him closer as you felt his hard cock press against your core, you moaned against his lips as pleasure shot through your body

Dean heaps his hard shaft and moved his tip to press against your entrance, "please dean" you whimpered out, dean chuckled as he gently pushed inside your dripping hole stretching your walls, you let out a shaky breath as you adjusted to his size "you okay sweetheart" dean asked as pushed all the way inside you "yeah I'm good, you can move now" you said pulling him into another kiss

Dean complied as pulled his hips all the way back before slamming back inside of you, "oh my-" you chocked out against his lips, Dean continued to slam his hips against yours at a hard slow pace making you want to scream "faster baby please" you begged fighting your legs around him

Dean complied as he began thrusting inside of you faster, the only sound left in the room were the moans and skin slapping skin

Deans cock was repeatedly hitting your G-spot, pushing you closer and closer to your fourth orgasm of the night "you're so fucking tight baby, I'm not gonna last much longer" dean said in between thrusts "me either" you moaned out and dean moved his hand down to rub your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head "oh my fucking god dean please don't stop!" You squealed as your scratched your nails down his back leaving deep red lines in their wake

"I'm gonna cum again" you moaned out breathless and dean sped his hips up even more "me too baby!" Dean said and it wasn't long until your felt the knot in your stomach snap and you came all over deans cock with a scream of his name, triggering his own orgasm as his white hot seed coated your walls.

Once both of you had calmed from your highs dean gently pulled out of you making you let out a small hiss at the empty feeling , he layback down beside you both you chests rising and falling with deep exhausted breaths “that was fucking awesome baby” dean said turning to you with a smile on his face sending you into giggles “yeah it was” you leaned into give him a small peck on his kiss swollen lips before pulling away to lay your head on his chest,

Dean wrapped his arm around your back and pulling you to rest against him “get some sleep sweetheart hopefully Sam and Bobby take there time getting to us so we can have round two in the morning” dean said sleepily and you smiled against his chest as you already felt the heaviness of sleep pull you away along with the comforting sound of deans heart beat reminding you that he was right there with you , safe and sound.

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Hey! Long time no see, I did have a few Christmas/ new year imagines in mind when starting this account however I was just going through a really rough period of time, my dog of 14 years passed away at the beginning of January and was sick throughout Christmas so I just wanted to spend whatever time I had left with him and writing just had to be put on hold, I will be much more consistent throughout ❤️

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hecateslore · 7 days

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baddie!reader and biker!simon.. they're kind of toxic so if you're not into people bickering and breaking up and then getting back together this may not be for you.

"So you're not going to talk to me?" Simon's voice rung through the speaker of your phone. "I'm getting my nails done," You popped your gum, phone resting between your shoulder and ear.

"And plus, You said I wasn't what you wanted anymore." You nodded at the woman doing your nails, pointing to the bright red shade. "Just because I said it, doesn't mean I meant it." Simon said. "You said it anyways, so it doesn't matter." You huffed, "Look you're gonna have to hang up, Im kind of busy."

"Busy enough to keep avoiding me?" Simon smirked, his arrogance bleeding through the speakers making you want to throw your phone. You sighed, "I'll call you later." You mumbled into your screen, "I'll be up."

"I don't like it when you come over this late," You let him in. "Leaving isn't problem." Simon grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "I'll get you some covers." You walked to your storage closet pulling out a fitted sheet and some throw blankets. You placed the sheets on the couch, "Are you hungry?" You asked, "I'm fine." He yawned, "Why can't you go home?" You crossed your arms, "It's long." He rubbed his hand over his face. You only nodded, "I'll be in my room, holler if you need anything."

"Hey," Simon said from the crack of your door, his voice hoarse. "What?" You look up from your phone screen, hiding the videos of people building terrariums. "Can't sleep." He makes himself comfortable on your bed, fluffing your pillows and wrapping his arm around your waist. "I'm tired," He complained, voice muffled. "How long are you staying?" You asked, pushing his head away from your chest. "I don't know, until it's clear to go back to my flat."

"So when will that be?" You asked annoyed with his uncertainty. "Well aren't you welcoming." He chuckled sarcastically, "Well when I'm told I'm not a factor in your life, i'm a little upset." You push his forehead, making him jerk away from you. "Go back to the couch." Simon gets up begrudgingly stealing one of your pillows.

"Don't touch these," Simon slipped the duffle bag under your bed. "Why?" You slide your skirt on, flattening the back. "Because don't. Price's coming over later to get it, I'll give you some money go out and buy stuff." Simon dismissed your confusion, placing a stack in your hands, You didn't complain taking the money gladly.

"Can I get a little bit more?" You pinched air, Simon sighed and reached for his clothes bag and pulled another wad of cash out, "Buy something useful." He took the rubber band off giving it to you, "I will." You peck his lips, Leaving some of your lipgloss on his.

"You like these?" You hold the two colorful thongs in front of his face, "They're cute." He said not looking up from his phone screen. "do you know what they are?" You cocked a brow, "Blouses." he mumbled, "It's underwear." You rolled your eyes, "And I bought them with you in mind." tossing them at him. You plopped next to him on the couch.

"You're annoying." You mumbled, pushing his thigh, "Stop," he muttered still distracted by his phone, "So what's happening," You ask, fixing his chain. "Stuff."

"Stuff," You mocked, "Did you have drugs in the duffel bag?" You chuckled attempting to coax the answers out-mostly to piss him off,

"Guns."

#baddie!reader #biker!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader

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bucksangel · 2 months

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angel ik it’s about 12 hours later since you posted about being bored and wanting some asks, but i’ve just woken up and am just imagining how it would feel waking up next to bucky, him trying to pull you back into bed with “come back to bed doll, it’s too early to get up” as he basically drags you into him so he can have you in his arms again. (can you tell i want a bucky to stop me from going to work by basically suffocating me in his arms) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

ok ok but same?? i just woke up and thank GOD i don't have to work today bc if i did and had a bucky in my bed i'd be forced to call out bc there's no way i'm gonna pass up the opportunity to get squished to death between those arms

and now you've given me inspo so here you go <3 (this is also the shortest thing i've ever written it feels weird)

Just One More

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 828

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, kissing and smooching, that's it i think

Everything is soft, warm, and hazy, it’s almost like being wrapped in the morning sun's rays as you float across the sky on a cloud. True peace exists only at this moment; Bucky’s arms are wrapped around your body, sleeping with his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair, absentmindedly kissing the top of his head.

But then your damn alarm decides to go off louder than ever - the alarm’s tone doesn’t change, it just always seems to be louder whenever you’re too comfortable to get out of bed. And dear Lord you don’t want to. You want to stay right here all day, only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. Other than that, you’d be adamant that neither of you were to leave your little bubble of love.

You’re nearly unable to reach your phone due to Bucky lying almost fully on top of you, but you manage to snag it before the alarm gives him a rude wake-up. Upon stopping it, you drop your phone on the pillow next to you, wrapping your arm around Bucky’s back again to rub up and down in a soothing motion. He stirs under your touch, rubbing his face into your chest like he’s a cat burrowing into a blanket, hiding from the world in the hopes of being allowed a few more minutes of sleep.

He groans when you laugh, your fingernails scratching at his scalp.

“Honey?” You whisper softly, kissing his forehead. “Baby, come on, we have to get up.”

“No,” he grunts, blindly reaching up one of his arms so he can cover your eyes with his hand. “Go back to sleep.”

You can’t help but laugh a little louder, especially when Bucky starts grumbling about needing his beauty sleep.

“You’re beautiful enough,” you say with a smile, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand off of your face so you can kiss his palm. “We need to get ready.”

Huffing, Bucky lifts his head, blinking several times before giving you a look so mean that others might be afraid, but it only makes you giggle harder. He’s such a baby. And it’s absolutely impossible not to kiss that pout off of his face, so you do. You press a soft, lingering kiss to his plush lips until he stops his whining and leans into it. But then you pull away, and Bucky pouts again.

“You’re going to wake me up and only give me one kiss?” He huffs again as he lifts himself off of your body so he can hover over you, one hand planted next to your head while the other grabs your left hand, threading your fingers together and bringing them up to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckles. “You know I’m going to need at least three more before I can even consider letting you out of this bed.”

“Three?” You ask with a laugh, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “How about two?”

“Four,” He grunts, eyes squinting.

“One?”

“Now that’s just rude!” Bucky exclaims as he pulls further back so he can truly look at you so incredulously that you can’t help but laugh again. “One kiss isn’t good enough. I need five.”

“Oh, now it’s five kisses?” Your giggling continues when he nods, dipping down to steal one. “How about this: I give you four more kisses and then we get up and get ready. Then I’ll give you another five kisses before we leave. Deal?”

Bucky sighs, knowing he’s lost this battle. Damn you and your tempting lips.

“Fine,” He grumbles, leaning down again.

With each kiss he gives you, you mumble one, two, three. But the final kiss gets a little more heated. His tongue slips through your lips and into your mouth, neither of you caring about the fact that you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. How can you when the man you love is so adamant about showing his affection for you that he gets genuinely upset when he can’t even hold your hand?

Before you lose yourself too far in the kiss, you pull away breathlessly. “Four.”

Bucky sighs, pulling away and rolling off your body. He gives you his best puppy dog eyes while you sit up and stretch, letting the blanket fall into your lap. It’s just as you move to get out of bed when he grabs your wrist again.

“Baby,” He says, causing you to turn and look at him with a playfully raised eyebrow. “Just one more?”

He smiles when you roll your eyes because just like he can never say no to you, he knows that you’d never deny him of anything that makes him happy. One final time, you lean over and kiss him, pulling away almost immediately so he can’t wrap his arms around you - because then you know you’d never leave the bed.

“Now, come on. We can’t be late to our own wedding.”

#hali <3 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader imagine #my writing #my drabbles #˚ʚ friends ɞ˚#𖥔 ๋ .•⋆. love letters .⋆•. ๋𖥔

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luna0713hunter · 7 months

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Can I request cheek kisses with Luffy, but like platonic? Like, they aren’t biological related, but they act a lot like sibling and give each other platonic cheek kisses?

Author's not : this is such a cute idea!hope you like it!

You'll always be my best friend

Monkey d.Luffy x platonic!reader

Summary : you always wished for a sibling growing up,but when you grow up with Luffy by your side and later join his crew,you understand you always had a brother by your side.

Warnings : absolutely none!,platonic reader and Luffy,friends who act like siblings , childhood friends

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When you hear Nami's shout from behind you,you and Luffy share a mischief glance before starting to run for your lives.

You knew Luffy since you were young.

Ever since you remember,you always wanted a sibling. Someone you could play with and do adventures alongside. So when you met Luffy one day,up on a three munching on fruits,you particularly became attached at hips.

Luffy dreamed big,ever since your childhood days. He dreamed of becoming the pirate king;of becoming someone worthy of Shanks' crew. And when he shared that dream with you under a blanket in your hiding spot inside Shank's ship,you knew you would live by his side and help him achieve that dream.

"Luffy!y/n!! I swear to god when i catch you two -!"

Luffy laughs by your side and as you fist bump him,you jump behind Sanji to protect yourselves from a very angry Nami. Sanji balances a tray of drinks in his hands with practice and lets out a small yelp. He sighs in relief when the glass dont fall down and break,and looks from you two to Nami and up to Nami's hair.

"What the-"

"they colored my hair!"

There's the sound of another pair of footsteps as Zoro climbs up the stairs;having woke up from his nap by the commotion.

"whats all the yelling abou-Whoa."

And when Usopp pops his head from between the doors,his mouth hangs open.

"i knew you and Zoro were related!!"

"Shut up,Usopp!!" Nami combs his now green hair with frustrated fingers and suddenly she's taking out a small pocket knife.

"I'm going to kill you two."

Sanji holds up his tray of drinks and steps backwards slightly.

"now now,no need for violence, Madame."

"step back if you dont wanna get killed either."

You look toward at Luffy from behind Sanji's strong form and giggle.

"she looks just like Zoro!"

"i know right?!your plan was brilliant!!"

"uh,guys," Sanji whisper/yells, "i suggest you two start running."

And when Nami lunged forward,you two jump and run for your lives.

Its a while before the two of you can hide from Nami. You try to sit comfortably behind the many supply boxes and grin when Luffy offers you half a tangerine. You much on the juicy fruit, groaning upon the sweet taste and look at the young boy sitting comfortably beside you.

"it was fun. But i think we're in danger for a few days."

"yeah. I think Nami's gonna kill us in our sleep."

The thought of Nami's green hair has you two stifling your giggles again. Luffy leans in,and presses his sticky-tangerine lips to your cheek,making you squeal while giggling loudly.

"dude!!you got tangerine juice all over me!"

And when Luffy laughs loudly,you jump on him and push him back on the floor,so while wrestling,try to kiss his cheeks to make them sticky as well.

The two of you fall asleep together like that.

Just like your childhood days,where the safest place was in Luffy's brother like embrace.

#monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece live action x reader #opla x reader #opla luffy

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teddy06writes · 1 month

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Lost Words

Alfie Solomons x gn!autistic!reader

Warnings: I guess the way I describe readers feelings/emotions? (all based on personal experience)

Prompt: I had a bad day at work, and this is a coping mechanism

Premise: After a long day at work stress you out to the point of shutting down, Alfie helps you calm down.

{I swear I'm gonna write hurt comfort for Alfie with the roles reversed I just need more motivation}

{also I'm thinking of doing an Alfie fic based on Much Ado About Nothing if anyones interested in that}

From where you were hiding inside your blanket cocoon, you heard the door to the house creak open, and Alfie calling to you that he was home. Cyril, who had been leaning against you, let out a whine, and shuffled to all but slide off the bed, before trotting off to greet his other owner.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to burrough further into the blankets. What only seemed to be a moment later, you heard Alfie entering the room, still cooing at Cyril.

"You alright my dove?" His voice was surprisingly gentle, coming from somewhere near the foot of the bed.

You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, and you heard him move closer, before he was gently pulling the comforter away from your head, humming worriedly, "Dove?"

You peeled your eyes open to find him peering down at you, concerned etched onto his face. Alfie's hand reached out to brush hair from your face, almost automatically before he caught himself, muttering, "RIght- sorry, love, sorry..."

He ran a hand over his beard, "You're havin' a quiet day then? Lost all your words cause of work, hm?"

Slowly you nodded, and he hummed again, muttering something to himself before disappearing from your field of vision. When he reappeared a moment or two later he'd stripped down to his shorts and undershirt, and began to gingerly climb into bed beside you, careful not to touch you.

"You just take your time then, love, and when you get all your words back you can tell your Alfie what's going on, yeah, dove?"

Alfie waited patiently, looking at you, not quite expectantly, but with some sort of reverence you couldn't place. Slowly, one of your hands snuck out from where it had been tucked firmly under your chin, to grab his hand where it rested on the mattress.

When you looked back up at him in aprehension, he seemed to understand, nodding, "'s alright, love."

You squeezed his hand tightly, and he squeezed back, albeit a bit more gently. It was times like this that you felt you could never truly express how grateful you were to have Alfie, who seemed to be the only person who ever truly understood you complex feelings, and never misunderstood what you meant just because you were 'wired different'.

Slowly you worked your way closer to Alfie, until he was able to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just tightly enough to provide relief from the itch that had worked its way under your skin. You buried your face in his chest, absently running your fingers over the soft fabric of his undershirt.

"That's it love," He murmured, his chest rumbling, "You just take your time, my dove. Aflie's got ya."

Eventually, when you would find your voice returning, you would tell Alfie about your day, rambling on about the good and the bad about how it all became to much, and he would listen. But for now, you were content with laying in comfortable silence, the two of you lost in your own little world.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x gn!reader #peaky blinders x autistic!reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x gn!reader #alfie solomons x autistic!reader #autistic!reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes

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gowonders · 7 months

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pervy childhood best friend soobin has been rotting my brain recently,,,

conflicted by his adoration for his best friend and the nasty thoughts and feelings he has for her ><

long night ♥ c.sb

minors dni with this post!!

warnings: fem reader, perv soobin (duhhh!!), pillow humping (soobin :p), small mention of scent, size and bulge kink i think!!!

GASSSPPP YOU ARE SO RIGHT. this actually had me screaming for a second 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 also lmk if you don’t like this because i can totally rewrite it!! it was just a quick little drabble i wrote in between assignments :3

soobin who’s known you since forever, soobin who’s grown up with you.. soobin who painfully notices how you’ve changed as you grown.. not emotionally— physically.

when you hang out at the park near his house, and it’s a little too warm, so you wear shorts, he notices the way your thighs squish together against the bench, or the way they slightly spill out from the denim.. making poor soobin have to cover his hard on with the folded blanket you brought to lay in later..

or when soobin comes over to your place to swim and inevitably.. you’re wearing a swimsuit.. thankfully, you’re at least wearing shorts? but those don’t even leave room for imagination, the way he can see the swell of your ass under the hem, or the way your cleavage shows in the swim top just enough.. what was going on with him? he just couldn’t stop thinking about his best friend in this light, he couldn’t help but admire your body.. and he definitely couldn’t help thinking about it when he got off with his fist, imagining it was yours instead..

you were his best friend. since childhood. it was wrong to think about you like this.. but it couldn’t be helped! you were just so perfect. not only your personality, but your body. he imagined the way your tits would roll under his larger hands, or how your pretty tummy would show a bulge when he fucked you so right.. the thoughts kept coming— it’s like his mind was always clouded with them, all he could think about was you.. and how he needed you. so bad.

so later, after you were both done swimming, you were both sat in your room, still cold and wet from the pool.

“i’m gonna shower, soobin! you’re cool in here by yourself, yeah?” you say, running your fingers through your wet hair. which leads soobin to quickly think about what those fingers are used for… until he nods quickly and gives you a smile. “yeah, yeah!! i needed to change anyways.” he says with a chuckle at the end, with all these thoughts blooming in his head, he’s gotten really good at hiding everything from you. which is definitely for the better.. if you knew what he thought of you, lord knows what’d happen..

you give him a thumbs up as you leave the room and head to your bathroom. alone. as soobin changes, he keeps eyeing your pillows. the ones you sleep on every night, maybe even drooled on a bit…?

he wastes no time sitting on your bed, fingers gently grabbing your pillow, is this wrong? of course.. but it was as close as he could get to you for now… with a swallow, he places the pillow on his lap and starts rubbing into it, biting his lip as he holds in his groans. the thought of you being only a few feet away, wet and nude really spurred him on, not to mention how you looked in your cute little swimsuit earlier.. he humped your pillow to reckless abandon. this was all so wrong, really.. but it’s not his fault, as you develop more.. he is too!! and it’s also not his fault you’re just so perfect and pretty and hot and—

his release hit him like a truck. maybe it was the smell of you on the sheets around him.. but that was faster than he thought.. and oh.. the sticky mess in his briefs. he’d have to deal with that the rest of the night..

he spots you coming back from the shower, pretty bare face and wet hair, clad with an oversized shirt (that you totally stole from him..) and shorts.. this was gonna be a long night.

#gowonder: answered!#gowonder: smut #txt #txt smut #txt x reader #soobin #soobin smut #soobin x reader

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yourimagines · 6 months

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Can you Peter Parker x top male reader

I hope this is good, I’ve never done this before 😬 I also didn’t know which Peter Parker you meant so I’ll wrote both off them (sorry for the Toby fans)

Loving you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut,

Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

“Peter!” I saw my boyfriend walking down the streets, he stopped and waved at me, I run up to him. “Hey Y/N, how your doing?” He had his hands in his pockets, looking a bit nervous. “Good, how are you?” “I’m good, thank you.” We both walked through the busy streets. “You have plans tonight?” “No you?“ he looked at me with big eyes. “No, we can hang out, just like last time.” I wiggled my eyebrows. He blushed. “Okay cool, I’ll see you later, I really need to go.” “Yeah sure, I’ll see you later Parker.” He waved me goodbye and walked away with the busy crowd.

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I knocked on his door, holding a bag with snacks and drinks. “Hey, come in.” Peter opened the door and stepped aside the let me in. “Hey, thanks.” I walked into the living room, placing the bag on the table. “I brought us some stuff.” “Good, I have some movies picked out.” He held up some movies. “Good, let’s start then.” I sat down on the sofa as Peter moved around to get the movie night started. He eventually sat down next to me. “You’re ready?” He nodded as he started the first movie. I placed one arm on the back of the sofa, making space for him to relax back against me. “What movie is this?” I asked while eating some popcorn. “The nun.” He said while grabbing a blanket. “Since when do you watch horror movies?” “Since now.” He crawled against me and placed the blanket over us. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him. “Peter Parker afraid of horror movies.” He slightly pushed me against my chest. “Oh shut it Y/N.”

Peter was hiding his face into my chest. “Is it over?” “No.” The scary part was still playing. “I don’t like this.” “I know. You shouldn’t pick out this movie.” I felt his hands travel a bit down to my stomach. “I’m sorry I thought I could handle it.” I caressed his head softly, going through his hair. “It’s fine, do you want to distract yourself a bit?” He looked up, big eyes looking at me. “Yeah.” “Yeah?” I smiled at him. I nod to my lower part, his eyes went down. “You want me to suck you off?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I think it’s better for you yeah, the movie is way to scary for you.” I caressed his cheek. He carefully nods. “Okay.” He ducked down the blanket against, I felt him taking my belt off and dropping my pants. My hand went under the blanket, carefully gripping his hair. I felt his hand stroking my throbbing member. “Peter don’t tease.” “Sorry.” I heard his small voice from under the blanket. Then I felt his lips, his tongue twirling around, sucking me. I gripped his head a bit tighter, moving my hips a bit against him. “Oh god..” I moaned out. I felt him talking. “Stop talking, just keep going yeah?” I felt him nod and moved his head up and down. “This is good, keep going.” I pushed it a bit more into his mouth, feeling he has to gag. “Is it to big?” He hummed. “It’s not, it fits perfectly.” My hands went through his hair and over his shoulders. “I’m gonna unload this into your mouth, just keep sucking me.” I grabbed his head and pushed a few times deep into his throat, unloading my seeds. “Just swallow.” He did what I told him and licked everything clean. “Good boy.” He crawled up, strangling me. “Can I come now?” His hips moving against my thigh. I smiled at him. “Keep riding my leg and we’ll see.” I placed my hands on his hips, helping him. He lets out some whimpers. ‘This is going to be a long night.’

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

I was hanging out with my boyfriend Peter, he was complaining about something what happened to him at school. “Then he smashed my camera.” “Who?” “Flash, the dickhead.” He sat down looking at me. “I’m complaining a bit to much aren’t I?” I chuckled. “No, it’s fine, come here.” I opened my arms for him. He smiles and crawls over to me. “It’s all going to be fine.” He placed his head on my chest. “Yeah I know, just a bit frustrated.” “I can help you with that.” He looks up, smiling at me. “Ohh you dirty.” I laughed at him. “Hey, your the one who’s whining.” “Oh am I?” I flipped us over. “Yes Parker, maybe I should help you with your problem.” My hand slowly traveled down to his member, already hard for me. “I don’t like teasing.” “I know.” As I started to make a hickey on his neck. “Y/N…” he moaned softly, his hands gripping my broad shoulders. My hand softly pumped up and down his member while I was sucking onto his neck. “You like this huh.” He nods. “Yeah I do..” I carefully went down on him, his whining became louder as I placed a kiss on his shaft. “Oh fuck.” His hands going through my hair. I chuckled at him, seeing him all whining under my touch. I traced my finger over his hole. “Just fuck me already Y/N.” With that a pulled a finger into his ass. He moaned. “Let me stretch that hole off yours first.” I started to finger him as I teasingly licked his and sucked his throbbing member. “Oh this is good y/n.” His hands travel down my hair to my shoulders and back up. I stopped and looked at him. He whines at me. I grabbed his waist and flipped him over, lining him up, my big tip teasing him against his hole. “Don’t tease me y/n, just di it already….” I bend him over and pushed it in. He moaned out my name. “Oh your ass is good.” I grabbed him firmly by his hips, fucking him good, he starts to moans and whine, gripping the sheets. “So good, you’re so good to me babe.” I started to pace up. “Don’t stop, I’m coming.” He moaned as he sprayed his seeds onto the sheets. “I’m filling you up babe.” I snapped my hips one more time and I filled his hole with my seeds. I took it out as my seeds was dripping out his hole. “Are you still frustrated?” “No.. cuddle me.” I chuckled. “I will but first let me clean you up.”

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kitthepurplepotato · 8 months

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Chapter 3 - “Pillow Talk”

Summary: Katsuki is “forced” to tell his parents about his girlfriend. Later during the night, he shares his true feelings with Y/N.

Warnings: Swear words, that’s it!

Season 1 💥 Season 2 Chapter 1 💥 Master List

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Mitsuki’s mug falls on the floor as she takes in the view in front of her.

It’s not like she wasn’t sure these two will end up together eventually and there was also that phone call with Katsuki which made his son’s intentions with this girl obvious, she just didn’t think her boy will actually do it so soon. Plus, they acted more like two bickering siblings, teasing each other through the whole evening. Even though they were sharing a blanket they didn’t move towards each other at all. Mitsuki was sure they have a long way to go before the time feels like right for them confess to each other.

So… this… in front of her… was a massive surprise. Mitsuki stopped breathing when his son looked at Y/N with that confused and longing look. She froze completely when Y/N looked back at him. She has no idea how much time has passed since the impromptu staring contest but when she blinked herself back to life the two were kissing on her sofa, in each other’s arms while the movie rolled on the TV, completely ignored by the whole family.

Mitsuki didn’t mean to drop her mug and ruin the moment; she wanted to wait it out and then start yelling profanities to his ungrateful son of a bitch son who forgot to tell her about this massive change in his life.

“I’ll clean that up, honey.” Masaru jumps up from the sofa, leaving the soon-to-be battleground, the coward.

“Katsuki fucking Bakugou.” Mitsuki sneers. “Didn’t you forget to tell me something?!”

“Oh shut up, old hag.” Katsuki rolls his eyes while Y/N tries her best to hide under the blanket. “Stop staring and watch your fucking cheesy movie.”

“Oh, you mean the cheesy movie that made you do cheesy fucking shit on my couch that ended up in a make out session right in front of your parents?!” Mitsuki says, not believing his son’s shenanigans.

“Jesus, I kissed my girlfriend, put my head on a fucking spike!” Katsuki retorts, offended. She’s gonna kill this boy.

“Katsuki, that’s not the problem here.” Y/N mumbles under the blanket.

“Then what is the fucking problem?!” Katsuki yells, utterly confused. Mitsuki still can’t believe his son listens to someone.

“You didn’t tell her we are a couple! I knew this is a terrible way to tell them. Your father already ran away.” She sighs.

“Why didn’t you say so?!”

“Like you ever listen to anyone you fucking madman!” Y/N appears under the covers now; apparently she’s had enough time to get over her embarrassment.

“That’s true.” Katsuki deadpans and looks between the two ladies with a confused face. “Now what.”

“Oh my god, you are insufferable.” Y/N sighs again. “Mrs. Bakugou, I am dating your son.”

“We ain’t dating.” Katsuki retorts and you look at him with a confused look on your face. “We are in a serious relationship so get used to her cuz she’s ain’t going anywhere. Don’t bug her with your wedding dress designs though, she might freak out.”

“Are you not freaking out?” Y/N asks, utterly confused now.

“Why would I? It doesn’t matter if it’s now or in a few years, it will eventually happen, we might as well get over with it.” Katsuki deadpans. Mitsuki can’t help but snort at that.

“Really romantic Katsuki, can’t wait.” Y/N rolls her eyes but there is a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Okay, you menace, I’ll make it so fucking romantic you will cry your fucking eyes out. You just wait.” Katsuki clearly took it as a challenge which is funny and sad at the same time but to be honest, you knew what you’re getting into when you said yes to be the madman’s girlfriend; you might not have cheesy stories to tell your kids but funny ones?! You’ll have a shit ton of those, that’s for sure.

“That’s it.” Mitsuki throws her arms in the air. “I’m bringing out my wedding dress ideas!”

“MOM!” Katsuki yells after his mother but it’s a lost cause; the book is in her hands already.

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As the sun goes down and the world gets dark, another uncomfortable conversation is about to happen.

The conversation about…

“So, Y/N is sleeping with you, right? I ain’t gonna wash the sheets for no reason, work smarter not harder and shit.” Mama Bakugou looks at you two. Well, this is awkward.

It’s not like there is any shame in not sleeping together yet, one way or another, you haven’t been together for that long, but it’s still such a sensitive topic and you are quite sure your boyfriend does not want to have that conversation with his mother.

“Whatever he wants, I’m fine with both.” You mumble quietly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and tries to play it cool.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Menace.” He smirks. What the fuck does he mean by that?! He was fine the last time you shared a bed! And before… oh wow, you actually forgot you spent a few nights together already due to a a mission that went terribly wrong. The mission ended up with you two making out on Katsuki’s office desk though. Your cheeks heat up as you remember his soft touch in the middle of the night, on the day he got quirked by the villain, Anguish; and the time he pulled you close and inhaled your scent to calm himself after a nightmare, a day prior the incident.

“Uhm… wait until you wake up on the floor, Blasty boy.” You try to smirk back, but you probably only make yourself look like a foolish teen trying to flirt with the coolest boy in the class.

Mitsuki jumps into your conversation.

“I’ll ignore you two bantering like you’ve never slept in the same bed before.” Mitsuki says, her hands up in the air in surrender and moves towards her room to retreat for the night.

“Oi, we’ve slept together before.” Katsuki retorts, offended, yelling after his mother with a red face. “I ain’t scared to share a bed with my woman! Put in your earplugs, just in case.” Katsuki retorts and you roll your eyes; that’s a fucking bluff but what can you do with his fragile masculinity? It’s a part of him, let’s be honest.

“TMI, son. Good night.” She looks at her son one last time with one brow raised mockingly.

“Fuck off, hag.” Katsuki spits and makes his way towards the bathroom. “Let’s wash up.” He stomps away aggressively, pulling you with him for some weird ass reason. You stop in the middle of your tracks; Katsuki needs to take the chill-pill. Right now.

“Katsuki, calm down. First of all, you have no clothes to change into. Second of all, I’m quite sure you don’t want us to wash up together, but correct me if I’m wrong.” You grin while Katsuki rolls his eyes aggressively.

“You are still a fucking menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he changes his route to go back to his room instead.

“And you still like me.” You tease but his answer makes your insides churn in an uncomfortable way.

“I don’t like you.” Katsuki announces, his voice strong and unwavering; they also sting like a bitch. You’re rendered speechless. “Yeah, think about that.”

You will… definitely… think about that.

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“So… why did you act like a thirty year old virgin in front of your own mother, Katsuki?” You ask while Katsuki shuffles as far away from you as possible on the bed. It can’t get more awkward than this; your mind is still clouded by his cruel words and Katsuki… is being Katsuki. Rude and distant. You can’t believe this man was kissing your scars just a few hours ago, kneeling in front of you like you are the most valuable treasure the world has ever seen.

Well, family does that to people sometimes, you guess. You can love and appreciate your family but sometimes, it’s just hard be yourself around them. You can only hope his facade will slowly crumble as Katsuki takes a few deep breaths and settles in the bed.

“I don’t fucking know.” Katsuki grumbles. “It was so fucking awkward to talk about this with her. She always makes me feel so fucking small. She always does that and I hate it.” He shuffles to the side of the bed so you can’t see his face. This might not be the comfortable conversation you’ve been looking for, but seeing Katsuki’s vulnerable side is so rare you feel genuine gratitude towards the whole situation.

“She loves you. So much.” You mumble into your pillow, moving your body to the other side to face his bare back. It’s full of scars, probably rough to the touch, but you would do anything to be able touch all of them, slide your fingers over the broken tissue, one scar after another until you trace every single one on his body; you want to remember them all, have them carved into your heart so you can see them even when your eyes are closed and your mind is fuzzy. “She worked months on those wedding dresses, Katsuki. Months. One of them had small explosions embroidered onto the fabric which only you could see; it looked pure white from the distance. She took me into the family without a single fucking question, because she trusts you. Some people suck at showing affection and love, and it definitely runs in the family, but Katsuki, you are so fucking loved here.” You sigh, your hand reaching towards his back unconsciously. You take your hand back in the middle of the movement, terrified of scaring him away; vulnerable Katsuki must be handled with care and caution like a wounded wild animal; one single mistake and the softness is replaced by sharp teeth and aggressive growls.

“I can’t do it. I don’t know how. I can’t see it either. I can’t see someone loving me, there’s nothing here to love. I’m a fucking mess. I don’t know what I’m doing and I fucking hate this feeling.” The end of sentence is muffled by his pillow but you can hear it loud and clear. This whole situation reminds you of the day he got quirked and you hate it. Really, really hate it.

“Katsuki, can I touch you?” You ask hesitantly. Katsuki nods but doesn’t move towards you so you put your hands on his back and trace the scars, just how you wanted in the first place.

“There is so much to love, Kats.” You smile and Katsuki’s body tenses under your touch. “For instance, today you made me stand up for myself and ask for the food I like. You made me feel like I can have what I want. You reassured me you want me in your life forever. You looked at me like I’m the best thing in the world, while we watched that stupid movie with your mom. You kissed my scars like they are something to cherish and not something to hide. You gave me your favorite old T-shirt to sleep in.” You smile fondly.

“How do you know it’s my favorite T-shirt?” Katsuki asks, his voice deep and tired.

“Even though it’s freshly washed it still smells like burnt sugar.” You admit and take a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent. Katsuki doesn’t move towards you, he’s still facing the wall instead, but he takes a deep breath and sighs, some of the tension leaving his body with his exhale.

“When I said I don’t like you… I really don’t think I do. I don’t think it’s the right word. It doesn’t feel right.” Katsuki mumbles. Your hand stops on his back and your breath hitches. You have no idea where is he going with this; is it a good or a bad thing? Fuck, you are really tense.

“Describe it.” You whisper, snuggling closer to his back. He tenses for a second, but it doesn’t last long.

“I don’t like people in general. They annoy me. I always hated them, I hated how it was necessary to be surrounded by them to stay on the top; when I was a child, I kept a few idiots around just to have some people by my side… Just to bully the shit out of Deku and share the blame. I hated them. I thought I hated Deku even more, but… I really don’t. He annoys the shit out of me but he’s been the one constant thing in my life, the one person who stayed by my side even when I fucked everything up. When I was attacked by the sludge monster, those fuckers just left me there to die. But Izuku… he tried to save me even though he was very weak back then. Even though I told him to go and die, he decided to die for ME. And even then, I still resented him, the whole idea of him being my closest friend. I fought against it and made his whole life miserable, yet he stayed. I might have apologized to him, but I’ve never said thank you. I can’t do it.” Katsuki sighs, deep in thought. “Then Eijirou came along… that fucker was a true menace; I yelled at him so much yet he only grinned and looked at me like it’s a fucking praise. I hated him so much for being a nuisance, I thought he’s nothing but another useless idiot who’ll run away from me with the first chance he’s got. Then he saved my life. It was so fucking dangerous, Y/N, but he did it anyway. Then you…. Fuck.” Katsuki’s voice wavers. “You just barged into my fucking life, yelling and clawing at me at every available moment, then turned my whole fucking life upside down and I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore. All these fucking feelings are choking me. I don’t know what to do with them. I thought I have everything I wanted except the number one title, but then I started to feel like something’s missing and hated you for it. I still do. You made me want all the things I thought I’ll never have. You opened up these fucking doors and I don’t know what to do with them. I know I should be thankful, but I’m not there yet. But one day, I’ll tell you how fucking thankful I am that you pulled me out of my misery. It’s like the world was black and white and you painted it with fucking colors, but they hurt my eyes so much, even though it’s so pleasant to see them. I don’t like you, Y/N. The word is too shallow. It means fucking nothing and you are way more than that. I feel like if this would be just a dream and I’d wake up from it, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. It’s like a part of you lives inside me and I’m a fucking zero without you in my life. I can’t see myself without you Y/N, and it really fucking terrifies me. You are my weakness. You are the bane of my fucking existence. You are something I’ve never wanted but I can’t live without. You are really important to me. A part of me. That’s what I feel. I hate it.”

You don’t know what to say. Your face is wet with tears, ugly sobs bubbling up as you repeat his words in your head, slowly understanding the implications of them.

You want to pour all your feelings into him, kiss him until he understands how much you love this side of him and how thankful you are for his existence. You want to go to bed with him every day, exchanging vulnerable secrets with each other under the blanket of the night, safe and content in each other’s arms.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki finally decides to show his face, turning around so you can see he him rolling his eyes. If it wouldn’t be so dark you would see how red-rimmed they are. “You are such a sap.”

“Oh, shut up, Kats.” You murmur and push yourself closer, your arm slowly snaking around his ridiculously thin middle. When Katsuki doesn’t pull away, you rest your head on his chest, snuggling impossible close until you are nothing but a mess of limbs. None of you say a anything after that, all the unsaid words swirling around you in the shape of tiny blades, they carve into your heart, quick and painful, but you try your best to resist.

I’m in love with you.

It’s not the right time to say it, so you bare with the pain in your chest and close your eyes; you take a deep breath, your mind already hazy from the scent of burnt sugar.

It’s a good kind of pain, because you know that one day, you’ll be able to speak freely about all of this and he’ll say it back.

And when that day comes, you’ll be the happiest person in the entire world.

Another day, another week, another month, another year… it doesn’t matter. You are willing to wait for eternity if it’s needed.

“Good night, love.” You mumble half asleep, not even aware of the words stumbling out of your mouth.

“Yeah. That’s the word.” Katsuki mumbles back, but you are way too sleepy to understand it.

The sleeps take you quickly in the safety of Katsuki’s arms and you don’t remember the last time you’ve slept so soundly through the night. One day, you need to thank Katsuki for that.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- This chapter was so cute 😭😭😭😭 (I’m also fangirling because I wrote this a few weeks ago so I kinda forgot how cute it is 😂) I love how Katsuki finally confessed in his own weird way.

- The way he described his feelings is actually a reference for the wedding chapter in first season where Y/N asked him how would he describe his dream partner. He literally said the same thing back then 😭

- Also, if you haven’t read the first season: Katsuki tends to talk a lot in bed and it’s easier for him to speak freely about his feelings before or after sleep so most of the emotional conversations will probably be in bed in the later chapters as well. The bed and the darkness is Katsuki’s safe place after all.

- The next chapter will be 18+, so if you are underage/not comfortable with that kind of stuff just ignore next week’s chapter; there will be a brief summary in the chapter after for those who decide to skip it! I’m trying my best not to make this season too explicit but Katsuki has his mind of his own and he just does things? (I don’t know how normal people write, but for me, my characters have their own mind. I had so many plans in the past that I had to scrap because I felt like that’s not what the character would do in certain situations. I’m a weirdo, I know.) When these two get their shit together there will be less of this kind of content, so don’t worry!

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callsign-joyride · 8 months

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For some reason the link to request won’t work on my phone :( . Can I please request a Fall Fluff for Jake for prompt 15 where the reader is the one who is sick ?

Chicken Noodle Soup | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Jake worries that you're having second thoughts about the relationship, only to find that the reason you haven't been responding is because you've been sick all day.

Content warnings: Fanboy being a menace, mentions of an illness/virus (NOT COVID-19), fluff

Prompt: 15. Sender lies next to the receiver (who is recovering from injuries or illness) and spoons them while staying awake to make sure their health doesn’t deteriorate overnight.

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Jake was stressed. You hadn’t been dating for very long, and you weren’t technically official, but it was Hard Deck night and you hadn’t responded to his text messages since last night. He was tempted to call you to check in and see if everything was okay, but he didn’t want to seem clingy and obsessive while it was totally possible that you forgot to plug your phone in the night before, or that you left it at home while you were getting ready for work.

“Honestly, man, I was thinking she’d ghost you a lot sooner than this,” Fanboy said as they were getting their things to leave. Jake didn’t even have the energy to react.

“You’re good at relationships, Rooster. Would it be weird if I drove by her house on my way home?”

“I don’t know, man. None of us have ever met her but maybe she’d be okay with it based on what you’ve said about her in passing.”

“Or maybe she doesn’t exist and he wanted to hide the fact that he’s not getting laid.”

“Dude, too far,” Payback said to Fanboy. Jake just shrugged it off and grabbed his bag before heading out to his truck and finding your address in his phone. You lived pretty close to base so it wasn’t a very bad drive at all. Right as he turned down your street, his phone started ringing and your name was on the screen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you but I think I’ve got the flu or a common cold or something.”

“Do you want me to bring you medicine? I’m like five minutes from a CVS.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s Hard Deck night. You should be out with your friends. I can go another time. I think I’ll make some soup and go back to sleep.”

“Hard Deck night is a weekly thing and Coyote’s deployed so I kind of don’t want to go anyways. I’d have more fun staying in with you. Plus I’ve got a family recipe of chicken noodle soup and it’ll probably be the best chicken noodle soup you’ll ever have.”

After a moment, you sniffled and said that he could come over and that you’d leave your door unlocked. He walked into your house about an hour after he got off the phone with you with reusable bags on his arms. You were laying on the couch under a blanket while an 80’s movie played on the TV.

“I brought medicine,” he said as he unloaded everything in the kitchen. You peered over the couch and smiled before taking a sip of your Gatorade that was on the coffee table. He came over to sit next to you after getting everything put away. It was almost unbelievable how sick you were, considering that you felt completely fine the day before. Your fever broke earlier in the day but you had been sleeping for most of it, living off of Gatorade and nearly stale crackers that you found in the back of your pantry. You changed the channel to something that you knew he’d like before nuzzling into the pillow that you brought from your bedroom.

“Poor thing. I’m gonna get your soup started. It should take about half an hour, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded your head and scrolled through social media before going back to sleep for a little bit. The smell of the soup was what woke you up a little bit later, as Jake walked over and placed your bowl on the table in front of you. He made enough to last you a whole week, and he even offered to send you the recipe if you liked it. He was right, it was the best chicken noodle soup you’d ever had. Ten o’clock rolled around and even though it was considered early for you, you grabbed your pillow and blanket and started heading up the stairs. You were surprised when Jake followed you, considering that you had spent the few hours since you ate barely talking to each other.

“I need to shower,” you said as you got your pajamas out.

“Okay. I’ll wait here.”

He had sent a few texts to the Dagger Squad group chat while you were in the shower, saying that he’d see everyone in the morning but that he had to take care of you. You took a big sip of water before crawling under the covers, Jake following suit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he wrapped an arm around your middle.

“Staying with you, if that’s okay.”

“What if I get you sick?”

“I’ll take time off. Mav loves me so it’ll be fine. I don’t want anything to happen to you through the night.”

“Oh. Okay. Then yeah, you can stay. But don’t come crying to me if you get the man flu.”

“Trust me, I won’t. My dad taught me and my brothers better than to be dramatic so that a woman will take care of us.”

“That’s good,” you said with a chuckle.

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Chilly

wc: 673

notes: that one interview where gege said that gojo doesn't sleep much/get enough sleep :( when i find you gege.

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It’s around that time of year where you go to sleep with the windows open because it’s super hot, and wake up freezing from the chilly early morning air.

And so here you are, despite being under the blanket you feel goosebumps all over your body. There should be a giant white-haired heater next to you, but as you shuffle and feel around for him, you’re met with an empty bed.

You slowly peek your head out from under the covers. The sun hasn’t risen yet so the room is still dark, but you still scan around the room in hopes of finding him. He did tell you that he had a day off today, so where could he be? Did they call him in for some emergency? Maybe he was just in the bathroom. He normally wakes up periodically like this, but doesn’t usually leave until he tells you and places a kiss on your temple.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a sharp breeze that makes your whole body shudder, grabbing your phone and hiding under the covers again.

Where are you?

You sent the message, but contemplate on if you should’ve just called him. Woulda been faster maybe.

[toru <3] Miss me?

Your phone dings as he replies instantly.

Just answer the question please.

[toru <3] Ugh. I’m downstairs, what’s wrong?

What the hell are you doing downstairs? Come back here??

[toru <3] Aw, feeling lonely?

You could see the little “typing” bubble from his end and you already know he’s gonna say something dumb.

I’m freezing, come close the window.

[toru <3] Close it yourself >:(

No :(( plus what’re you even doing, come and sleep.

[toru <3] Can’t though, that’s why I came down here and got myself somethin’ to eat.

You okay?

[toru <3] I’m okay, princess.

Your heart swells at his gentleness, and you start to feel bad for him. He doesn’t get much sleep plus he’s so overworked. You’re about to suck it up and just close the window yourself when he sends another message.

[toru <3} I’m coming btw, want a snack?

You chuckle at him for asking, because only he’d have a snack while most of the world is still sleeping.

Nah just some water, thanks :p

[toru <3] Suit yourself love.

He slowly creeps in the room a minute later, sauntering over to your side of the bed and setting the water down on the side table. “Thanks.” You whisper and lower the blanket so that only the top half of your face is out and he smiles. His soft smile never ceases to make you smile as well.

Another crisp breeze breaks you two from your trance.

“Crap, it is cold.” He says with an exaggerated shiver and goes over to window to close it.

“All done, can my baby go back to sleep now?” He asks with a grin.

“Yes, but only if you get back in here.” Patting the spot next to you on the bed. He walks over to your side of the bed again and bends down to place a kiss on your cheek. A sweet and gentle action, followed by him doing a somersault over your body and onto his side of the bed, an “oof!” leaving your mouth.

He chuckles. “Sorry baby, couldn’t waste a second. Had to get on the bed asap!” You roll you eyes with a smile at his comment as he pulls the blanket over him.

“D’you wanna try sleeping again? C’mere.” You ask, but it was barely a question since your arms already brought his head down to lay in the crook of your neck, bodies close, and legs tangled.

You lazily run your fingers though his hair, earning you a low hum in satisfaction. “Keep doing that and I might just.” He mumbles against your skin.

So you keep at it despite the sleep tugging at your eyes. You’d stay awake for hours if it meant he could sleep even another minute. But you know he would do the same for you.

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In the forest where no one can see (Jake sully x F!reader) ((NSFW warning))

Pandora was your dream, it always has been, to get away from earth and explore something new. And now you got that chance. You have studied nature on earth for so many years, you even got an award for it, so when you got an offer to come with and study pandora, you of course agreed.

Working with the team was a blessing, you meet so many nice people before you left for your base inside pandoras forests. However, at the time, one of your friends found your base and decided to stay for a bit, the only difference is that he is now very big, and very blue. What could ever happen?

This takes place slightly before the main events of Avatar, jake sully has still gotten his na'vi body, and it may feel bad for some, but jake falls in love with you and not neytiri, however, they remain friends, and just maybe she falls for you too 🤭

Also this is a old chapter just posted here cause why not, my writing skills have improved and won't be cringe 😔✋️

Also this is a nsfw of His na'vi form and you, but as a human, so if that's not your cup of tea then scroll ❤️

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Back when you were a child, you were always told you would fail, that what you would learn would not matter in the future.You decided to shove those thoughts up their asses and prove them otherwise.

The soft humming from the outside made you sit up in your bed, the air felt humid despite the planet you were on, it was still dark in the room as you stood up, the soft blanket sliding off your body as you made your way to the sealed shut window. Once your feet made contact with the floor, the hair on your arms stood up, you could feel your arms getting cold now but you leaned forward to look outside. It was yet morning, and the glowing plants you had planted outside on the small window seal glowed so very pretty against your window. Back when you were a child, being on a planet like pandora would be a dream only, but here you are. Creatures were flying around outside, their small voices were muffled out due to the window, but your eyes would follow their movements with a smile, how beautiful.

Your attention was snapped back to reality as you heard the beeping of your computer in the other room, turning your head slightly, your gaze drifted onto the screen that could be barely seen from where you stood. You recognize that face even if it's tiny. It was Dr grace.

You quickly grabbed the blanket on the floor and tied it around your wrist, hiding your underwear from the world, once done, you quickly made your way to the bed and threw over the other blanket on the floor, making the bed look decent. once finished, you started to speed walk into the small living room and quickly sat down in front of the grey computer, unlike some people. holograms never were your thing, you enjoyed the comfort of a typical computer. With quick use of your fingers on the keyboard, graces face popped up with a cheery smile, she quickly said your name before she put down what looked to be a lot of papers on her desk, and you could see some people in the background passing by, giving grace a good morning, guess they all got woken up early aswell

“Sorry for calling out of nowhere, I could use some company when I write these papers” She stated as you sat down, holding your arms on your knees, a simple smile was given from you “That's fine, glad I was the first person you decided to call,” you said while you looked down under the table, taking out a hairbrush. Grace simply laughed at you, a sweet laugh, however.

“don't tell me you just woke up, shouldn't you write those assignments, you know we need more information about site 32” She said while pushing the stack of papers to the side, tilting closer to the screen “And here I thought you were gonna write Your papers miss, but I assure you, I will be heading out to the site later today, I just deserved a small break this morning, was a tough day yesterday” you said with a sigh as the brush combed its way in your hair. “Tough day? don't tell me..do you intend on befriending that creature?” She said with a slightly raised voice, not angry but confused, you only stared back at her before you tilted your head to the side.

“I mean, it's going better now, it's not often a thanator gets close to you and doesn't Immediately attack you, I just gave it some food, no big deal, I had a way to escape so it worked out just fine,” You said with a small laugh, your eyes going over her face, despite her age, you found her still beautiful, as she kept saying minor curses that you should be careful and everything, your eyes would focus on the window, the forest was so pretty, you could never get over that. Your chat with grace lasted for a while as the sun started to light up the forest, aswell as your room. Grace had mentioned that they showed some of the new walkers their avatars the other day and that she was currently writing some stuff about it.

At this point you were laying down on the couch, chewing on some fruits you managed to pick from the forest, non-lethal of course, with a small sigh you scooted up on your sidearm and looked at the screen, Grace was writing on her notes while drinking some coffee, you both enjoyed to keep each other company even if none spoke, it was a comfort that you both enjoyed, just knowing someone is there for you.

A loud shake rattled out in your base, causing you to sit up straight with wide eyes, the teacup you had earlier almost spilled over the table, making you attempt to catch it, only to hold your hands in the air. Grace noticed your sudden movements and put down her pen, looking at the screen closer “Deary what's wrong? you alright?” Grace asked, worry hitting her eyebrows as you looked around, the sounds stopped so you looked down at your computer again, moving closer to it “I apologize to grace, I just heard something, I call you back later alright,” you said as you leaned over and closed the video call, despite graces words that you should not. Standing up, you secured the blanket closer to your body, making it look like a long skirt as you walked away from the couch, it was silent, did you mishear something?

No, you definitely heard something, the ground shaked under you before. You moved towards the corner of the room, picking up a machete that was leaning against one of the wooden boxes with food, the machete you were given by the soldiers before you left, they told you to only use it if necessary. Feeling its heavyweight in your hand gives you a small kind of comfort.

Your hands tightened around it as you walked towards the sealed shut door, feeling a part of your legs shiver, was it a beast? maybe the thanator that followed after you yesterday, once you got close to the door, you double checked it, the door consisted of two parts, airtight to make sure the air you had inside would not get out, the chamber serving as a break to close the first door, then the last one, the one you stood next to, leading into your base.

The first door started to make noise, making you hold the machete tighter, soon it started to crack open, which caused you to half stumble back. Fingers were pulling it open before you could progress what just happened, you were staring back at a na’vi, it was slightly hard to see but from the looks of it, the na´vi was struggling with the door, it pushed the door fully open resulting in light shining in. The na´vi wore clothes like humans, this caused you to lower your machete onto the ground with a sigh, feeling a small ache in your knuckles from holding it so hard.

It was one of your team then. The na’vi was struggling to fit in the small space betwine both doors, it was almost cruel to watch as he tried to gather his long legs, and it was not long until he looked towards you, the glass hiding you with a blurry image. Moving to the keypad next to the door, you typed in the password, allowing the door to slide open with ease. The na’vi looked at you now that you were in view before he climbed past, well, crawled you would say.

“Do forgive me but why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the base?” You questioned the man in front of you as you put away the machete back in the corner. His eyes connected with yours before he let a big toothy smile come out, this made you squint your eyes slightly, but once your name left his lips you looked stunned “Jake?” You questioned as you went closer to him, oh lord was he tall, grace never mentioned he was the one who got into his avatar yesterday.

If he wanted to, he could very easily pick you up with zero effort. “Sorry for bursting in here out of nowhere, look! I can walk” He stated in a very happy voice, his tail swaying behind him, you only laughed slightly as you walked towards him, jake had to crouch down onto his knees to fit in your living room. "yeah I noticed that you are soo big!" You laughed out as you stood next to him, putting your hand next to his shoulder.

"Yeah this is awesome, man you should have seen it! I was able to do so much" he stated as he shifted to the side slightly, however in doing so, his tail accidentally knocked down one of the containers of plants you collected before, and the ruckus snapped you out from comparing his arm to your own as you watched some of the seeds you collected scramble over the floor. "I'm so sorry, still getting used to this body" jake said with a small innocent chuckle as he watched the seeds roll on the floor.

you waved your hand with a small smile, signaling that it was fine before you quickly tried to get around him, but so did he, as you stood next to the fallen container and the seeds, he tried to move around to help, but he does more harm than good, before you could even pick up the container to begin collecting the seeds, he has accidentally knocked you over, making a sorry sound as he tried to grab you before you meet the floor, but alas, he was too late.

You felt pain as your ass meet the hard floor, and a loud hiss came out from your lips “oh lord that fucking hurt,” You said as your eyes shifted up to jake, however, something was wrong, he just sat there, his yellow eyes looking at you “dude what's wrong? you can't just move around like that, this place is meant for humans normally, not big blue cat men” You said before your hands went around to grab the container, the silence was almost confusing for you, as your eyes landed back on jake, you noticed how he quickly avoided eye contact “jake, is something wrong” you asked, making him look at your face for a moment before his hand pointed downwards, confused, you looked down. The blanket.

Heat raised onto your cheeks as you quickly scrambled down to pick up the blanket, curse your laziness to put on clothes, and cursed blankets for being so comfy to have around your body. “You saw nothing! You hear me!” You shouted out as your cheeks felt like they were on fire, with some quick movements, you placed all the seeds in the container, avoiding eye contact with the avatar next to you. The container was placed back on its spot as you half ran to the side of the room, pressing a few buttons.

The blanket was held tightly against your body as the floor opened in a corner of the room, once it beeped out twice, you quickly started to push jake towards the opened entrance in the floor “Just! just go down there! It’s bigger than this place so you should be able to fit” You blurted out, Jake muttered a small apology as he started himself to crawl over to the entrance, the entrance is a tad small but he could squeeze in rather easy so it did not take long before he jumped down into a much larger room, with a loud thump on the floor, he looked up at you with his ears pointed downwards, but you paid no attention to that as you left him there and sprinted to your room to get dressed. - Jake felt like a fool, he could still feel his heartbeat pounding against him, he did not intend on knocking you down, nor did he intend to stare for so long, his hands went to his neck as he tried to calm down. Sure he always liked you but seeing you like that made his head spin, his eyes glanced down noticing his tail swaying left and right, causing him to grip it and hold it still. Once it stopped moving, He held his hands on his face, dragging them along his face and making tired noises.

It was good that his body could hide his blush. his attention soon went to look around, his head tilting up at the lights on the roof, then down to the normal area. it was a decently large room, big enough so he could stand up, the number of boxes made sense to him as this looked to be a storage room, his eyes looking at different containers. it did not take long before he walked over to a few of them, with a few strides with his long legs, he got up to a shelve with different size containers. jake started to look at them all, turning a few of the upside-down. his fingers started to trace over the surface of one container with a blue lid. Eiry flowers were the label on it, his curiosity got the better of him. As they say, curiosity killed the cat, well, in this case, curiosity killed the blue cat.

He sat down on the floor in front of the shelf, holding the small container in his large hands, it was hard to get up, but only due to how big his fingers were. His legs started to feel slightly cold from the metal floor, however, his mind was focused on the container. His ears twitched slightly as he attempted to open it once again, but it popped open with a little effort, he was strong after all. His eyes scanned the inside, but the only thing he saw was a ball-looking thing, not very flowery according to him.

Hesitantly, he looked closer before he carefully grabbed it, the soft texture felt like a balloon from earth, it had a pretty color aswell, a pink tone mixed with a blue hue. He grabbed the container again from the floor and attempted to put it back, but he accidentally pressed too hard on the flower, causing it to burst. A yellow-looking powder shot out from it and into the air, his mouth widen slightly as he leaned backward and he soon squinted his eyes fast before the powder struck him in the eyes, however, he accidentally inhaled it, causing him to cough out a few times.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, some of the powder falling off his face. His eyes looked down at the flower, it was destroyed, he felt a slight panic rise up in his chest before he placed the destroyed flower back and closed the lid, some yellow powder falling off his shirt as he did. With a few nervous glances around the room, he moved to stand up.

His eyes would glance down to his legs as he attempted to stand up, however, he noticed that his legs wobbled once he stood up. a pain shot its way into his head, causing him to stumble forward, almost dropping the container. His tail swayed around with the occasional twitching as he held his head tightly with both hands, his body felt warm, he looked around the storage room before he tried to make his way back to the ladder leading up to your base. Forgetting the container he left on the floor - While jake was down in the storage, doing his own thing, sounds could be heard from the bedroom you owned. Oh look at that, you were laying on the bed breathing in as you attempted to put on some jeans, you were positive these fitted and you know very well you had not gained any weight. They finally snapped together making you breathe out and stand up. your hands were still on your hips as adjusted the jeans slightly, and the black shirt you still wore would remain on your body.

Your mind tried to ignore the feeling you got when he looked at you back then, I mean, you always liked jake, you truly have, however it is still embarrassing to let him see everything accidentally. With a sigh, you left your bedroom wearing some easy soft shoes you found and headed towards the entrance you left jake at. The shoes made a few squeaking noises as you walked on the hard surface, and it did not take long before you stood before the entrance. You felt your body twist slightly as you looked down.

That's odd, jake is no longer right under it, had he moved away from there? Slowly sitting down on the edge, you gripped the ladder and started to go down, one step at a time. you could hear the engines working on the side of the room, good, that means your oxygen would not run out yet. a small thud sounded in the room as you jumped down the last bit, and you soon turned around. You did not see him right away, but after walking a few steps forward, you spotted him by some of your containers.

Your mind drifted to the incident before, and you did not want him to accidentally knock down the containers, or even worse, the whole shelf “hey! be careful around those, I thought you knew better than to explore the stuff I collect- jake?” your voice changed slightly in the end as you got closer, there was jake, standing tall before you, however, he acted oddly, his ears were pointed downwards and his tail was wagging very fast, what caught your interest the most was how his fangs could be seen while he held his mouth open, and drool coming out from his mouth. your posture slightly shrunk under his gaze as you looked behind him, your eyes looking down on the floor, noticing the container with the signature flower marking. The Eiry flowers, oh lord.

Your head instantly shot up and looked at him, you had to tilt it a lot to be able to look at him now “Listen to me, I just assume you touched those flowers, very bad” You stated as he crouched down in front of you, your eyes noticing how his muscles shifted under his blue skin “What do you mean by bad? why do I feel like this?” he stated, his dilated pupils looking right at you, or right through you. This flower, it’s not poisonous in say, but it still is very bad.

Your tongue pressed down slightly against your jaw as your fingers scratched the side of your cheek “Not bad like that, its, these flowers are like an aphrodisiac, however, they don't actually control your own thoughts, it enhance already existing feelings, however, it can still make your body feel things” You stated as you turned around, not wanting to look at him.

You could already feel your heartbeat start to pound harder against your chest “I have the antidote in one of the boxes, please, just wait here” You stated quickly as your legs started to move towards a small area in the corner, but something stopped you, looking behind, jake had grabbed your arm, not hard, but a firm grip. “Don't go, just stay for a moment” He choked out as he pulled you backward, now, a normal person would have freaked out if an alien started to pull them down with them on the floor, you, however, always had a small thing for aliens, but not only that, this was jake, the person you been in love with for a very long time now.

The blush crept up on your face as he placed you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck. You let out a few noises of surprise as you relaxed onto his chest, it was like laying on a bed, warm.

This felt absurd, he is so much bigger than a normal human, and you could feel your legs starting to tingle. As you looked to the side, you noticed how his head was still nuzzling into your neck, but the notice of his tail caught your attention, it smacked against some of the containers, not enough for them to fall down but enough to make you worry. Your thoughts soon disappeared as you could feel how he purred against you, making your hair stand up on every part of your body. “jake, listen, you need to calm down” You stated as you tried to get out of his grip, your body felt like it was on fire.

However, his grip only tightened around you, before he laid down on his back, still holding you so very close to his body “don't go...I love you so much” He said, his eyes now looking into your own, they seemed to have returned to normal, but the effects are still on him. but only one thought echoed inside your mind, he loved you back. soon you slowly gave up and scooted so you laid on top of him, your chest pressing up against his body as you hugged him back, hiding your face on his chest.

He was so very warm, you glanced back up at him “I love you too, but please, you need the antidote, I don't want you to do something against your own will-” You tried saying, however, he only looked at you before his hands softly grabbed your head, their grasp almost covering your entire head “This is all on me, there is no flower telling me what my feelings are, I have loved you for over a year, please, help me” he whined out before his lips crashed themself onto yours, shock drove over you. The kiss was confusing but welcomed, his hands caressed your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. it was an odd feeling, you won't lie, his lips are slightly bigger than yours and on occasion, you would feel his sharp teeth scrape against your lips.

You closed your eyes as you shifted your position, your arms going around his neck, he softly released your lips from his as his eyes just looked at you, for him, you looked devine, he felt no regrets. His intention to come here in the first place was after all to ask you out, but now, he believes it might go somewhere else. His hands wandered down to your hips as his lips traveled down to your neck, you let out a small yelp as he licked the left side of your flesh, your blush was over your entire face, which he thought was cute, however, his attention went somewhere else. Your hands gripped onto his over arms as he pressed you down slightly against him.

for a moment he whispered your name before he bit your shoulder softly, his canine teeth not fully breaking the skin, but enough to leave a mark. You could feel your insides churning around, you were getting aroused from this, but thoughts began to shove their way into your mind.

How would this even work, do they even have a.. your thoughts were interrupted as you started to feel something press against your clothed sex, and a small groan came from jake as his tail kept smacking against the floor. Oh, well that answered your question, he wanted this aswell, he told you so. You bit your lip slightly as you moved forward, and then back again, grinding yourself on whatever had poked you.

The friction made you let out a small moan, and soon his hot breath against your neck increased instantly “please- don't tease me” he whispered as one of his hands moved up again along your body, but this time, it went under your shirt, you felt yourself growing more and more curious, so you let him. His large hand soon found its way to your breasts, gripping it slightly, while the other hand sneaked its way into your jeans, however, it seemed to have a small issue as they were tight against your flesh.

The sound of your jeans button popping off made you flinch, but once his hand sneaked down your pants, the button was no longer a concern. it was like electricity shot from you as you let out a small moan, which only caused jake to bite your shoulder again, his tongue pressing against your skin each time his teeth rasped against you, his arms held you firmer pushing you closer to him. No more words were said at this point, only soft panting and small moans that came from both of you.

His fingers would tweak your nipple at times, his large hand switching from mound to mound while his other hand held a tight grip on the side of your ass. You had your head nuzzled up against the side of his head, your breath echoing next to his ears. You had to do something to feel any kind of friction, at this point your mind was going insane, the feeling of his large hands on your body made you want more, so you started to grind on his clothed member slightly harder.

The first thing you noticed was how wet you actually were, however, it was an annoying feeling how you could only sense a little part of him against you, with some trembling hands you pushed yourself closer to him, kissing the side of his ears your words echoed into his mind, making him shiver under you “jake..take them off..please” You half begged as you moved your arm downwards to your own pants, but his hold on you made it tough. A small chuckle from his lips made your cheeks flare up once again, as his eyes looked into yours “of course love, I just need to-” he said before he removed his hands from your body, making you whine as they left you, however, they returned soon enough, only to flip you down on your back and with him on top of you.

His size alone made you excited, a normal person would be terrified, you, you have never been normal. His hands gripped his own shirt as he tore it off, his body looked slightly different from a human, but it still held a few humanoid qualities, which on its own was attractive to look at. He shook his hair slightly as he leaned to the side slightly, using his large hands to lift you up and close to his chest, almost like you were a newborn child. A small yelp left your lips as he held you close "easy now.." Jake said with a small chuckle as he moved the shirt down onto the floor, with a few tweaks with his hand, it looked like a blanket enough for your body to lay on.

He kissed your forehead before he laid you down on his shirt, he stretched his arms slightly before he sat on his knees above you. He looked down on you again, with so much love in his eyes as he slowly inched his hands closer to your own shirt, he hovered them over the fabric, waiting for your permission.

Your excitement was above the roof, and with a quick nod from you, he pulled off the soft fabric from your body, you have never been a person to enjoy a bra in the first place, he knew that from way back so it was not a surprise for him to see your bare chest, after all, just moments ago he had fondled with them.

He soon returned to his original missions, the fabric that was holding a part of your body hostage that he so deeply needed. he leaned down and softly kissed you again, pressing his tongue slightly against your lips, you allowed him, kissing him back as good as you could, he was so careful to make sure you did not choke on his tongue.

His fingers had squeezed their way into your jeans, hooking the edge of your underwear and jeans at the same time, and as you both kissed, he slowly tried to get them off you, but they still holder a tight grip on your thighs, making him slightly growl at the annoying fabric. Breaking the kiss, you moved your legs up to assist him, making it easier for him to remove your clothing, and soon enough, your body was on display for him.

His eyes wandered down and he could feel his entire body burning with lust, and the aching feeling from his cock only made him pant in excitement “Listen..I need you, so bad” he stated as his hands made their way to your exposed pussy, spreading it apart, you ached your back slightly, you were so sensitive. "That's fine, just..be careful" You stated after you relaxed again. His ears flicked slightly at your sounds as he soon pushed his finger inside you, bigger than a normal finger, it caused you to moan out slightly. It was obvious why he was doing this. he was preparing you.

After a few thrusts with his middle finger, he quickly inserted another finger, enough for him, but for you, it felt like four fingers were inside of you, slick wetness started to make noise around the storage room as he moved his two fingers around inside you, while his third focused on the sensitive nub that caused the main pleasure.

Your hands would grip his shoulders as you moaned out, the odd feeling inside felt wonderful, the way his fingers curled up against your walls, reaching in places your own hands could not and god was he gorgeous to look at, the way his eyes were focused on your own the entire time, the way his sharp teeth showed themself after every pant he made. it did not take long before you ached your back up, you could feel an orgasm starting to form. With some pants and moans, you began to grind yourself on his fingers, jake took notice of this and removed his fingers from inside you, making you whine out in annoyance. He only laughed slightly at you before he put the fingers inside his mouth.

You stared in awe as you witnessed him cleaning his fingers of your arousal, his tail making an odd movement at the same time. His braid fell forward as he removed his fingers from his mouth "I won't lie, you taste good" he said with a smirk, you felt your breath hitch as his teeth with that smirk appeared. He climbed back above you, his shadow covering your entire body. His eyes glanced down slightly before his hand went towards his own pants. You could hear how he fiddled with the buttons and then the zipper. Your breath almost stopped as he slowly pulled out what you would assume, would be a na’vis reproductional organ, or in human terms, a dick.

You made a slight laugh, causing him to return his gaze towards your face “What so funny?” he questioned as he used one of his hands around his cock, and the other one to lift your lower body up slightly “nothing, just never even knew you would have one of those” you said, your eyes scanning it, it was hard to see fully due to the slight darkness of the room, but you could tell it was blue and pointy, which is something you were not used to.

He only laughed himself as he moved you closer to him, the tip teasing your folds slightly, making you groan at the friction, stopping yourself from grinding on it “Yeah neither did I, but kinda glad I got one that I can use” He said before he pressed his forehead against you, a sweet gesture, for a moment you held his cheeks with your hands, with a small effort you kissed his nose "I love you" You said with a small smile, your eyes connecting with his own. He looked so happy and he truly was.

You were both still at the shelf, but during your moving around on the floor, things had turned darker around you. it was almost like his skin was glowing. Your arms went around his neck as you nodded slightly, giving him the alright to continue. You could feel how he shifted above you as he lowered himself down just a tiny bit, making his cock push itself past your folds, the tip entering your walls, you closed your eyes slightly, it would fit, you were not too tight, after all, you wanted and were aroused by every move he made.

Jake kissed your cheeks as he slowly pushed more of him inside you, kissing up any tear that fell out, he knew this would hurt slightly at the start, but he would make sure you were alright. You, on the other hand, felt like your entire body would break, you tried large toys before back on earth, but nothing is fully like the real thing, you felt how it pulsated inside you, making you let out small moans as your nails dug themself into his skin “You are doing great love” he reassured you as his tail wrapped itself around your leg, a calming gesture once again. Once fully inside you, he stayed still, allowing you to breathe for a few minutes. You both laid there in the storage room, his words were the only thing that entered your ears, after a few minutes you breathed out one last time with your eyes closed.

You opened them again and nodded your head, He smiled slightly before he leaned down once again, bringing your lips to his own as he slowly pulled out of you, before he thrust back inside, your body was rocked forward as he held you in place, his kiss kidnapping any moan that left your mouth. His hand held your body flush against his as he started to thrust at a steady pace, your walls clenching around him causing him to release his mouth from yours. Moans left both you and him, even if he tried to stop his own from coming out, the flower made him so sensitive.

Your eyes wandered onto his face, he had his eyes closed and an open mouth, once in a while you noticed how his ears would twitch each time you let out a moan. Your breasts were bouncing slightly back and forth as his thrust started to increase, and he soon wrapped his arms around your entire body, pulling you up slightly. With the new position, you could feel him hit your cervix, the feeling making your moans louder.

The sounds you both made echoed out in the storage room, you could hear everything so clearly, and so could he. You started to beg him to go faster, panting it out close to his ears, if you weren't so deeply focused on his cock thrusting inside your body, you would have heard how much he was purring, however, it was drowned out by the sounds of your own moans.

His hands traveled around your body as he started to speed up his thrusts, you could feel how your orgasm was closing in as your walls tightened against him. The feeling of him pushing against your walls every second made you squirm around in his grasp, as one of your hands gripped his hair slightly making him groan against your flesh.

You pulled him closer to your neck as your moans increased “I’m close- jake, more..ah” you moaned out louder, you could feel the bubble growing inside of you, Jake sat down onto his knees, moving you with him until you were bouncing on top of him together with his upward thrusting, this angle made both of you moan even louder, his tail had let go of your legs, as it was wagging behind him fast.

You did not have much time to think, you wanted him inside you so you wrapped your legs around him and locked themself together. jakes panting next to your ear was erotic, and not long after he started burry his face onto your shoulder, his moves started to get sloppier by the second, and soon enough, you could feel him shoot his warm seed inside you. "good girl..you take me so well" He moaned out as he thrusted slightly faster against your cervix.

The hot seed filled you up, splashing against your walls and cervix, this caused your own orgasm to take place. He bit into your other shoulder as he rode out his orgasm with your own, his large arms wrapped around your body. Soon, you were both panting, you felt so very tired, you could barely keep your eyes open as he slowly slid out of your hole. The cum dripping out of you, the feeling of it sliding against your skin made you moan slightly again

“man... I sure hope the na’vi and humans don't have close enough DNA to make the other one pregnant” you muttered out slightly as you nuzzled your face against his neck, kissing his perfect blue skin, jake layed down again with you on the floor, he was panting hard with closed eyes, before his smile returned, showing his teeth “I doubt that” he said before he laid on his back, pulling you on top of him.

You both looked into each other eyes, no words needed to be said, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your naked body, and together with it and his body, you started to get sleepy. He himself had felt the flower effects disappear a long time ago, he just wanted you for a bit longer. He stared up at the ceiling, his ears twitching slightly as the machine in the corner of the room kept making a buzzing noise. Soon enough, you were laying with your head on his shoulders with closed eyes, sleeping soundly. Jake decided that he could stay here for a bit longer before he woke you up from your sleep, you needed it.

He chuckled for himself before he nuzzled into your hair, breathing in your scent “I love you” he said before he closed his own eyes, just resting, not enough to pull him back to his human body, but enough so he could regain some energy. The storage room was silent now, the occasional snoring from you was the only thing making a sound alongside the buzzing of the oxygen machine. Oh how things can go on this planet. And none of you complained about it.

// Full fanfic and chapters will be posted on Ao3 first!

#jake sully x reader #avatar #jake sully #monster lover

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xjustakay · 9 months

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(8/1) prompt: swear — 736 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content) @jegulus-microfic

“Are you gonna be quiet?” Regulus’ brows lift as he presses his fingers firmer over James’ mouth.

James immediately nods, blinking unfocused eyes, pupils blown with want.

He’s already been too loud for the fact that they’re in the cramped bathroom of the flat that Regulus shares with his best friends.

It’s movie night and James, as Regulus’ boyfriend, was invited. All of about twenty minutes into the movie, Regulus had turned the absentminded glide of his hand up and down James’ chest into sliding back and forth along the waistband of his loose athletic shorts instead. The motion was covered beneath the blanket pulled over James’ lap, letting him get away with teasingly dipping the tips of his fingers beneath the band.

It didn’t take much beyond that to get them here.

Regulus isn’t under the illusion that Barty, Evan, and Pandora don’t know what’s happening. He and James have been missing for nearly ten minutes already. Still, he wants to keep James quiet. Even with a hand already wrapped around the length of his cock, grip loose and strokes slow beneath his shorts.

Breathing heavily through his nose, James turns his face to uncover his mouth and Regulus lets his hand drop to the base of his throat instead. Doesn’t squeeze, just lets it rest, lets him know he could do this, too, if he wanted.

James’ cheeks are pink, his lips still reddened deliciously from the kissing they’d done when they first locked themselves in here. He looks downright sinful like this already; an absolute fucking vision even haloed by shitty apartment bathroom lighting.

“I’ll be quiet,” James vows, breathless and beautiful. “I swear— I swear I’ll be quiet. Come on, love.”

Regulus circles his thumb over the leaking head of James’ cock. James bites hard into his lip to keep quiet, though, just like he promised. Regulus feels the shift of his throat beneath his other palm as James swallows down the whimper that almost escapes him.

“Good, that’s so good, baby.” Regulus mouths along his jaw, murmuring against his skin as his hand works quicker over his length.

James thunks his forehead down against Regulus’ shoulder. Regulus moves both hands, excusing the one shaking whine that James can’t help at the loss of contact, and shoves his shorts and briefs down swiftly. In seconds, Regulus has his hand wrapped around James’ cock again, tighter and faster now. James bites into Regulus’ shoulder over his shirt at the abrupt change of sensation.

“Just remember, if you’re too loud, Barty won’t leave you alone about it the rest of the night,” Regulus warns quietly, not letting up in his motions.

James groans into his shoulder before lifting his head just enough to speak. “Fucking— Please don’t talk about Barty while you have my dick in your hand.”

Regulus muffles a laugh into the side of his neck, nipping at the spot after the fact. James hums but it’s soft, actively restrained. Typically Regulus would gladly devour any of the delectable noises James makes when he gets him off, but it’s not the time. He loves playing this game of seeing how good James can be for him just as much anyhow.

“Think you can handle my mouth?” He whispers it into his ear on purpose.

James inhales sharply. Nearly lets out a loud moan. Manages to hide it by nuzzling into the juncture of Regulus’ neck and shoulder. He nods, likely not trusting his voice.

Regulus eases back just enough to grasp James’ chin with his unoccupied hand. He kisses him slow and sloppy, allowing for the way James groans softly into his mouth when he licks beyond his teeth. It’s a taste Regulus will never tire of, James on his tongue.

After he pulls back, Regulus sinks to his knees. He looks up to catch the way James tips his head back to avoid looking at him, lest he make the same needy sound he always does the moment he sees Regulus like this.

When James comes down Regulus’ throat minutes later, one hand grips tightly to dark curls, stinging Regulus’ scalp. His other is balled into a fist, pressed against own parted lips as he breathes raggedly between them. His entire body trembles and there’s an unstoppable whimper that slips out into the clench of his fist.

But he’s done so good, and Regulus will continue to tell him so every time.

#jegulus #starchaser #dropping smut here at 2am super casually #can’t believe i went from wholesome dad content yesterday #to this today agahsjskdkfk #love them and their feral little activities tho #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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Spooky Requests: Watching Charlie Brown Halloween with either Eddie or Steve...I'm not picky. <3

.... porque no los dos? jk jk but seriously i had fun with this even if we lost the plot a little bit. thank you jo ily very dearly, and apologize for how out of hand this little request got. also, fun fact. i've never seen charlie brown halloween. who's gonna change that this halloween season hmmmm

warnings: none! just lowkey idiots in love, some pining, the usual

pairing: steddie x fem!reader

wc: 9.2k+

“I can’t believe neither of you idiots have ever seen this classic! You both love Halloween.”

Steve Harrington on a mission was a sight to behold. You were impressed, honestly. He had only found out about the crime, as he was calling it, of you and Eddie having never seen It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! that morning. And here he was, not even a full twenty-four hours later, having pulled together an impromptu movie night for the three of you to rectify the atrocities admitted.

“I told you, Stevie,” Eddie lounges on the couch, already comfortable in his sweatpants and Halloween socks you had bought for him last year. One of the seasonal blankets Steve magically had hiding away in his apartment was already draped across his lap as he picked at the small pumpkins decorating the fabric, “I’m more of a horror movie Halloween buff. Gore, ghosts, slashers – the good stuff.”

“Gross,” Steve absent-mindedly calls in response from the kitchen. You’re perched on the arm of the opposite end of the couch from Eddie, scowling as his feet peek out from under the blanket and he wiggles his sock-clad toes at you.

Gross, you mouth in repetition at Eddie, not mocking Steve but instead insulting Eddie’s feet that he happily stretches across what should be yours and Steve’s seats.

He raises his eyebrows as you both hear a cabinet in the kitchen opening loudly. Eddie’s eyes don’t leave your face as he yells over his shoulder, “Everything okay in there, Charlie Brown?”

“Har, har,” Steve sarcastically replies, but only after a slightly concerning, long pause.

“I’m gonna go help him,” you whisper, finally standing and swatting at Eddie’s legs, “And when I get back, I expect my seat to be free of your smelly, sweaty feet.”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie leans his head back in laughter as you walk past him, rolling your eyes, “You know you love the stink, bab-”

He doesn’t get to finish the pet name as you reach out for his sorry excuse of a bun, giving a sharp tug that has him gasping. His hands are quick to wrap around the back of your knees, nearly tripping you. A small dispute begins, all slapping hands with no intention of inflicting real pain as Eddie lifts up properly, grinning brilliantly at the antics.

Steve enters the kitchen doorway at the sound of the rustling to find you with both of Eddie’s wrists clutched between your hands, you leaning down to glare at him as he continues to look up with his boyish smirk. He can smirk all he wants, but it doesn’t distract from the glowing flush of his cheeks, all the awe in his eyes. It’s almost as fruitless to hide as your own secret enjoyment of his pest-like behavior.

“Am I… interrupting something?” Steve awkwardly asks, shifting on his feet.

You open your mouth to say no, absolutely not, but Eddie beats you to the punchline, “Actually, yes. Someone here thinks it’s funny to pull my hair before buying me dinner.”

Sudden shyness, smothering embarrassment, floods your system as you quickly drop Eddie’s wrists. He revels in your reaction, dimples flashing as he reaches out once more to grab onto your thighs.

You’re too quick for him this time. Stepping outside of his reach effortlessly as you try to catch your breath. Damn him.

Eddie Munson is a flirtatious tease. It’s in his blood; he is a pest, he is a flirt, and he is one of two absolute banes of your existence.

The other just happens to still stand shocked in the kitchen doorway.

“Do you need any help with snacks?” you grumble as you quickly shove past Steve and into the kitchen. Your gaze stays down, unable to look at either of the boys in the eyes for a moment as you head straight to where Steve has placed a bowl of popcorn.

Some sort of silent exchange surely must be occurring behind you between them, but you don’t bother with glancing over your shoulder to confirm it.

“Hey,” Steve finally follows behind you, grabbing the bowl of candy to your right, “Is everything alright?”

Yeah, totally alright. Just feel like my heart could burst out of my chest every time the two of you tease me like that. Just hate the way I wish the insinuations held more weight. Just really, really wish I wasn’t so hopelessly infatuated with my two best friends. It’s fine. Just peachy. Totally alright.

You forgo the internal dialogue spilling out into the air between the two of you, only shrugging and saying, “Fine. Why?”

“Just making sure,” Steve plays it off as nonchalant.

Maybe you should have spied on their private interaction. You’d assumed it was just joking glances or further teasing words exchanged, but maybe it had been something more. Something serious – concern for you, possibly.

You really hope you hadn’t hurt Eddie’s feelings with the way you’d escaped the mortifying scene so quickly. It’d put a slight damper on what was clearly just meant to be a nice, comforting night filled to the brim with Halloween nostalgia.

Steve clears his throat as you pick up the popcorn bowl and face him, face contemplative over words not quite forming on his open lips.

“Are you alright?” you question now, brows furrowing and hills of wrinkles forming between them.

He stares directly at them for a second, more careful consideration, before whatever war raging in his mind comes to a standstill, “Can I ask you a question?”

Oh, no. That’s never a good question to hear from one of your guy friends. Even with pining, assumingly unrequited crushes aside.

“Sure,” you try to keep your voice steady, even adding a casual shrug to mask any signs of anxiety creeping in, “Ask away.”

Is he about to ask if I have a crush on Eddie? Would I even admit I have a crush on Eddie? If I admitted to my crush on Eddie, would it be awkward to follow it up with an ‘Oh, but, hey! I also have a crush on you! No biggie!’?

There was a good reason you’d never approached either boy about your feelings. Confusion. All the feelings were a confusing, tangled, head-ache inducing pain to navigate. Easier to swallow them down and lock them tightly in your chest than to rain down devastation on a perfectly good friendship trio.

“Is there…” Steve pauses, licking his lips nervously, moving the bowl of candy from one hand to the other as if trying to procrastinate finishing his question, “Is there something going on between you and Eddie?”

Oh.

Well, it’s certainly not the type of embarrassment you expected.

“What?” you laugh skittishly, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, like… are you two dating? Or, I don’t know – is there anything going on there?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Why are you avoiding?”

You both hit a stand-still, staring at each other with wide eyes. Your pupils are blown with fear of the exposure of your best kept secret, or at least half of it, but Steve’s seem to shine with something more. Like he knows something you don’t.

“I’m not avoiding,” you choke out, “Nothing’s happening between us. He’s always a flirt, you know this. Just last week, he was making jokes with you about how you could spit in his m-”

“Don’t remind me,” Steve cuts you off, cringing slightly, “That was gross. He was way too committed to that bit when he started trying to spit in my mouth.”

“You egged him on.”

“He ruined my appetite for a perfectly good strawberry milkshake.”

“You literally egged him on,” you laugh a little, glad for the subject change and that the spotlight was now on Steve, “Kept telling him he wouldn’t. You should know better than that by now.”

Steve only shrugs and begins to walk out of the kitchen, you following right behind.

He can avoid the topic all he wants, just as you tried to pathetically avoid the topic of there being anything between you and Eddie, but it doesn’t erase the fact that you’d never seen Steve Harrington blush before that night.

Maybe he was asking if you two were a thing out of jealousy. And oh, how ironic it would be if you had to sit back and watch Steve grow the balls to do something about his feelings for Eddie before you could. The two men that drove you insane, ending up dating.

The Universe is cruel, but you hope it isn’t that cruel.

“Took you two long enough,” Eddie dramatically sighs when you two re-enter the living room. He’s still splayed out across the couch, feet digging into the cushions as if for emphasis of him ignoring your request, “Thought I was going to starve to death out here.”

“You weren’t going to starve to death,” Steve scoffs. When he slaps Eddie’s shins, the older boy finally moves his legs, sitting up as the blanket falls partially off his lap.

“We can’t know that for sure.”

“I’m very sure you would have survived another five minutes.”

“Five whole minutes?” Eddie gasps, not letting the theatrics drop for one moment, “Jesus Christ, what the Hell were you two doing in there? Sucking each other’s faces off?”

Son of a fucking bitch.

You silently send up a plea to whatever greater power may be controlling the Universe, quietly insisting that both sides of Eddie Munson’s pillow are deathly hot tonight.

Normally, you could handle all the teases, all the innuendos. Hell, you’d even been able to handle a sudden influx of the behavior these last few weeks from both of them. So you can’t quite pinpoint why they all seem to get to you tonight. Maybe it’s the way they seem specifically targeted at only you, none of Eddie’s suggestive comments being spared for Steve tonight. Or maybe, it’s the way both boys seem to lock their gazes on you after each one, waiting patiently as they anticipate your reaction. Gauging the way your eyes widen, drinking in the way your breath quickens. Like predators with prey, it just feels like they’re toying with you.

You’re kind of grateful that you’re not watching one of Eddie’s normal slasher films tonight. At least Charlie Brown isn’t going to jumpscare you into one of them embarrassingly.

You haven’t responded yet, and Steve is clearly not about to entertain Eddie’s comment nor deny it shyly as he usually would. So you take a big breath, put on your brave face, and smile.

“Oh, yeah,” you curse the shake in your syllables, “I can officially confirm that Stevie is the best kisser in all of Hawkins. Congratulations.”

You end in flourish, matching Eddie’s performance with your own as you set the popcorn down on the coffee table and bow. When you look up, Steve is flush as Eddie smirks.

Again, not what you had expected. An eye roll from Steve, maybe some shock from Eddie at you keeping him on his toes.

The only person being kept on their toes tonight, it seems, is you.

Steve settles into the opposite end of the couch from Eddie before you can even fathom choosing a seat.

Damn it. Middle seat it is, then. Definitely not having an internal panic attack about this. Not at all freaking out.

The movie is already in the TV as you plop down between the boys, careful to not make direct contact with either. At this point, so much as a brush from their knee against yours would be equivalent to a terrible electric shock. You’re not in the mood for further teasing about being so skittish, or Eddie berating you for being scared of a movie like Charlie Brown.

You should have known better.

Eddie notices immediately, and instead of leaving it alone, he comments on it. Bastard.

“Why so far away?” he starts off teasing, throwing half of the pumpkin blanket he was using over one of your thighs. Immediately, his body heat becomes your own, and you scorn the way you want to lean into it. Press into his side, succumb to whatever shitty drugstore cologne he was wearing and the way his last cigarette is probably lingering to that stupid band t-shirt, “You’re not scared that my smelly, sweaty feet are gonna bite, are you?”

“They could,” you blandly reply.

Eddie and Steve share a look behind your head.

Your arms cross protectively over your chest, and you know it looks as if you’re pouting, but you swear you aren’t. You swim in the denial, telling yourself that the sourness in your mood is only a result of being on edge. It was just a bad week for your childish crushes – the quicker you get the stick out of your ass, the quicker you can return to normal, and the quicker you can ignore all your desperate temptations. All those silly butterflies and disgusting chills you get when Steve brushes up against you to grab something that’s just out of your reach, when Eddie throws an arm around your shoulders and his curls tickle your cheeks.

You’ll get over it. It’s fine. A perfectly cozy autumn night is no time to throw a pity party.

When you glance at Eddie as Steve is clicking his way through the movie’s menu, you catch him already looking at you. There’s no trace of his usual joking or relaxed boyish features. He looks genuinely scared, genuinely concerned that he’s upset you.

“Are you mad at me?” he whispers, straight to the point once he notices you looking back at him.

Immediately, you’re shaking your head.

You’re not mad at him. You’re mad about him. You’re mad that his hair looks so soft, and you always wish for more sudden vulnerable moments where he lets his guard down and your fingers detangle the curls. You’re mad that his lips look very kissable, even in the dead of winter when they crack terribly and he arrogantly turns down all your offers of lip balm. You’re mad that every time he laughs hard enough that he lets his head fall to your shoulder, a warmth impossible to shake settles in your bones.

And you’re mad for all the same reasons when it comes to Steve.

It is ridiculous. Stupid, reckless, foolish. Best friends don’t envision taking each other on cute fall dates. Best friends don’t look for every possible excuse to touch one another, to flirt with one another, to just be near one another.

You’ve fucked yourself over, really. Should’ve had half the mind to not fall for not only one, but both of your guy best friends. Idiot.

“I’m not mad,” you hoarsely whisper back as Steve frowns when his remote doesn’t work on the TV, standing to go manually hit play, “I’m sorry, Eds. I’ve just- it’s been a shitty week with work and stuff. I’ve been kind of a dick tonight. I’m sorry.”

Eddie visibly relaxes, moving to lay his arm on the couch behind your head. You do have half the mind to not freeze up at the proximity just as the side of his thigh presses against yours.

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. Do not fuck this up.

That giddy child within you that wants to write their initials with yours in a wobbly, pathetic goddamn heart is jumping with joy. Idiot.

“Don’t apologize for that, sweetheart,” oh, fuck him for that endearment, dripping with adoration. You hate it solely for not being the type of adornment you wish you could afford, “Tonight’s a perfect distraction. Just us, a fuck ton of candy, and Charlie Brown with his big ass pumpkin.”

“It’s called the great pumpkin,” Steve corrects as he returns to the couch.

“To-may-toe, to-maw-toe,” Eddie brushes off, waving the hand not resting behind your head currently.

As Steve sits down, you can’t tell if it’s accidental or deliberate that he chooses to sit several inches closer to you. Suddenly, both thighs are now pressed up against each boy at either side of you.

“Whatever,” he huffs, motioning across you for the blanket from Eddie, “Just share the blanket and shut up.”

And despite being in your own personal Hell, the first hour or so of the cartoon goes fairly smoothly. Normal joking, plenty of Eddie’s manners going out the window as he makes comments through mouthfuls of popcorn, subtle passings of Steve unwrapping your favorite candies before handing them over to you without a word. It’s nice. For a moment, it’s the perfect fall night.

“That’s you,” Steve reaches a hand across you to jab Eddie in the shoulder before pointing out Pig-Pen in his ghost costume on the screen, scribbled dirt around him bouncing about.

“Excuse me?” Eddie scoffs, leaning forward to properly glare at Steve. But there’s no hate there, only gentle joking and enjoyment flaming away behind dark brown irises, “I’ll have you know I showered for this, Harrington. Can you say the same?”

You laugh quietly, stuck in the middle of the arguing boys as your eyes stay glued to the screen.

“You showered? What a miracle.”

“Bite me, Charlie Brown.”

You finally pull your eyes from the screen of the kids excitedly sharing what treats they received, trying to not smile at the iconic delivery of a deflated I got a rock as you peer up at Steve’s pouting lips.

He’s pretty, even this close. Faded freckles that will rest for the dreary months until the sun beckons them back to the surface come summer, full brows that still manage to frame his honeyed eyes even as he furrows them deeply.

“I can’t hear the movie over you idiots,” you whisper as he locks gazes with you, “Shut up and pass me another Reese’s cup, will you?”

You don’t have to ask twice. Steve leans down without protest and does as you ask, going so far as to once more tear away the orange wrapper before he places the peanut butter cup delicately in your waiting palm.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, honey.”

The words are more sincere than you’re prepared for. You know he means it as he looks at you with hazel eyes full of a desire, a longing, you’re not used to. Lashes fluttering, corners of his mouth pressing downward but not quite in discontent. He looks impossibly handsome without even trying. Effortlessly, he’s taking your breath away. You have to remind your chest to rise and fall, to remind yourself that this is nothing more than a movie night with friends.

Be normal. Act normal. This is normal.

Except you feel anything but normal when Eddie’s arm falls from the back of the couch and around your shoulders. A clearly intentional move attempted to be brushed off as an accidental action. His skin strikes against yours like a match against grain, and the slow embers they’d been stoking for weeks now erupt from you in a field of goosebumps following the chill running down your spine.

You don’t react.

Not when his thumb trails over the top of your shoulder in soft, sweeping motions. Not when Steve’s head eventually replaces Eddie’s hand on your shoulders as he succumbs to the week finally catching up to him, and you become entranced in the scent of his minty body wash clashing with the soft coconut of his shampoo. Not when your own heavy head smushes uncomfortably against Eddie’s biceps and your own snores join Steve’s in a symphony barely breaking over the volume of the sweet cartoon on the screen.

Eddie doesn’t wake either of you that night. Even when he really should. The three of you don’t finish the final thirty minutes of the movie, but it’s still the perfect fall night for all of you.

Maybe you’ll untangle your feelings for the two boys come winter.

—

“There’s no way you can lift that.”

“Fuck off, Harrington. Your pumpkin from last year was double this one in size.”

“And I was still able to pick it up. If you can’t carry it, we’re not getting it. Simple as that.”

Normally, you’d butt into Eddie and Steve’s arguments. Probably inject a comment about how it didn’t matter because there’s not a single pumpkin here that would ever be bigger than either of their heads — something sure to set them both off until you commanded their silence. Normally, you wouldn’t be so quiet.

But ever since the night of the Great Pumpkin, your mind has been restless enough to kill off any words before they can fall off your tongue.

A cycle of overthinking and overanalyzing has been haunting you for a week now. The memory of Eddie’s fingertips pressing into the ditches of your knees, and that particularly heartstopping look from Steve as he’d so sweetly referred to you as honey. You told yourself you’d get over it, and the morning after had even been close to normal. You’d all woken up with aches in your neck from that uncomfortable sleeping situation on Steve’s couch, and Steve had even offered to pay for you all to just get bagels from your favorite restaurant a block away rather than destroy his kitchen in a mission to make breakfast. Eddie had ordered everyone’s coffee just the way they liked it, you’d repeatedly pointed out cream cheese on both boys’ upper lips repeatedly, and it had all been easy.

And then you went home. And once the first nervous replay of the night began, it turned into an endless cycle.

“The pumpkin has to be big for the design I’m doing, Steve,” Eddie continues to argue as he stands over a larger pumpkin on display. The boys had thought it’d be a good idea to visit the pumpkin patch today.

They’d been right, of course. The weather was beautiful, crisp and dipping low enough to warrant cheesy fall attire. It’s the type of weather where you'd been able to break out a flannel and beanie, all without overheating. Families were walking through the small farm’s selection of pumpkins, children’s calls of glee could be heard from across the bales of hay, a distinct smell of cider off in the distance. The scene was set for a perfect autumn day.

Except for your raging mind. That, unfortunately, had been killing the mood.

Steve looks at you desperately, a few steps away from the two of them. Just enough space that if their petty argument became too embarrassing, you could easily convince someone you didn’t know them, “Please talk some sense into him.”

You hesitate before you finally give in and walk closer to Eddie. Your eyes focus on the oversized pumpkin rather than him. It’s too dangerous to fully drink him in; between his red flannel peaking out beneath his leather jacket and your beanie he had stolen to tuck over his own curls after complaining at the cooler weather, he looked too inviting. Too soft. Rosy cheeks and rosy lips called to you like a siren prepared to drown you in all the want that had begun to brew within your body since the movie night.

“It’s a… big pumpkin,” you state in obvious observation. Eddie tries to work you with his doe eyes instantly, and you hate the way you can feel it working, “Steve’s right. If you can’t carry it to the car, how are we getting it into the house?”

“Steve’s strong.”

At the mention of his name, Steve crosses his arms. And damn him, because the way his own brown corduroy jacket is straining over his biceps also has you dizzy with yearning, “I am not carrying that fucking thing into the house.”

“Why not? You’re a big, strong man-“ Eddie starts, almost tauntingly with a wicked grin, making you finally step in between them.

“The bigger the pumpkin, the bigger the mess,” you point out. Steve nods in solidarity, but Eddie is obviously unconvinced, “Eds, I’m not cleaning up all those pumpkin guts this year.”

A look of betrayal crosses his face, mingling with long lashes and faded dimples, “I swear I’ll clean up after myself. I wouldn’t do you like that, baby.”

There it is. You’d gone this entire day so far without any of Eddie’s usual flirtatious approaches. It had almost seemed like the two men had finally reigned themselves in.

Clearly, they hadn’t. They were just waiting for the right time.

“Pack up the puppy dog eyes, Munson. You’re a terrible liar,” you mumble out, pulling your own jacket tighter around your body as you move closer to Steve. He hadn’t started any onslaughts of flirting. Yet.

The moment you get near him, he wordlessly drops his faux irritation at Eddie and opens his arms, beckoning you to step into his space. You almost hesitate, but it was normal. The three of you were always touchy, and it was never a problem before.

Maybe if it had been, you wouldn’t be in your current predicament.

It’s clear he had taken a shower before the outing as your nose smashes against his t-shirt, the clear scent of his minty body wash and coconut shampoo replacing the air of fall around you. His arms are quick to wrap around your shoulders, only encouraging your body to press further into him. And you let him, because he’s warm, and despite all your teasing of Eddie’s complaints about the weather, you agreed that the chill was particularly unforgiving today. Especially in the shady patches void of sunlight.

The only real sunlight seemed to emit from the boy wrapped around you. He’s all tousled shades of golden and leftover fatigue from the early waking to make it out to the pumpkin patch at opening. As he hums into your embrace, you choose to just appreciate it, revel in it.

Eddie is pouting behind you, but out of sight – out of mind.

“I’m getting this pumpkin,” he says decidedly, “Fuck both of you.”

“Would you say it’s your great pumpkin?” you murmur against Steve, letting your eyes close, wondering if it’s possible to fall asleep standing up in this position.

Only Steve laughs at your joke, and you can’t tell if it’s because only he found it funny or if it’s because only he heard your reference to the unfinished movie from the night before.

It doesn’t matter, because the entire moment is interrupted when an older woman who had been bearing witness to the entire interaction suddenly speaks up.

“Well, aren’t you two just the cutest couple?”

All the warmth leaves your body, each muscle slowly stiffening as Steve tenses. You almost convince yourself that she wasn’t speaking to you, that there was another couple standing somewhere nearby that were currently gathered in embrace for her to coo at.

And then Steve answers her, “Us? Oh, we, uh-”

“Aren’t they?” Eddie interrupts, mischief dripping off each word as you slowly lift your head and open your eyes back to the grey day, “So in love it makes me sick to my stomach.”

Steve coughs up a few more syllables of protest, but Eddie has already done the damage. When you turn to face the lady, she’s wearing a brilliant smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as she looks at you and Steve in glee.

“Oh, I still remember that feeling,” she continues, a cloud of pure nostalgia glazing over her eyes for a moment before she looks to Eddie, “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll find it one day too, just like your friends.”

Eddie snorts. Easily mistaken as possible annoyance, inherent jealousy. Only you and Steve know better.

“We…” you begin, trailing off when you look up at Steve and see him brimming with hope. You expected discomfort, you expected irritation at whatever game Eddie was playing – you didn’t expect optimism at the prospect of you two being perceived as a couple. The ending to your sentence dies on your tongue, and you choose a polite response instead, “Thank you.”

Was there any real harm in letting some little old lady believe you two were in love? Probably not, especially considering the way she lights up and your faux admission satisfies her. An exchange of have a good day sends her on her way, and she never catches the way Eddie hunches over in laughter once she’s out of earshot. She doesn’t catch Steve Harrington blushing red or the way his arm swings out to smack Eddie in his chest, and she never notices the way you stand in the same place Steve left you, cold and confused and… disappointed?

No harm, no foul.

It was all a joke, anyways.

And that’s all it will ever be, even as you linger back and watch your boys continue their banter, all the while a hollow ache questioning just why the prospect of all that puppy love and youthful oblivion is so funny between the boys. Why the idea of one of them being yours, is so damn funny.

You kind of felt ridiculous. Even more ridiculous than Linus had been, waiting in that pumpkin patch for some great pumpkin to appear. You wish it were just silly children tales and blind hope at play. Your great pumpkin was a little more twisted, a little more complicated; an impossible choice, a gnawing conundrum you will never unravel.

If you could make a choice, it might be easier.

But why would ever need to make a choice when all it will ever be to the two boys who have come to plague your every waking thought as nothing more than a joke?

Eddie gets his great pumpkin, and Steve ends up carrying it into the house that day. You’re the only one to return home with more than just empty arms.

—

Halloween parties are the perfect recipe for disaster.

Spiked cider, struggling fog machines, loud replays of Monster Mash, and a small crowd of half-assed costumes. Every other year, your friends had thrown this type of ‘spooky’ themed get-together, and you would enjoy every single moment of it. Quite literally, every single moment – from the terrible and impromptu karaoke sessions to the ridiculous apple-bobbing contests that Argyle always excelled at. It was always a night full of light, a night full of laughter. Something to leave your chest feeling fizzy as it would always end surrounded by all your favorite people, particularly Eddie and Steve.

This year, it feels like more of a burden.

You’re feeling like something hollow, something monstrous – no costume required – as you stew in quiet misery for the first few hours. The movie night and the pumpkin patch visit have left you feeling something new. Something that had grown claws and growled to be recognized in all its painful yearning and pitiful pining.

Steve questioning you about having something more with Eddie had driven a knife into your chest, and the prospect of being seen as a couple with Steve had torn it free of your ribs. Not quite bleeding, but not quite healing, you’d been haunted by a series of what-ifs that stole away hours of sleep and any time of relaxation you’d normally seek as all the leaves changed colors.

What if you wanted something more with Eddie?

What if you wished that you and Steve were a couple?

What if you could never make a choice?

The allusion of a choice to be made still dangled on the forefront of your buzzing cortex. It still felt just as ridiculous as the first time you’d realized you’d been experiencing more than platonic feelings for your best friends; like a child outside a candy store, without money and without hope to go home with any of the sweets that made your mouth water. Everyone could see you staring in through the windows, you swore they could, and they were probably silently mocking the way you drooled. It was stupid.

It was putting a real damper on your entire mood.

“What’s up with you?” Robin questions finally as she walks up to where you sit on the balcony of her shared apartment with Nancy. At some point, you’d decided the frigid chill of the night would be a better place to soak in all your misery.

“What do you mean?” you blandly ask, not even looking up from the railing your eyes had focused on.

Robin joins you on the garden couch, shifting the flimsy seating a bit from the force of her throwing herself down dramatically, “I mean, why are you out here all alone? And why have you been so quiet tonight? Did something happen?”

Straight to the point. One of the reasons you liked Robin – her lack of a filter was something you’d always seen as more of a gift rather than a curse.

“Nothing happened,” you shrug, head feeling light despite the storm that had been brewing for nearly the entire month now. Your fingertip trails around the rim of the now-warm bottle of cider you’d been nursing after chugging two previously. You wanted to be drunk. You wanted to down enough alcohol that you wouldn’t even remember Steve and Eddie’s names by the end of the night.

“You’re doing that thing they do in the movies,” Robin notes, finally making you look at her with raised eyebrows, “You know, where they say nothing’s wrong but it’s all… sad,” she waves her hands erratically through her ramble of an explanation, one hand clutching her own bottle of beer. You can see the condensation through the lowlights and simply know her adult equivalent of apple juice is far cooler than yours. Probably tastes better, too, “Like, something is obviously wrong, but you’re gonna make me work for the answer.”

You laugh under your breath. The silence is filled with static noises of night; you can still hear the chatter of your friend group and whatever Halloween-themed song they were playing over the speakers through the shut sliding door, an orchestra of insects hum their complaints through the dark apartment complex, a soft whistle of the fall breeze rustles all the trees lurking in the shadows.

She’s right. It’s dramatic, it’s stupid, it’s ridiculous – and she’s right.

You sigh out and feed into your theatrics as you fall back against the cushion of the couch, finally matching her slouch, “Have you ever watched the Charlie Brown Halloween special?”

“What?” she scoffs, no trace of rudeness in her remark but rather confusion, “You mean the one where all the kids are trick-or-treating, and that one weirdo is waiting for some magical pumpkin king with that other girl? What does that have to do with-”

“I feel like that weirdo,” you interrupt, staring straight ahead, “Like Linus. Just standing in a pumpkin patch and waiting for some great pumpkin that isn’t going to show. And I know I look silly, but a part of me really believes, y’know? I just can’t stop waiting for something to happen that might never-” you cut yourself off with a sharp breath. That wound in your chest, the one only you can see, throbs. Not bleeding, not healing. Just yearning as you correct yourself, “For something that won’t ever happen. Ever. There’s no great pumpkin, and I just end up looking like a fool.”

Robin’s silence is unnerving. No amount of sounds of the night can blanket over the discomfort begging to bubble over.

“I think I’m just drunk,” you try to save yourself, “I’m sorry, it’s dumb-”

“What’s your great pumpkin?” she asks carefully, “What are you waiting for?”

The alcohol must really be having an affect, because your loose lips are finally moving to their own accord.

“Eddie and Steve.”

She scrunches her face, “What about those dinguses?”

“They’re my great pumpkin.”

You’re clearly nonsensical as Robin shifts to lean forward, entering your blank line of sight, “Are you…. Like, you want them to get together? Sorry, I’m not really following here, Linus.”

The nickname almost makes you smile. Almost.

“I mean, not really,” you try to forage your brain for the right words to explain, but there’s no poetic way to put what’s been on your mind, “I like them. Both of them. Have for a while now, but it’s… it doesn’t really matter, anyways.”

You’re drunk enough to not hear the tapping on the sliding door. And if Robin does, she makes no move to react to it, still focused on you.

“You like both of those idiots? Oh, thank god,” she almost sounds relieved, and your head snaps to her direction.

You still don’t see the figure standing inside the doorway, moving to open the door.

“Thank God?” you laugh humorlessly, “I am not thanking God. It’s miserable, Robs. I like them both so fucking much, and I just- what am I supposed to do with that? They’re my best friends, and I should know better. Besides, liking two guys at once can never work out. What am I supposed to do? Shove them into a room with me and go, ‘oh, hey, I like both of you. And I can’t choose, so I’m just going to make you live with that. Also, Eddie, lay off the flirting, because it sort of makes my heart stop and my chest all tight. And Steve, please don’t call me honey, because it also makes me feel all terribly weird. But also neither of you ever stop either of those things, because I might keel over and die if I’m not receiving all your affections, platonic or otherwise.’”

Your admittance all comes out in one breath, saying exactly what you wish you could say to the two boys. You don’t care how foolish you sound to Robin right now – the cider has taken care of all your shame.

It’s just nice to say it outloud.

Very nice, in fact, until movement behind Robin catches your eye, and you realize you had not been alone during your ramble.

Eddie.

“Oh, fuck me,” the normally internal dialogue comes out as a sigh, eyes wide in stricken fear as Robin turns to face your own waking Hell.

“Welp,” Robin’s very helpful reaction tries to break the tension to no avail, “I… I think I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll- Yeah. I’m gonna go.”

She jumps up before you have the chance to reach out and stop her. Your hand aches to just wrap around her forearm, to beg her to not leave you alone to burn with all your shame and embarrassment, but she’s gone before you’ve even moved a muscle.

Her seat vacated, and in her absence, Eddie takes her place.

Kill me. Kill me now, please. Have mercy on me-

“So…” Eddie begins, fiddling with his hands as he looks down at his lap. In the shadows, you don’t see the ghost of a grin on his lips, “You like us?”

“If you’re about to make fun of me,” you state flatly, bristling in your seat, all liquid confidence beginning to evaporate, “I’d rather you save me the embarrassment, and just kill me. Make it quick and painless, please.”

All your pity partying was easier to swallow than this. You liked your brooding solitude far more than the acceptance that Eddie had just heard your very mortifying speech, liked the assumption that you might have been upset with the boys more than them knowing the truth.

Eddie throws his hands up in surrender, “Not making fun of you. I swear.”

“Well, if you’re about to reject me, can you also make that quick and painless?”

“Who said I was rejecting you?”

“I know it’s fucking weird and I just ruined everythin- wait, did you just say you’re not rejecting me?”

You were so convinced that the outcome would always be bloody, always painful and bitter, that you hadn’t prepared for this. You had a hundred and one speeches prepared about how you agreed with the boys, how you were all better off friends and how you would reassure them that in a few months’ time, you’d be able to get over the silly crushes.

There were no practiced words on the tip of your tongue for the instance in which they found out and reacted well.

Eddie continues to grin under the lowlight of the porch light, looking at you sideways, not a single glimpse of him running from this evident.

“I’m not rejecting you,” he repeats himself, shuffling a bit closer on the couch, “And I’m definitely not making fun of you.”

You’re a bit speechless still. He’s close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, his knee briefly bumping the side of yours in an attempt to get you to look at him. Like a moth to the flame, you dare to turn your head, to fully take in the proximity.

“You did hear everything I said, right?” you can imagine the way the scent of cider mingles with your breath as you whisper softly to him. You almost consider grabbing what’s left of your third, or fourth possibly, bottle and just chugging as you had done with your previous drinks.

But being drunk would be a penniless attempt. When Eddie is looking at you like this, there is no amount of alcohol that could combat the sobering effect he has on you. The chill in the air hadn’t done it, the lingering smell of a bonfire somewhere in the distance was futile – but those big, brown eyes shocked you right out of your inebriated state.

Endless. They were endless in entertainment, in bewitching, in calling out to the wound in your chest. The gash might even be bleeding finally at this point as your heart hammers and your bones threaten to break.

“Every. Single. Word,” his lips spread thinner as he punctuates each word, corners of his mouth upturning to impossible heights, “Are you sure you don’t want me to stop all my flirting? Because, by all means, I can. It would be a shame, though, considering I was right.”

You hardly notice the way you’re leaning in closer to him, “Right about what?”

When he meets you halfway, own body succumbing to the gravitational pull you possessed and had no idea of, you finally note the further lack of distance.

“Right about you liking us,” his breath hits your chin as he sighs, “Right about the fact that you don’t squirm every time I joke about kissing you because it makes you uncomfortable. At least, not in the way Steve always assumed,” he pauses, body slowly angling towards yours. The only symptom of his nerves you’re able to catch is the hard swallow, as if he’s keeping all his fears at bay before he continues, “I need to ask you something, and this time, it is not a joke.”

Maybe the creators of Charlie Brown should have let Linus drink. Then, he would have seen his great pumpkin, just as you were now.

“Ask away,” you expect it to come out as a stutter, to falter and trip over your request.

But you don’t. Even in your fuzzy state of mind, you’ve never been more sure of what Eddie is about to ask of you.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your reply is half an eager nod, half a pathetic mumble of please. The moment Eddie has your permission, his lips find yours, sour from cider and sweet from candy.

It’s better than your overactive imagination had been able to conjure the last few weeks – last few months. Once you two find some sort of broken stride, an exchange of lips and teeth and tongue that feels right, you almost scold yourself for having sat in fear for so long. You should be mulling over the way this wouldn’t end well, the way this was too good to be true, but you can’t. When your fingertips tangle up the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck, and his own hand rests gently around your throat as he pulls you closer, you don’t second guess anything.

You’re kissing Eddie. He knows you like him, knows you like Steve as well, and he’s kissing you.

Right around the time you’ve nearly found yourself in Eddie’s lap, and all the air in your lungs has been stolen, the sliding door to the balcony opens again. You don’t want to break apart from Eddie – you think you’d rather take another metaphorical knife to the chest than do so – but he’s quick to separate without giving you a choice.

If you weren’t so terrified of coming across as something too needy, a greedy animal full of whines of protest, your lips would have chased after him.

Instead, your eyes flutter back open to find Steve Harrington standing behind Eddie, eyes wide as they can go as he takes in the scene he’s walked into.

In an instant, you jump backwards, putting distance between yourself and Eddie as a symphony of curses ring through your mind like alarms, “Steve.”

Eddie has the nerve to merely smile.

“Nice of you to join us, big boy,” he calls casually over his shoulder as Steve walks further out onto the balcony. Your heart is still beating out of your chest, realizing what Steve had just witnessed.

You fucked up.

“Steve, I didn’t-” you start to try to defend yourself, but it feels a bit useless as he looks right at Eddie, almost as if awestruck.

“Robin came and got me, what the fuck happened?”

You wish you could wipe the floor with Eddie’s smugness, momentarily forgetting all the emotions he had just pulled from you with a simple kiss as he smirks up at Steve, “I was right.”

You try to anticipate Steve’s reply. A play by play of a fight that might break out, a rejection still waiting to happen, a punchline that had yet to land.

His lack of reply is almost worse.

He glances down at you, eyebrows quirked in curiosity as all the hurried energy leaves him in slow spurts. His shoulders drop in relaxation, near relief, and a soft smile plays at his lips. Once curled fists now unfurl, subtly swiping away sweaty palms on the sides of his denim-covered jeans. Every action, every smoothing over in his anxiety, sends you sinking deeper into the cushions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you mutter, shrinking under his gaze.

“Because he was right,” Steve takes a slow step forward, still underplaying his smile, “Because that shithead was right, and you like us.”

It hadn’t occurred to you that they had discussed this. It was never a possibility in your mind that they’d also been running over scenarios, considering their own what-ifs all the while you’d been losing your mind.

But it makes sense.

Why else would they have continued to flirt with you this way? Why else would there have been such a steady progression in how far they were willing to take all the jokes, all the bits? Months of memories flash before you, and the final click into place occurs when Steve drops into what little space was left on the other side of you. It forces you to scooch over, press even closer to Eddie, leaving you to be completely sandwiched between the two men tightly.

There’s still a little bit of bravery left somewhere in you. Just a spark, but enough to have you looking at Steve with determination.

“Hey, Steve?”

“What’s up, honey?”

Eddie’s squeak of laughter doesn’t go unnoticed. But you refuse to react and lose this momentum.

“Can you kiss me?”

If you were reading this entire scenario correctly, drunk or not, the answer would be yes.

No choices necessary. You could have your cake, and eat it too.

Steve looks past you, over your shoulder and at Eddie, “You’re drunk, honey-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you insist, “I promise, I want this. Sober or not. Just…” you falter finally, taking a deep breath. Steve’s cologne, Eddie’s last cigarette lingering on his jacket, and the crisp autumn air fill your lungs. “One kiss. Nothing more. I swear.”

“You really gonna make her beg, Harrington?”

“Fuck off,” Steve’s softness when it comes you isn’t extended to Eddie, sending a warning glance the other boy’s way, “The only reason you’re not on my shit list is because you’re also plastered.”

“I’m not plastered,” you and Eddie say in sync.

Just like that, the high-rise tension has broken. Eddie rests his chin on your shoulder, clearly no longer afraid of the closeness that had become a normal before the ‘unfortunate’ overhearing of your admission. His arms wrap around your waist, pout on his lips as his temple leans against your hair.

“You’re lucky you’re both cute, you know that?” Steve muses, shaking his head softly.

You’re both cute. The sweet amusement nearly stitches up the once gaping hole in your chest immediately.

“You gonna kiss her or not?” Eddie’s voice is loud in your ear despite his low volume, chin moving against the apex of your shoulder, “Because if not, my lips are growing awfully cold-”

Steve’s hand lifts and thumps Eddie’s forehead immediately, loud enough for you to hear the impact as he leans off of you dramatically, letting out a groan of complaint.

You almost turn, a bit too eager to witness theatrics you’d normally roll your eyes at, when Steve’s palms cradle your cheeks with unexpected softness.

“Hey, look at me, yeah?” he barters. And his wish is your command, your attention wholly his as you look at him worriedly. Although the sentiment of him hesitating to kiss you while drunk was sincerely endearing, you don’t know if you could handle any form of rejection right now.

You bite your lip, and Steve’s thumb is quick to come and tug gently below your mouth, forcing your bottom lip to be freed from between your teeth.

“One kiss,” he says sternly, brows furrowing, “I’ll kiss you, mostly because I’m a selfish bastard who’s terrified you won’t ask again when sober, but we are talking about this in the morning,” he leans back a little, and looks at Eddie pointedly, “All of us.”

“Stop stalling and kiss h-”

Eddie never gets to finish his sentence.

Steve kisses differently than Eddie, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s more sober or if that’s just how it is. But it’s something you’d like to learn; you’d like to memorize the patterns of both their lips, the differences in the touch of their hands as they pull you in deeper, the comparison of Steve’s stable and sure hands versus Eddie’s shaking and coloused ones.

Steve is a generous kisser, a follower at your beck and call. He lets you set the pace and lead the way. You control when the two of you pull back for air, when his teeth graze at your bottom lip, when he lets out soft and pretty sighs into the kiss. He’s all sweetness, none of the sour you’d tasted on Eddie’s tongue to be found.

Just like honey.

How fitting.

When Steve finally takes an inch of control and releases you, formally ending the kiss and leaving you just as breathless as Eddie had, you swear you’re seeing stars. You’re dizzy with want. You wish you hadn’t chugged those beers, you nearly consider getting down on your knees and begging both men for more. They’ve given you what you’d craved, and more, but you’re a selfish animal. Prepared to dig in your claws and call for more than you bargained for.

“One kiss,” he reminds you when you lean in for a second. He’s smiling like he might let you get away with it if you really pushed for it, though.

You play innocent instead, leaning back until your back nearly bumps into Eddie’s chest.

“One kiss,” you nod, fighting back a smile as you look at the man before you.

A great pumpkin indeed.

“You know, I don’t have a one kiss policy,” Eddie sighs from behind you, and you can feel the way he throws himself back on the couch.

When Steve rolls his eyes, you truly believe he’s about to only offer a snarky reply rather than what he does instead.

He places a warm palm on the center of your back, encouraging you to lean forward with care before he’s reaching out for the collar of Eddie’s shirt and dragging behind you for a quick kiss.

You nearly break your neck just to witness the tail end of it all.

“There, happy?”

Eddie is just as shocked at you, flushing scarlet all the way down his neck, sinking beneath the collar of his t-shirt.

“I- Uh-” he stutters out, at a loss for words, “Y-Yeah. I- Yeah, very happy.”

“Good,” Steve seems satisfied as he guides you back into place, practically manhandling you to lay back in your seat so that your shoulders are comfortably pressed to both his and Eddie’s side, “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to go back in there, enjoy the party with our friends, and you two drunk idiots are going to stay out of trouble. And then come tomorrow morning, we’re going to get breakfast, deal with your absolute monsters of hangovers, and… talk about this,” he pauses and vaguely gestures at the three of you with a small smile, “Capiche?”

“Aye, aye, capt’n,” Eddie murmurs as you whisper back an echo of “capiche”.

“Yeah?” Steve questions again, catching your eye with a smug smile.

“Yeah,” you nod, speaking up a bit louder as you decide to take one last daring risk, “I do have one last request, though.”

“Hit me, honey.”

“You know, she allegedly hates when you call her hon-”

“Shut up,” Steve cuts Eddie off, focus on you and only you, “Ignore him. What’s your request?”

You look between the two boys, realization settling heavily as you recognize that this is real. You had yearned, you had pined, you had wanted until every nerve-ending in your body had ached, and now? Now you have them. Technicalities aside, you had gotten all that you had craved.

And to think you’d assumed you’d be waiting until winter to unravel all that now sat in the palm of your hands.

“Can we have a movie night?” you ask, a bit meeker than intended, “Maybe… I dunno… finish that Charlie Brown movie?”

Eddie’s laughter from behind you is music to your ears, and the smile that spreads across Steve’s cheeks should be hung up in a museum for your perusing whenever you please.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Steve assures you, a hand coming down on your knee, “Right, Eds?”

“I suppose,” Eddie sighs. His arm is on your shoulders, just like that first night, and this time you let the match ignite.

Honestly, the flames had engulfed you long ago. You just wish it hadn’t taken you so long to succumb to their warmth reflected in the brown eyes of the boys on either side of you.

The three of you do rejoin the party. Finding a bit of enjoyment now that you aren’t drowning in your pity party. Steve is right in his prediction of the hangovers – it might be one of the worst you’ve ever had the privilege of experiencing – but after a very sincere talk with your boys (including an only slightly grumpy Eddie, it’s worth it.

And when the three of you do finish your movie night, this time shamelessly cuddling up and sneaking kisses between sweet scenes, you can’t help but giggle at Linus finally seeing his Great Pumpkin.

At least you know yours is the real deal, especially when Eddie is the one to fall asleep this time in the final ten minutes, his head in your lap and Steve’s hand tangled in his curls.

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Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Of course, you had to fall sick. What else could possibly happen when you’re being kept in some bastard’s basement?

Word Count: 2,956

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Warnings: Dark, Non Con (non-sexual), Kidnapping, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Legal Documents, Illness (mentions of Retching/Nausea, Fever), Swearing/Cursing, Bathing, Pet Names (honey, precious). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Not as grody as the last chapter, I promise. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if I missed any tags. Happy Second Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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Your body shivers uncontrollably beneath the blanket. If only you had a mountain to burrow under. Something to keep you warm. Yet you’re sweating from every pore.

Hate burns deep in your belly, swirling with the nausea. That sick fuck is gonna leave you down here to die. Let the fever ravage you until you expire. No. You won’t let it. Your teeth grit even as they chatter. Burning rage fuels you, though exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. Sleep too tempting to resist, you plummet into it. Rest is good—it’ll help your body fight.

You awaken to a weight shifting beside you a few hours—who could say how many—later. Your eyes snap open, arms flailing to swat at the man sitting beside you. A weak growl rolls roughly in your throat.

“Hey, shhhh,” he soothes as he grabs your wrists.

You blink and squint into the dim lighting. It’s not Andy—the man imprisoning you in his basement. The older man beside you looks down at your shivering frame with something like pity shining in his eyes. He’s handsome, but you’ve learned to be wary of that. Too many fucked up experiences under your belt.

“What has Andy put you through?” he asks, muttering more to himself than to you.

You scowl and turn your head away from his hand lifted to check your temperature.

“Fuck off,” you grit from a sore throat.

“I’m here to help you,” the man says with a quick glance over his shoulder. “You can’t live like this.”

You blink up at him, suspicions dulled by a foggy head but still pricking at his smooth-talking. Like he expects you to believe him. He knows Andy. He’s probably in cahoots with him—friends, thick as thieves. Who knows what this wolf is hiding under his sheep’s clothing.

The door to the basement unlocks and opens. Andy enters with a tray filled with a plate, pill bottles, a single flower in a vase, a cup, and mug.

The man leans closer in quiet desperation. “Just trust me.” Even his insistence doesn’t persuade you, though something about his tone piques your curiosity. He stands and backs into a corner as your captor closes the door.

“There’s my girl,” Andy croons, approaching the bed and setting the tray next to it. “The doctor recommended plenty of fluids and to check your temperature about now.”

He presses the button and the device beeps before he slides it across your forehead. You scowl, but it doesn’t affect the path of the device as it reads your temperature.

“Oh, dear,” he mutters under his breath.

Andy places the thermometer aside and cradles your face in his hands. You bare your teeth, but you have so little energy to fight.

“Her temperature’s higher,” he says to the man in the corner. “What do I do?” His eyes plead, his fingers stroking over your cheek.

The man pushes himself away from the wall. He approaches and gently sits beside Andy. He removes your captor’s hands from your face. You slump, releasing the tension in your body. In your fuzzy brain, you can’t decipher the look the older man sends your way.

“You know what needs to happen,” he says with a pointed look toward your feet.

You unconsciously shift, the chains rattling under your blanket.

Andy sighs, his chin dropping toward his chest. “Yeah,” he admits in defeat.

Your ears prick beneath the heat of your fever. What is he doing?

He reaches for the button of his collared shirt. It pops open under his fingers and he reaches inside, drawing out a thin chain necklace and a dangling key. He hesitates with the key in his hand, but bends slowly toward your feet. He draws away the blanket and lifts your ankle to his lap. The click of the lock unlatching sounds like a hallelujah chorus. The chain and ankle cuff fall away with a clatter to the floor. Tears fill your eyes. It’s not much, but already you feel hope igniting in your heart. An opportunity, even if you can’t take it right now.

Without looking away from your foot, Andy asks, “do you really think this is—”

“Yes,” the older man interrupts.

A moment passes as the two men lock eyes. Andy sighs and leans down again to kiss your legs—higher up your thigh, exposing more of your skin to the cold air. If you could move, you’d kick his teeth in. But he keeps a gentle hand on your ankle in his lap, petting over and soothing the red skin. Even his softest touch stronger than what little you possess in your weakened body. His thumb strokes your ankle bone. You growl, but the sound cuts off into a coughing fit.

Andy rubs your back as he lifts you in your shivering cocoon of fever. Hiking you up into his arms and holding you close to his chest. He grunts. You protest with soft sounds of fury and surprise. Curses and spite sit on your tongue, unvoiced.

As he climbs the stairs up out of the dingy, disgusting basement you can’t even appreciate it, eyes closed to stave off the bubbling nausea in your gut. Sunlight blooms across your face. You open your eyes to be blinded. Such a normal home around you. Big windows leading to a lush green backyard.

Your lips open to scream, sure that this is your chance. All you manage is a weak croak.

“Shhh,” Andy shushes with his head tilting to rest his chin to your forehead. “Don’t exert yourself, honey. Everything’s okay.”

You turn your head and open your lips, biting into his shoulder. Your teeth ache with the pressure. He groans softly and tilts his head to press his lips to your forehead. You stop, stomach lurching.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He keeps climbing up another set of stairs and another like a ladder. The room he enters barely catches your notice, save for the lightness of its walls and its cleanliness.

The door just to the side of the entrance reveals an adjoining bathroom. He takes you in and sits you on the closed toilet in your blanket. Your eyes scan your surroundings. White tile gleams, pristine. A large sink sits in a quartz countertop which dips into a vanity. A shower head points into a large tub—big enough for at least two. You shudder and close your eyes for a moment to shield yourself from that gut-wrenching thought.

Water rushes from the faucet of the bathtub and he lets it fill. The sound of it grates in your head. Too loud, too much. Your feet itch. An attempt to stand and run leads to disappointment—dizziness and fatigue too much a hinderance. You groan. Though it catches his notice, Andy says nothing and continues to prepare towels and soaps for your bath.

You can admit that relief sparks at the prospect of finally getting clean. How long you’ve spent in that filthy, disgusting basement you couldn’t say. Don’t even want to guess. Nose-blind now to your own body odor, you can’t imagine how you smell, and you can’t bring yourself to look in the vanity’s mirror to see the state of your skin.

“Come here, honey,” Andy beckons while he approaches and tries to strip the blanket from your shoulders.

“No,” you grit between your teeth, clutching at the fabric.

With your impaired strength against his, it’s no wonder you lose. He balls the blanket and throws it out the door. A smug smile on his lips. You sneer.

Delighted at your inability to defend yourself, he hikes you back up into his arms and dips you into the water. One smooth motion with no time for you to snap at him as your bottom finds the porcelain of the tub. Violent shivers wrack your body. The water, it’s too cold. Your hands grip the edge, searching for leverage to hoist yourself out of the glacial water.

Andy’s hold you down. “Hey, let your body get used to it. The doctor said lukewarm water would help lower your temperature.” His eyes shine down at you, a farce of kindness and sympathy. Too consumed by drinking in your bare figure beneath the water.

Your lips tremble too much to do more than sputter hateful sounds. But your captor doesn’t seem to mind as he begins to douse your shoulders and hair with water and foam up a loofah with body wash.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you manage to bite as his hand approaches.

“Do you think you can wash yourself, honey?” he asks, all concern and encouragement—evil bastard. “Here.” He offers the loofah to your hands. “You can go ahead.”

The frustration builds. Your hands fumble the soapy loofah before it falls into the bath water. You try again, but each effort to wash your limbs ends in struggle and defeat.

“It’s alright, precious girl,” Andy coos with a pleased glint in his eye, “let me help you.”

You’ve no choice. Not when he takes the loofah and softly scrubs it over your shoulders. With the warmth of the water and your waning energy, it’s no contest. You sink down into the water while he manipulates your limbs.

“You know,” he mentions as he tilts your head back and grabs a soft washcloth for your face. “I’m not a bad guy, honey.” He smooths the soapy cloth over your face and clears it from the dust and debris of the basement. “I just wanted us to have our best chance.”

“Holy hell,” you mutter under your breath, leaning into the distortion of your syllables through your slightly stuffed nose.

A knock sounds from the door. Your head lifts from its position. Sputtering through the water that splashes in your eyes, you huff a frustrated breath.

“I have everything ready out here,” the other man says through the wood.

“Thanks,” Andy calls over his shoulder, turning back to you with a smile. “It’s all gonna be better, you’ll see.”

Curses run through your head, scenarios forming. Each one worse than the next. What hell are they going to put you through now? Andy tips your head back further and soaks your hair with water.

“I know this might take a moment, but I’ve researched what’s best for your hair.” Pride exudes from his words, like he’s expecting praise from you. As fucking if.

He squeezes shampoo into his hand and begins. Each step he does with the utmost care. Like you’re some precious, fragile doll fit for breaking. You wonder how deeply he researched—what effort were you worth? He pours more water over your head and shields your eyes.

God fucking dammit. You’re enjoying it. The pampering. The care. The gentle touch. You retch over the side of the tub, a dry convulsion of your stomach. His hand rubs over your back to soothe you. You want to scream. But you fall back into the lukewarm water, shivers running up your spine, and let him finish. The sooner he does, the sooner you stop that traitorous train of thought in its tracks.

Once he completes the last step of his routine, he pulls the plug on the drain and leaves you in the murky, receding water. You let your fingers drift until it’s all gone, disgusted by the grime sloughed from your skin.

“Oh,” he says, coming back to your side with a fluffy towel. He stares at the last dregs of water like you. “Maybe one last rinse, precious.”

By the time you’re truly done with your bath, you can’t even complain when he helps you stand and wraps you in the fluffy towel. Relief flowing too heavy to fight him off. He cradles you close to his chest and runs his hands along your waist, reveling in your semi-compliant state.

“There we go,” he sighs in delight. “Nice and clean.”

You grumble but can admit you feel much better. Your head clears as you stand there in his arms, despite the sickness still swirling around in your body and leaving a cloudy haze behind.

Andy escorts you out to the larger room. You glance around. But you halt your perusal, confused by the stranger from before seated at a small table. Before him spreads several papers. You’re sat beside him, Andy’s hands a firm weight on your shoulders.

“Andy,” he addresses your captor, “why don’t we let her have a moment to herself?”

Andy pipes up a noise of protest. “She needs to—”

“Andrew,” he admonishes, “give her a break.”

Andy sighs and squeezes your shoulders. You glance up at him. Irritation narrows his gaze. But they both leave.

You gawk after them. Flabbergasted by the sway the older man has over Andy. The way Andy defers to him. Could this man really help you get out of here? You keep to your observations of them until the door shuts behind them, disbelief and suspicion waning.

The room falls silent around you. With a chance for a better look around, you notice the light grey walls, the white crown moulding, the tufted headboard on the bed and matching furniture. It looks like someone threw up a Pottery Barn catalogue and a Live Laugh Love Pinterest board, and it congealed into this room. Not your style at all. You grimace.

Another door stands in the corner—you pray for a closet. You walk over and open it, finding not much. A few frilly dresses, and that’s all. Your brow furrows in disappointment. Better than being naked, you grab one off the hanger and throw it over your head. At least there’s no zipper to grapple with.

You tug and smooth the fabric over your stomach and legs. The dress not to your preference, it clings uncomfortably to your frame. Your feet find their way back to the table, you glance at the array of documents. Fingers flip through a few of them before your vision swims and the door opens again, just a crack.

“Are you decent?” the stranger whispers through the small space.

“As good as I’m gonna get,” you respond with a sigh and a hand massaging your forehead.

With your reply, he sneaks into the room and closes the door behind him. He glances to the fingers still pressed to the papers and those kneading at your temple.

“Did you get a chance to read through them?” he asks with a nod of his head toward the table.

You shake yours. “But it looks like some kind of contract.”

“You’re right.” His hand raises to comb his hair back. It flops over and brushes his cheeks. “Mostly, it’s a non-disclosure agreement. A few other bits and pieces.”

“For what?”

“Andy’s a lawyer,” he explains while taking a seat at the table. “He understands legal documents. I suggested this as a way to help you.” His hands sweep in a gesture above the papers.

“Why?” you ask, the words tinged with suspicion as you sink into the seat across from him.

“Why what?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

“Why do you want to help me?”

The man lets out a heavy breath and stretches his hands across the table. “Andy’s my friend, but he needs help. I know that.” He presses a finger to the sheet closest to him. “This is what I can do. Get you someplace better. Make sure my friend gets what he needs. Make sure he never does this again.”

Looking in his eyes, keeping your gazes locked, he doesn’t flinch or look away. He’s telling the truth. He wants to get you out, just like he said. You blink in shock.

“So if I sign these papers, it’s over?” you ask, hands finding their way to clutch together in your lap.

“It’s the only way I can see this getting better,” he replies with the same sincerity. He gathers everything up in a pile and hands it over.

A pen sits by your hand and you lift it. You scan the first document, but with the headache and sinus pressure, it’s all legal jargon you can’t decipher before it becomes blackish grey mush in your eyes. Your head starts to spin. Before you can think better, your signature and initials sit on their respective dotted lines.

The man breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he says, clipping everything together. Gratitude saturates each word, too saccharine. “It’ll be so much better now. I promise, you’ll enjoy the attic much more than the basement.”

He keeps talking, but static fills your brain. The attic? Wasn’t he going to get you out? He said—he said…you can’t quite remember anymore. Your brain pounds behind your eyes. You clutch at your head.

The door swings open and Andy charges in, beelining for his friend and flipping through the packet of papers. A smile growing wider and wider on his lips.

“She signed everything?” he asks, voice excited in a way you don’t like.

“She did.” The older man pats your captor on the back. “Congratulations, you two. I’ll leave you to your honeymoon.”

“What?” you mumble. A nauseous weight sits heavy on your chest. You can’t breathe. All air sucked out of the room.

The older man comes over to you, crouching and catching your eye. “It’ll be better,” he repeats, patting your hand. “Just you wait. That marriage certificate was exactly what he needed. He’ll take much better care of his wife.” He stands and presses a kiss to your forehead. You wipe your face in shock while he shakes Andy’s hand. He walks away and turns back for one last wave before closing the door to your new hell.

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