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guccifrog · 2 months

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you don't even know my name

chris sturniolo x f!reader

warnings : SMUT hm hm hm hmmm 😈🙏

I cringed so hard writing this but here is your fic also it's not proofread ☝🔥

•As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, you and your best friend Ava found yourselves nestled comfortably in the cozy confines of your car, as you had been for the past few hours. The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air. You had been discussing everything from your favorite TV shows to the latest celebrity gossip, all while capturing it all on camera for your loyal YouTube followers.

"I just can't get over how hot he is" Ava gushed as she scrolled through a picture of a popular actor on her phone. "I kid you not y/n if this man asked me to get on my knees and bark" she paused looking up at you with seriousness in her eyes "I'd do it!" You couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic tone. "Oh please" you chuckled.

"I mean he's hot and all but imagine moaning his name"you added, taking a sip of your root beer. Ava paused for a moment, her face scrunching in concentration. "yeah you're right" she finally said, "It's so unmoanable, like you can't even do it right!" You couldn't help but snicker at her poor attempt. "Okay, enough of that," Ava said, rolling her eyes.

"no, but like let's talk about unmoanable names," You said, sitting up straight. "Like, imagine moaning something like 'Bradley' or 'Austin' or something, it's just not it!" You both giggled at the ridiculousness of it.

"how about 'Christopher'" Ava asked, making you both laugh. "oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" you whined sarcastically. The two of you were in hysterics now, tears streaming down your faces as you tried to catch your breath.

"Wait wait, you could use the short version too like Chris or Topher, and then it'd be like 'Oh-Topher!' That would be so much worse!" You both collapsed into fresh fits of giggles, unable to contain your amusement any longer. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're laughing so hard at this" Ava managed to choke out between laughs. "But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." you trailed off, unable to finish the thought without losing it again.

"WOAH" Ava's eyes widened as she processed what you had just said. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter. "Oh my god, oh my god!"

Your sides hurt from laughing so hard, tears streaming down your face. "okay I guess we should probably-" you started, but Ava cut you off with a loud laugh. "end this video here" You snorted, trying to catch your breath. 'Oh, Christopher'..." Your voice trailed off, before ending the video, and the two of you dissolved into another fit of giggles, clutching each other for support.

After regaining your composure, you both decided to go home and edit the video before posting it online. you couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you watched back the footage, "I can't believe we were laughing so hard at something so stupid," Ava chuckled, shaking her head. "But hey, at least it made a good video," you replied, your eyes still glued to your laptop. Once you were satisfied with your editing, you quickly uploaded the video to your YouTube channel.

The next few days, the video went so viral unexpectedly that you and Ava couldn't believe your eyes. Thousands of comments flooded your YouTube page. The likes and subscribers to your channel were duplicated, and everyone was sharing clips from the video on TikTok and Instagram. You even got invited to a huge influencer party this weekend. You and Ava were both completely overwhelmed by the sudden attention, but you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was. You even found yourselves scrolling through the comments, reading all the different interpretations of the 'Oh Christopher' joke. Some people thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard, while others were confused as to why it was so funny at all.

The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar sounds of typing as Nick, was sat on the sofa across from Chris scrolling through his phone. The two brothers were in their usual setting, the living room of their apartment. It was just another normal evening for them until a video that popped up on Nick's screen caught his eye and sent him into fits of laughter.

"Dude, you gotta see this" Nick exclaimed, barely able to contain his laughter as he threw his phone at Chris.

Chris, confused by his brother's sudden outburst , took the phone and began to watch the video. It was a clip of two girls, sitting in a car.

"But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." One of the girls in the video trailed off,

"WOAH!" The other one looked at her in shock, before they both burst into laughter.

Chris stared at Nick's phone in disbelief, his eyes widening as he continued to watch the video. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and soon enough they were both doubled over with laughter. "Oh my god," Chris gasped between laughs, "this is too much." He handed the phone back to Nick, still chuckling.

Their laughter died down as they both sat there, breathing heavily. Chris grabbed his phone, opening TikTok."Nick send me that video" Nick raised his eyebrows but decided to comply.

As Chris watched the video, again, he clicked on the hashtag that had one of the girls' names in it and found hundreds of similar videos, and some edits. He clicked on the first video that popped up. It was a different clip from the same video.

"how about 'Christopher'" the girl asked

"oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" the other one whined, sarcastically. But something about the way she said it made Chris' heart race a little too fast. it turned him on.

He couldn't believe it, but there was something about hearing his name come out of her lips like that, in that suggestive tone, that did it for him.

He couldn't help but feel a strange tingle in his pants. He quickly looked away from the screen, trying to pretend it wasn't affecting him. he felt stupid for getting turned on by some random girl on TikTok. But the more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he could just focus on something else. He felt guilty, ashamed even.

"I hate traffic," you complained as your best friend Ava pulled up to the curb in front of the mansion. The address was an unlisted number in the most exclusive part of town, and you'd been circling the block for over twenty minutes. "Why couldn't they just have this party somewhere normal?"

"This is normal for them," Ava shrugged, throwing her car into the park. She grabbed her small, designer purse and hopped out of the car, glancing around at the other luxury vehicles surrounding you.

You both walked up to the huge, gold-plated doors and were immediately greeted by a bouncer who checked your names off a list. The inside of the mansion was even more luxurious than you'd expected, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorning the walls. The party itself was in full swing, with people dancing to the loud music and laughing as they sipped on their drinks.

"Hey, check out that guy over there," Ava pointed at a tall, dark-haired man standing by himself near the grand piano. He looked like he was lost in thought, not paying attention to anyone else around him. "He's totally cute. Let's go say hi!"

"girl, no," you said shaking your head, "you don't even know him" you whispered to your best friend. Ava rolled her eyes" When did YOU start caring if we know people or not? Come on, he's cute and looks lonely" she insisted.

You sighed"Fine, but let me get a drink first" Ava nodded, and You made your way through the crowded room, carefully navigating between people as you made your way to the bar. The bartender smiled warmly at you as you approached. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Surprise me," you said with a small smile. The bartender reached for a bottle behind him and began pouring liquids into a shiny martini glass. "On the house," he said, sliding the drink across the polished wood. "My name's Damon, by the way." You took a sip of the drink, savoring the smooth, fruity flavor. "Thanks, Damon," you said, setting the glass down on the counter.

While you were chatting with Damon, you kept an eye on Ava and the mysterious man she'd been so interested in. You decided to let her have her fun, but you weren't quite ready to join them yet. As you took another sip of your drink, you found yourself lost in thought.

You were just about to set your glass down when you felt a hand on your waist, gently guiding you off to the side, before letting go. You turned to see who it was and was met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen.

"Sorry," a gentle voice said, before disappearing. You turned back to the party, taking in the scene, Ava was now dancing with the tall, dark-haired guy. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Ava looked like she was having the time of her life.

You took one last sip from your drink, before placing it down with a 'clack' on the counter. With a smile, you slowly made your way through the crowd, the rhythm of the music guiding your steps. The dance floor was packed, but somehow you managed to find a spot where you could lose yourself in the music.

Kiss It Better by Rihanna started playing and you smiled, the beat was perfect for your mood. You raised your arm in the air and began to sway to the music, feeling the rhythm in your bones. You closed your eyes, letting the music take control as you moved your hips and spun around, singing along to the words.

unbeknownst to you, the same blue-eyed stranger from before had been watching you as you danced, to the music, and seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.

His eyes locked on you as you swayed, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You span around, your eyes catch his and hold them, you smile tilting your head slightly in confusion as you continue to dance, and you gesture to him with your index finger to come closer. He nods slightly, walking over to you, his hands in his pockets. He took a step forward before swiftly moving around you, guiding your body with his hands as he spins you around the dance floor.

You gasped, your heart pounding in excitement. The music seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your breath and the beat of your heart. He held you close, his big hands resting on the fabric of your skirt, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your ass, and it made you want to moan with pleasure.

As if sensing your arousal, he slowed down the dance, moving you in a lazy circle on the dance floor. His hands traveled up your back, cupping your shoulders, before sliding down to your hips. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, his erection pressing harder against your ass. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more of his touch.

You were aware of the fact that he was just a stranger, but like Ava said, when did you care if you knew people or not? You let yourself enjoy the moment, and enjoy him. His hands traveled down to your hips, lifting you higher against his body. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering, "You feel so good, so warm in my arms."

You shivered, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. The alcohol was beginning to make you feel light-headed but in a good way. You pressed your back harder against him, wanting more of his touch "Careful, princess, we're in a public place" he whispered, loosening his grip on you slightly. You felt the cool air brush against your skin as he pulled you away from his body, but you reached back, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you, as you hurried out of the dance floor.

You led him to a bathroom, grabbing the knob and twisting, just to realize that it was locked, he watched in amusement as you give the door an aggressive kick, sighing in frustration when it still doesn't open. "Hey, I got it," he says, crouching down and wrapping his arm around the space between the back of your knees and the small of your back, lifting you up in the air effortlessly. "Gotcha." He carries you to the end of the hallway where there's a small, unused office, its door slightly ajar. He kicks it open, revealing an empty room with a small desk and a few chairs. He carries you inside, setting you down next to the desk with a gentle thump.

You turn to face him, your hands grabbing the edge of the desk, and leaning back on it. "That's better," you pant, your breath hot. His eyes meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you want to do now?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "I don't know... show me something I've never seen before," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the muffled music. His eyes flash with amusement and he leans in closer.

"you don't even know my name," he whispers back, his lips brushing against your ear. "hmm?" he asks, his warm breath tickling your skin. You inhale, feeling a shiver run down your spine. You tilt your head to the side, offering him better access to your neck.

"I don't care" You muttered as you closed your eyes, giving into the sensation of his breath on your skin. "Just show me something I've never seen before..." Your voice trailed off as you felt his fingers gently brush against your cheek, pushing a stray hair back behind your ear.

"that's crazy coming from someone who thinks Chris is an unmoanable name" Your eyes snapped open and met his. You quickly looked away feeling ashamed as you realized he had definitely seen the video.

"way to ruin the moment," you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. He let out a chuckle, seeming to enjoy teasing you. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't care about that either. You looked like you were having fun in your video, and that's all that matters." His hand traveled down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and turning your head so that you were looking at him again. "let's see how much will it take you to take back your opinion about my name..." He leaned in closer, his lips just millimeters from yours. "If you do, then I'll stop teasing you."

Your heart raced as you stared into his eyes. A part of you wanted to take back your words, to kiss him just to prove yourself wrong, but another part of you wanted to keep him teasing you, wanting more of his attention. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the anticipation build up inside you, before finally leaning in and pressing your lips against his. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.

You felt a thrill run through you as you explored his mouth, tasting the beer on his tongue and the hint of mint from his breath. He tasted so good, better than any of your past hookups. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body start to respond to his touch, wanting more of it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed. "Well, I guess that answers that question," he said with a smirk. "You're so stubborn" He leaned in again, his lips pressing against yours, and you felt your body melt into his touch.

His hand slipped down your back, over the curve of your ass, and gripped your hip. You moaned into his kiss, feeling the heat between your legs spread throughout your entire body. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your leg. His other hand found its way under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin, making you shiver.

As he walked you backward, your back hit the wall with a soft thud. He didn't break the kiss, instead, he deepened it, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that sent shockwaves through your core.

One of his hands slid up your body, and grabbed your neck, pulling your head back. He pressed his knee on your clothed center, grinding against it roughly. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck. He sucked gently on your skin, leaving a mark that stung pleasantly. "You're so fucking wet" he chuckled, his voice rough with desire. You moaned, arching your back against him. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice laced with entertainment. You shook your head frantically, feeling the heat between your legs growing more intense by the second.

He released your neck but didn't let go of your hip. His other hand found its way under your shirt, teasing your nipple through your bra. You gasped as he pinched it hard, rolling it between his fingers. "Fuck," you whined, squirming against him. He chuckled darkly and bit down on your neck. "Maybe I should just take you right here," he whispered, his words hot against your skin.

Before you could reply, he reached down and quickly slid down your panties, baring you to him. You gasped as his fingers brushed against your slick folds, feeling the cool air of the room against your exposed cunt. He placed his knee back between your legs, rubbing roughly against your swollen clit. His hands were now gripping your waist tightly as you rode his thigh, your hips moving in a desperate rhythm.

You arch your back, as he continues to tease you. His thigh is hot against your clit. You feel your muscles tense, your breath coming in short gasps as you edge closer and closer to your release. You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of his hands on your hips, guiding you on his thigh, and the way he looks at you like he can see every thought and feeling inside you.

You feel him kiss your neck, his lips trailing down your shoulder as he sucks gently on the skin. "Fuck, I want to feel you around me," he whispers, and with one swift motion, he stands, lifting you up with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing against you, and the wetness between your legs spreading on his thigh. He carries you back over to the desk, setting you down gently on the surface with a thud. Your legs spread wide as he kneels between them, his hands on the desktop for support as he leans in, his lips just above your center.

You watch him as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He parts your folds with his thumbs, revealing your swollen clit to him. His tongue flicks out, circling your sensitive nub before pressing against it in a long, slow lick. You arch your back, moaning loudly as he sucks on your clit, teasing it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Your hips rise off the desk, seeking more contact with his mouth.

As you feel yourself getting closer, he stops, pulling his lips away from your center. You look up at him in confusion, breathless from the pleasure he's been giving you. "Please," you whisper, your voice shaky. He smirks, reaching down and rubbing your clit roughly with his thumb. "Please what?" he teases, his voice low and seductive. "Please make you come?"You nod frantically, your hips bucking against his hand.

"use your words" He demands, his gaze locked on yours as you struggle to form a sentence. You can't speak, your words tangled up in the pleasure flowing through your body. He watches you with dark, intense eyes, his thumb still rubbing your sensitive clit in small, slow circles.

You felt the pressure building inside you, your body tense and ready to release. You dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to keep going, to help you get there. He chuckles, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me how you want it."

You gasp, your eyes flashing up to meet his as you try to catch your breath. "I want you to make me cum," you manage to choke out, the words barely audible even to your ears. "I want it so bad," you whine, your hips grinding against his hand. You're so close, that you can feel the heat rising up from your core. You arch your back, pressing your swollen clit harder against his thumb, desperate for release.

"What did we agree on though ?" He asked, teasingly slowing down his hand movement as he watched your face twist in frustration. You grit your teeth, his thumb still circling your clit. "I take..." you breathed out, your voice strained as you tried to focus. "...I take it back."

He smiled, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he continued to tease you. "take what back, sweetheart ?" he whispered huskily, his thumb still moving in small circles. You gasped, as you tried to focus. "Your name," you managed to choke out between breaths. "it's moanable."

"oh yeah ?" he asked, a smirk curling his lips as he glanced up at you from where he knelt between your spread legs. "prove it" he challenged, his thumb still working on your clit in small, relentless circles. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your wet center as his lips parted, revealing his teeth. "Prove to me that it's moanable."

You inhaled, feeling your body tensing. His finger pressed harder against your clit, his thumb, and forefinger forming a perfect circle as he circled and pressed. You arched your back, your hips lifting off the desk as you moaned his name, your voice low and throaty. "Chris!." you panted, your words coming out in gasps.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, his voice low and amused.

You moaned again, your hips moving faster against his hand as you felt the familiar tension building inside you. "That's it," he whispered, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your thigh. "Let it out for me"

You cried out, your body arching as you came. Your muscles clench and release in rapid succession, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over you in waves. His thumb continues to circle your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

"Fuck, it feels so good," you pant, your head falling back against the desk. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Don't... don't stop," you whimper, your hips still moving helplessly against his hand.

He chuckles, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, his other hand moving to cup your hip, holding you in place. You whimper, arching your back as you feel the last tendrils of pleasure wash over you.

"I can't believe how submissive you are," he giggled, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "I feel like I could make you cum just by thinking about it." He leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh.

You moan, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm. His hand moves to gently stroke your clit, teasing the sensitive skin as he asks, "Want more?"

You were about to answer, but a loud ring interrupted you. "Shit," Chris muttered as he reached for his phone, glancing at the screen. "It's my mom." He rolled his eyes and put the phone to his ear, shooting you a sheepish smile. "Hey mom, what's up?"

As he spoke to his mother, you took the opportunity to collect yourself, pushing the desk back and sitting up straight. Your heart was still racing, and your body felt warm and tingling all over. Chris glanced at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips.

When he finally hung up the phone, he let out a sigh. "Sorry about that," he said, shaking his head. "So, um... I have to go" he added, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "But I had a really good time. You were great, and I can't wait to see you again."

You were a little disappointed, but you still smiled at him. "I had a great time too, Chris." He leans down, his face close to yours, and brushes a stray hair from your cheek. "Maybe next time, I'll make you cum even harder," he giggled, and before you can react, he's gone.

Chris walked into his room, The air in the room was thick with the scent of his cologne, and the bed was unmade, sheets twisted around the pillows. He quickly took off his clothes and walked over to his shower, turning on the water to warm it up. As he stepped in, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened with you. The memory of your body beneath him, your moans in his ear, the feel of your hands on his skin... it was all still fresh in his mind.

"Fuck" He groaned, as he reached between his legs, his hand finding his already hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly, imagining it was you who was touching him. He pictured your soft, warm lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling around the head, your hands gripping his hips as you took him deeper.

He closed his eyes, letting out a moan, trying to focus on the feel of his skin under his fingertips, and the hot spray of the shower against his body. But it was impossible to ignore the images of you that flashed through his mind, making him even harder.

He remembered how you had looked earlier, sitting on that desk, your legs spread wide, your eyes meeting his as he approached. He could feel the heat between your legs even from across the room. it was driving him wild.

Chris gripped his cock tightly, his hips moving in time with his strokes as The memory of your moans filled the shower stall, echoing in his ears. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense with need.

He imagined sliding his cock between your legs, hearing the wetness as he penetrated you, feeling the tightness as he thrust deep inside.

His strokes grew faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the brink. He pictured your hands gripping the desk, your head thrown back in euphoria, your loud moans filling the room. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensing as he felt the first, powerful wave of release wash over him.

Chris cried out, his voice muffled by the sound of running water, as he came hard, his cock throbbing in his hand. The hot spray of water pelted his skin, but he barely noticed as he rode out the waves of pleasure. When he finally regained his senses, he quickly cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower.

He dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, his movements still a little unsteady. He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't help but wonder when he would see you again.

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lady-ashfade · 3 months

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The trio

Day 11 of celebration marathon

Platonic!Trio x reader

-£ ask: Can you do something about how Percy, Annabeth and Grover would be meeting a new mortal friend after the quest? Like Annabeth having her first friend outside camp and maybe having all the awesome kid moments she missed ie sleepovers, movies, school dance... stuff like that. Grover making a friend he isn't trying to protect or save and can just be himself. And Percy making a friend with the confidence he got from knowing he's different but not broken. (I loved tonight's episode and can't wait for season two! I hope your enjoying the books they were my favorite when I was 12) @poemfreak306

-£ Warnings: fluffy friendship, hcs, me just going with what my brain comes up with, I haven’t slept since yesterday.

It’s funny how you were so excepting of their situation. Of course you were confused but you got over it pretty fast.

you had watched them defeat a monster on your way home from school and hid while they took care of it. You actually thought you were losing your mind.

They were just surprised as you when you went up to them, a normal human. I mean humans could see through the fog before but you were different.

“So…you actually have goat legs?” You point down at Grover as he blushes and nods.

“Awesome.”

You took them to your house and offered them a place to stay for the night, or some meals at first since they didn’t want to stay around you to long.

Annabeth likes to talk about things she feels like she can’t around anyone at camp, like girly things. Maybe you teach her a new hair style? Or show her a new teen magazine with cutes boys, then show her new movies she might like.

(I have a feel for wound either love or hate legacy blonde and you can’t convince me otherwise)

She likes when you gossip about your regular life and the problems you have, she likes to live through you. She also likes to teach you things to if you ask.

Grover is so happy to have you. He doesn’t feel the pressure. Not that it’s a problem with the other two but he likes to chill in your room. He’s a sucker for laying down in your room while you listen to music and play with his hair. Also, teach him videos games and battle him. He likes to visit you all the time to complain or rest up. You are his battery charger.

Also, Grover loves you because you always prepare snacks for him. He eats anything, Tin cans and random things he could find but you take the time to make him something. Makes him feel loved and cared about.

You are a blessing in Percy’s eyes. The other kids made fun of him for his whole like. But here you are, not a care in the world. You do scold him if he gets hurt and about being more careful tho he enjoys that. He had a kinda normal childhood with his mom so he knew a lot of things like you did so it was easy to bond. You got all his references!

Percy likes it when you listen to him rant on about his problems, about how camp is, or how he killed some monster. He enjoys how excited you get when he tells his stories. You call him and the others your hero’s.

Movie nights are always fun with them. Either you and Percy are showing them a movie you watched or you show them something.

If it horror. Grover will be watching intently while eating popcorn unlike what you thought the first time, he likes it. Annabeth is screaming at the tv how they are messing themselves up and somehow ends up rooting for the killer, (she never will admit she yelps at times) and Percy is in the middle. Sometimes his curling up and turning away, or laughing at the screen.

They get to be kids and enjoy a sleepover, eating snacks and throwing them around, laughing so hard they cry, staying up “all night” and then crashing.

Everytime they return to camp they have a new photo of you to hang up. Even as a mortal you are their best friend and they wouldn’t change it any other way.

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-£ this was edited poorly so many mistakes are made because I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

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boozenboze · 1 year

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Hello! I'm unsure if requests are open, if not please do forgive me! I've never done this before- Do reject this if you desire! >.< I wanted to know if you can possibly do- Task 141 x Male! Ghostface Reader, where he's almost identical to the original GF but with a twist, very snarky with his funny remarks despite seemingly being cruel and cold. He's an actual sweetheart when he's comfy around them? Mysterious as they have never seen a photo or proper description of him, as it's either n/a or classified- You can base him off the Danny Johnson Ghostface

An idea for this could be that he's a target from Laswell after various high-status politics suddenly disappear and she orders them to detain him and perhaps even acquire him as a potential ally only for the boys to get to the location and see him absolutely wreaking havoc, almost like a saw movie with how gorey and aggressive he can be? Then he just turns around and just makes a nonchalant comment on how cute they are for being so late? He's partially playful and monotonous with his raspy voice which turns out not to be a device but his actual one- Doing small pranks on the boys as they chase him around the establishment, clearly having the time of his life? Then when they manage to corner him, he's just passive- and he somehow manages to slip away with the promise of 'playing' with them again.

Hyped up on Spooky boys and I love your writing style!!! This has also inspired me to make a Ghostface COD Oc- LEMME STOP LOL -GhostyFaceAnon 👻

Whats Your FavoriteScary Movie~?

Tf!141 x Ghostface!Male reader

Females, She/Her and She/They DNI

A good horror story is made from true events.Luckily thats how M/n’s stories went and thats what made them terrifying.All of his stories would make others uncomfortable,unsettled and to top it off it would captivate the eyes of others.Though there was one part of the story M/n enjoyed the most

The climax

“So your telling me that these politics just disappeared with no trace?”Price asked Laswell,peering over her shoulder.

“Yeah, theres only a little footage of each disappearance. I was editing it and I was able to catch something.”Laswell said as she slowed the video down and pausing it when the figure in black showed up.They were now able to see the Ghostface mask the person wore.

“What the hell?”Soap muttered out, trying to comprehend what he was looking at.The male was sneaking up on one of the many politics that had gone missing before striking a pole across the mans neck.The man fell too the ground and that was the last thing they saw before the footage cut out.

“Do you know who could be doing this.”Gaz asked as he eyed the file that Laswell had been holding.

“I’ve tried but.”Laswell placed the file on the table before opening it.“everything on his file is either scratched out or theres just nothing there.”Laswell said as Priced pulled the file towards him.The only information that was given was the mans code name.Ironically it was S.C.R.E.A.M in all caps.

“This guy is the new Ghostface now or what?”Ghost asked as Soap chuckled.

“Well looks like you two are made for one another, both of ya are Ghosts.”Soap joked as Ghost glared at him in response.Gaz looked at Laswell for a moment before speaking up.

“Where are they hiding these people exactly?”Gaz asked as Laswell showed them a picture of a building.It looked old but it was oddly clean despite the moss that was forming on the front of it.

“I had someone get this for me since all the disappearances happened around this area.Its a crowded area but it has a high rate for people going missing.”Laswell said as Price hummed in response.

The building had moss all over it, and the screams of people could be heard from inside.One had passed out from shock and the others were whimpering or trying to get out of the chair that they were tied to.The room was covered in blood, there were weapons all over the walls, it was just a mess.

“Y-you know we can get pass all of this-w-we won’t tell a soul if you let us go!”One of them yelled out, only to be met with cold metal hitting their throat.

“What makes you think I’d believe you?”A disorientated voice spoke out while running a knife across his neck.The man was shaking now as he felt the tip of the knife be pulled away by the perpetrator.The man in the mask sighed while stomping his feet on the ground like a toddler.

“I’m so bored~!Oh!I have an idea lets play a trivia game!”The male said in excitement as some began whimpering in their chairs, shaking uncontrollably.The masked man made his way to the wall and scanned all of the weapons then smiled once his mic came into view.

“I have a question, whats your favorite scary movie?”SCREAM asked as he put the mic in one of their faces.

“T-the Babadook.”The woman muttered as the male who questioned her grunted in disapproval.

“The Babadook, seriously?Honestly what are peoples taste in horror nowadays”SCREAM said as he moved on to another.

“What about you, whats your favorite scary movie?”The question moved to the man tied next to the woman.

“Holloween you bastard.”The man spat out but was met with a whack to the head.

“No profanity jackass, what about you good sir.Whats your favorite scary movie?”He asked once more with a monotone voice, now eying the man who was still passed out.

“Friday the 13.”He kept his answer short, afraid of what would happen if he said more.The male began to chuckle under his mask as he approached the male who was passed out, still tied to his chair.He lifted the man up and dragrd his chair beneath a dim light that was hanging from the ceiling.

“Time for a trivia~!Answer 3 questions, answer one wrong your little friend dies.”SCREAM said threatening the others with enthusiasm.The man was about to explain the rules until the passed out man woke up and began screaming.The e/c eyes behind the mask looked unamused at the mans cries.

“Please don’t do th-.”The woman was cut off.

“Catagorey:Holloween, who was the killer in the Holloween movie.Come on now one of you have to answer!”SCREAM taunted as the other man blurted out.

“Micheal Myers!It was Micheal you sick fucker!”The man yelled as SCREAM gave him a round of applause.

“Good job....question 2 different Category: Friday the 13th.Who was the original killer of Friday the 13th.”

“Jason Voorhees!”The woman cried out as SCREAM sighed in disappointment.

“Darn, I’m afraid your incorrect.”SCREAM said in faux remorse.The womans eyes widened.

“N-no that is correct I’ve watched that movie to many times to know-“

“If you did watch it as much as you claim you’d know that the original killer is Mrs.Voorhees.”He explained.“Jason didn’t arrive until the sequel.”He continued as the woman shook her head in disbelief.

“Ah...I’m sorry but, seems like your buddy has to go!”SCREAM turned off the light that was hanging over the politician, and the sound of something ripping open could be heard as well as well as a scream.The light was turned back on and Scream was no where to be seen, although the only thing there was the politician, stomach ripped open eith his intestines spilling over his lap.SCREAM moved the males chair away from the light before grabbing the woman who was tied up.She began screaming at him, telling him that “he didn’t have to do this”, he didn’t care it was his job anyway.

“Come on now, the games have to continue!”The disorientated voice said as a smile crept upon his features.

The taskforce made it to the building, weapons loaded and all.The fact that this was just one guy they were dealing with, and they needed all of them together to detain him.

“Just how dangerous is this guy?”Gaz asked himself aloud as Ghost glanced at him.He himself was wondering what they were dealing with.This man kidnapped 4 politicians on his own without being caught, and weeks after their disappearances they’ve just now have gotten a lead on where they were.They began to walk inside but were immediately stopped by the piercing screams that echoed throughout the building.

“Ah shit, I think we may be to late.”Soap said as they approached the room that the scream came from.Price eyed them all as they all nodded in approval, ready to see what was going on behind the door.Price kicked the door down and held his gun up, but almost dropped it once he saw the gorey situation.The others came into the room and Gaz had to cover his noise, the metallic scent of blood and chemicals was prominent and would’ve given anyone a headache.All of the politics were dead, well, besides two.

SCREAM was sawing off the politicans legs off as the other one screamed at him through a gag.He was choking on his own blood due to being stabbed in the stomach multiple times, and was suffocating behind the gag.

SCREAM whipped his head around due too the click of a gun.

“Oh well you all came late how cute~.SCREAM said teasingly as he swiftly pulled out a gun and shot the man whose leg was being chopped off in the head. “Welp gotta go handsomes~!”He continued as he made his way past them all.

The politicians body slumped, already alerting them that he was dead.The team was stunned so the s/c skinned male made a run for it, and Ghost was the first one to snap out of the state of shock.

“He’s running down stairs!”Ghost yelled out as he ran after him.The male being chased slipped while running down the stairs and groaned when he hit the floor.

“Agh-Fucking SHIT!”The male yelled in pain as his ankle throbbed.He suspected he may have twisted his ankle but got up when the other male wearing a Ghost mask footsteps got louder.He stood up and limped away but his adrenaline was high so he started to run again but was immediately stopped by Price who turned the corner.Knowing that he couldn’t turn around he threw one of his knives at Price who dodges it, but it gave him a chance to run pass him,in which he did.He kept running but what do you know, Soap tackled him and they rolled across the concrete floor.M/n got up just as quick as Soap did.The Scot pointed a gun at the mask wearing male who crossed his arms.The others showed up shortly after finding their teammate.

“Hehe...hello?”The man said awkwardly as he backed away from the men who now had him cornered.His eyes scanned the area for an escape which none was there, besides the oh so conveniently placed window that had been opened for some odd reason.Ghost eyed the man up and down, taking note of the dark wear the male was wearing.His outfit had a lot of chains, some of them in which he tied the politicians with.

“Drop your weapons and come with us, don’t make things harder than what it is.”Price said calmly as SCREAM shifted in place.He had been inching closer the the open window and was stopped by Gaz who had noticed the males advances.

“Where are you trying to go hm?”The brown skinned male asked as SCREAM eyed him through his mask.Now that Gaz was upclose, he could see the soft e/c eyes that hidden behind the mask.His heart would’ve melted if he hadn’t known this was the guy that killed those politics.Important politics at that.

“Well I will go where I want if you’d get your pretty ass out my face.”SCREAM said jokingly as Gaz glared at him, blush beginning yo cover his cheeks at the word ‘pretty’.

“How about y’all let me go, and we go our separate ways eh?I mean we don’t want anyone getting hurt do we?”SCREAM asked threateningly as Ghost grunted.

“Can’t we just take him already.”Ghost asked gruffly as Soap looked up at him.

“If he co-operates this could be over with.”Soap said while looking back at the man in black.SCREAM eyed Gaz for a moment before pulling the males hat down to where he couldn’t see.

He then ran towards Price who was ready to pin him down but was startled when the male rolled between his separted legs and grabbing his hat.Once the hat was in his grasp he wrapped it around the man neck before running off.Soap and Ghost started running after him once more and SCREAM made the dumb decision to throw a bar of soap at Soap.The male groaned at the sudden pain on his forehead and stopped to rub his forehead that was now beginning to bruise.

Ghost was hot on SCREAMS tail as they were almost at the exit of the building.Ghost reached out to grab the males mask but stopped in his tracks when the male pulled a bookshelf down, blocking his way.

“Hey!”A monotone voice called out to the lieutenant who glared at him through his mask.He began to step over the bookshelf until the voice was heard again.

“Your shoes untied.”SCREAM said and Ghost looked down to see that his shoe was untied,but was quickly met with a kick to the balls.Out of pure reaction he retracted his movements to bend down and almost curl up.

“Sorry buddy.....I HOPE TO PLAY WITH YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS AGAIN SOON!”SCREAM yelled out as he left the building where the team was now left in bewilderment.The guy that had tortured and killed those politics thought this whole thing was some sort of game.Well luckily for him

THEY WERE GOING TO BE PLAYING ANOTHER TYPE OF GAME NEXT TIME😏

Pt.2

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Top Shelf pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: the location set for where they eat isn’t a place in New York I think but it is where I’m from so I’m using it🥲

You guys would be astonished if you knew who the characters I created represented

I had a hard time writing for the character I put in here because I’m still not sure how to write people like her🥲

Warning: my writing, language,

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

“I changed my mind,” Lyle says suddenly as you dry your hair off glancing toward him. Hair dye setting in hair that is now dyed half pink and half black as he smiles down at his phone.

The boy had an unhealthy obsession with dying his hair lately and you had to be the one to dye it.

“About what?” You ask tightening the towel around your body as you walk out of the bathroom and toward you closet. “This is my favorite.”

He holds up a picture of you and Jenna walking down the street from the last few days making you roll your eyes.

The two of you had hung out a quite a few times after the first time and you were starting to get used to the both her and the paparazzi’s presence in your life.

You were actually enjoying it. The scandal online of people thinking the two of you are dating with how much you two are together, not to mention the Instagram follow.

The photos that were taken of you both were decent.

It’s funny really. The pictures, the edits, being stopped suddenly in the street so Jenna could take a picture with a fan or sign something. You were enjoying seeing her interact with them and how different she acted with you.

The only downsides were the amount of threats and questions you were getting on Instagram. It got to the point where you had to turn off you messages.

Another being that when they took pictures of you it was always you looking at Jenna some type of way and it irked your nerves at how obvious your love struck state was.

“You just said that about the last one you saw.” You reply as you pull an outfit off the hangers.

“Yeah but this one is the one.” He says, rolling onto his back on your bed. “You two look so cute in it, plus your making lovey dovey eyes at her, as usual.”

You huff out before letting the towel drop and start to get dressed. “What’s you guys relationship, anyway?” He asks without looking up knowing you were changing.

What was it really? Truth be told, you didn’t know yourself.

“We’re friends, what else?” You say pulling your shirt over your head. He lets out a loud groan, plopping his phone down before rolling around on your bed.

“You cannot be serious right now.” He says now laying on his stomach and looking up at you.

You let out a huff pulling your pants up. You were just friends, friends who text and go out a lot. He was just jealous your time was being taken away from him surely.

You’d have to admit, spending time with Jenna was way better than spending time with Lyle. Not that you didn’t enjoy Lyle’s company it was just that Jenna gave you other feelings than Lyle ever could.

While Lyle made you feel disgust, happiness and frustration Jenna made you feel nervous, excitement and attraction.

The feelings were definitely different.

“You cannot be serious right now.” You repeat his words in a high pitch mocking tone before tossing your towel in the basket and making your way toward your desk.

“At what point will you take me seriously?” He asks as Achilles jumps on his back before settling into his new found seat.

“At what point will you be serious?” You ask. “Right now.” He replies, tossing his phone on the bed and looking toward you.

“You two are literally so cute together but very oblivious.” He says making you press your lips together and roll your eyes.

“I’m so serious, like,” he says sitting up and Achilles falls off before being picked up and put into his lap.

“I’ve seen the videos and pictures, one looking away while the others stares or the way you smile at each other.” He rambles as you let out a sigh.

It was true that you couldn’t deny your feelings for Jenna, Lyle knew that. The way she makes your heart beat faster at her unrelenting stare, the way her laugh makes you want to smile.

But you couldn’t assume her feelings for you, of course she wouldn’t have any other than friend ship.

“Just because you see something doesn’t make it real.” You reply, interrupting his list making him roll his eyes.

“I know what I see and I can see the attraction coming from both of you and onto the other.” He says menacingly stroking Achilles who purrs out closing his eyes.

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to her,” you argue shaking your head and he raises an eyebrow. “I just think she doesn’t feel the same thing.”

The man lets out a hum of slight disapproval. “Obliviousness is truly a torture.” He says clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“You have to show your attraction, not that you already have with those looks but you also have to say and show it.” He finishes and you knit your eye brows together.

Did he straight up want you to confess without knowing if she returned the feeling?

“How exactly?” You raise an eyebrow at him and lean back into your desk chair.

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Oh god.

The man stands and grabs your arms to pull you onto the bed to sit next to him. He sits closer to you and makes sure to get into your personal space. “This is weird.” You mumble scooting away from him slightly.

He only responds by scooting closer to you and looking into your eyes. You look around for a moment, unsure of what he was doing.

He continues to stare and you continue to look away, avoiding his eyes. “There,”

“What?” You ask, now confused with the man who was supposedly trying to help you.

“You have this issue of not being able to hold eye contact, it’s a form of attraction through body language.” He says, smirking down at you as you roll your eyes.

“It makes you seem sexy and mysterious.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaning in with a kissy face and you stop immediately with your palm. “You’re not sexy nor mysterious at all.”

“Yeah, but I try.” He shrugs leaning back slightly. “But it really should work if someone finds any attraction toward you.”

“Okay, cupid,” you snort before scooting away from him once again. “Only problem is is that I’m not attracted to you.” You finish as the boy scoots closer to you.

He once again ignores you as he yanks your legs to face him. “Pay attention, demonstration number two.”

He puts his legs in the same position as yours, along with his posture.

“What is this?” You ask, once again confused as the man copies your movements. “It’s a big sign mostly, copying the movement of the person you like or mirroring the position. you used to do it a lot in high school when you dated that senior chick.” He replies and you send him a glare.

“I did not date her.” You reply, crossing your legs. “Yeah,” he says copying your movements. “But you had sex with her it’s the same thing.”

“You and I have very different perspectives on dating— stop that!” You raise your voice slightly as the man uncrosses his legs along with yours.

“Demonstration number three!” He claps before leaning his shoulder toward yours, body very close to yours as you try to lean away from him.

“Let me guess,” you huff out pushing his shoulders away from your own.

The man never had any form of personal space, even in your early years or when you first met. He was always in someone’s bubble.

“They lean toward you while your talking to them, focusing only on you.” You say as the man leans closer with a cheeky smile.

“Ding ding ding.” The mimicked sound of a bell makes you roll your eyes. “And tonight I will be on the look out for those signs.” He says smiling to himself in thought.

“Speaking of,” you say standing up and grabbing a towel from a pile. “Let’s get your hair done so we can get ready to go.”

“Insta story!” He grabs his phone before rushing past you and into the bathroom. You shake your head and let out a quiet chuckle at his obsession with pictures.

You all had that obsession though. Posting pictures and moments you like to have for later and to look at when you got older or grew apart. Not that he’d ever allow that to happened.

But it got to the point where you were scared of the pictures he had, you knew he had bad ones but you didn’t know how many. The scary part was that he had the power to post it whenever he wanted.

He should be afraid of the ones you had too.

“Hurry, I need to get a good angle before you wash it all out.” He rushes as he holds in the camera to the mirror as you grab gloves and begin putting them on ignoring the clicking sounds.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only post the good ones of you so your boo doesn’t see your bad angle.” He says while scrolling through the pictures making you roll your eyes.

“She’s not my boo.” You mumble and he snorts. “Whatever you say.”

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“Remember,” the man walking next to you says after pulling your head phones off. “Look for my three attraction signs.”

You huff out and nod while scooting closer toward him as more people entered the train.

“And if she doesn’t show any signs?” You ask, chest against his as someone bumps into you. You both send a subtle glare before looking back toward each other.

“Then you show them,” he smirks down at you, hair tied up in a half up half down style but still having some strands cover his face. “I’m sure she’s not as dense as you are.”

You now send him the glare as you glance down at your phone before smiling at the sight of Jenna’s double text before texting back.

Jenna -

We’re on the way now:)

My friend can’t wait to meet you!

You -

Lyle is just as enthusiastic about meeting you

We’re on the train about be there

Jenna -

Cant wait to meet him

“‘Love struck’ is definitely the word to describe you.” Lyle states and your smile falls looking up at him.

“Don’t hide it now, I’ve already seen you smiling at your phone like she’s there for real.” He rolls his eyes before checking his own phone.

“Whose her friend anyway?” He asks and you shrug. “She won’t say, says it’s a surprise.”

“Great, yet another sexy and mysterious individual in our lives.” He shakes his head and you hit his chest with the back of your hand.

The train comes to a slow stop before the doors open allowing you both to make your way out and toward the exit.

It’s a struggle though as you move past the many people in the train station trying to find a way out without pushing.

“Jeez, the tourist this time of year are always so annoying.” The man mumbles, grabbing your hand. He was right, people wanting to spend Christmas in New York was a hassle but it was worse after Christmas was over.

“Watch it!” A man calls pushing past your shoulder. “Sorry..” You mumble getting closer to Lyle as the man glares down at you before moving through the crowd once more.

“Asshole.” Lyle mumbles, wrapping his arm through yours to keep you close as you both finally make it out of the crowded staircase.

“Come on, before we’re late meeting your boo and her friend.” The man pulls you through the street as you groan.

“She’s not my boo! Stop saying that it’s so weird.” You say as he drags you through the crowd. “But you want her to be.” He calls out in a sing song voice that makes you gag.

He slows down after a moment, deep in thought as you stare up at him.

Another moment goes by before he lets out a hum.

“You never really confirmed it,” he says glancing down toward you. “If you actually want her or not. Yeah, you said you were attracted to her but not if you actually liked her.”

The statement causes your entire face to heat up as you look away from the boy.

You never really thought about it, mostly thinking about how stunning she looked or when she would text and ask to hang out next. Never once did you think about if you could actually be in a real relationship with her.

“In a sense..” you mumble scratching the back of your head. He raises his eyebrow at you and waits patiently for you to finish.

You both take notice to people glancing in your direction, whispers suddenly surround you. Something you were still getting used to.

“I mean, I do like her.” You start your ramble and the boy smiles. “She’s amazing, perfect even. Her personality is even better than it is on TV, she’s funny, way more considerate of where I want to go with her, she talks just enough to where I can also talk, she’s absolutely gorgeous,” you continue your list and Lyle nods, smile growing as you speak.

He had never seen you so passionate about something other than the music you listen too or something you’ve hyper fixated on. So listening to you speak of something — or rather someone — else was definitely a sight for him to see.

He knew the brunette had you wrapped around her finger just by your long list, even if you didn’t know it yourself.

“And did I mention she has a great sense of style?” You suddenly come to a stop of your rambling. “I’ve seen it plenty to know.” He laughs and you groan out.

“Okay, so why don’t you make a move exactly?“ he asks and your smile falls.

“Why would she say yes to me?” You ask lowly as the boys smile falls to.

She had many other options with people who could treat her to a life of luxury or even just treat her better. So why would she pick the weird library kid who stays inside playing video games all day?

“You’re all those things too, minus to the style of course.” Lyle tries to comfort you only for you to elbow him in his gut.

“I’m being serious,” he laughs grabbing your arm and pushing it away lightly. “You’re just as amazing as anyone else. You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He finishes with a small smile.

You nod slowly before looking back forward and grabbing for his hand.

“Don’t be gross now.” You mumble and the boy chuckles to himself.

You both continue to walk through down the street before arriving at the location sent to you by Jenna making Lyle let out a loud gasp.

“Sushi?” He asks, arms spread out as he gestures to the red sign ‘Kenko’s habachi’ as if he was trying to hug it. “How’d she know?! What’d you tell her?” He questions are more of demands as he turns to you.

“Nothing, as I said.” You say, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “She has taste.”

A grimace is set on his face at your comment. “Please don’t tell me your referring to yourself.” Your face falls and you point to it, clearly annoyed at his comment after your last conversation.

“Kidding,” he says turning back toward the building like a child in a toy factory. “So how does this work? Do we go inside and wait?”

“We just wait, I usually do.” You say, taking a seat on a nearby bench as the man continues to stare up.

“What a good dog.” He replies only giving you a glance. “But what about seats?” He asks mc ignoring your loud huff.

“Usually taken care of.” You say before slipping your head phones back on and turning up the sound to drown out what ever he says.

You close your eyes and begin to think of the various ways this night could go. Lyle embarrassing you to death, the so called signs he wants you to use and look for, Jenna’s friend, how Jenna looks. Anything to pass the time before you come to a realization.

How long was she staying in New York?

She had been here for about a month and half now, at least since you’ve known her. She was bound to leave for LA again to be with her family and home again.

The thought made you feel some sort of dread. The relationship you both built could go crumbling down once she left and you couldn’t do anything about while all the way across the United States.

Then again what could you do? Ask her not to return to her home and stay with you? Not possible. You weren’t in any position to ask such a question but that wouldn’t stop you from begging if you had a choice to.

Who wouldn’t want to be on the knees in front of such a woman after all?

You’re pulled from your thoughts as your head phones are yanked off. Your eyes snap open to see Lyle glaring down toward, Jenna trying to hold in her laugh and a girl who’d you recognized after watching Jenna’s most recent show.

You didn’t know her name but you knew not to call her by the name you knew her by, that would end horrible on your end by Lyle.

“Hey,” Jenna says as you stand up and snatch your head phones back from Lyle. “Hey.” You reply and Lyle makes a face.

“‘Hey’? That’s it?” He whispers to himself as if he were expecting more and you send him a glare.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” Jenna says gesturing to your head phones as you put them back in their case.

“Are you suggesting that I have a head phone problem?” You ask, smirk in your face as you shove the container into your pocket.

She considers the question for a moment before nodding. “Maybe a little?” She says and your face falls as it does whenever Lyle tries to say something funny.

“I’m only saying you have them in all the time right before I see you.” She defends putting her hands up.

“What else am I meant to do? Just sit there or walk? No, I gotta have some sort of background noise that’s not yelling or cars honking.” You huff out and shake your head.

Jenna’s smile grows as she looks up at you.

You glance to Lyle who puts up a single finger mouthing ‘number one’ making you internally roll your eyes.

Your eyes travel back to Jenna who continues to smile and stare and you can’t help but agree with. The eye contact was insanely attractive when it came to her as you try your hardest not to look away from hers.

You both continue to stare unbeknownst to the pair beside you. It was starting to become unbearable for the two, is this all what you two did?

Sure, it was only a few moments that and passed but it was still awkward.

Lyles eyes travel to the girl Jenna brought as he presses his lips with a suggestive look on his face that makes the girl smile and nod in agreement to his silent statement.

“Well then!” Lyle calls out clapping his hands together. “Re-introductory time,” he smiles and holds out his hand to Jenna.

“Great to meet you again on less awkward time, I’m Lyle.” He says as she takes his hand and shakes it. “Nice to meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” She says and Lyle smirks.

“As have I about you.” Your cheeks rise in heat as you clear your throat and look away from the two.

“Oh! And this is Emma.” Jenna introduces and the girl steps forward with a adorable smile you can’t help but notice.

“Hi, I’ve also heard a lot about you.” She laughs as she shakes your hand. Jenna’s cheeks also get warm as she she sends a small kick to her friends foot you don’t seem to notice.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emma.” You say before Lyle begins rushing the three of you.

“Sushi time, let’s go. Let’s go!” The man states as you all make your way inside.

“I’m beginning to see what you meant by him being a bit much.” Jenna says watching Lyle make his way toward the fish tank like a child.

You huff out before going after him. “Dude,” you mumble as you watch him watch the fish. “You’ll get to eat some in a bit, stop slobbering on the glass.”

“You two really are bad at reading signs.” He replies, head turning side ways but eyes never leaving the tank. “You’re trying too hard to act natural, just relax.”

You scoff before pulling him back toward the duo only to see Emma whispering something to Jenna whose face had only become more red.

The waitress grabs four menus and makes her way toward the back of the restaurant.

“I love your hair, by the way.” Emma says, falling back to walk with Lyle who gives her a toothy smile. “Why thank you, I just got it done.” He says as if he had paid to get it done, you should have made him pay.

You watch as the waitress places the menus down in a booth before making your way to one side and taking a seat. Jenna not too far behind you as she subconsciously decides to sit with you.

Lyle looks back at Emma with the same suggestive look on his face as he allows her to enter first before following after.

He takes notice to how close you both sit and allows a small smirk to set into his face before opening his menu and slamming it shut immediately.

You send him a questioning look as you opening your own. You places his hand on the table and drums two fingers on the table, looking around trying to be discreet.

You let out a quiet huff before looking back down to your menu, unable to resist the urge to look through your peripheral view to see he was in fact right.

Jenna seemed to be doing what Lyle was doing earlier. Your legs were slightly tilted toward hers and so were hers, hands holding the menu as you did.

But then again she was very focused on said menu, not enough to be able to copy anything you were doing. You were glad he was sort of wrong but also disappointed.

“You’d definitely like the shrimp tempura, it’s actually cooked but also really good for sushi.” Lyle states as he points to Emma’s menu, elbows on the table as he leans over to look over her menu. You watch Emma’s eyebrows raise as he continues to recommend different things, clearly listening carefully as she nods along.

A small smile forms on your face, his lack of personal space was indeed always there. Even for strangers. But then again that was his specialty, finding friends by just simply being himself rather than acting awkward.

But then there was his humor that threw most people off, very dark. You were used to it though, him mentioning things that would put him in an insane asylum before laughing to himself making the people who get it laugh as well.

“What are you getting?” Jenna’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as your eyes snap from Lyle and Emma to Jenna who seemed to be sitting much closer than before.

You lean over to look at her menu forgetting about your own in your hand as you point to the thing you get the most.

She scrunches her nose — the action absolutely adorable — slightly as she read the description, clearly displeased with you answer. “Really?”

You shrug before closing your own menu and sliding it forward. “It’s what I’ve eaten for the past few times, i think it’s good.” You lean against your hand on the table, body turned to her more.

She nods to herself for a moment before looking back down to her menu, once again you find yourself jealous of a menu.

Lyle takes notice to your longing stares and Jenna obliviousness take scowls in distaste at the sight.

With how much you talked about her he would think you would be flirting at this point with how much you’ve hung out. But no, you clearly are too much of an idiot not to see both you and Jenna’s body language toward each other.

“But what is the best platter?” Emma asks suddenly and your attention is suddenly drawn toward her as you lean over the table to talk.

He gapes at you for a moment, wondering why you would take your attention off your ‘date’ to recommended things to his before he got the chance.

You had a goddess next to you and you decided to talk about platters? He decides then and there it was time to take matters into his own hands.

His eyes travel to Jenna who no longer looks at her menu, instead toward you and Emma with a look in her eyes Lyle knows inside and out.

He stares at her and waits for a moment, clearly intent on getting her to look back at him and she does.

He narrows his eyes her before tilting his head which makes her in return knit her eye brows. He glances toward you then back to her before raising an eyebrow.

Jenna too glances at you before biting her lip nervously before looking back to him. He widens eyes while keeping his eyebrow raised and tilting his head to the side to gesture toward you.

Jenna hesitates for a moment, looking between Lyle and you before nodding along with Lyle who lets out a silent breath.

At least someone took his hints.

She sends him one last glance as you sit back into your seat, all four of you now waiting on the waitress, Lyle and Emma taking up a new conversation topic.

“I meant to tell you before,” Jenna says suddenly catching both you and Lyles attention. “Your outfit looks really nice.” The compliment is subtle yet noticeable.

You look down to look at your outfit you had actually tried on. Ever since you met Jenna you had actually been trying on looking good instead of wearing simple jeans and a sweat shirt. Not that you’d ever tell her that.

“Thank you, my mom actually bought this for me.” You say and Lyle froze before his eyes travel to you in horror.

Who responds to a compliment like that?

“Well, she knows what colors look good on you.” Retorts, saving her own compliment. It works as your face heats up and you smile before chuckling nervously as the waitress walks up you table.

Lyle felt his eye twitch as you order, the sudden urge to strangely you was set into his mind as his finger start to flex.

The audacity of you not complimenting her back was an atrocity.

His eyes travel to Jenna who seemed well satisfied with her compliment and your reaction, far more confident than before. It did not satisfy Lyle.

As the waiter walks away, Lyle felt the need to punish you for your crimes. He quickly kicks his foot out attempting to kick you but instantly regrets it.

“Ow!” Jenna calls out and his eyes go wide. “What’s wrong?” You ask as soon as the word leaves Jenna’s lips.

“Did you just kick me?” Jenna asks, looking up to Lyle whose face sets into panic before looking to you. The worried look on your features evident as you place a hand on Jenna’s arm. He decides this was a far better punishment.

“Yeah,” he nods and looks to you. “Did you just kick her?” The attitude in his accusation bewilders you as your mouth hangs open.

“What?” You ask, glaring at the boy who glares back. “Why would you kick her?” He asks, gesturing his hands toward you and you let out a laugh.

“That’s funny,” you say shaking your head at the boy who crosses his arms. “I’m sitting right next to her how would that be possibly?” You ask and the man shrugs in exaggeration.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” He says and you huff out. Jenna, the pain now forgotten, finds the petty argument amusing as Emma just sits there sipping her drink enjoying the drama completely oblivious to what’s going on.

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Lyle watches as the two of you speak while walking ahead, well more so Jenna talks and you stare shamelessly. You two walk closely, closer than the distance He and Emma walked together or just regular friends. Further proving his third demonstration to be correct.

His eyes travel to the paparazzi who also shamelessly stared and took pictures then back to you.

You two were to busy in your own little world to really notice. Now he sees why there were so many pictures, you two were just out there rather than hiding away in the safety of privacy.

The privacy you used to enjoy before Jenna, the privacy you needed for your family but just didn’t care anymore.

“Those two are so annoying,” he mumbles, catching Emma’s attention. “I mean, they’re clearly interesting in each other but Y/N doesn’t want to admit it!”

Emma’s eyes light up at his statement. “Exactly, thank you!” Emma says and the man’s eyes snap to hers. “All she talks about is Y/N.” Emma comes back to a sudden quietness the two had and his interest is now piqued.

“Go on,” he says, nudging her with his elbow and raising his eyebrows.

“I mean, she doesn’t only talk about Y/N but whenever she gets tracked up in her phone it always ‘Y/N texted’ or ‘I’m texting Y/N, hold on’. It’s ridiculous but what’s really annoying is when we try to get her to ask her out and she says that that’s a stupid thing to do and doesn’t think she likes her back or something.”

Lyle’s head snaps to her, eyes wide. “She thinks that?” He asks making them slow down so you two didn’t hear their conversation.

Emma hesitates for a moment, clearly debating if Jenna would like this or not but ultimately decides to nod.

“But why?” He asks and the girl tilts her head slightly in question. “I can understand Y/N because of many different reasons but Jenna? She can have castle full of people to choose from and they’d all want her.”

“Maybe that’s why,” Emma says. “Because of how many people she could possibly have, she doesn’t think that any want her for her.”

Lyle takes a moment to think that through and she was in fact right.

She met you by chance and you didn’t know who she was which most likely made the situation feel real. She could tell you about herself without you knowing information from online — true or not true— and you could tell her about yourself without lying to make her more interested in you.

It was all authentic and she could play it out her own way, especially with you already barely knowing her.

“You’re right,” he mumbles in response as he watches Jenna laugh and you smile at her. The smile was one he didn’t recognize, it was far warmer and soft than what he was used to.

Yes, she truly did have you wrapped around her finger.

“We should totally help each other out,” he says suddenly making the girls smile raise. “I could give you little pointers of what Y/N says and you give me one’s Jenna says, you know to keep things up to date for them.”

Emma’s eyes travel to the two of you as you both talk, still ignoring the paparazzi who try to get the best shots in strange positions.

“Plus, I do like to give Y/N little heart attacks so having information on Jenna would help with that.”

The girls smiles once again, clearly interesting on doing the same to Jenna as she pulls her phone out.

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Lyle once again watches as you hug Jenna before she waves and gets into her car in absolute disgust and disappointment at how short a time you held her. You could have let it linger for a moment, he wouldn’t have minded waiting another moment.

She gets into the tented window car, Emma following suit as she taps her phone to Lyle who nods and throws her a thumbs up.

Her smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by Lyle as you shut the door behind and watch the cat drive off.

Once it’s completely out of view, he hits the back of your head with the back of his hand. And he does so very hard.

“Ow! What the hell!” You hiss out as your hand comes up to hold it. “I’m starting to see why you’re so worried,” he states angrily before turning on his heels and walking.

“You’re absolutely useless to my game of entertainment. You could have at least done a little bit of flirting.”

He continues to walk, now blocking out your yelling and argument as he sets in his plan to do something about this himself since you can’t do a single thing on your own anymore.

Read next part here! (Coming soon)

A/N: I know this is a itty bit rushed but idc cause the juicy stuff is going to happen now, me and my friend have decided to stop teasing and actually get this done.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #top shelf #scream #tara carpenter #scream 6 #vada cavell #wednesday addams #jenna ortega fanfic

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joeys-babe · 6 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Water

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Summary: While bored at home during the twin’s nap time, you try the Water by Tyla Tiktok trend on your husband Joe.

Warnings: nothing really. fluff, unserious/funny

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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November 6th - Day after win over the Bills

(yn’s pov)

Joe and I were currently cuddled up on the couch in comfortable silence, the only sounds being of the overhead fan and TV quietly playing the science channel.

Yesterday the Bengals had yet again a big win and it seemed like things were starting to click with the team. That Bye Week was exactly what they needed to set the season on a good path.

I scrolled through TikTok on my phone, one Airpod in my ear so I could hear the audio while leaving one ear free to hear any remarks from Joe about what he was watching on the TV.

Lately, my FYP consisted of puppies, couples, other WAGS, and thirst edits of Joe (I'm not ashamed).

Just under two weeks ago, I pranked Joe after seeing a video on TikTok and I wouldn't be lying if I said I have a couple more trends I've wanted to test on him.

One of them is the trend that consisted of you playing the song “Water” by Tyla as you secretly record your man to see if they'll try to get a peak of the screen to see her do the water dance.

I already knew that Joe would never openly fawn over another woman in front of me, or in private either really. Knowing it wouldn't have a super-positive impact on me and our relationship. But, there was still a part of me that wanted to see how he'd react to it.

Hell, he probably didn't even know the trend; which honestly would be the best outcome.

My head was lying comfortably on Joe’s shoulder as he intently paid attention to his favorite channel. I discreetly took my Airpod out of my ear and back in the case before pulling up the audio.

I had my phone angled to where it was hidden discreetly but Joe was still in frame.

The show was on a commercial break and through the camera view it showed Joe scrolling on his phone, occasionally laughing at something then scrolling on.

Turning my volume button up, I clicked the record button and studied Joe’s expression.

As soon as he turned I looked at him with a shocked look, but he was only grinning and showing me this video of a fainting goat on his Instagram feed; not even paying attention to the audio.

When he noticed the bitchy look on my face he immediately looked at me rather confused.

“What? Do you not think it's funny?” - Joe

My gaze on him softened when the fact he didn't know any significance of the audio became apparent. When I moved my phone out of its hiding spot and Joe realized he was being recorded, he looked at me even more confused.

“What are you doing?” - Joe

I turned the video off with a laugh and pecked his lips. When I pulled away Joe still looked lost and a little annoyed as to why I hadn't started explaining myself yet.

“Do you not recognize that song?” - you laughed

“No…” - Joe gave you a puzzled look

“It was a little TikTok trend that girls do on their boys. you, my love, are one of the very few that passed.” - you

“Yay?” - Joe

“Very yay, Joey!” - you giggled

Joe smiled slightly before gesturing to the TV that was counting down the time left on the commercial break.

“Can we watch the show now?” - Joe

“Of course. You had such a good reaction that I'm gonna bake you a pumpkin pie later.” - you

“Really?!” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

Joe squeezed me as a thank you and nuzzled his face in my neck, suddenly feeling the need to be cuddled.

“I still don't know what I did that was so right, but I'm glad I made you happy.” - Joe

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Authors note: this fic was too short to even qualify as an imagine so here’s my first blurb!

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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one piece smau: vacation edition

— strawhats being a cute friend group once again

— male reader, everyone having the tiniest crush on him too but thats only if u swuint (im a very selfindulgent writer sorry)

— also i imagine robin, franky and brook to be older than the rest of hte crew, but not like crazy older. its probably not really relevant, but like mid twenties insead of their thirties and forties LMFAOA the rest of the crew is young twenties

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dni_nami: pre-7hr flight question, how long until we all start killing each other? everyone place your bets

tagged: ._.[name], freeluffy, and princesanji

uso_pp: we barely made it through the airport without losing luffy, so i'm placing my bet on one hour.

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-> dr.law: i'm surprised you even made it through airport security....

-> freeluffy: TOORRAOO YOU SHOULD'VE COME IT WOULDVE BEEN SO FUNNNN!!!

-> dr.law: hard pass. good luck everyone else.

._.[name]: i think it's gonna be fine !!! what's the worst that can happen tbh

-> dni_nami: i could list 100 reasons why this is gonna go bad and all of them involve luffy.

-> robinkills: [name]'s right, i think this trip is going to be very fun !

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freeluffy: [name] rented bikes for us, but he won't let me drive :/

tagged: ._.[name]

SUPERCOLA: good job [name] for saving his life, much appreciated

dni_nami: i'm begging you two to not crash and make the expenses of our trip go up even more

-> princesanji: always thinking logically, nami, this is why i love you so much <333333333333333

roro.zoro: pick up some sake otw back

-> ._.[name]: yesyesyes we all know thats the only reason why you came anyway, i'll pick some up

-> roro.zoro: what. no way. i definitely wanted to be sat on a hours long flight next to luffy and be living in a small apartment with all of my friends who dont know how to speak quietly and wont let me sleep even when its already early morning. what. i am so excited to be here.

-> uso_pp: alright we get it please stop

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robinkills: thank you [name] for winning me the prizes :)

tagged: ._.[name]

._.[name]: anything for you robin <3 aka the person thats keeping all of us sane right now <3

princesanji: HOW DARE THIS BAFFOON STEAL YOU AWAY ROBIN PLEASE LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM, I WILL MAKE SURE HE NEVER BOTHERS YOU AGAIN

-> uso_pp: when is sanji going to accept the fact that [name] is actually apart of this friend group and that he is also more favored by the women we interact with

-> ._.[name]: dw usopp he only puts on a hard front, he ltr begged me to room with him so he could cuddle w me at night. he's just being shy rn

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freeluffy: [NAME] [NAME] DID YOU GET ME THEONE I WANTED TOO??!?!?! REMEMBER I SHOWED YOU

-> ._.[name]: yes luffy :) we are otw back and i have the one you asked for as well.

-> SUPERCOLA: [name] the absolute goat in dealing with luffy and his absurd requests so the rest of us dont have to

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uso_pp: morning debrief where we all share embarrassing stories, like how [name] almost stripped completely naked drunk last night because an ice spice song was playing on the karaoke.

._.[name]: alright genuinely why the fuck did that have to be the caption you put on the internet for the whole world to see

-> roro.zoro: no dont be embarassed [name] it was funny watching you try and copy her signature pose

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-> dni_nami: don't think about even crossing me in the future, i have a video of the whole thing bby

-> ._.[name]: GOD FORBID A GUY HAS FUN

skullnsoul: i found [name]'s dancing and singing quite endearing

-> ._.[name]: thank you brook :') you're so sweet

-> skullnsoul: yes, although i feel like you're much too old to be wearing underwear with hearts as the print, [name]. i suggest buying new pairs of boxers :)

-> ._.[name]: what the actual fuck

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dni_nami: i really wish you could hear sanji cursing [name] outin this photo

tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]

._.[name]: me when im literally following the instructions that hes telling me and i somehow still get yelled at

-> princesanji: do you even understand hwo cooking meat works? everyone would have gotten salmonella and food poisoning if i didn't teach you how

->._.[name]: yelling is never the answer sanji

-> freeluffy: I THINK [NAME]'S COOKING TASTED REALLY GOOD

uso_pp: they acc cookeedddd tho like our food was so tastyyy

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robinklills: sanji almost shoved [name]'s head into the griller, it was funny

-> ._.[name]: HE WHAT ??!?!?! I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THAT HE TRIED DOING THA TWHAT THE FUCK

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roro.zoro: [name] told me to post this photo he took.

tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]

dni_nami: awww look all the boys finally getting along

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-> princesanji: i would have much rather been in your presence my queen, i love you so much

-> ._.[name]: sanjii give up the bit for fucks sake

uso_pp: where was me and luffy's inv ??? ig its like that now ....

-> roro.zoro: you guys were playing mermaids in the pool at the apartment and explicitly told us to not interfere with your serious business

-> princesanji: and then you started getting mad at us for invitig you again right before we left

._.[name]: damn zoro u lookin mad fine in this photo shiiiitttt #smash

-> roro.zoro: i need you to make sure your door is locked later tn or else i cant promise you will wake up the next day

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._.[name]: thank u nami for the photos

tagged: dni_nami

._.[name]: btw nami made me post this w that caption so it could "scare away the hoes"

-> dni_nami: im doing them a favor, they just dont know it yet cuz ur fucking insane

-> uso_pp: LMFAOAO

purrrona: can i bite it?

-> ._.[name]: BITE WHAT?????

-> purrrona: so is that a yes or a no?

-> uso_pp: professional dick rider alert !!!!

roro.zoro: why is your thirst trap the first thing i have to see when i open this app

-> ._.[name]: why are you acting like you weren't the first person to like this post???

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portgasace: WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT INVITED ON THIS TRIP?????

dr.law: id also like to thank nami for the photos

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau #one piece imagines #modern one piece #modern au one piece #smau imagines #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagines

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hellfire--cult · 10 months

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 10

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: Mean!Eddie, Angst, traumatic past, painful procedures (gyno), cheating, Billy x reader at the beginning

wc: 7k

Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3

A/N: Well shit, I did say it will take a turn and shift. Hopefully you all enjoy this chapter, it was painful to write, but it is needed for you guys to know about the backstory of it all. If you see real closely, you'll see a part of this chapter that was actually in previous chapters ;)

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CHAPTER 10

Two dates turned into three.

Three dates turned into four.

Four turned into eight.

And you lost count.

“All I’m saying is that Max found you entertaining in the video call!” You chuckle with heat on your cheeks as you dipped your head in Billy’s chest, trying to cover your face. You didn’t intend on presenting yourself to Max, but he was on a video call when you arrived at his place yesterday, and you didn’t know because he had opened the door so normally with the phone in his hand and greeted you with a kiss, not noticing the phone in his hand.

Of course the girl on the other side of the call almost screeched and you jumped in fear at the sudden noise.

He was talking to Max, and he introduced you two through video call, which made your heart pound loudly in your chest, because the feelings for Billy escalated in ways you didn’t think they would. But it wasn’t just you, Billy had been smitten by you the moment you rejected him the first time ever a month ago at your office. He was never one for formal relationships, exclusive ones maybe once or twice which didn’t work out in the end.

But there was something about you that he couldn’t quite let go of, he almost seemed obsessed. He was afraid of being that clingy to you, but after date number eleven he gave up on the feeling and made himself exclusive to you, even if you didn’t know it. He didn’t want to be with anyone else but you, and it had scared him, it still does, but it was the first time he felt as if someone understood him.

When you had asked him a week ago if he slept with other girls, he had told you that he didn’t. That he hasn’t slept with anyone but you because he simply couldn’t. Your heart melted at his words, and how could you not believe him? If you two didn’t see each other, it was on video call or messaging, or at work. There wasn’t a single time where Billy didn’t answer you for more than one hour.

You know it’s excessive, and it’s too much, and maybe you are making a fantasy in your head, but you truly did end up liking Billy. He told you about his past, about his father and how he abused him physically and mentally, which he had to go to therapy for. He told you about his mother, her ashes being thrown in the Californian beach where she always took him surfing.

His favorite color is Red. His music taste is rock. His favorite movie is Terminator. His comfort movie, funny enough, is Shrek 2. His favorite food is Fettuccine Alfredo. His favorite dessert is dark chocolate. His favorite band is Scorpions. His favorite song is ‘You give love a bad name’ by Bon Jovi.

And as you knew these little facts about himself, he knew little facts about you, which he always remembered, and always made it known that he remembered. He got you Pínk roses once, your favorite flowers. He got you some strawberries and whipped cream, your favorite dessert. He got you a mascara from Dior because you had told him once you were running out of it.

All those small things, details, doings, made you fall for him. It wasn’t just because it was physical, and you knew that falling for a Model wasn’t the brightest of ideas, but it was impossible not to. You weren’t public yet, and you really didn’t mind that, and it’s not like you two are anything, because he never really asked.

But today, right now, when you’re laying on his chest with the bedsheets over your naked bodies while he is propped up on some pillows against the headboard, laughing because of the situation from yesterday with Max, something felt right, like a puzzle coming together.

“Hey Sweets… I gotta ask you something.” He suddenly says and you look up with a playful smile on your face.

“Oh, danger.” You replied and he chuckled, but you noticed that behind his laughter there was a glint of nervousness, which made your teasing evaporate, replaced by worry.

“It’s not bad… It’s just– I really like you. I never felt this for someone else, and I have never been in a relationship before, so I don’t know how it really works– I mean, I did have relationships before, it’s just, they never worked out, or I didn’t like the person or I just didn’t connect with them…” He was rambling, but a smile was forming on your lips, and you bit the inside of your bottom lip to forbid it from going wider.

“And what are you trying to say here, Mr. Hargrove?” You ask him, in a low voice, your eyes already looking up at him with adoration in them, heart beating fast in your chest as he looked down at you, with a smile on his lips, shaking his head slightly.

“You know what being called Mr. Hargrove does to me.” He says before pulling you on top of him with a grunt and you squeal from the movement, still giggling as you look up at him. He brushed some hair off your face, putting it behind your ear. “I want you to be mine. I want us to properly date Sweets.”

You could feel his heart hammering in his chest and yours was at his same pace. Your smile had dropped but because of the surprise, not because you weren’t happy. You were exhilarated, wanting to jump from excitement and yell it to the whole world that you are dating him, that he is yours and you were his… But–

“You’re famous, I’m… I’m nothing. What will the people that follow you say?” He shakes his head, his arms around you to keep you on top of him, not letting you go. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, he wasn’t going to miss this chance when he finally found someone he could be himself with, or was beginning to.

“I will fight every single one that goes after you. Whatever they say it’s because they don’t know you like I do… Sweets, I want you to meet my sister properly, my friends… I mean, I talk about you enough already, and they’re getting impatient to meet you.” He chuckles and your eyes widened at his confession, heat spreading on your cheeks as you looked down at him.

“You talk about me?”

“Almost every single day.”

Oh your heart melted at that. Your brain short circuited. It’s been too long since you felt this kind of desire towards you, this want to have a future with you, and you almost teared up at his words. You had shut yourself for a whole year, began dating random dudes, and somehow you landed on Billy, who you thought was going to be a simple hook up, but he ended up being so much more than that.

You are afraid. Terrified actually. You don’t know if your ideals stand in the same place as his, but you won’t know unless you take the leap, and follow your feelings in this very second. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his softly, and the both of you closed your eyes to enjoy the tender kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away with a smile on your face.

“Okay…” His eyes widened in surprise, a wide grin spreading in his lips, teeth showing and all.

“I can call you my girlfriend now?” Your cheeks flush again at the name, feeling like a teenage girl all over again as you nod and he immediately turns you both completely, another squeal coming out of your lips as he lays you down on the other side of the bed, bouncing from the sudden force as he kisses you on the lips, still smiling as he does so.

You really cannot wait to tell everyone today at Nancy’s party.

You parked your car a block away from Nancy’s apartment building, which was actually huge, walking quickly with her gift bag in one hand. You bought her a nice pink blouse that she was groaning about not having for a while now.

You saw the lobby door almost closing, rushing towards it to get through, walking inside and then past the couches to catch onto an elevator. The doors were almost shutting so you dipped your arm in between the doors with a ‘sorry’ and stepped in, only for your mood to drop in a second as you saw who was in the small space with you.

“Jeez, you could have gotten the next one Peach.” That horrible voice says to you with venom behind his words. Of all the people you had to share an elevator with, Munson was certainly not at the top of the list.

“I am already late, and so are you.” You say and press on Nancy’s floor, which was the 7th. He rolled his eyes as you stood next to him, holding the bag in front of you as the elevator bounced slightly and started moving. Your heart was hammering with pure hatred, just standing next to this man was getting your hairs to stand, like a cat that is about to defend itself.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” He suddenly says and you frown, completely confused and looked up at him, but you found him looking at your bag. You looked down on it, and backed up at him.

“What’s wrong with my gift?” He shoots a glare your way, pulling the same bag, from the same store from his side. Your breath got stuck in your throat as dread from possibly getting the same thing settles in. “Is it a–”

“Pink Blouse.”

You both groaned loudly, anger filling your chest from him getting the same thing for Nancy. At least there’s a ticket that she can use to exchange it for something else, but now your gift is not unique anymore, you made sure, talking with everyone about what they will gift Nancy, just so your gift wouldn’t match with anyone else’s… Except.

“This is what I get for not wanting to talk to you?” You say on the low, almost mumbling to yourself, but he heard it, loud and clear, a smug grin appearing on his lips.

“Oh, are you regretting not getting on my good side now?” He says and you make a face of disgust, looking up at him, shaking your head.

“The last thing I want is that, I mean you probably don’t even have one.” He chuckles at that response to hide how irritating you were to him. He wanted out of the elevator, he couldn’t handle standing next to you when all he could feel was just how happy you were. You were almost excited from what he could guess from your features, but he didn’t know why.

“I do, you’re just not special enough to see it, Peach.” He replies with venom in his tone, surprising you from how that hit your dignity a bit. You know you aren’t special to him, just to him, and that’s fine. Still, it fucking hurt.

“Okay, now that’s–” Suddenly the Elevator bounced aggressively, signaling a stop, but the lights went out, turning the emergency ones on. They weren’t as bright, but it was something. Your eyes widened, looking at the digital number that should appear at the top of the elevator, but it was black.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie yells, pressing desperately onto the ‘open doors’ button repeatedly and then the help button.

You cannot believe this. Someone from a higher power really hated you. It despised you, because there is no way, no possible way that you are now stuck in an elevator with Eddie Munson. You took your phone out, seeing one bar of signal, calling Nancy immediately as the nerves in your body started taking over. You aren’t claustrophobic, but staying inside four walls with your sworn enemy was not your idea for a party.

“Hey–” You didn’t even let her finish her words.

“Nance we’re stuck in the elevator!” You say to her, as quickly as you can because you don’t know if the signal will stay on for too long.

“We?”

“Munson and I.” You say with spite which Eddie noticed, rolling his eyes how disgusted you sounded saying his surname. He was still pressing onto the open doors button, hoping that it’ll make the energy return or something.

“No…. Power… Called–” And the line cut off. You groaned loudly, stomping your foot in anger as you looked at your phone to now see there was no signal.

“What did she say?” Eddie asks, still looking at the elevator console and you glared at him and then his hand, pressing the buttons nonstop.

“Power outage, so you can fucking cut that out.” He stops, only to turn his head to glare at you. You almost never fully insulted him, but when you did, his anger boiled. You were spoiled, a brat, a liar, a bad friend. Friends do not keep secrets to each other, and you are filled with them.

“Come on Peach, insult me more. Turns me on.” He replies and you fake smile at him, flipping him off before sitting down on the floor of the elevator. You grabbed your bag and you took a hard candy out, a honey one. You always chew on something when you are nervous, and being in this closed space with someone you despise was not helping the knot in your belly.

He sighed heavily, the anger swirling in his chest as he looked down at you for a second and looked back at the buttons. There wasn’t much he could do but wait now, he is not strong enough to rip the doors open, so he decides to sit in front of you, resting himself against the wall, legs spread in front of him, next to yours. All he wanted and needed was a couple of beers today. He needed the distraction from the week’s turmoil of events. Wayne’s medical bills started going up, and he had to work extra the past week to cover most of it, while saving some money for himself.

You were looking up towards the emergency light, swirling the candy around in your mouth, making some clinking sounds against your teeth every time it went from one side to the other. Eddie was glaring at you as the annoyance grew in his body, his eye twitching as you continued your movements without caring if you were being loud or nasty about it.

“Can you eat candy like a normal person?” He spats and your eyes shoot towards him, a confused frown in your face. “You’re making too much noise, cut it out.”

Oh you were now glaring back. You cannot even have a candy in peace with him, and you were debating if to spit it out, harshly, towards his forehead. For the past month, the bickering had gone down between the two of you, and that was because you spent your time with Billy more than anything, or at work.

“What, you’re going to tell me how to eat candy now? Jesus christ.” You really don’t understand what his problem is, and if you had to be stuck in this elevator with him for the next few minutes, you were sure you were going to murder him if he kept this attitude up until then. Someone would open those doors, and just find you covered in Eddie’s blood.

“It was just a comment, respect the other person that’s in the same stuck space as you.” At those words you almost choked on your candy, and you bit it down to swallow it and laugh, which Eddie knew was sarcastic, making him squint his eyes at you.

“I’m sorry, you talking about respect is funny.” You say with a smirk on your lips as you look back down at him. He was looking at you incredulously as his hands started to heat up from the rage that was slowly building up.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, you and respect don’t go hand in hand. One day Munson you will admit you’re a self entitled prick that only cares about himself.” And that’s where you were wrong, but you didn’t know that, and Eddie’s blood was boiling at your words. Who do you think you are? You don’t even know him, yet you are insulting him, freely.

“You don’t even fucking know me Peach, and you’re not even worth knowing about my life.” That made something in your chest snap. For some reason, those words cut harder into you than any other insult he could ever throw at you. You didn’t notice that your eyes had teared up at the word, and Eddie simply looked at you with a mocking grin to his face. “Aw, are you going to cry? I can’t believe you actually have feelings.”

“Shut up–”

“I just don’t get it, how Robin trusts you so much, all this while. I don’t understand the rest either, but especially Robin. I mean, you really aren’t that special–” His words were pure stabs into your body, your breathing becoming heavy as he talked, and your emotions were beginning to spill over the edge of the glass. You hadn’t heard or thought of those words for a long while, and here he was, in just mere seconds reminding you about them, letting them brand into your skin again, over the scabs that built up over the last year.

“Shut the fuck up– I–”

“Oh, so you are crying now? After insulting me? Why, can’t take it like I take all of your fucking names and comments?” He all but growls. He was pissed, glaring at you with anger shown on his features. He didn’t care that there were tears running down your face, he didn’t care about your feelings, he didn’t care if this was hurting you, just like you never cared about him either.

You couldn’t take it any more, the tears falling, trying to regain your breathing, but your anger, your nerves, your despair, and your past was hunting your brain. It was making you slightly dizzy, lightheaded, and your mouth was responding for you now, no longer processing the words coming out of it. You slammed your hands on the floor of the elevator, glaring at him through a tear stained face.

“Why the FUCK do you hate me so much!? You don’t know SHIT about me, so I don’t understand why you’re like this!” You almost yell at him, your voice already getting strained by the emotions you swore you put inside that box long ago. Eddie scoffed at that, yet matched your energy as he leaned forward, pointing at you.

“Right back at you! You don’t know me! At fucking all! But the difference between you and me, Peach, is that everyone else in the group knows me, knows about me, knows about my past. And you? NO ONE knows shit about you. Not just me.” You roll your eyes at that with a scoff as your heart pounded into your chest, going wild at the process of his words.

“It’s because it’s no one's business! Can’t you fucking get that?! I am not lying about anything, I’m just keeping my past to myself! I’m harming no one!” You exclaim at him, your hands gripping onto the hard floor of the elevator and he shakes his head, giving a sarcastic laugh of his own, which made your brain snap once.

“That’s what you fucking think! You think that Robin doesn’t give a shit about that side of you, but she told you every single thing about herself, yet you act like you’re some mysterious chick that came out of nowhere just for what? Attention? For people to discuss about your past life and for you to feel fucking important?”

Your brain snapped two, three times.

“Stop–” You begged, you were begging, not being able to handle the emotions any longer, and you needed peace, you needed silence, you needed him to stop stabbing you, hurting you, making you remember.

“So who is the self entitled prick here? Huh? Look into the fucking mirror for once, and come to the actual fact that you’re an attention seeking whore–”

And then, it cracked.

“What the fuck do you want me to say!? That I’m a divorced woman that went through three fertility treatments in the lapse of three months, with a husband that was cheating on me through that?! Is that what you want to fucking hear Munson!? Is that what everyone in this fucking group wants to know or just you?!”

Silence. The small space fell into complete silence. His stretched legs next to yours, facing one another as your chest heaved up and down. He was stunned in his place, not fully processing your words because it couldn’t be. You couldn’t have gone through that, you didn’t show it… That’s when Robin’s words came into his mind: Just because she hides her past, doesn’t make her a liar.

And now, he felt the cold sweat of guilt, washing all over his body, all the way to his feet. His heart had slowed down, thanks to the shock of those words, and he was feeling like vomiting right now as the knots in his stomach appeared, trying to pry his stomach open, ripping it apart. You fell silent, slow tears still rolling down your cheeks as you rested against the wall again, and you looked up at the emergency light.

The box had opened. Everything you sealed up, everything you worked for a year to keep inside of you, inside of your head, to maybe erase it, to erase the pain, to erase the treason, to erase it all. Your mother had told you that someday you would explode. She had suggested a therapist, but you never listened, because you thought you were strong enough. That you were strong enough to deal with the pain and with the memory by yourself.

By leaving.

“I was–”

“You don’t have to…” Eddie stops you immediately. He didn’t do this for you to confess your past, or maybe he did, but he never expected this, and now he was regretting every single word that came out of his mouth throughout this whole year towards you. You glared up at him through your tears, talking to him in the coldest tone he ever heard coming from you.

“You wanted it, now you listen.” He felt fear towards you, but not because he was afraid of you, but from what you might have experienced. “Do you know… how the fertility treatment for a female Beta works?”

“So you just sign here, and he signs here, and then the treatment will start for the both of you.” Camila says with a smile to her face as she points at the contact that was on the table. You squeal in excitement while holding your husband’s hand, Henry, as he smiles at you and kisses your knuckles. You grabbed the pen and signed the contract, your husband signing afterwards.

“I can’t believe it’s happening…” You say, smiling towards Henry, your husband of three years, friend from school, boyfriend in college. Getting together with Henry felt like destiny, after the two of you were assigned on a project together at college after not seeing him for over a year.

And now, you two had signed to start the fertility treatment on the both of you to have your first child. It was something you two knew since you started dating that it would happen, and that you wanted it, you both wanted it. You looked up at Camila, your lawyer and your best friend since middle school. She had a big smile on her face, giving you a nod.

“I’m so excited to be an aunt!” She squealed and you giggled while Henry shook his head at the both of you with a chuckle of his own. You heard about the procedure of fertility treatment for females, and it has 99.7% efficiency. You also heard about the pain that it would bring, but it couldn’t be that bad, would it?

–

GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT.

Those were your only thoughts as you bit and screamed onto the towel that was given to you, while you were put in a sitting position on the procedure chair, like a Gynecologist's, and your thighs were strapped onto its supports, keeping your legs open, not letting you move away either.

The procedure consisted of a long small tube that held a very needle inside. That tube is inserted into the vaginal canal, piercing through the uterus breech until it gets to a fallopian tube. Then the needle would start poking the treatment into the organ, reactivating the fertility process on the eggs that are inside the ovaries.

But the large bendable tube, ripping through your uterus, feeling it going into your fallopian tube, without anesthesia, was too much. Too much to handle. You didn’t expect this to be this painful, because the male Betas had it easier. They had injections done on their ball sack, giving fertility to the sperm inside for a limited period of time.

The tears were running down your eyes as you clenched them tightly, feeling the sharp needle starting the process now, and you just wanted it to be over. It was going to be all worth it in the end, you will have a beautiful baby, the one thing you’ve always wanted. You always dreamt of a big family, and Henry promised you just that.

The pain might be unbearable, but if it meant you could have more kids with Henry, you would go through it again.

–

Your eyes were wide, glossed over from the incoming tears as you saw the pregnancy test in your hand. You did everything right, the procedure, the postures, the aftercares, just everything…

And it didn’t take.

It might take some time, more than a month after the treatment, but the next day after the failed test, your bedding had been stained with your blood. You almost screamed with a sob, covering your face with your hands as you looked down at your splayed legs and the blotch of blood that was in between them.

Your husband immediately shot up from his sleeping state, looking at your figure and then down at the bed. He shook his head, gulping heavily as he pulled you into an embrace, trying to soothe you down, brushing your hair softly.

“It’s okay baby… It wasn’t 100% efficient, we knew that… It’s okay, nothing’s wrong, you did nothing wrong.”

Those words filled your empty heart, accepting the fact that the treatment did not work this time.

“Next time, it’ll work…” You softly mumble against his neck and his eyes widen slightly, looking down at you.

“You want to try again?” He asks and you nod, your spirit not backing down from that family you always wanted. He nods at you and presses his lips against your head. “I’ll prepare a warm bath for you, okay?” You sniffle, looking back down at the puddle of blood on the sheets and that is probably sipping through them and onto the mattress.

It’s okay, next time it’ll take.

–

You were sobbing as you sat in Camila’s toilet, feeling the blotches of blood falling down as your best friend was trying to wipe your face with concern being drawn on her eyebrows. The four pregnancy tests were all over the sink, and then it suddenly happened, and you had to pull your pants down to see blood had started leaking down from you.

“Sweetheart, shh, don’t cry…”

“I don’t get it! I did everything right! I even rechecked myself, and I am healthy, and ready for a baby, and he did the studies on himself too and there’s nothing wrong with us!” You almost screamed as you felt more blood running down into the toilet, the sobs ripping out of your chest at the failed conception, once again.

“Maybe the third time’s the charm? Like the saying?” She was trying to put humor in the situation, but you had told her about the insufferable pain you went through. Going through that two times, the appointment being just one month after the last one, was almost traumatizing.

“I don’t know if I can handle a third… Not only because of the pain, but because of seeing that single line again, and then feeling my blood coming down… I don’t want to feel that again!” Camila grabbed your face in between her hands and she gave you a slow nod, with a warm smile on her face.

“You are so strong, I know you can do this, and Henry is waiting for it to happen… Nothing is wrong with you both, maybe the timing was wrong… This time it’ll happen.”

And those words helped you clean yourself that evening and already book another appointment. Third time’s the charm.

It has to be.

–

“Please, please, give me a break, I can’t do this again, please!” You yelled while laying on the hospital’s bed, your upper body propped up with each foot hooked into some metal pedals in each corner of the bed to keep your legs spread.

The doctor pulled away, looking up from in between your legs with pity eyes and shook her head.

“We can’t stop the process sweetheart, a pause can cause an alteration and we’re already more than halfway there! I promise!” You were processing what she was saying, with tears streaming down your cheeks, your bottom lip busted open from biting onto it way too hard to control your cries. The pain was unbearable, feeling like you were being split open, your insides being ripped apart.

But you wanted this. You both wanted this. Something is wrong with you, it has to be. There’s no other explanation for it, no matter if the doctors ran a bunch of tests on you and said everything should really be fine, you didn’t believe that. Something was not working, but you really wanted this.

So you nodded for your doctor to proceed, and the pain worsened from there.

But that day, you got out of the appointment earlier than expected because another person decided to not show up. So you decided to surprise your husband and head over to his clinic, where he was getting his appointment done at this very moment with a smile on your face, fighting against the pain that was in your uterus and in between your legs.

Parking your car in the lot, you got out with a wince to go towards the clinic’s doors, and head over to the receptionist with a smile to your face.

“Hello! I’m here because my husband is having fertility treatment?” You say with a chirp to your voice and the blonde girl at the desk smiled at you with a nod.

“Can you give me the name?”

“Henry Creel.” She nods and types something on her computer, a small frown appearing on her face as she looks up at you.

“There is no one by that name for a fertility treatment today.” You tilted your hair to the side, completely confused because you swore you heard him say it was today. Maybe you had heard wrong but there was already a storm inside your stomach, your instincts kicking in.

“O-Oh, then, is it tomorrow?” You ask and the lady had a sad frown on her face, looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“There were no fertility treatments done to a man named Henry Creel. Ever. He is not in our system…”

You were frozen in place. It couldn’t be, this was the clinic, you were sure of it. He told you that it was close to yours many times, that’s why he always picked you up after your treatment, taking care of you, buckling you into the passenger’s seat as he went home with you.

You didn’t even reply to the woman, despite her calling out to you, and you immediately darted towards your car. You needed to get home, you needed to check the contract to see if the clinic was another one, because that must be it. He signed the contract so the fertility treatment has to be done.

You raced home, stepped on the gas like never before, your head spiraling as you reached your house and the knots in your stomach appeared. Your eyes widened when you saw a very familiar car at the front of your home, so you shut your own car off a little bit further so you could go inside silently.

Your heart was pounding into your chest as your mind was telling you to not go inside your home, despite you already opening the door, and walking inside, only to be hit with the sound of moaning, groaning, breathless sighs coming from upstairs. From your room.

You started heading up, silently, thinking that this is a nightmare, that this is not real, that this was just some random people that barged into your home to have sex, because it couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.

But when you opened the door, it all became real. Your husband looked at you, his movements stopping completely, his eyes widening at the sight of you. Then your eyes darted to the person below him, the person who was clawing her nails onto his back.

Camila.

“The contract was fake. He never went to any of his appointments, not once, and I suffered three times… Three.” Your tears never stopped, your eyes never leaving the emergency light at the top of the elevator. “They both cheered me on… Knowing how painful it was, knowing I could end up traumatized by it… while they fucked behind my back… The only two people I ever trusted, fully, in my whole life.”

Eddie was speechless, looking down at his feet with a pained frown in his eyebrows. His jaw was clenching from the anger of what you went through, of what they did to you, and because he was holding in the lump in his throat from the guilt that was brewing in his mind and his heart.

He now understood why you didn’t want to talk about your past, and it wasn’t because you were hiding, but because you wanted to start fresh. You wanted those memories gone, and he just got them out of your mouth, when you probably haven’t talked about them for the last year. He just made you spill that part of yourself that you tried so hard to conceal, and he did it in the most spiteful way.

In a way he doesn’t think he will forgive himself for.

“I–”

“Now do you understand why I don’t trust easily? Or are you still going to act like a self-entitled prick?” Eddie’s eyes shot up to see you no longer glaring at him, but with a much more pained look on your face. He was the last person you wanted to know about your past, about your pain, about your memories, and he got them out of you inside a stuck elevator.

Silence filled the air again as you both looked at eachother. Pained nothingness in your eyes while Eddie’s was filled with pained guilt. He clenched his jaw again, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to clear it up a bit to try to talk again.

“I-I know this… won’t do–” He cut himself to bite his top lip and looked away from you but you could catch his eyes turning glossy, making you listen to him closely. “I’m sorry… for everything.”

You stared at him, for a long while. You were angry, pissed, enraged by the fact that the man in front of you tormented you for a whole year and even got your past out of your mouth, yet… There was a sense of relief now. Not with him, but within yourself. As if you had held your breath for too long and you could finally sigh it out.

“I don’t accept it.” You reply to him and he simply nods, still looking away from you. You looked down at your hands, feeling slightly defeated by him. You couldn’t help but feel weak now, feel completely vulnerable after giving him your story, which he probably will tell Robin about. Will she hate you for hiding it from her? Will everyone else think you are some poor girl that needs saving?

A shadow casted over you, making you frown slightly, turning your head up to see that Eddie had moved, now kneeling in front of you, looking at you with eyes that now could see you for who you were.

Strong.

“Finish it.”

“What?” You were baffled by his sudden words, frowning up at him.

“Finish what you intended that night. The night you tackled me.” Your eyes widened at that request, shaking your head slightly, looking at him as if he had gone crazy.

“What are you saying?”

“I deserve it and more. Finish what you intended that night.” He was opening himself up for you to take your anger out on him. You felt your whole body heat up, a burning sensation going towards your fingertips, and your chest flushing with the wave of anger exploding inside of it. You immediately kneeled in front of him and sent your right hand flying against his left cheek.

His head swung to the side, stinging him from the blow, but he couldn’t be mad. In fact, he knew he deserved it, and he deserved it that night. He now understands how hard it must have been for you to go on all those dates after what you went through. He now understands how hard it was for you to open up your heart again. He now understands that despite it all, you do tell Robin stuff, pouring yourself out to her.

He now understands. He now respects you, completely, entirely.

Your tears ran down your cheeks as you took a deep breath in and swung your other hand towards his right cheek, making his head swing to the other side now. Your hands were burning and stinging from the blows, but it had helped. It helped so much because Eddie Munson didn’t look like someone who would let himself be hit or be disrespected without consequences, yet he was giving himself out to you for you to hurt him.

To make him feel, how you felt whenever he said the word Worth.

Because that’s how you felt when it happened. Were you that worthless that they didn’t care about you? Were you not worthy enough to find love? Were you not worthy enough to find a family? Were you that worthless?

You were about to hit him again when realization hit you, your hand stopping mid air. But Robin… She loved you unconditionally, opened her arms for you despite you building walls around you. Jonathan had cared for you, even after rejecting him, and became a friend without any awkwardness between you two. Steve, Nancy and Argyle, they never once questioned you, never once left you aside or made you feel unwelcome.

They do that, despite your walls.

Do you deserve that?

Eddie was looking at your expression, your eyes darting back and forth as thoughts processed in your head. He could feel your uneasiness, your sadness, your pain, your uncertainty, but there was one thing he could see in yourself right now, and he wasn’t going to let you think about it, not for a single second.

“You’re not worthless.”

Your eyes widened and your head shot up to ask him how he could read your mind but then you were both thrown to the ground as the elevator started moving again, abruptly, shaking itself as it went up. Your hands had to grip his biceps for support and he had his own arms on your waist, pulling the both of you up from the ground. He held you until you could stabilize yourself and then pulled away from you. He clenched and unclenched his fists without much thought as he looked at you.

“You okay?” He asked and you looked up at him, seeing his reddened face because of your slaps and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight. He blinked as if you were insane and kept his eyes on you.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t know how we will explain our state to everyone else.” You say, knowing your makeup was running down your face, your nose was stuffed, your eyes were red from crying… He chuckles with you as the elevator dings that you both got into Nancy’s floor. He grabbed the bags, the same present, but from different people, and he handed one to you.

“We’ll think of something, Peach.”

As you stepped out of the elevator, you know something shifted at that step. It was as if you left something inside there, someone else, and it was time for it to go. Something has definitely changed, inside of you, and probably with the way you are with everyone else. And that’s when you came to a decision, because if you didn’t move on now, you never will.

Next thing tomorrow, you’ll tell Robin everything.

End of chapter 10

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davekat-sucks · 29 days

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I stayed away from the fandom for years. Can you summarize for me how Hussie (and some of his "friends") became such hated figures in this fandom? I know very little about what happened with Sarah Z's video and the drama of homestuck reddit vs kate mitchell

Andrew Hussie and WhatPumpkin had tried to sue Sarah Z for libel because of her critique on the shitty sequel that is Homestuck 2. It didn't help that HS2 was put on a long hiatus since December 25, 2020. He sent her a most unprofessional email like he would. But it wasn't until later on that it was revealed that Homestuck 2 was actually a money laundering scheme by Andrew Hussie to pay off his debts towards Viz Media. He lied to his freelance artists, claiming they are working on the project to help bring the series back to its full glory. The most funny part is that Hussie had tried to pitch Homestuck^2 to Viz Media and they rightfully REJECTED this and told him it was the bad idea. But he didn't listen. Andrew Hussie then decided to leave his name out of Homestuck, any future projects relating to it, including the HIveswap game that he Kickstarted and had misued the money, to live off with his money on IP alone. As for the Homestuck Reddit vs Kate Mitchell, besides the whole fact that Kate Mitchell is controversial for making lots of questionable remarks, takes, and had LITERALLY ADVERTISED HER NUDES ON HER PERSONAL ACCOUNT THAT WAS USED TO TALK TO HOMESTUCK FANS, she and Hussie had found out that Makin, the head of Homestuck Community Reddit and Discord, had created Homestuck.net. Which is an archive site for all things Homestuck media related. From art assets, fan games, music resources, and of course, Patreon exclusive posts for Homestuck^2. It was back in the early 2020s, way before the hiatus and Hussie cutting himself off. Andrew Hussie, Kate Mitchell, and others in WhatPumpkin like Aysha, are upset at them. Thinking they are infringing copyright in preserving some of the lost sprite art and other materials related to the series. There was rumors someone, not sure if it was WhatPumpkin or some random defender of Hussie, had accused Homestuck Community Discord, was sharing CHILD PORN, which was untrue. Andrew Hussie had sent emails to the mods and Makin, requesting the latter step down from his position and let Hussie and WhatPumpkin take control of the Discord. He also asked question about the mods sexuality for the sake of 'gender and sex composition'. Of course by the end, it failed and Makin is still around. I don't think it's been made public on either Twitter or Tumblr, as it is just kept within the Discord server itself. But they had release the email transcripts in a PDF file about all this. Of course, Makin isn't too much of a saint either as he accused the artist (HONE) for 'normalizing' the characters and plagiarizing a fan edit, not realizing who it was that made all the Homestuck Requiem promo art and that it was made WAAAAY before Pesterquest was out and approved by Viz Media themselves. He would then find out who it was and backpedaled, likely not having directly apologizing to HONE. The way I see it is two tards fighting each other. Wanna view the PDF file? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I have been meaning to document some of the controversies and drama within the Homestuck series. Be it from Hussie, Whatpumpkin, and any other major incident. From how one Homestuck musician got kicked out for accusing Hussie on mistreatment of his music team to spending $10k on an office in New York to work on Hiveswap, it would be a history of all the things that had happened behind the scenes with evidence to back it up.

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live-laugh-lenney · 5 months

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arthur having y/n as a guest on his channel and he's crushing on her the whole time!!

hello!

i figured this one worked out being a head-cannon more than a fic but i really love that this could be the potential origin story of arthur and yn, leading on to what happened in 'housewarming makeout'...

let me know what you think though!

thank you for reading my stuff so far - it means a whole lot to me and i'm thankful for all the messages i've been receiving about my writing and such. love to you all! x

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-> commentary youtube was something yn loved doing.

-> her channel was different to what arthur would do on his channel. she would go about commenting on whatever seemed to be trending in the world that week; whatever was being spoken about on twitter or whatever seemed to be in the news or a celebrity who seemed to be a topic of conversations.

-> yn and arthur collaborating on either one's channel was something a lot of people wanted. something people manifested. twitter was full of tweets begging them to collaborate on a video.

-> it's arthur's goal to have her on his channel - he loves watching her videos and he's forever indulged in the way she speaks so soft and shares the occasional joke and laughs at herself and never shies away from how she may have different opinions... yet she always does it in such a respectful way. he thinks she'd be a great guest to have, a great first guest to have on his channel, and he was thrilled when she agreed to it.

-> and he'd be called a fool if he denied his feelings for her; how he found her really quite beautiful, how he felt intimidated when she arrived on the youtube scene because he felt she had such a way with words and with people that he'd be thrown to the side, how he loved her sense of fashion and how she always presented herself to perfectly... and when they first met, he found she had such an inviting personality that he just wanted to know more and more and more about her on a level where they could tell each other everything and anything.

-> and she felt the same.

-> she really quite liked him as a person, found his rather handsome, and she felt butterflies in her belly when he dm'd her and asked her whether she was interested in filming with him on the biggest series of his youtube channel.

-> so when she posts a selfie on her instagram story of her sat at the desk in arthur's bedroom, twitter goes into meltdown.

-> 'is it me or is yn in arthurtv's bedroom? either we're getting a vid or they've got some explaining to do...'

-> 'arthurtv and yn hanging out? do i smell a video coming?'

-> 'arthur has a girl in his room!!!'

-> and they find it funny to have a look at their mentions on twitter to see how excited people are - they weren't stupid when it came to the fans and what people were saying about the two of them.

-> he has her on his channel to discuss big ed from 90 day fiance; he's always trending, someone that people talk about and it fits in with what his channel is all about so it was a perfect opportunity to get her in a video to collaborate on.

-> there's no awkwardness between the two of them.

-> they've hung out before, they've been seen out and both together, they wouldn't class themselves as best friends but they're friendly with one another and they're both used to being on camera so there was nothing that kept them from not being themselves.

-> when the video does come out, both of them promote it and post about it on their socials and they reply back to those who responded about how happy they were to see the two of them together, telling them their favourite parts and how they want it to become a regular thing on arthur's channel, or how they want arthur to do a video on yn's channel about the current trends of the world.

-> people pick out bits of the video and edits are made - edits of yn and arthur together.

-> 'the way arthur kept looking at yn!!! it has me dying'

-> 'he's such a sweetheart. he never interrupted her. never spoke over her. never spoke down. he's adorable.'

-> 'a man written by women, for women, i'm telling you. he's every girls dream. the way he looks at yn is adorable.'

-> 'no one can tell me there aren't feelings there. yn and arthur are my endgame <333'

-> it's the start of something between them... something good... something special... something secret...

#and i like that this is maybe their origin story???#yn and arthur becoming a secret couple through the power of youtube...????#arthurtv #arthurtv headcannons #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv fics #arthur frederick imagines #arthur frederick fics #chaos crew

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arabidfangirl · 2 years

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Thoughts on Mile and Apo after the KinnPorsche World Tour Manila show:

First, let's talk about their looks...

Apo is the human personification of this meme:

He's so pretty in real life. Like, I know he's already so good-looking in photos and videos but nothing compares to him in person. I literally gasped when I saw him. His beauty is unreal.

Excuse my shitty mobile's camera (I also had to zoom in for this) but I just had to share this man's face.

Mile's physique is so... He's broad. He might not be as broad as he was pre-KP but I finally understood why he looks bigger than Apo even though they're practically the same height. His waist is tiny, too. Kudos to whoever's styling him because his pants do his ass and legs so much justice.

Also, he's really pale. It's funny because he looks like Edward Cullen in my videos because the spotlight on him just created a glare for my camera.

Trust me when I say I made so many attempts at trying to get him to look less glare-y in this video.

Second, let's talk about their stage presence...

Apo was truly born to be a star. The charisma just oozes out of him. I can't pinpoint how exactly, but I just know there was a point during the show where I just had to stop recording to stare at him in awe. I've met celebrities up close and personal before but this was one of the few times I was truly starstruck.

It makes KinnPorsche the Series even more special because the world would've lost this presence from its screens.

Mile, on the other hand, reminds me of that quote about Marilyn Monroe being able to switch her persona on and off. By that I mean, Mile knows when to turn on the charm so all eyes are on him and he knows when to dim it so he doesn't steal the spotlight from others. Like, I don't know how else to say it. I mean, obviously you'd still see him on the stage but it's like he's giving you permission to look away from him for a bit.

I don't know, man... But it does make me curious how'd things would have gone if he decided to pursue his rockstar dreams.

Lastly, let's talk about MileApo...

I'm gonna be real. When I went into this (the concert), I didn't expect to feel the same level of kilig (or giddiness) I experienced watching the show. I figured a lot of those feelings came from the post-prod additions, like background music and romantic editing. Yes, Mile and Apo have chemistry. But that can translate differently when you see them in real life.

(Lemme just give a quick example. I have been a TayNew fan for years. I think they have great chemistry, specifically romantic chemistry. But when I saw them earlier this year, I realized that their "real life" chemistry was very bro-coded. Like, they're really good friends who are very comfortable with each other.)

So imagine my surprise when I realized that Mile and Apo's chemistry off-screen is just as striking. There's a fondness in their interactions with each other that I would posit as something akin to domesticity. There's something so wholesome about it, something so safe and secure... It's hard to put into words but it was like looking at a warm hug shared between two people who've found comfort in each other.

Again, I don't know... This was just my observation. I mean, I'm also a firm believer in the concept of a soulmate doesn't have to be a romantic partner, just someone who makes you whole. It looked like that to me. But hey, you don't have to take my word for it.

#kpwt manila #kinnporsche #mileapo #mile phakphum #apo nattawin

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kurtie4life96 · 2 years

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Halloween Night ● S.H. × Fem Reader × R.B.

Summary: What happens when the reader realizes she's in love with her best friends, but doesn't want to hurt them?

CW: MDNI 18+, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, bisexual!fem reader, poly relations, smut, bi panic, it's the 80s, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sex, a bit of religious trauma, takes place during/after S4, no use of y/n but reader has a nickname, reader has a birthday, slowburn, steve harrington is too hot for life, robin buckley is too hot for life, ROBIN AND STEVE DO NOT INTERACT PHYSICALLY/SEXUALLY, RELATIONS WITH THEM TAKE PLACE AT SEPARATE TIMES

AN: lightly edited, sorry this took me so long

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It was January 2nd of 1986.

You had just moved to a small town named Hawkins, and were looking for a fresh start, after your parents had kicked you out.

You were exiled from the family, after mom and dad came home earlier than you expected, and walked in to see you sitting on the couch with another girl.

Normally, this would not have bothered them. Except this time, they came in to see you kissing a girl on the lips.

You had told them that you two were just practicing for when you'll kiss a boy, but they saw right through your facade. Them being very religious, they felt they had no choice but to send you packing. They had given you enough money to pay for one month of housing, but that was it. They told you that they loved you, but you needed to leave and never contact them again. So you got in your beat up car, and drove until you were able to find a cheap apartment in a small town.

Now you needed to find a job in order to keep that housing.

You found that job at Family Video. And you also found your co workers Robin and Steve.

They welcomed you with open arms. The three of you became good friends within a span of a few months. Steve was funny, charming and made work much more bearable. Robin was unique, quick-witted and a great conversationalist. Despite her claims of never being able to shut up, you loved that about her, because you related to that. This friendship with them both turned into movie nights at your place frequently, the three of you poking fun at each other, throwing popcorn, laughing and sometimes drinking or smoking the night away, and sometimes these nights would turn into sleepovers. You had found a new family.

There was just one thing you couldn't tell them, one thing you kept to yourself, because you couldn't bear the possibility of being criticized and thrown away again.

The fact that you loved girls... romantically.

I mean, how could you not? With their beautiful, supple lips, smooth skin, long eyelashes, all the curves of their bodies, how they smell so sweet like candy and flowers, and how gentle and soft their touch is. You had never been in bed with one of these angelic, goddess like women before. But you were sure of yourself, you had been ever since you were a child, even with your upbringing.

But there was something else about you too.

You also loved boys just as much. Their kisses feeling more rough, but nevertheless passionate, how romantic and charming they can be, feeling so safe and secure with them. Their big, strong arms, the curves of their muscles, and their goofy smiles. What's not to love?

As open minded and welcoming as Robin and Steve seemed to be, you couldn't risk telling them, only for your life to fall apart all over again. You hated the thought of Robin being disgusted by you, no longer wanting to be in your presence, and you didn't like the thought of Steve thinking the same, and with his infamous experience with women in Hawkins, possibly fetishizing you.

And so you kept your secret with you, even after everything you'd all gone through. From the moment that Dustin and Max slid over the counter in a panic, learning from word of mouth and then firsthand experience what the Upside Down is, swimming into Lovers Lake to save Steve's ass, you and Eddie nearly succumbing to your injuries after you attempted to take down a swarm of Demobats, defeating Vecna, the town being destroyed by the "earthquake"... through all of it, you still didn't tell anyone about your sexuality.

The experience was traumatizing to say the least, but it did bring you all closer than you could have ever imagined or hoped for. Especially closer with Steve and Robin.

Which was not particularly a good thing in your mind.

Because you had developed romantic feelings for them both.

It happened when Robin jumped into the water after Steve was yanked down into Lover's Lake. You'd never seen such a beautiful act of bravery. It happened when Steve bit the bat that was choking him, spitting out it's blood. You'd never seen anything so fearless in your life. It happened when Robin held you tight when the Upside Down began to shake. You'd never had someone hold you in a way that made you feel so safe. It happened when Steve ripped off a fabric of his clothing to stop the heavy bleeding from your wounds after you'd fought the bats with Eddie. It happened when Robin would cook you meals and bring them to your apartment while you recovered in bed. It happened when the both of them spent the majority of their free time at the comfort of your home, trying to cheer you up and make sure your injuries were healing properly.

These feelings amplified even more when they both gave you the affectionate nickname "Bee", after you had been stung by one on your thigh over the summer and overly freaked out about it. You told them it had to have been a wasp, because it hurt so much! But they just laughed and continued to call you Bee, saying it was your fault for always wearing ripped jeans everyday, jokingly, of course.

And then you realized that the feelings you had for them didn't just spontaneously come up in the Upside Down.

Your adoration for them started when you began working at Family Video. But you had pushed those feelings aside, knowing that there was no way you could ever reveal yourself and risk destroying their wonderful friendship.

It's just that you couldn't help it. Steve is so devilishly handsome, helpful, selfless and endearing. And god, not to mention his gorgeous hair.

And Robin... she's so dorky, you could die of cuteness. The way she looked so beautiful no matter if she wore her hair up or down. So effortlessly funny and empathic. And those lips and smile... Damn it.

You felt so ashamed of yourself. Not for being... different. But because you had fallen for two people at the same time, and it just wasn't fair to them. So you never told them how you felt, not only because you didn't want to be outcasted, but because they're best friends.

Little did you know, ever since Steve and Robin first saw you walk into Family Video, they both immediately held a soft spot for you in their heart. They would playfully argue with each other about who you were into. Of course, neither of them thought they had a chance, but the way you hugged Steve, a little longer than a platonic friend would, and the way you would ruffle and play with his hair, made him wonder. And the way you dressed, not so feminine, but not exactly in a masculine way either, more like a tomboy with a pretty face and gorgeous hair, and the way you would hold a gaze with Robin, a little longer than a normal person would, made her wonder, too.

Nevertheless, you were a bit hard to read, the both of them would joke about it when you weren't around, but never taking it too seriously, and never making a move, just happy, and grateful, to be friends with you.

Especially on Robin's part, because she never told you her secret either. The only one who knew, was Steve.

This would soon all change.

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7 months after the events that took place, Hawkins working tirelessly to rebuild their community, you were driving home from work after a shift at Family Video that you had worked alone. You shivered, your nose and cheeks red and freezing, as you attempted to turn the heater on in your car, to no avail.

I don't know why I try, shit hasn't worked since I moved here.

Now that it was the middle of October, the chill in the air had begun to set in. You didn't mind too much though, you in fact liked the cold much better than the sweltering heat in the summer of Indiana.

Today was also your birthday, something you normally dreaded. All of your previous birthdays were hell, no pun intended. You were only ever given a new Bible every year as a present from your parents, and you weren't allowed to have sleepovers, even on your special day, and you were also never allowed to blow out a candle after being sung Happy Birthday, your mom claiming it was witchcraft to do so.

Absolute hypocrisy.

But tonight was going to be much better. You were planning on ordering a couple pizzas, relaxing and watching Labyrinth with Robin and Steve. You had already seen the movie, given where you work, but it's your favorite one by far. David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly are absolute works of art.

You parked your car and got out, still shivering, when you looked up and noticed in the window of your apartment, the lights were on. This was peculiar, as you never kept them on when you left. And just as quickly as you noticed the light was on, the light turned off. You immediately became worried, frightened even, and opened the trunk of your car to grab your crowbar.

You weren't going to go down without a fight. You'd been through too much already.

You crept your way up the stairs, leading to your door on the second floor of the building. You crept below the front window, not wanting whoever- or whatever- was in your house to see you. Your front door was opened slightly ajar. You took a deep breath, held up your weapon ready for attack, and kicked the door open. You saw some shadowy figures and just as you began to lunge for them, your light was flipped back on.

"SURPRISE!" They all shouted in unison.

You dropped the crowbar in shock.

Everyone was there. Everyone. Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El, Mike, everyone. The room was decorated by balloons and streamers in all your favorite colors, pizza and beers already in tow, and a big chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter that said "Happy Birthday, Bee!"

As soon as they yelled, everyone slightly flinched at your near attack on them, Dustin being the exception, who screamed dramatically and fell backwards.

Everyone laughed and Eddie went to pick up the poor kid.

Robin ran up to you excitedly, grabbed your fists, and said, "It's a surprise party! For your birthday!" You chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I noticed that."

Steve came up to you and wrapped you in a big hug. "Happy birthday, Bee. I almost thought you were gonna smash my face in for a second!" You smiled against his chest. He smelled like cedarwood and eucalyptus. "Yeah, I thought I was going to, too! Thank you." You let go of each other and smiled at him. You looked over to Robin, grinned, and gave her a big hug too. She was all dressed up, in her own Robin way. She looked so damn beautiful.

As everyone behind them chatted amongst themselves, you raised your voice, "So, who's idea was it to throw me a surprise party, anyways?" Dustin caught your eye, raised his eyebrows and pointed directly at the pair next to you. "We did!" Robin announced. Steve chimed in, "Yeah, we've been planning it for a couple weeks now, that's why you worked by yourself today. We've been here, setting up everything."

Robin rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder playfully. "I blew up the balloons. He practically did nothing." Steve gave her a dirty look. "Hey, that's not true, I bought the cake! Anyways, we wanted to do this for you, because we know that your birthdays have always sucked, and we just wanted to make sure you had a good one this time, so-"

Steve stopped when he noticed tears threatening to spill down your face. Robin looked at you concerned, and held your hands in hers again. "I'm so sorry, Bee, we didn't mean to scare you, maybe we shouldn't have done this, I mean there are people that don't like surprise parties, we can all leave right now, I'm really sorry-"

"Sh." You smiled and looked into her eyes with the most amount of gratefulness, and gave the same glance to Steve. "This is better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Thank you both. So much. So so much." You pulled them in for a tight hug.

"Hey, birthday girl is crying!" Eddie announced. Everyone began to gather to where the three of you were, and started a massive giant group hug. You laughed and enjoyed the warm embrace.

An hour or so had passed, everyone eating pizza, laughing, listening to music and drinking beer, Steve smacking Dustin's hand when he attempted to grab one. Nancy and Jonathan, El and Mike, Lucas and Max all cuddled up on the couch.

"Cake time!" Robin announced. You felt a little nervous pit in your stomach, but you approached the kitchen counter.

Eddie lit the big, sparkly candle with his lighter. "One, two, three..." everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you in unison. You didn't know what to do with yourself, shuffling your feet, smiling cheesy at everybody. You must have zoned out by the end of it, because a gentle but heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder. "It's time to make a wish." Steve whispered to you, just inches from your face. You didn't know if it was him or the candle that made your face feel hot. You looked over at Robin standing beside you, and she gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand. You faced the candle, closed your eyes tightly, made a wish, and blew the candle out. Everyone cheered for you. It had to be the best feeling in the world.

Everyone lingered around for another couple hours, before it got a little quiet, the party starting to die down. Seeing as Steve, Robin and yourself had a few beers, Nancy, Jonathan and Eddie rounded up the younger bunch of the group to take them home. You thanked them. Nancy came up and gave you a hug before she walked out. "Happy Birthday." She said with a smile, and left.

Once everyone else was gone, you turned around to face Steve and Robin, sitting next to each other on the couch. "Looks like I'm stuck with you two, again." You rolled your eyes playfully. They both smiled and motioned for you to come sit on the couch between them. You obliged and once you sat down, Steve grabbed your waist and tickled you a bit, making you squeal. Robin gave him a look that said, 'wow, really?', but you hadn't noticed.

She began to talk. "So, we know that you said no presents, but..." you raised your eyebrow at her and she shushed you. "BUT... we both decided to chip in and just get you a small little something." You smiled and glanced over at Steve, him smiling back and giving you a little nod, his arm over your shoulder. Robin pulled a small little box out of her pocket and handed it to you. "You guys shouldn't have..." Steve gave you an excited look, "Come on, open it!"

Robin placed her hand on your leg as you took off the top of the box. You gasped.

It was a necklace. But not any regular necklace. It was a silver necklace, with a pendant of a bumblebee.

"Do you get it?" Robin asked enthusiastically. "Because that's your nickname! It's a bee!"

"Oh my god, you guys.. this is amazing." You gave each of them a tight, long, swaying hug. Robin took the necklace out of the box, and Steve smoothed your hair and pulled it up a bit, so she could put the necklace around you and clasp it.

A wash of sadness, and a bit of guilt came over you. You thumbed at the necklace, eyes watering again.

Steve interrupted your thoughts, "What's wrong, Bee?"

They must have noticed the look on your face. You shook your head and smiled again. "Nothing, it's just the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you guys. So, so much. For everything.

Steve grinned ear to ear. "Alright, now... how's about that movie?" He looked at Robin and she nodded.

The three of you spent the rest of the evening watching Labyrinth, drinking more beers, laughing at the ridiculous characters, shoving each other playfully when Bowie sang "Magic Dance", aiming popcorn into each other's mouths, curled up on the couch with fuzzy blankets. As the end of the movie neared, the realization came into your mind again.

You were in love with both of them. And there was nothing you could do about it except keep pretending you don't, forever.

When the credits rolled, you stood up from the couch and fake yawned, declaring, "I'm whooped. I think I'm gonna go hit the hay now."

They both agreed that it was time for bed. As Steve laid down on your couch with a blanket and pillow, Robin began to follow you into your bedroom. You gave her an alarming look.

"What's wrong Bee?" Her sweet raspy voice, god how it melted you. You remembered that when you have sleepovers, the two of you usually share a bed, sometimes Steve, on occasion.

"Oh nothing, it's just that, if you sleep with me in my bed tonight, it'll be kinda hot-" you stopped yourself midsentence. "I mean, since we've been drinking and such, I think we'll get all hot and sweaty, ya know, body heat..." She scrunched her face into a confused look, but accepted your answer. "Okay..." she dragged the word out. "Where should I sleep then?"

"You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. It's got nice, clean new sheets. It'll be comfy, I promise."

"Okay, well, goodnight Bee."

"Goodnight."

And with that, she headed off to the guest bedroom, her bag of clothes for the next day in hand.

You looked over at Steve. He looked a little confused as well.

"Goodnight Steve."

"Sleep tight, Bee."

And with that, you headed into your room and gently shut the door. You laid on your bed, holding onto a pillow as you stared at the wall. You thumbed the little bee necklace a bit, before you put your pillow over your face and quietly cried into it. You had the most wonderful day, maybe in your whole life, but you couldn't help but let the tears stream down your cheeks, thinking about what you had to hide from the both of them. Not only your romantic feelings towards the both of them that you felt equally, but your own sexuality. Once you felt you had no more tears to cry, you sighed deeply, and fell asleep.

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2 weeks had gone by since your birthday, and it was now the day before Halloween. You could feel the spooky excitement in the air, especially with all the customers coming in to Family Video to rent some horror and slasher films, shaking your head with a grin when children would rent Friday the 13th, knowing they would soon regret it. You and your two best friends had spent the last week working on your costumes together, extremely excited to celebrate the holiday as you had never been able to before because of your upbringing. Unfortunately, Eddie declined to join in on the fun, as he said Halloween was a "big selling" night for him.

With Robin having the day off, Steve and yourself were in the last hour of your shift. He was at the front of the store, putting up some silly pumpkin and ghost stickers in the windows, along with a "Closed 4 Halloween!!" sign with some not so impressive handwriting. Thankfully, Keith loved Halloween and was happy to close the store for the holiday.

You were behind the desk, organizing some tapes. You couldn't help but to look at Steve get frustrated with the stickers, cursing and murmuring to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair. You silently giggled to yourself at his dilemma, he was adorable when agitated, and damn, did he look good with his back towards you as much as the front. You couldn't help but to feel a flutter in your stomach, and heat rising to your cheeks...

Stop it.

As Steve finished up with his decorations and you finished up with organizing some tapes, you walked to the side of the store to restock some new arrivals, preparing for when Family Video was open again on the 1st.

As you tried your best to reach on your tippy toes to stock a new tape, you were about to jump to try to get it on the top shelf, when you heard a gentle voice behind you.

"Hey, let me get that for you."

Steve grabbed the tape from you as you turned around to face him. He placed it in its correct spot on the shelf effortlessly. When he was reaching over you, you couldn't help but to stare at the length of his bare neck, him being only inches in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

Steve must have noticed you staring at him for a bit too long, your cheeks beginning to get a rosy flush to them. "Hey, Bee... is uh... is everything okay?"

You shook out of your trance like state, feeling embarrassed, but quickly came up with a rebuttal, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, it's just that I definitely could have done that by myself, eventually." You gave him a high and mighty, but playful look.

He chuckled a bit, "Yeah, maybe if you grabbed a ladder."

You rolled your eyes and gave a cheeky smile, "Whatever Steve, I totally could have done it, even without a ladder." You gave him a teasing, but light shove to his shoulder. Your giggling stopped when you looked at him in his eyes again.

He was staring at your face, full on staring, with a slight purse to his lips. You attempted to put a more serious look on your face, but it ended up looking more dreamy as you gazed in his eyes, memorizing all the details of his face.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was more like ten seconds, before you broke out of the trance and cleared your throat, "So, um... anyways, um... tomorrow is gonna be really fun!" You smiled sheepishly.

Steve took an awkward step back from you, chuckling nervously while running his hand through his stupid, glorious hair, breaking eye contact and looking at the floor, "Yeah, yeah! No, um- yeah, it's gonna be great! I can't wait until we all see each other in our costumes."

You, too, looked at the floor and, with a timid babble, continued to fill the awkward tension between you two. "Yeah, we've been really working hard on them, and it'll be fun to see the kids you just love to babysit, going around trick or treating."

Steve smiled, thinking of his beloved 'children'. "Yeah, I assume at least half of them will be going as Ghostbusters again."

"Yep... it's definitely their favorite movie, and knowing Eddie, he'll probably dress up as some D&D character... or something nerdy like that while he's out selling." You exhaled deeply, loudly at the end of your sentence, as if you'd forgotten how to breathe again.

He gave you an awkward, and possibly even disappointed half smile. He couldn't think of anything to say back, and neither could you, as you continued to stare at the floor and shuffle your feet for a moment. The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife, a stomach full of nervousness and desire that you desperately wanted to go away, but at the same time, you liked a little too much.

Steve broke the heavy silence. "So um, it's 8:00 now, time to close up." He looked at the door. You gave a quiet "Okay." with a small crack in your voice.

You headed down to the breakroom to gather your belongings and head home, trying to think of anything other than your feelings for both Steve and Robin, while he turned off the lights and flipped the 'Open' sign over to 'Closed', and locked the door.

You grabbed your bag, filled with little things any girl would have- chapstick, hand lotion, a small roller of perfume, your keys. You fumbled around in it to pull the latter out, and as you turned around, he was standing right in front of you.

Steve was standing right in front of you. Merely inches away. You looked up at him, surprised, your face getting hot by the second from his sudden closeness.

"So... you really do like that necklace we got you?"

You grabbed the pendant with your thumb and index finger and rubbed it.

"Yeah, no, I really do. I've worn it everyday since." You smiled at him gratefully, but still feeling confused as to what was going on.

"Yeah, yeah, I can tell.. I'm glad you really like it. It looks really... good on you." He stuttered between his words, taking in short inhales. His cheeks were turning a dark pink. Yours were too, you could feel it, yet still tried your best to ignore it.

"Well... thank you." You gave him a small smile of appreciation, and couldn't help but to lean back against the table a bit, an involuntary reaction of the close distance between you two.

Steve looked around the room anxiously, and said in a voice a little louder than before, "Hey, so, um... I have to tell you something." He ran his hand through his hair again, in some kind of attempt to soothe himself.

You pursed your lips and gulped, him waiting for a response so he could continue. "Okay."

He sighed, staring away at a wall for half the statement, before eventually turning his eyes over to look in yours. "So, I've been feeling... having some feelings for you. For a while now. And I haven't been able to tell if you've been feeling the same way about me, you're a little unreadable sometimes- which is fine! It's totally okay. It's just that I told..." He paused. "A friend of ours how I felt. And she- er, they, told me to stop being a wuss, and tell you how I feel." He continued to ramble and stumble on his words. "And I want you to know, that if you don't feel the same, that it's totally okay! Totally fine, we could always stay friends no matter what, that's something I'd never wanna ruin, because, we've just been through a lot together, you know? Like, all of us." He paused for a moment to look at your reaction, get a response, whether it was acceptance, rejection, (which he felt like would be a dagger in the heart, but he would do his best to hide it) anything. He just needed some type of reponse to what he confessed to you.

And the way that he had confessed to you, it felt like he had been saving it up for, who knows how long, and sounded very rehearsed, despite the skittish way he spoke to you.

You looked down on the floor, and smiled a bit, through you were trying hard not to, contemplating what you could manage out with words.

"So, this... friend. Was this friend Robin? The one who told you to tell me all this?" You focused on his face again. His way too pretty face.

He let out a shaky, breathy laugh. "Yeah, yeah, it was. Been telling me for a while now." He stopped for a moment before continuing.

"So, uh, everything I just told you, how do you feel about it?" He stretched the last few words.

You didn't know what to say. You went inside your own mind for a moment, thinking about Robin, how she told Steve to confess the way he felt about you. It hurt your heart for a moment, but at the same time, there he was, right in front of you, reciprocating feelings you were to oblivious to know he had.

You continued to lean back into the table, but gazed at him through half-lidded, dreamy eyes, face now cherry red in adoration. And he was noticing the way you were looking at him, too.

He took a small step forward, gazing into your face the same way. When you gave no body language of hesitation, he took another step forward, until he was leaning down, looking into your hazed eyes. You couldn't help but to break contact, but only to slowly look at his lips. They looked hungry. And they looked like they would fit perfectly against yours. You looked back into his eyes, only to catch him focusing on your lips too. He looked up into your eyes again, pupils dilated. And he decided that the way you were looking at him, was enough permission.

Steve made the first move.

He leaned in, gently pressing his mouth onto yours, one hand on the table you were leaning on, and another cradling the side of your face. You returned the kiss as quickly as he gave it, turning it into a long, strung out embrace, before he pulled back to get a look at your face.

"You're so pretty, Bee. You know that?" He whispered into your mouth.

"Steve..."

He kissed you again, again, and again, before both of your hands were holding his face, one of his still on yours, and the other one smoothing down your back. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which you obliged. He licked into your mouth, your tongue now dancing with his, in perfect, so perfect sync.

The kisses were beginning to get faster, sloppier, more desperate after each and every one. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together after he put a leg between them. He began to suck on your bottom lip, gaining a whimper from you. The both of you were feeling hotter and hotter by the second, an ache deep down low, when you abruptly broke the kiss, taking in a deep, loud inhale.

"Steve," you panted, "I have to tell you something."

He was breathing heavily too. "Yeah? What is it? You okay?"

"Well, yes... and no."

He gave you a confused look, and pulled back from you to let you speak.

"Steve, I really have to tell you something. Something big. And I just... I really hope you don't hate me for it." Your voice cracked, filled with guilt.

"Well... what is it?" He looked a little worried, thinking perhaps you had a boyfriend you never told him about.

"So, there's something about me that's different. That absolutely no one knows."

He nodded eagerly, "Well, go on, tell me! We've been through actual hell and back, you can tell me anything." He smiled.

"Okay, um..." you fumbled with your necklace again. "So obviously, I really like boys..."

He nodded again, facial expression motioning for you to continue.

"I really like girls too Steve." You immediately looked away from him, tears at the corners of your eyes, absolutely terrified of his reaction.

"Really?"

You nodded and continued to look away from him.

"That's it?"

You snapped your face forward to look at him in shock, wide-eyed.

He chuckled a bit. "That's okay! That's fine! That's great! I have a friend, um, well I know a girl that's into girls too. But honey, honey," he leaned forward and grabbed your face, looked into your still bewildered eyes. "What does that have to do with us?" He paused for a second and smiled, before leaning in to kiss you eagerly again. And as much as your body wanted to, needed to so badly, there was still guilt in your heart, so you immediately pulled back and looked away.

"Steve, we have to stop." You said quietly.

A wave of sadness washed over him. "Why? Do you.. do you not like me this way?"

You perked up and gave a sad, empathetic smile. "No, no- I mean yes, I do! I really, really do, and I have for such a long time Steve. It's just that... there's someone else too."

His heart dropped.

"So, are you dating someone else?"

"No, I'm not dating anyone else. I'm not in a relationship or anything. It's just that... I have feelings for someone else too. And I love- like you as much as I like them. The same. So I can't just string you along like that." You began to quietly sob with that last sentence.

Steve just stared at you. Still completely confused as to what was going on. What was going on?

"I have to go, um, but I really think we should all still hang out tomorrow, have fun, you know, and we can talk about this later." You pulled your keys out of your bag and headed for the parking lot.

Steve stood still for a second, thinking, taking everything in, before running out after you.

"Bee! Hey, Bee! Please, wait up! Hold on a second-"

You had already gotten into your car, turning onto the street to get home, crying, absolutely wailing into the chilly night, in absolute disbelief of yourself for possibly ruining not only your life, but a pure friendship that was established long before you came into the picture.

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The next day, with swollen eyes from crying yourself to sleep the night before, you were looking into your full length mirror, inspecting your makeup. It wasn't much, but makeup was not necessary for the costume you were wearing for Halloween. You looked down at your long, strapless white dress, that you had squeezed red ink all over to make it look bloody. You hadn't poured any onto your face or hair, not wanting to wash it all out after what's supposed to be a long night. You gave the dress a little smile, proud of the outcome of your makeshift costume of Carrie, your all time favorite horror movie.

You heard a knock at your door, confused as to who it could be. You looked at the time, it was 7 p.m.

You opened the door cautiously, only for Robin to barge in, pulling you into a big, tight hug. "Oh my god, you look amazing!" she said excitedly in her beautiful, raspy voice, looking at you up and down.

You squeezed her right back and laughed. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. It was a little too intoxicating.

You let go of each other's grasps. "Robin, are you kidding? You look amazing, like, so hot!" She smiled big and blushed at the comment. You marked it off as friendly flattery.

She was going as her favorite horror movie character, too. Freddy Krueger. Complete with the long-sleeved, red striped sweater, that hugged her body so perfectly, with some tight, black ripped jeans and black leather, buckled boots. You guessed she decided not to go with the Freddy claw, after all.

"I was supposed to come pick you up! Did you walk all the way here?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Why?"

"I just wanted to surprise you! I'm just so excited for tonight! It's gonna be so much fun!" She jumped, her fists squeezed tight, in the most adorable fashion you'd ever seen.

"Well, now that I'm already here," she continued, "Let's just go now, and get a headstart and meet up with Steve! I'm sure he's already babysitting anyways." She chuckled.

You let out a nervous laugh and fidgeted with your bee pendant again. "Yeah... Steve," you huffed, "yeah, we should do that."

Robin might be quirky, out of the box, but she's not stupid. She raised her eyebrows at you, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

You were silent for a moment before you collected yourself and said "Oh, no, nothing bad! Just that... he was really annoying at work yesterday. Mixed up some tapes with the, uh, wrong boxes."

She gave you an empathetic nod and smile, "I get it. That's Steve for ya. Are you ready to go? Because I am!"

You gave her a cheesy smile, taking in her delightfully sunny demeanor, "Absolutely. Let me get my shoes on."

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The two of you pulled up beside Steve's house, blaring and singing along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" with the windows rolled down.

You turned your car off the moment Steve walked up to your driver's side window and ducked into it. "Nice music taste, ladies."

Steve was in costume, wearing the classic blue jumpsuit, black jacket, black boots and a Jason Voorhees mask, except the mask was resting on top of his fluffy head. And for some reason he looked... hot. You nearly drooled.

Robin noticed your lack of response and rebuttled, "Steve, don't even act like you don't know all the lyrics to this song."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it was against my will!"

You laughed softly, absent mindedly, deep in thought, before he broke you out of it. "Hey, Bee. The dress came together well. You look really nice."

You were surprised at his compliment, given the events of the night before. "Oh, um, thank you." You half smiled at him, a sad look in your eyes.

Robin crossed her arms and pouted.

Steve went into defensive mode again. "Hey, you look nice too, okay? Very scary." He said the last words sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You look so super scary, too. Let's go." Steve backed away as the both of you got out of your car.

The three of you were taking the 'kiddos' trick or treating in Steve's neighborhood, as Dustin claimed, "That's where all the full size candy bars are!" The three of you followed the kids around for about 2 hours, pillow cases out, laughing all around, collecting massive amounts of candy. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, glad they were soaking up the last years of their childhood before the adults deemed them "too old" to be trick-or-treating.

As you were walking back to Steve's house, you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. The weather was supposed to be somewhat nice tonight, but the chilly breeze began to bite at your arms, as you were in a sleeveless gown. You rubbed your arms over each other in an attempt to warm yourself. Steve noticed.

"Here, take this." He began to take his jacket off to hand to you.

"No, Steve, it's okay, honestly-"

"Bee, I insist. You're freezing, and I know the heat doesn't work in your car. Take it." He offered the jacket to you, smiling. Like a real, genuine smile. As if last night never happened.

"Well... thank you. That's nice of you-" You put his jacket on. It smelled just like him.

Damn it.

"Don't say that's nice of me. We're friends, and that's what friends are for." He ruffled your hair playfully and you giggled nervously.

Why is he acting like everything's okay?

You looked over to Robin walking beside you. She seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the sidewalk, making sure not to step on any cracks. She felt eyes on her and looked up at you, changing her expression from a dissociated one to a happy smile, but there was something else in her eyes. Angst? You couldn't tell.

As you arrived back at your car, you offered Steve's jacket back to him, but he refused insistently. You hesitantly accepted his response.

"So, after I take these kids back home, we still having a beer or two at your place, Bee?"

You got into your car, as did Robin, and affirmed to him, "Yeah, of course, I just have to do something first, but I'll give you a call."

He smirked affectionately and gave your car a couple taps, before walking up the driveway to load the kids up in his car, and driving off to take them home.

"So..." Robin began. "That was fun."

You beamed at her. "It was super fun. I never got to dress up before and it was really cool watching kids trick-or-treating for the first time!"

"Speaking of," she pulled some candy bars out of her pockets, "I was able to steal these from Dustin." She waved them in front of you proudly. You laughed joyfully. "Nice one!" You exclaimed, snatching a Snickers out of her hand, opening it immediately. The chocolate was a little melted from being in her pocket, but you didn't care. She followed right after you, the two of you giving your candy bars a 'cheers' as you took a bite.

The two of you didn't bother to drive away from Steve's house for a while, listening to music, making fun of everyone's costumes and just soaking up each others time. After about 20 minutes of fun, you remembered there was something you had to do. There was an immediate ache in your heart, and you felt terrified, but that it was time to do it.

As the laughing died down, you began to explain, "So, um, Robin, I have to tell you something. And I really hope you won't judge me for it, but I understand if you do. There's a few things I have to tell you, actually..." you trailed off as you looked at her face, noticing a piece of chocolate on the side of her mouth. She looked at you wide-eyed. "What? What's wrong?"

You smiled at her and couldn't help but bust out a laugh. She laughed too, though she didn't know what about. That's one thing you loved about her. It was so contagious when she laughed. You wanted to stay in this moment forever. You didn't want to have to tell her anything. But you knew you had to.

Just one more moment of bliss...

"Here, you have something," you giggled, "let me get that for you." You leaned over towards her to rub the chocolate off. The giggling began to die down as you rubbed the pad of your thumb across the side of her mouth. You did it, ever so gently, and couldn't help but notice how soft her skin is, how pretty her hair looked.

When you looked into her eyes, she was gazing into yours. She half grinned and sucked her bottom lip in her mouth a bit, never taking her eyes off of you, only to glance at your own lips. She was looking at you, in a way you'd never noticed before. It seemed... loving?

"Hey, Bee?" She whispered, face inches away from yours, breathing in each other's scent.

"Yeah?" You exhaled.

"I think I already know. And I hope I'm right."

"What? What do you already know?"

Both of your faces instinctively leaned in at the same time, as you pressed your lips onto hers. It was gentle. It was romantic. Her lips were so soft, plush, just like you'd always imagined.

She pulled away first. "So... am I right?"

Tears poked at the corners of your eyes. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

It was then you both grabbed each other's faces, holding them for another kiss, only this time, it was more desperate. You couldn't believe it. Not only did she feel the same way about you, she was different in the same way you were. You could have exploded from relief and joy right then and there.

You swiped your tongue across her lips and she whimpered, granting you access to her mouth. You both moaned into this deeper kiss. Teeth clashing, sloppy, heavy breathing, perfectly in sync-

It was then you realized you had to stop.

This wasn't fair for her either. All you wanted to do was be with her. But you wanted to be with someone else too. That someone else was Steve. You knew you couldn't have your cake and eat it, too.

You pulled away from her, wiping your tears with the sleeve of- fuck- of Steve's jacket.

Robin immediately began to apologize. "Bee, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, I knew I shouldn't have done that, I knew I shouldn't have assumed-"

You shushed her and comforted her immediately. You knew exactly what it was like to be in her position, and you didn't envy it.

"Robin, you have done absolutely nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Absolutely nothing wrong. You're right. I am into ladies. And I'm into you. And you're perfect."

She smiled, but with a melancholy look on her face. "Okay, well, then what's wrong?" she asked quietly in that sweet voice of hers.

"Nothing about you, Robin. You are so beautiful, so perfect..." you trailed off. "It's just that, I'm into guys too."

She perked up. "Well that's okay. Being bisexual is totally a thing, too!"

You smiled. "Thank you... it's just that... Steve and I..." your breathing began to shake. "Steve and I kissed last night at work, too. Because I have feelings for him too. And I have the same amount of feelings for you, too. You're so beautiful, Robin. And you deserve to be with someone that's completely devoted to you, and only you. So I can't be with you, and I can't be with Steve. It's just... it's not fair for either of you." You confessed, absolutely weeping at this point.

You didn't look up to her face to see her reaction, as you were crying into the sleeves of Steve's jacket, ashamed, riddled with guilt, but you felt a gentle, delicate hand come up to your back to comfort you, when all of the sudden, you felt a tapping on your window.

You looked up. It was Steve.

You rolled down your window.

"Hey, what are you guys still doing h- wait, Bee, are you crying?"

You sniffed, not wanting to look at his face or Robin's. You felt you didn't deserve to ever look at them again.

"Steve, please take Robin home. Or have her spend the night with you."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"I told her." You snapped, not meaning to. "I told her everything. That I like girls, that I have feelings for you, that I have feelings for her, and I've ruined everything and should've never said anything. I'm so, so sorry."

Steve stood still like a statue, in awe and worry. You got out of your car, walked over to the passenger side door, and opened it for her to get out. You felt it was the last respectful thing you could do for her.

"Bee-" she started.

"No, Robin. Please. Just go with Steve. Both of you, the both of you deserve so much better."

You got back into your car, and drove away as fast as you could. You turned your music up to drown out the sound of your breakdown, feeling like you could have possibly ruined a friendship. A pure one. One that was unbreakable. And you cried your eyes out, all the way home.

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Once you walked into your apartment, feeling the most guilt you'd ever felt in your life, you tossed your keys onto the floor, and began to take off your jacket-

Steve's jacket. You were still wearing it.

"Fuck!" You cried out, peeling it off of you and throwing it onto the coffee table.

You sat down on the floor and weeped to yourself for awhile, not feeling sorry for yourself, but for your best friend's lives you just ruined, if you can even call them that anymore. Not only that, but you would surely have to call Keith in the morning to quit your job.

After you had no more tears left to cry, you decided to go take a shower. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a while, before slipping out of the red ink splattered white dress. You let the hot, steamy water run over your face for a while, and carried on your shower routine, headed to your room, and slipped into some cotton panties, and some soft, comfortable pajama shorts and tank top. Your feet were still cold from the night's chill, so you opted for some white slouch socks. You got into bed, feeling the cool sheets on your skin, and snuggled into your pillow as much as you could. Your fingers habitually went towards the bee pendant to play with, and another feeling of despair and grief washed over you.

You were nearly half asleep when you heard a few knocks on your front door, and your eyes shot open.

These were familiar knocks you knew all too well.

You couldn't face this right now. Everything just came crashing down, hardly hours ago. There was no way.

You heard the familiar, gentle knocks on your door again.

You got out of bed and walked slowly to the door, your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest.

You faced your front door, and opened it, hanging your head low in shame. You didn't have to look up to know who was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper.

"Bee, please let me in-"

"We can't do this right now, Robin. I can't do this. I don't want to cause any more problems." You felt the lump in your throat.

She grabbed her hands with yours, and gently squeezed them.

"Bee, please just listen to me. You're not gonna hurt me. Please let me in, and just let me talk to you."

You slowly looked up at her, eyes glazing over with tears again.

She was no longer in her Freddy outfit. She was wearing an oversized shirt now, and sweatpants. Comfortable clothes. Clothes for... going to sleep in?

Her face had an empathic smile on it, her eyebrows screwed together with worry, but a smile that somehow said, 'it's okay'.

You thought about it for a moment, and realized you couldn't turn her away, not when she'd walked all the way here in her bunny slippers. The slippers you'd got her for her birthday.

You let go of her hands and sighed, stepping aside so she could walk in. You gently closed the door behind you.

"Robin, I'm so-"

She shushed you kindly, and ever so gingerly grabbed your hand.

"Can we go in your room and talk?"

You paused for a moment and nodded. She kicked off her slippers, and lead you to your bedroom. She sat down on your bed, still holding your hand, and pulled you to sit you down next to her, directly facing her.

"Bee... I need you to know that you haven't hurt my feelings."

You slightly scoffed, staring down onto the bed and not looking in her eyes, not believing her one bit.

She picked up on your energy. "I'm serious," she took a deep breath and continued, "and you haven't hurt Steve, either. We talked about it."

This is when you looked at her face, her beautiful face, a mixture of confusion and disbelief on your face. "I'm not really understanding... what's... what's happening right now?"

She smiled at you, a smile that radiated adoration for you. "I know that you didn't want to hurt me or Steve, but the thing is... We've gone through hell and back together, even before you came to Hawkins, and..." another pause as she tried to make her words make sense, "Me and him, him and I, you know, we're best friends. We both want what's best for each other. So, I'm here with you, right here, right now, because," she squeezed your hands again, "we talked about it, and it's okay."

You weren't fully grasping what she was trying to tell you. "Robin... I want you- I want to be with you, but like I told you... I still have feelings for Steve, too."

She nodded at you. "I know, and that's okay."

You were surprised. "How is it okay? How is that fair for you?"

She let go of your hand, and held up her right to tenderly cup the side of your face.

"It's just okay, and," she bit her bottom lip, looked down nervously, and looked back in your eyes, "If you want, you know, if you want me, then I want you too, and... you can have me. We can have each other."

She leaned in her face a bit closer to yours, a certain gesture you couldn't ignore. You gazed into her eyes, yours filled with tears, and glanced at her lips. Her plump, soft, pink lips. You leaned forward too, placing a hand on the side of her face and jaw.

When you pressed your lips together, it felt even better than the first time. It was long, drawn out, gentle, and you could've melted into a puddle right then and there. You both broke the kiss simultaneously, only to take a quick inhale of each others mouths, before your lips crashed together again.

You pulled her towards you, pulling her in closer, as your kisses began to pick up the pace, heavy breathing, tasting her vanilla chapstick, and the sweet candy on her tongue she must have eaten before coming here.

She took a chance and sucked on your bottom lip, earning a small moan from you, beginning feel the heat from your inner thighs. She let go with a pop, and you turned your face to the side, licking a circle inside her lips. She opened for you, your tongues now colliding, teeth beginning to clash, the embrace growing more and more desperate as each second passed. You both began to rise to your knees, holding each other tightly, not possibly getting close enough, as the two of you kept this hot, heavy pace going.

You slid your hands up her back, pulling her even closer to sit on your lap. She wrapped her legs around your waist, as you began to snake your hands down her back, towards her ass, softly running circles over her hips with your thumbs. She hummed into your mouth and raked her hands through your hair in contentment, then coming down your neck, to your collarbone, hands resting just above your breasts.

Your hands slid around to the front of her shirt, gently cupping underneath her own breasts. You broke the kiss softly, not wanting to, but feeling you had to tell her something between heavy pants.

"Robin, I've never, um, I've never gotten to this point before with a woman."

She smiled at you, half lidded, "It's okay. I haven't either. I hope that's okay."

You nodded and stared affectionately at her face, into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling, feeling intoxicated by her presence, her closeness to you.

Your hands ran down the front of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath the hem. She gave a satisfactory sigh, her hands beginning to tug under your tank top.

Everything happened so fast.

You let go of her, eagerly pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room, Robin doing the same as quickly as you did.

You both took a moment to admire each other's bare chests. Her breasts were perky, so perfect, better than anything you could have ever imagined. You felt her hands smooth up your stomach, eagerly looking down at you for some kind of permission. You nodded, absolutely dazed out, and she cupped your bare breasts, running her thumbs over your hardened nipples, admiring them in awe. This action made you gasp, grabbing her hips and grinding into her, her grinding back in unison. She leaned down to kiss you again, but you caught her off guard, immediately planting your lips on her neck. She keened into you, mouth agape, as you began your assault on her soft, sensitive skin. You open mouth kissed her sloppily, making your way across her throat as she dug her nails in your back. You kissed below her right ear and she moaned your name, her voice sounding like one of an angel. Content that you had found her sweet spot, you began to suck, harder than you were planning to. Robin began murmuring things to herself you couldn't make out, blissed out in absolute euphoria. Once you'd left a pretty, hot pink bruise on that spot, you gently nibbled and kissed at it, as if to make it all better.

You began your descent down her chest, kissing and licking until your face was between her breasts. You began to massage one, gently teasing one nipple, taking the other one into your mouth, sloppily kissing and sucking on it. She groaned and arched into your face, panting as she lightly scratched down your back. You switched sides after a minute and did the same, making sure both got the same attention, her nuzzling into your neck, whispering to you just how good it felt.

You gave her a sweet, gentle kiss to her stomach, panting, needing more. You wanted to make her feel better than she ever has in her life.

You placed a hand on the small of her back and another on the back of her neck as you gently laid her down onto your bed, her messy hair pressed into a pillow.

You hovered over her, hands interwining hers and kissed her feverishly again for a moment, before pulling back to admire her face.

"Robin," you whispered affectionately, "you are so perfect. You are the prettiest girl in the world." She blushed at your confession.

"No, honey, I think that would be you." She leaned up and pressed sweet kisses onto your neck.

The endearing word she called you did something to you.

You kissed her on the lips, hard, passionate, breathless, and began to move down her body, kissing every bit of her you could, before pressing a kiss to her lower stomach, just above the line of her sweatpants, and she shivered. It was then you stopped, and sat back up, kneading into her thighs.

"Babe... do you wanna stop now?" You asked quietly.

She looked at you with hazy eyes. "No, no, I don't. I really don't. I'm just a little nervous."

You smiled at her, resting your face on her knee and giving it a peck. "It's okay, I'm nervous, too. But you are, god Robin, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the world. And I know every single part of you is beautiful, and I would love to prove that to you."

She smiled back up at you, looking almost as if she were to cry. She nodded and quietly said, "Okay. Yes.. I want to. I want you, Bee."

You crawled back over her, filled with joy, pure love, and gave her a big kiss. You both giggled nervously, but excitedly.

You leaned back again and began to tug at the waistband of her pants, stopping for a moment to make sure it was still okay. When she nodded at you again, you grinned ear to ear, pulling them down, tugging at the ankles until you peeled them off, gingerly setting them next to you on the bed.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, looking at her body, the small soaked circle on the middle of her white panties. You leaned down towards the apex of her thighs, placing a soft kiss on the wet spot she'd created. She gasped, and gave a small, adorable little laugh, before biting her own bottom lip again. You grabbed the sides of them, delicately sliding them off of her legs, placing them with her sweatpants.

You groaned at the sight of her completely bare, right in front of you. Her body was absolutely unreal, there was no way that this beautiful of a woman was lying here, on your bed, just for you.

"Robin," you panted, "you are an absolute goddess. So pretty, everything about you is so pretty."

She whimpered at your statement, thighs rubbing together for some kind of friction.

You leaned over her again, cradling the soft skin of her face. "I'm gonna do my best to make you feel so good, okay?"

She smiled and kissed the front of your neck. "Okay."

Nervous butterflies danced in your stomach as you pressed you lips towards her again, quickly setting a desperate, heavy pace. You roamed your hand down her abdomen, gently sliding your fingers through her wet folds. She moaned into your mouth as you moved your fingers up and down, collecting her slick, and she arched into your hand. You placed a finger against her entrance and she arched yet again.

You slowly inserted a digit into her. She moaned heavily into your mouth as you began to set a slow pace, trying to remember what you like about your own body. You inserted another digit, quickly curling both of them inside her to find her sweet, spongy spot. She groaned a mixture your name and expletives as you moved your fingers in and out of her, curling into that sweet spot every time.

"Bee, I'm already gonna-"

You stopped your pace and shushed her, her whimpering at the loss. "Sh, hold on baby, I'm gonna let you, but I'm gonna make it feel better than this." You gave her a tender kiss and moved down her body, grabbing a hold of underneath her knee and placing it over your shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh, before you set the pace you had before with your fingers, and kissed her aching clit.

"Fuck," she cried, "please don't stop."

You began to lick circles around her clit with your tongue, starting to suck on it, not too hard, but not too soft. She grabbed your hair with a hand, pulling by your scalp, and cried out in pleasure, as you curled your fingers inside, licking and sucking her little button until-

"It's happening, please-"

You didn't speed up the pace, knowing that what you were doing was exactly what she needed, and you sucked and fucked your fingers in her through her high, Robin crying and grinding into your face.

As soon as her panting slowed, you removed your mouth from her now swollen clit, careful to not overstimulate her, and removed your fingers, sucking her juices from them appreciatively. You crawled over her again, grabbing her face and kissing her deeply, romantically. "Robin, you're so, so pretty. You're so pretty, babe." You affirmed her again, smoothing her hair. She smiled into your kiss, giggling a little bit.

You giggled back. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just that, I'm so happy, that felt so good... and now it's your turn."

She quickly and swiftly flipped you right over, despite her usual clumsiness, and hastily grabbed your little shorts, peeling them and your underwear off at the same time, throwing them somewhere on the floor of the dimly lit room.

She began to nip and suck on your inner thighs, smiling against your skin, as you gasped and arched into her touch, surprised by the sudden change in situation.

She leaned in and gave you a kiss on your sopping wet hole. You moaned her name and exhaled deeply, never having felt this kind of touch before.

She looked up at you with playful, almost devilish eyes. "I've always wanted to do this."

She put a leg over her shoulder, shoving her face into your heat, not easing you into it at all, and began lapping you up as if she was starved. You squeezed her head with your thighs, crying out in pleasure, and she then inserted a digit into you, instantly curling it the way you'd done to her.

"Oh, fuck, Robin-"

She quickly inserted another into you, pumping in and out of you, curling inside of you everytime she pushed into you.

You grabbed her hair desperately as she worked on you, tongue flat against your clit, swirling around it and sucking on it, moving at a faster pace everytime you moaned her name.

She was too good at this.

You grinded into her mouth and hand, feeling the yummy knot in your stomach forming faster than it ever had before. It felt as if you'd died and went to heaven, and this was it.

"Robin, I'm gonna-"

Your world crashed down around you in the best way possible as you heavily panted, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head as she fucked you through your high.

She was absolutely otherworldly.

Once she knew you were finished, she removed her hand from the sensitive area she'd just devoured, climbing back towards you to collapse on the bed next to you, intertwining your fingers with hers as you both stared at the ceiling for a few moments, gasping for air.

"Robin," you turned your head towards her, "I've never came that quick in my life."

She smiled, absolutely giddy, "Really?"

You nodded and smiled back, "Really, that was.. amazing. I don't know how else to describe it."

She curled towards you and pulled you into her, limbs on limbs, bare chest against bare chest, as you breathed in each other's scent, the both of you feeling over the moon, feeling...

"I love you." You whispered, "Like, I'm in love with you."

She tucked your hair behind your ear, "I'm in love with you too, Bee."

"Really?"

"Really."

You nuzzled into each other for a while longer, before she kissed your forehead, and abruptly sat up to get dressed.

You reached your arms out to her and whined, "Where are you going?"

She pulled her shirt over her head, "Getting dressed, silly. There's still some unfinished business."

You shot up out of bed. "Unfinished business?"

"Yeah. Come on babe, time to get dressed."

You hesitantly got up and did as she asked, still extremely confused and nervous about what she could be talking about.

She began to walk out of the room. "I'll be right back. I just need to go outside real quick. Be back in two minutes, I promise."

You raised your eyebrow at her, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Okay..."

You fiddled with your bee pendant again, filled with anxiety, wondering what she was doing.

Finally, you heard your front door open again.

"Robin...?"

You heard her telling someone to come inside, and another set of footsteps that weren't hers. Heavier footsteps.

You instantly froze. There was no way.

Robin walked into your room with him. "Here she is."

You felt your jaw hit the floor.

There he was. Steve Harrington. In all his stupid, handsome glory. Wearing some grey sweatpants and a white t shirt. Hair somewhat messy.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, your heart beating rapidly through your chest, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Your face turned hot, cheeks burning red.

Steve looked at you sitting on your bed, a gentle look in his eyes, a loving grin on his face.

"Hey, Bee." He said softly.

You continued to stare at him, eyes darting between the two of them as they stood before you, and began to talk, voice a little louder this time.

"Robin... Steve, what's going on?"

Robin took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, looking at you affectionately and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember when I told you that we talked? Steve and I?"

You nodded slowly, a confused expression on your face.

She continued, "Well, remember when I said that we just want the best for each other? Steve and I... we both have feelings for you, and we both want to be with you, and we're both okay with that, more than okay actually. Obviously, you know, there would be boundaries and stuff, because I'm gay, but... yeah. We can all just... be together." She gave you a hopeful smile, now holding both of your hands, rubbing circles into your palms.

You were quiet, trying to take everything in. You looked over to Steve, who was gazing at you in adoration, and he nodded, signaling his agreement with everything Robin said.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, "Robin... Steve, I don't know what to say."

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. We're both here for you no matter what you decide, just... think about it. In the meantime," she gestured towards Steve, "I think the two of you need to talk, too. I'm gonna give you some alone time with him."

You perked up, "Okay, um... where are you going?"

She sat up from the bed and gently let go of your hands, "I'm gonna go to Family Video, get some movies, and get some snacks and stuff, because no matter what happens, we're still having that sleepover tonight."

Steve tossed his car keys to her, her barely catching them clumsily. "Please don't fuck up my car, Robin." He looked at her earnestly, "I'm serious."

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking out of your bedroom door before pausing to look at you. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

She smiled, put on her slippers, and left, closing the front door behind her.

You glanced up at Steve with pursed lips, and looked at the floor, staring at the plush carpet.

"So, um," he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Can I sit down next to you?"

"Yeah, yeah... of course." You shuffled over a bit to give him space. He sat down on your bed next to you where Robin once was, sighing and clasping his hands together.

"So, how are you feeling?"

You shuffled your feet together. "Um, I don't know. A mix of feelings I guess... I'm just trying to take everything in," you perked up at him, "not that I'm not happy you're here, because I am! I just, feel guilty, ya know?"

He rested a hand on your thigh, sending a small shock wave through you. "Yeah, that's understandable. I don't want you to feel guilty though. Like Robin said, we talked about it and we're okay with it." He squeezed your thigh, causing you to sharply inhale. He looked at you worriedly.

You smiled, quickly reassuring him that the touch was okay. You gulped, "Well... what do we do now?"

"Well," he paused to think for a moment, "whatever you want. We can just talk, we can just sit in each other's presence," he chuckled a bit, "or, you can kick me out if you're not comfortable, that's okay too."

You shook your head, squeezing his hand that was still on your thigh, shuffling closer to him, leg against leg. "No, no. I want you here with me. Next to me. I like being with you." You smiled nervously at him.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Good, good... I want to be here with you, too." He stared at your hand squeezing his, before gazing into your eyes, his cheeks turning pink.

You nodded at him, biting your bottom lip nervously.

He slowly leaned towards your face, his breathing becoming hitched. You leaned your face closer to his too. He barely brushed his lips against yours, and you exhaled deeply, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

"Is everything okay, Bee?" He asked quietly.

"Um," you struggled to find the words. "It's just that, Robin and I, we were just in here kissing, and doing, ya know, other stuff, too."

He leaned back again and smiled, removing his hand from your leg and caressing the side of your face. "I know, she told me."

You looked into his eyes. "She told you?"

"Yeah. She was really happy. And she's okay with us kissing, too." He let you take in his words for a moment. "We both want to be happy, with you. But if you don't want to do anything with me tonight, or ever, that's okay too. Okay?"

You just looked into his eyes. They looked comforting, understanding, and loving. Like everything he was saying was true.

He grew a concerned look on his face when you didn't respond. As he began to open his mouth to speak, you stopped him, grabbing his face with both hands and crashing your lips onto his hungrily.

He immediately responded by doing the same, pressing his lips into yours as hard as he could, as if he'd been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on you.

You raked your fingers through his hair, another hand on his chest, as you continued to kiss each other feverishly, noses pressing together. He grabbed both of your hips, and quickly lifted you up to sit on top of him, and you wrapped your legs around him, now straddling him. He nibbled your bottom lip, causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue along where he bit you, gaining entrance into your mouth. The both of you quickly became a mess of sloppy, wet, passionate kisses, only pausing in between to gasp for air.

Hands still gripping your hips, he lightly grinded you against him, making you throw your head back and whine. He took the opportunity to now kiss on your neck, open mouth kissing, licking and sucking as he made his way to the other side of your neck. He kissed your sweet spot and you moaned, feeling him smile against your skin and began to bite and suck on that spot. You sighed his name and lightly scratched your nails up and down his back, feeling yourself become wet, walls desperately clenching around nothing.

He kissed down your neck and chest feverishly, stopping above your breasts, grabbing one into his hand as he pressed his lips over your hardened, clothed nipples. He leaned his head back and gazed into your eyes, his half lidded and dark, begging for more as he tugged at the hem of your tank top. You nodded eagerly and barely whispered out a 'yes'.

He swiftly pulled your top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, revealing your bare torso to him. He stared at your breasts, hair now a mess, his mouth slightly agape. You felt his hard length through his sweatpants at the apex of your thighs. You bit your lip as you let him admire you for a moment.

He looked up from your chest into your eyes again, before saying, "You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful." You smiled shyly at his comment, planting a kiss on his forehead. You clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric into your hand, motioning for him to take it off. Once he got the hint, he smiled excitedly and rapidly took it off, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor. Now you were staring at his bare chest, memorizing all the details of it, smoothing your hands over his shoulders and biceps.

"You're so pretty, Steve." You somehow managed to say breathlessly.

He smiled at you affectionately, placing one hand onto the small of your back and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled your head towards his and kissed you, only this time, it was gentle, soft, slow and romantic.

He pulled back and gazed into your eyes again, grinning widely.

"I love you."

You let out a small gasp.

He patiently waited for your response.

You leaned your forehead against his, giggling with joy. "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"I really do. Have for a long time."

A devilish, but playful look came across his face. He lifted you up by your ass, carrying you to the other side of the bed as you squealed with excitement. He gently tossed you onto your back, your head resting on a pillow. He climbed over on top of you, arms lifting himself up either side of your head, kissing you desperately, intensly again, a mixture of eagerness and romance and love within them, as you wrapped your legs around his lower back.

He began trailing kisses down your neck and chest again, stopping to caress your breasts, licking and kissing in between them, gently pinching your nipples. You gasped and arched into his touch, only making him want more and more of you. He continued down your stomach, leaving small, dark pink bruises, whispering how beautiful your body is, until he kissed just above the waistline of your shorts, another kiss you arched up into. He smiled and rested his head onto your hip for a moment, digging his fingers underneath the line of the fabric.

"Can I?"

"Please... yes, please Steve."

"I got you, baby."

You stomach fluttered at his last statement, as he sat up and wriggled your tiny shorts down your legs. He gravitated his head towards your cotton panties, pressing a kiss over your clothed clit. You squirmed and rubbed your thighs together as he leaned back again, this time pulling your panties down, discarding another garment somewhere in the room.

You crossed your legs together a bit before he grabbed your knees and opened them. Your face went red from embarassment.

"Don't close your legs. You're gorgeous. Everything about you is gorgeous."

His comforting words made your body relax. He leaned over you, planted a gentle kiss to your lips and said softly, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. I got you."

His hands snaked down your abdomen, and slid his fingers through your soaked folds, the both of you moaning quietly at the touch. He slid two digits inside of you with ease, instantly curling his fingers and finding your spongy spot. You gasped and he kissed you again, you whimpering into his mouth as he began to pump in and out of you, setting a steady pace, curling his fingers each time. You clamped around them, crying into his mouth, "More, more".

He released his lips from yours and licked and kissed down your body, hiking a leg over his shoulder, removing his fingers and slowly licking a stripe up your heat, not breaking eye contact with you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, begging him for more. He stuck his tongue inside you, licking and kissing your wet hole, before circling around your clit. You moaned shamelessly, only enticing him more, Steve now sucking on your clit relentlessly. You squeezed his head with your thighs as the knot inside of your stomach began to build again.

"Oh fuck Steve, I'm gonna-"

He immediately removed his lips from your clit with a pop, you whining at the loss of his mouth.

He sat up on his knees in front of you. "Not yet, baby, not yet. I want you to do it with me-" He began to pat and dig into his pockets, head hanging low with disappointment.

"I guess I didn't bring a condom. I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "I'm on the pill. It's okay. Please, don't stop."

He perked up again and smiled, hastily pulling down his pants and underwear, throwing them behind him.

You leaned up on your elbows a bit, staring at his quite large cock in awe, mouth beginning to water. "Holy shit, Steve." You whispered.

He gave himself a couple strokes before hovering over you again, shushing you with a smile. He looked at you softly, but excitedly, placing the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip and pulling it down a bit, giving it a small kiss.

He leaned back again, prodding the tip against your entrance. He looked up at you again to double check that this was okay, you instantly giving him a nod that said 'do it already'.

He slowly pushed himself inside you, holding the backs of your thighs as you gasped. You wondered to yourself if you were gonna be able to handle him, but he slowly pushed in more, bottoming out as he groaned. He pulled out and pushed into you with small stroaks, beginning to thrust in a slow, steady pace as your slick started to take him in easily.

He picked up the speed of his thrusts, and you felt like he had sent you to another dimension, as you murmured and moaned to yourself in absolute euphoria. Each time he pounded hard all the way into you, you clenched down on him harder and harder.

"Fuck, baby, you're so, so damn tight." He praised between pants.

You didn't respond, watching him as he continued to pound over and over again, his mouth agape, his cheeks flushed red, face nearly dripping with sweat.

He slowed his pace for a second, bottoming out as he moaned, and began his assault on your clit again.

He rubbed circles around it as he picked up his steady, but hard pace into you. You gasped and moaned more expletives, tears prodding at the corners of your eyes, as you reached your arms towards him, whining and begging for his closeness.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you forward, him sitting on his knees, slightly spread, and you now sitting on his cock, the both of you moaning loudly at the new angle, hitting that sweet spot you love so much.

You both began to grind into each other in unison, his hands grabbing your hips and moving you with his thrusts, your hands squeezing his shoulders, kissing sloppily and breathing in each other's scent. The knot inside of you began to build up again.

You tangled your fingers through his hair, yanking at the scalp.

"Steve, fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Do it with me. Cum with me, baby girl."

His thrusts started to quicken, as you shamelessly cried out his name in absolute pleasure, the knot finally releasing and pooling over his cock. He continued pounding you through your high until his thrusts began to stutter, and you felt his wet warmth spilling inside you, Steve biting onto your shoulder to stifle back an embarrassingly loud moan.

You both remained in that position for a while, panting, sweaty as you pulled each other in for a close embrace, feeling as though you could never be close enough against each other.

Steve rubbed your back affectionately, before gently pulling your head back to give you a long, soft, passionate kiss.

He gently laid you back down on your bed, him falling back into the pillows next to you as you stared at the ceiling for a moment to catch your breath.

He looked over at you and smiled, looking absolutely fucked out. You pulled his head into your chest and played with his hair, kissing him on his forehead.

"Steve, that was-"

"Amazing. Perfect." He finished your sentence.

You both chuckled and he gave you another kiss before sitting up. "Well, Bee... we gotta get dressed."

You whined a bit and said, "Can we still cuddle after?"

"Absolutely."

You helped each other get dressed and crawled back under the covers, him spooning you from behind, planting kisses on your neck that made you shiver, brushing his fingers over your back.

You stayed like this with each other for a while before you heard the front door open again.

A familiar voice announced, "Hey guys, I got some snacks and picked up Labyrinth, and no, Steve, I didn't fuck up your car-"

Robin stopped as she entered your bedroom, seeing the two of you cuddling.

She dropped the bag she was carrying and excitedly said with a squeal, "Is it cuddle time?!"

You smiled wide and reached your arms out towards her, grasping at air for her.

She kicked off her bunny slippers again, her hair now tied up in a messy bun, and eagerly crawled under the covers with you. She nuzzled her face into your chest, kissing it and hummed happily. You kissed her on top of her head and held her to your body tightly. Steve contently chuckled and kissed your neck again, still spooning you from behind, you snuggled right in between the two loves of your life.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more, Bee." They announced in unison.

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